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Post by Andy Jammer on Aug 2, 2010 11:36:47 GMT -5
Andy's Other dodged most of the high pressured attacks and managed to hold an attack back, which set him up to get nailed by Tempest's attack. The blasts of lightning exploding on or around him from the hit, allowing his guard to be lowered and it pushed him back into a rock wall. Dust and pebbles flew out from the giant rock, kicking up a lot of the dust in the air and preventing the group to seeing what had happened to Andy's Other.
When the dust cleared his Other was no where in sight, until an ominous shadow leered overhead and it prompted Andy to look in the sky. There his Other was, an X shaped mark on his clothes and burns on his shoulder, but not even looking remotely tired.
"Getsuga Tenshou!" he laughed, sending two massive energy arcs at Roxa and Tempest. Andy, knowing that Tempest barely had the energy to attack let alone dodge, ran up and tackled him out of the way before the massive energy arc came down.
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Post by glitters on Aug 2, 2010 19:32:25 GMT -5
Bless both the boys, Roxa and Tempest for stepping in and helping Jasmine as she focused on conjuring up her spell. As she brought her hands in the final position, last of the incantation leaving her lips she couldn't help but smile proudly for a moment.
She was really doing this. Battling and to save someone close to her. It felt good to be useful, to feel important, to feel like everything she wanted was going to work out so well. She was going to be a hero for once.
Jasmine couldn't stop yet however. Roxa and Tempest didn't regardless of how well or not they were doing. The ground rumbled slightly as fifteen enormous wolf-like beasts emerged from it, all baring their razor sharp teeth and claws; all of them moved in position around Andy, protecting him and ready to attack the Other the moment he made an attack against any of them. At the same time Jasmine started her work on another (though a less powerful) spell.
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Post by King Roxa Hiaten on Aug 3, 2010 7:07:10 GMT -5
Roxa was shocked at the wolves which burst from the ground and turned in shock to Jasmine "You can do that..?!" he asked in awe before turning his attention back to Andys other, they needed a way to beat this thing, if they did would Andy get his power back or would it be lost forever..? Either way they couldn't let this manifestation of his evil defeat them. Taking a defensive stance he took a deep breath, it was now or never it seemed, without making a noise an increase of air pressure behind him was launched forward propelling Roxa towards him at almost mind bending speed, a black shadow looming towards his opponent in a deadly whirlwind of blades.
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Post by Andy Jammer on Aug 3, 2010 11:49:29 GMT -5
The wall of solid air Andy's Other could counted with a slice of energy, the whirlwind of blades though he attempted to block but it simply sent him spiraling in the air. Tumbling to the ground, using his blade to prop him up as he glared at Roxa from below. His eyes turned to Andy as these energy wolves surrounded him.
"Well this is a hindrance," he frowned, Andy stood up from pulling Tempest out of the way and held his sword up.
"Even without powers, even without them I will fight you and beat you!" Andy yelled.
His Other raised an eyebrow, "Oh really...well then Andy, let's see if you can be shielded from this?"
He held his sword out, pointing at him. Andy tensed up, ready to charge forward to use his sword and Jasmine's energy wolves for the fight. Until one of the claws on his Other's blade extended out, zoomed past, and nailed itself in Andy's chest.
"...Guh..." Andy gasped as he looked down at the extended blade, his Other pulled the blade out and he yelled out. Falling forward and landing on the ground stomach down. His Other simply erupted with laughter.
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Post by glitters on Aug 4, 2010 9:32:09 GMT -5
Just as they were summoned to do, the moment the Other made an attack against Andy all fifteen of them charged right for the attacker. They growled, roared fiercely, and tore at him with their teeth and claws in vicious manner.
Jasmine's eyes widened in horror as the blade slipped right past all of them--that was her strongest spell she'd learned so far. If that didn't stop him, what was going to? She'd have to try channelling.
Right now she worried about Andy. That wasn't supposed to happen, him getting hurt wasn't part of the plan at all, she was supposed to be his hero this time, dammit. Having become distracted, Jasmine dropped the spell she was summoning and turned her attention to Andy, running towards him to start giving him lots of mouth-to-mouth medical attention.
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Post by Andy Jammer on Aug 5, 2010 18:27:13 GMT -5
Andy's Other continued his insane laughter as he spun in a 360 with his blade and destroyed the energy wolves, facing Roxa he charged forward and intended to meet his blade with his own.
