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Post by Trucido Damnedblood on Sept 2, 2010 9:02:32 GMT -5
Trucido was hin in the back of the head with a some hard and cold. "Heh, Not bad, but what were you trying to do?" Trucido asked as he walked towards the down Gensayce and slammed his foot on his chest. "I don't even think you are truly trying. That isn't good for you nor Allorum. Not even for that princess you like. I wonder if you will take this seriously enough if I say the first thing I am going to do, after I kill the All-God, is snap her neck." He said, then an arrow appeared in his hand and he pointed it right at Gensayce's chest.
"I guess we will never know." He said as he let go of the arrow.
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Post by Gensayce Zidjiai on Sept 2, 2010 12:50:46 GMT -5
The arrow bounced off Gensayce's chest as he froze the tip into solid ice, the force it was fired with knocked the wind out of him but all the same he was definatley alive "Oh I take it deathly serious Trucido!"[/i] he growled before suddenly a massive number of icy arrow heads surrounded Trucido, all at once they swarmed towards him in a blue mistaiming at ever little part of him they could hit without endagering Gensayce
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Post by Julie Clementae on Sept 2, 2010 18:17:44 GMT -5
Looks like I missed one hell of a party... The weak joke floated through her mind as she raced towards the sounds of fighting, trying not to concentrate on the fact that people were most likely going to die in this fight. If she hurried, she might be able to help at least someone. When she finally arrived at the fight, she almost screamed at the sight of Trucido standing with his foot on a man's chest, about to deliver the final blow.
The arrow deflected, and she glanced around. There's got to be someone who I can help without getting myself killed first.. Then she noticed a man on the floor with no arms, bleeding from his left leg and side.
Trying not to catch Trucido's attention, she hurried over to where he was. she knelt next to him and touched his side carefully, concentrating her energy there. It healed quickly, and so did the wound in his leg, and a dizzy spell made her sway as she wiped the bloof on her fingertips off on her ratty jeans. "Are you alright?" Her words were a little slurred.
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Post by Aya Dauzi Invargas on Sept 2, 2010 18:40:24 GMT -5
And Aya was back..for only a bit. He watched the fight, haziness in his mind and soul after these flashbacks had taken place in his mind, in and out of different worlds it seemed.
He saw the heroes..they weren't losing or winning. But Trucido was only getting more angry and more powerful the more time was wasted.
Ayalan's body, stayed slumped in the bubble, as he simply watched for a bit, and he tapped the barrier with his metal arm: no good. He felt a wall instead of a magical barrier.
He also felt his circlet fade away: His magic was gone.
Sorcerer Maliciferum, was now dead in this world. And Aya knew it, gritting his teeth: He was too weak to do anything now.
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Post by Trucido Damnedblood on Sept 2, 2010 20:17:32 GMT -5
Trucido yelled as his face got ambushed by the ice arrows. He felt his ear, as he touched the warm blood coming from the tips. "Not bad, but I am going to do one better." He slammed his foot on his chest, and launched himself flying around, shooting arrows at all of the heroes.
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Post by Gensayce Zidjiai on Sept 3, 2010 6:05:01 GMT -5
Gensayce grunted as Trucido used him as a platform to launch himself upwards into the air, suddenly a hailstorm of arrows was raining down on the heroes and he knew he couldn't keep up his magical attacks, he'd have to do things the old fashioned way it seems. Holding his spear ready he cleared his mind and concentrated on his targets as he remembered his father's lessons when he was a boy "Remember Gensayce... Your spear is an extension of your body, you don't force it to block a strike or pierce a man's armour, you simply move it there..." Gensayce nodded and swiftly started moving his weapon around almost gracefully as it sliced away any of the arrows heading in his direction.
He was recieving nicks and cuts from the arrows he couldn't quite block but he just gritted his teeth through the pain, he had to keep alive for the sake of all those he loved, he knew that he had left his mother to raise funds to keep her alive and happy, he did not want the news of his death be all that reached her.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Sept 3, 2010 10:33:56 GMT -5
*There was suddenly a loud screech from behind Trucido, and Mark stood raising his blades the loud screeching came from the power the was building up in Mark's blade.* I will end this fight now! *Mark slammed his blades down and unleashed all that power into one massive explosion right next to Trucido.*
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Post by Trucido Damnedblood on Sept 3, 2010 11:52:36 GMT -5
Trucido was propelled into the wall, and he laughed as he hopped out of the hole in the wall. "Mark, you can't beat me with just one hit." He said as he looked at his chest, having a horizontal cut that went over Kevin's previous slash. "However, I can kill you with one hit." He then flew high up fast, and pulled out the arrow that was on his back. "Armageddon!" He Shouted, as he pulled and fired the arrow at the heroes. The arrow was fired at an eye blinding speed, and when it slammed into the ground, it created a massive explosion of energy, sending chucks of the floor to the heroes, along with this energy,. Trucido landed, and he picked up the arrow, and returning it to his back.