Andy's consciousness was fading when Jasmine arrived to preform medical attention, he closed his eyes as they got tired. Soon though he could feel something like an unmeasurable presence standing above him, his eyes opened and he didn't see Jasmine or Tempest looking down at him...but a giant lion it's body black and it's mane red. It looked down at Andy and it's maw opened.
“Are you awake?” the lion spoke.
Andy's eyes shot open and he did what every normal teen would do: yell out and scramble backwards. Soon though he collided against some wall behind him, even though the whole area around him was all black with no other defining objects but himself and the lion.
“Good,” the lion spoke, undisturbed by Andy's sudden yell. “I was worried for a moment...”
“What...who...where are we?!”Andy stuttered, looking around the black area. “Am I...dead?”
The lion shook his massive head, “No. Not dead.”
“Then...what is this place?” Andy asked, looking around.
“It's what you and I make it to be,” the lion spoke. “A place where limitless worlds can be formed and be destroyed as fast as they are created. A place of vast beauty, a disappearing world.”
Andy was confused, the lion looked at him. “We're in your head.” it clarified.
“Oh,” Andy spoke, standing up next to the lion and rubbing the back of his head. “But... if this is my head, then who are you?”
The lion did not turn to look at him this time when he spoke. “You should know me by now. You bear my symbol around your neck and on your arm.”
Andy glanced down to the necklace he carried and lifted the chain up, staring at the roaring lion that was at the end of the chain. His eyes widened and he turned and took in the image of the immense lion that stood by his side. He spoke his name, once, but one time was enough.
“Griever.”
The lion nodded, “Indeed...today we meet for the first time, Andy.”
“You're different,” Andy noted, “The pictures on walls are different than...well...”
“I take the image you associate me with,” Griever spoke. “What I appear to you is how you imagine me. In this case...I am a lion.”
“What do you really look like?” Andy asked.
“Is that really important right now?”
“I...I guess not, no.”
Griever gave Andy an amused expression and this time turned to face him. “Andy...I do not have a lot of time. Your Other, your repressed desires of blood lust and power, has seized my powers and gained it's own body.”
“Huh? How...how could he take your powers?”
Griever narrowed his eyes at him, “Who indeed...tell me, who opened his whole being up to this creature to take and use it in exchange for great power?”
Andy felt the realization sink in and looked down at his feet, “I screwed up huh...”
“Yes,” Griever spoke, “You refused to heed the warnings of those around you, and now you have unleashed a terror spawned from your own heart. Although...I cannot place the blame fully upon you.”
“Huh? What do you mean? I'm the one who made a deal from it, I'm the one who let it free. How are you to be blamed?”
“He was created by me,” the lion spoke, seeing Andy's face of shock and anger he continued. “My presence inside you, and the intense magical aura of Allorum has affected you. A dark seed was born from your desire to be strong and fight. Thus this Inner Evil was born inside you.”
Andy listened to him speak, although Griever would have some responsibility in this matter...the mess still fell upon his own shoulders. “Don't blame yourself. I'm still to blame for letting him out...”
Griever looked at him for a minute before chuckling, “To think...I am taking comfort from a human. Times have changed...”
Andy did not quite know how to respond to that and Griever took it a sign to continue talking, “Andy...I have something to show you, it's important...and it will answer all the questions you've been carrying with yourself since you came here to Allorum.”
“My...questions?”
“Yes...'why were you summoned here', 'why did I choose you to host me', and 'why did the Sumata of Death seek to destroy you'.”
The blackness around Andy shifted and began to part like a curtain, unveiling a scene before him. A familiar one, of Earth, with him a younger him, probably 12, standing in front of an orphanage. His hair was not spiky, but more flat, and slightly more vibrant than it was now. He was surrounded by running and playing kids, sitting on the porch step, spinning a yo-yo all by his lonesome.
“You grew up on Earth, the people of the orphanage told you nothing of who you were and where you came from.” Griever spoke, as he and a transfixed Andy watched his younger self stare at the all the running kids. “They only gave you the name 'Andy'. Your last name was one of your own creation.”
“Not just mine...” Andy muttered, trying to fight terrible memories.
“Yes...your past on Earth was not an enjoyable...perhaps it's why you found an inner freedom in Allorum.” Griever spoke, the scene slowly changing nonetheless. To one he did not recognize... it was a bedroom, an old fashioned bedroom with a window that overlooked a village made with red rock and surrounded by a bright red stream.
“Wait...this is Ignis.” Andy spoke, looking around. “Why are we here? I thought you were talking about my past...?”
“Andy...you'll find that your past and this place are very connected to each other,” Griever spoke. The doors to the bedroom opened and two people walked in, a man with long red hair adorned in a royal crimson outfit with golden jewels on the shoulders and arms caring a small boy of no older than two in his arms. This man walked by the bed, where a woman with long beautiful orange hair that was spread all over the pillows she was resting on.
“Hello my dear...” the man spoke, kneeling down to her face. “What did the doctors say?”
The woman smiled sadly before she spoke, “Nothing I didn't know...”
“You...” the man suddenly shifted pale, “you mean...”
“I'm dying, my love,” the woman spoke.
“..No...” the man choked, resting his head near her face. She took a free hand and stroked the sides of his cheeks. “You're gonna...you're gonna get better...”
Andy watched this saddening event between this man and woman, the child who didn't understand the gravity of the situation was babbling in mostly the universal unintelligible language of young children. Although there was the occasional 'play' and 'mommy' thrown in his sentence. The woman looked at the small child who told, with great gusto, about his seemly eventful day. She took her hand and stroked the cheeks of her child.
“Andur...oh Andur...” she whispered.
The child reacted to the touch of his mother and held his arms out to be held by her, she took him in her arms and the two of them snuggled together. The child oblivious to the terrible situation before him, Andy wondered if the woman took relief in knowing the baby didn't understand.
“Why are you showing me this?” Andy choked out, though he wasn't in the room with these people he couldn't help but feel for them.
“Andy...look at the boy. Look at him closely.”
Andy looked at Griever quizzically, but turned back to the family and fixed his gaze on the young boy in his mother's arms. The child buried his face in the pillows for a bit before lifting it back up, his mother laughed a little and ran her fingers in his small soft orange hair. The child giggled and looked at his mother with his brown eyes full of glee and childhood innocence. Andy felt odd when he stared at this child, like he was looking at a reflection of someone familiar. He studied the child's face and found some startling similarities to his own face, the same dimples when they smile, the same eyes and hair, and the same...
...everything.
Andy's eyes slowly widened, his mouth opened up and down as he tried to find his voice, but the shock of who he was staring at was enough to take his voice away. He had to force his vocal chords to produce sounds.
“It...it's me.”
Griever nodded, “Yes Andy. Or I should say, Andur Jahangir. Child of Ignis.”
Andy was numb, was this even possible? If he was that child then the people before him were...his mother and father. His true mother and father. Was this even true? He couldn't remember anything from beyond Earth, could Griever be tricking him? It would be easy to accept that the spirit was trying to trick him for some unknown reason, but what if this was the truth...what if he was really born in Allorum? But, if he was born in Allorum, then why was he on Earth?
“What happened...if I was born here, then why do I only remember Earth?”
The scene began to fade out and shift to another, they soon left the warm glows of Ignis for the cold reflections of the ice in Ghiaccio.
“Observe...and you will find all you need to know, and even more...” Griever simply spoke as the familiar man, Andy's father, and a young Andy, who was older, around maybe 3, wrapped in thick furs walked into a palace of strong dark blue stone. There were several people, lying on the floors, blood around them. They were dead. Was there some battle fought here?
No...no weapons were drawn, no slash wounds visible on the body. They just...bled out and died. Andy watched as his past self and his father made their way through the castle into a far off chamber, where a woman with long brown hair was leaning against a casket of ice. This woman's face was a sickly pale, her eyes were bloodshot and she was barely breathing. Andy's father ran over to the woman and knelt by her side, the woman turned to him and smiled weakly.
“You're late...”
“What happened here?” Andy's father asked.
“...Everyone fell sick...” the woman spoke quietly, her voice giving way. “It happened so fast...soon everyone was dying...even me.”
Andy's father had a similar look of pain as he did when Andy's mother told him she was dying, “No...no I already lost one woman I loved. I can't lose another!”
The woman shook her head and her hand moved to the coffin she was leaning against, a young Andy was already walking up the steps to look inside.
“It is for the best perhaps...maybe it's the gods telling me I am not fit to rule...” she spoke, “It's too late for me...but you can save our daughter.”