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Post by Gensayce Zidjiai on Sept 3, 2010 11:57:48 GMT -5
When the explosion cleared Gensayce was stood surrounded by broken shards of ice, he had summoned a wall of ice at the last moment which had saved his life it seems, although a few shards of ice had cut away at him yet again and his powered form had failed him due to the physical stress but still he picked himself up "How can we defeat him..?" Gensayce asked himself through gritted teeth.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Sept 3, 2010 13:14:53 GMT -5
Mark: Do you remember what happened last time you underestimated me...? You lost. *Mark was talking about the fight they had when Mark was still an Archangel, true though might never be able to become that cold person he was nearly a hundred years ago, but he planned to use everything he had to beat Trucido.*
*He waved his hands and barriers surrounded all of the Heroes giving them a small defense against his move, then he took a step back and unleashed blinding light that burned the flooring that was flying at them to ashes.*
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Post by Julie Clementae on Sept 3, 2010 20:36:49 GMT -5
Faey cried out in pain as one arrow hit her in teh shoulder, another skimming her neck. The cut bled quite a bit before closing, and she had truoble seeing straight. "That can't be good..." Her voice was very slurred now as she sat on the ground, dazed. I need to pull the other arrow out...
She reached with the opposite hand and then gave out a sharp gasp, jerking her hand away after touching the shaft of the arrow. Her mind cleared a little. HOLY SH*T THAT HURT!!!! "This isn't good..." She wouldn't be able to pull the arrow out on her own. I need to get away from the fight, get out of the way...
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Post by Trucido Damnedblood on Sept 3, 2010 22:12:18 GMT -5
"Yea, but you were an archangel, and I was a man. Now the tides have turn. " Trucido said as he looked at Mark. "I never had to unleash my full strength in front of you. And right now, I would say I about about 40%." He looked at Mark, and the pulled the bow string back. This arrow was black and when he let go, it cut though the light Mark had made, and was pointed right at the center of Mark's chest.
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Post by Zeke Omoihake on Sept 5, 2010 3:45:27 GMT -5
Though it was if the world all around him was exploding in sound and fury, there was only silence to Zeke as he focused on his attack. With the skill Gensayce had used in protecting both him and Zeke, the young artist had taken next to no damage from the battle raging on.
His brush had worked quickly, the result being six identical calligraphy brushes that all carried with them a fraction of his creative power. With them all brought to life Zeke fell limp on the ground. His eyes remained open, but there was no sight within them. As Faeylinn soothed his skin with her healing touch, there was no sense to his body.
There was only the creation.
For as dead as he appeared Zeke's mind was ablaze as his psyche worked overtime, creating seven objects at once. His original brush flowed upwards in a spiral, and the next instant a conic metal barrier seperated him and his created brushes from the rest of the fight. Zeke needed secrecy, like a painter creating his masterpiece, if he wanted it to be potent.
Moving in unison the brushes each worked on a figure. Vague human silhouettes formed, details slowly appearing in the blackness of his shield's covering. Yes, his eyes were like that. Her frame, smaller. That dress, the gauntlets, yes...yes. His focus was both split and utterly centred as his creations spawned gradually from the magical ink.
Outside the cone's protection Zeke's brush was not willing to sit still as it soared through the air around the battlefield. Lacking direction or focus, it seemed fuelled only by Zeke's determination as it sent arrows, blades, and anything even remotely sharp and metallic that it could create towards Trucido in an erratic flurry.
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Post by Gensayce Zidjiai on Sept 5, 2010 6:20:46 GMT -5
Gensayce watched as Zeke's brush unleashed attack after attack on Trucido but they seemed weak, unless he had something else planed? He looked at the conical barrier which was covering Zeke's masterpiece, he was definatley up to something but he was not sure as to what yet... He still needed time. Gensayce nodded to no-one in particular and more-so to himself before looking at Trucido who was concentrating on fighting Mark. He had his back to him.
Gensayce rushed forwards as silently as his heavy armour would let him and lept through the air, not bothering with some sort of battle cry he just quietly soared towards Trucido, his spear held in front of him like an extenstion of himself, he was aiming for the back of Trucido's neck. Like most of the attacks thrown at him so far, Gensayce had a feeling even if he somehow did manage to hit him and plunge his weapon through his neck he had no doubt Trucido would brush it off as nothing but Zeke needed time and time he should get!
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Sept 5, 2010 11:02:07 GMT -5
*Mark saw the arrow just in time to move his hand in the way causing the arrow to go straight into his hand, he growled then jumped right through his own wave of light and swinging his blade right at Trucido, hoping that Trucido would be hit by Gensayce's blade or Mark's blade.*
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