“Daughter?” Andy spoke out loud, walking to the casket his younger self was looking in and gasped: he should have guessed it earlier, this room was so familiar and now he knew why. The person inside the casket was Kara Samsra. He stared at her and realized that she really was frozen in time, she looked no different than she was today.
“...did she say our daughter?” Andy said slowly, looking at Griever who was merely observing the scene. His massive head turned to Andy...and nodded.
Andy suddenly felt like fainting, if what he heard was true then this woman and his father were Kara's parents...and if Kara's father was his father then that made them...
“Brother and sister...” Andy spoke weakly, “Kara's...my sister?”
Griever nodded again and Andy felt his world shake, his blood pumped and his brain began to buzz, he knelt over the casket and stared at his friend in a whole new light. She was his sister...and she survived the plague... he had a family, a living family. As he was thinking of Kara his brain suddenly stumbled over a piece of old information that Jasmine told him about Kara.
“...Kara said her family was killed in a plague over hundreds of years ago...and if she's my sister then that means I'm over...”
“500 years, yes.” Griever finished for him.
Now Andy began to feel faint, he leaned against the coffin and tried to prevent himself from losing consciousness again. He looked at Griever, who walked over concernedly.
“How did this...how am I over 500 years and I'm still-”
“16 years old?” the lion finished again. “I shall show you.”
Soon the cold colors of the palace melted and blended with each other as the scenes changed again, the new scenery was dark and dreary. Rain fell from the ashen sky and the land around them was a dusty black, thunder echoed in the air and lightning clapped. The light illuminated several objects sticking up from the ground, swords, broken arrows, and splintered shields. There was a battle. Andy looked around to get a better grasp of where he was, the constant clapping of thunder and the flashes of lightning told him this was more than a simple storm. It was almost like the storm was natural to the environment.
They were in Tuono.
The next flash of lightning allowed Andy to see someone laying on the ground of Tuono field, he walked over to the spot where he saw the body and knelt over to a closer look. There was no mistake, despite the blood and slash wounds that covered the body he could still recognize his face: it was his father. In his father's right hand was the sword he had been using to cut down his opponents, it was broken about half way up but it still carried the blood of his enemies. His father must have fought a bunch of men, he could see arrows and swords everywhere...but one else except him. He had died defeating his enemies.
Andy didn't notice it at first, he discarded it for another flash of lightning, until the flash of light stayed longer than it should have. Andy turned around and saw a strange light in the sky, hovering above the area, a ray of light extended and began scoping the ground. It covered the entire area, slowly, it seemed to be searching for something. Suddenly the light snapped onto something across from Andy, he couldn't see who it was from the light but as his eyes adjusted he saw it was...well, him. His younger him. The light continued to shine it's spotlight on his younger self and then it shot forward, colliding into his child self and vanishing.
Andy covered his eyes for a minute to shield himself from the harsh light, when his arms lowered he saw his child self was lying on the ground. A light hovering above his chest and slowly sinking into it. The child stirred, but did not wake up yet. Andy was still trying to make sense of what just happened before him when there was another powerful flash of light and two figures appeared in the field.
“Oh no...we arrived too late hon,” spoke a familiar voice.
A flash of lightning illuminated the strangers faces and Andy recognized them both as Kevin and Profeta.
“No...” Profeta spoke, walking across the rain to the young Andy who laid on the ground. “We've arrived just in time...”
Kevin seemed a little confused, walking over to the boy and his hand hovering the young Andy. A small light blue aura covered his hand.
“I sense a great power within him, what could it-”
“It's Griever,” Profeta spoke simply, Kevin's eyes widened in astonishment.
“Griever? The god that was banished from the Heavens? One of the two brothers?”
“Brothers?” Andy voiced out loud, no one heard him of course as Profeta continued.
“Yes. Griever has found a host to rest within,” she said, scooping up the three year old. Hugging him close to shield him from the rain. “Kevin...we have to take him. His father is gone and Trucido would have sensed Griever, he wouldn't last out here.”
Kevin hesitated at first before nodding, “Alright,” he stopped and looked into the air suddenly. Profeta did as well. “He knows. He's coming, we have to go now.”
Kevin outstretched his cloak and it enveloped himself and his wife, they vanished on spot.
“There is more,” Griever spoke. The scene changing again, this time it was Crepusculum kingdom. A familiar spot near the Shimmering Lake, just far off Andy could recognize the spot where Hala's house would be. By the river he saw Profeta, Kevin, and himself sitting on a spot by the lake. Profeta watched Andy, who was playing in the flowers, holding a stick and swinging it around. He fell down in his swinging and Profeta hurried over to him, shushing his tears with soothing words and holding him close. Kevin stared at her before lowering the brim of his hat.
“Hon...he's been with us for over a year now...” Kevin spoke. “I know we talked about this before...but if we keep him Trucido will sense him, he'll sense us both. Your aura, and his uncontrollable aura paint us a big red target.”
Profeta said nothing, she merely continued to sooth a young Andy and set him back down in the flowers. Kevin sighed and stood up, putting his hand on her shoulder.
“You have a vision recently...you won't tell me what it is, does it concern him?”
Andy looked at Profeta's face as tears began to form, she nodded reluctantly which prompted Kevin to continue. “What did you see?”
Profeta did not speak at first, and when she finally did her words were choked. “We...we have to let him go...take him to Earth...where he'll be safe. I know that's what's right...but...but I don't want to...”
Kevin said nothing, he wrapped his arms around his wife's waist and he looked over her shoulder at young Andy who was playing again.
“I know...” Kevin spoke, “But we will bring him back... when he's older, and I can train him to control his aura...but we can't keep him now. I can't protect him forever...Trucido will find us...and he'll take him.”
“I know...” Profeta choked, attempting to keep herself composed. “I want him to be safe and away from him...but I want him to be with us too...”
Her words could not continue, for the twilit sky of Crepusculum suddenly started to turn more darker than it should be. Andy looked around, even though he wasn't there he could almost feel that something was wrong. Kevin released his arms from Profeta's waist and drew his sword, Profeta ran to young Andy and scooped him up protectively.
“It's him!” Kevin warned her, “He found us!”
Profeta held Andy and whispered, “It's too soon...”
“Profeta, get him out!” Kevin said, gasping when he saw a familiar figure in red appear across the lake. Profeta nodded and began running, Kevin stood in front of her as Trucido warped from one spot of the lake to in front of him.
“Give me the boy,” Trucido spoke sharply.
“Never,” Kevin answered.
“I was hoping you'd say that,” Trucido grinned, drawing his daggertail and swinging it at Kevin. Andy watched a set of lights flash and explosions ring as the two fought each other, Profeta was running to a small nook in the hillside and began chanting something Andy couldn't understand. Trucido must have heard it, or somehow felt the surge of power cause he turned away from the fight and saw Profeta create a portal in the side of the hill.
“No!” Trucido roared as Profeta began to set a young Andy inside the portal. The young 3 year old turned to Trucido, stared for a minute...and gave the Sumata leader the coldest glare a young child could make. This action surprised Trucido long enough for Kevin to score a direct blow on him, the young Andy turned to Profeta and looked at her for the last time as she set him inside the portal.
“We will meet each other again,” she promised, as the young Andy faded within the portal.
The result of Kevin and Trucido's fight was unknown to Andy, for the scene melted away and he was standing in the dark area alongside Griever.
“Now do you see Andy?” Griever spoke, “Do you see the events of your past, that lead you to where you are today?”
Andy nodded, he was trying to make sense of all this...Kevin and Profeta knew him before they chose him as their warrior. His father was also Kara's father, making them siblings, and this all happened 500 years Allorum time?
“Earth...does it run on a um, a different...time?” Andy spoke, unsure how to phrase himself.
“Yes, Earth and Allorum move at different paces and times. But even if they didn't the portals know when to send someone. They know just when the right time is for someone to be where they should.” Griever explained.
“Why did you choose me?” Andy asked, the lion stopped and sighed.
“Truth to be told...” the lion turned to face him. “I'm not sure myself...I was desperate...fading...and I saw something, a light, telling me to come and rest here, that I would be safe. I wonder if it was he who guided me...”
“He?” Andy asked, however Griever did not answer that question.
“I chose you...just as my brother chose Zelos Shinigami-Mezmillion.” Griever spoke.
“Chose Zelos...wait...what are you talking-”
“Zelos hosts the spirit of my brother, and my rival, Eden.” Griever explained.
Andy felt like with each question answered there was another one to be had, his head was starting to hurt, so he did not press on and just left it be. He sat down and lowered his head, the lion walking over next to him.
“What do I do...?” Andy asked.
“You have to return,” Griever said, “There are people who are counting on you, people who need you...and I need you, to prevent this false you from misusing my powers.”
Andy didn't say anything, he didn't respond or make a movement. He was still confused and distraught.
“Jasmine needs you Andy,” Griever suddenly said. Causing him to look up. “She needs you, moreso than anyone else. You're the only thing that gives her the will to continue this tragic war, you're her pillar of support. You mean the world to her...what does she mean to you?”
Andy felt as if he was hit with a moment of clarity, as he thought about Jasmine and everything they went through...he felt the struggling feeling bubble up within him and burst out with a new strength. A will to live, a resolve for him to lift his blade again.
“...Everything.” Andy said, feeling his emotions take flight. “She's everything to me.”
He stood up, his right hand clenched into a fist as he stared off into the deep darkness. As if hoping to part it and leap back into reality, Griever sensed the newfound strength within him and soon the lion's lips curved into a smile.
“Take me back,” Andy said, to which the Lion responded with.
“Gladly.”
Andy soon felt heavy, the darkness overtook him and he could hear something small in his ears grow louder. The sound of swords clanging and attacks being sent out, the sounds of battle. Andy then felt something warm press upon his lips and blow air into him. His eyes snapped open and his chest wound began to stitch itself shut, as Jasmine was pulling her head back to try again Andy sprung. Not waiting to hear her shock he ran forward, grabbed his sword and charged at his Other. Who had leaped over Roxa and attempted to stab him from behind.
“HEY!” Andy roared, catching his Other's attention.
“You?!” Andy's Other yelped as Andy swung his sword at him, he attempted to block the attack but the force of the blow sent his Other flying backwards. A simple swing of the sword sent his evil copy deep into the mountain's side. Andy stood, shouldering his massive sword as he watched the dust and debris settle. His Other looked at him with wide open eyes.
“You're supposed to be dead!” he yelled.
“I'll say this once...and I'll say it again...nobody hurts my friends!” Andy roared, standing along side Roxa. “Profeta did not die in vain, we did not lose this war. I will show you, I will show you and Trucido that we did not lose this war. You guys did!”
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Post by Tempest on Aug 5, 2010 20:37:47 GMT -5
"Wha... ?" Tempest had been standing a few feet away from Jasmine and Andy, not wanting to see Andy's blood. His cloak was on the wound, and he didn't bother taking it back, Tempest hated the site of someone elses blood. He was about to charge into the fight when he suddenly saw Andy react to his own accord and rush the Other. Tempest walked slowly over to where Andy had been lying down, and looked at his cloak on the ground. He thought he should say something, but the only thing that came to his mind was, "... That was a fast recovery."
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Post by King Roxa Hiaten on Aug 6, 2010 14:21:58 GMT -5
Roxa's breathing was heavy as he looked across at Andy and nodded, his teeth gritted tightly against the hilt of Sonorcs dagger, while the Other was half way through the mountain Roxa took the chance to channel his own power, he had barely any left and he was using most of it to stand up straight, taking in a deep breath and releasing it he straightened up and stretched his neck, a slight breeze fluttering around them "Dare I ask how your alive..?" Roxa spoke muted through the dagger "Actually, no I have a feeling it wouldn't make sense" Roxa knew little of Andy's internal battle but that it dwarfed his own somewhat, having some form of banished god inside of you must be a little more that an angry spirit... "Now let's finish this guy off and get you those powers back" he added taking an offensive stance.
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Post by Andy Jammer on Aug 7, 2010 15:00:53 GMT -5
Andy's Other scowled and held his blade to his side, energy coursing up the blade as he launched an attack. The same spiked energy wave that he used on Roxa, Andy lifted his sword and blocked it. The energy attempted to break through his defenses but Andy held strong, showing that despite his Other took his powers, he was still strong.
"Roxa...GO!" Andy yelled, for this was a good opening for the former Saint to attack.
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Post by glitters on Aug 7, 2010 18:15:41 GMT -5
Jasmine yelped as Andy had leaped up and lunged straight back into battle. Her hands shook, tears streamed down her face, and she looked absolutely mortified. For a few moments she thought she'd lost him.
"Jezu fillia...n-noaghete..." she said through deep, shaking breaths, a simple phrase she'd learned from her grandmother that meant 'thank the gods'. Once she was able to compose herself she stood and followed Roxa and Andy back into the battle, firing off her light-raining spells again--if not to attack, then to at least distract so that the boys were able to get an attack in.
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