[09:42:46] A Claw folded as it rose to cover the burning sun, rays still filtered between the rather large, animal-like fingers. Grains of sand were kicked as he walked, and it was quite obvious to the condition of drought he felt that Hercules was in the desert. The Black Gate was under his guidance, but Hercules was more interested in his own affairs. Fingers belonging to his right hand were adorned in sharp like daggers, able to pierce an artillery, with the ability to penetrate thick hide, but perhaps not heavy armor without magic.

He had to control it, or he was without a valuable weapon in the war. The Power that pulsated from the gem was genuine, yet it taunted him to its pleasure , whispering words that influenced his actions.

"What are you doing, here? Aren't you supposed to kill those you're siding with, they burned down your home. Poor boy and his precious, Orphania.

"Silence!" He grunted in displeasure. His right hand was simultaneously clenched into a fist, then slammed onto the bricks cemented before him. A Crack split the whole fence, pulverizing the stones into smaller pebbles. The Wrath of Hercules had been invoked if but for a second. Before Sareen mingled with his arm, it barely had the power to summon forth a tornado, but its current strength exceeded that. The Gem amplified his power, but it was a trade for his wits.

He had to practice in both keeping calm, as well using and controlling its power.
(Hercules Falco)
[10:22:52] As Iezabel made her presence clear, Hercules' gaze would rise from his claw as it fastened upon her figure. Virdian guards yelled for her to halt. The Adolescent walked towards the center of the bridge, looking down upon Iezabel. She looked slightly similar, but her name couldn't be summoned-- no, Hercules only cared for the strong. He squinted while he looked at her, reaching for the large sword upon his back while he observed her movements.

After a moment of inspecting, his course of action would already have been chosen. Hercules jumped down from the bridge, a blast of wind saw his cape flutter as the man descended. He landed softly due to his magical power, and would immediately unsheath his sword. The Blade scraped against the scabbard as it rose, a nasty sound that'd surely make his enemy nervous. The Blade was hauled over his head, and then directed to meet Iezabel.

"I don't really remember you, perhaps an exchange of sword would see my memory...refreshed." Lips curled, twisting into a flashy smile of white teeth with a light yellow layer.

Smoke rose from his figure, tendrils twisting around his figure as they shrouded him, an ability that'd temper Iezabel's visibility, as well her wits. If she looked closely, she'd notice that his right arm was different, it spoke to him through the mind as well.

"Hercules...she's an enemy!!! KILL HER, Kill!" Iezabel was lucky enough that he disregarded the woman in his mind, but perhaps he'd be swayed if his rage was invoked. One never knew the ending in the meeting with such a random boy.
(Hercules Falco)
[10:40:48] The Wind carried Hercules towards Iezabel swift enough for her to believe it was Citali. He rode the current like that same man, as if he adapted to the others' abilities. Fighting him so many times proved beneficial in the end. Hercules used his tricks as always, one Iezabel may have seen back in Orphania. An Arrow was removed from his quiver, and then thrown towards Iezabel, but aimed to miss her. He'd then electrify it, using the tip of the rod as a rod for his own teleportation.

Smoke followed in his footsteps, clouding Iezabel as they shot towards him. Her rhythm was disrupted from there, and she was left unguarded. Hercules took the opportunity, and charged from her rear, delivering a strike with the power to cleave an average man in two. His Blow was parried by her tiny sword, but she struggled doing so. Minor cracks barely visible to the eye formed upon the outer layer of her sword, but Hercules removed his weapon before any permanent damage was caused.

He retreated a short distance, merely gazing at her while she stood panting.

"Someone so weak...were we truly friends? I thought better of myself." A Taunt would surely support in making the situation more exciting for him. He needed her to be stronger, like that she could only give him a battle worthy a half-dead.

"You'll be dead soon enough, well, if you don't improve that is. My Lightning is quite hard to control." The Second part was infact true. He hadn't used his claw in battle yet, but this would be the first time he tried. Lightning cracked as it was channeled through the tips of claws that extended like daggers. A Sphere grew within his palm, corrupted by the depravity that ran through his circuits, amplified by the strange gem that always sought to destroy.

Strangely enough, Iezabel would see a crimson red shade be mingled with the blue, and only god knew what he'd summon.

"Maigcal Arts: Loki."
(Hercules Falco)
[11:05:32] As the words were chanted, one'd notice that the sphere within Hercules' size expanded, growing but darker, and darker. A Crimson shade was applied to the sphere, lightning twisting about it spontaneously. The Weight of his ball only increased, the more mana he used to fuel it. Iezabel wouldn't stand idly as he charged that powerful attack, but moved to take him down before that. Her speed was certainly above average, and managed to stress Hercules as she advanced.

The Youth didn't fuel the orb to the tip, but left a tiny space. One may call it luck, because that is what saved Iezabel from her grave. In her charge, she'd see a flash of light flare up before her, it was the end. Suddenly, a concentrated energy ray leaped from Hercules' hand. It danced like a dragon with serpentine motions, but it was swift as well. Its beady, red eyes staring Iezabel down as she was in its path.

Iezabel failed in evading it, but a vital part of her body was avoided. Instead it merely shot through her breast, the fangs of a depraved dragon sinking into her flesh. Upon Impact, the dragon's head dissipated, and a mere beam remained, pulling Iezabel back as it was expelled.

Her boots left the grass, lifting in the air as the beam dragged her back. She'd sail a long distance before the dragon finally slammed her into a cliff, pulverizing it all into rubble. Vandalism was left after the attack, nature ripped to pieces from the powerful move. Soil had been cleaved in its path, leaving but a large hole that lead towards Iezabel. Well, she wasn't that healthy, but alive-- that's good.
(Hercules Falco)
[11:32:51] Dust reeled up from the tracks his beam made, and a gaze scouted the fields ahead, picking out Iezabel by a cliff. She managed to survive, though not that healthy. He smiled, well maybe he remembered her after all.

"Iezabel..." A Mutter that was expressed in a stuttering. Hercules was exhausted from his previous attack, and soon buckled, falling on a knee. After a while, he'd pick himself up, marching towards Iezabel. It was quite a long walk, the beam had dragged her about a kilometer. When he finally reached her, his thoughts would be disrupted at the sight of an unconscious lady.

"What are you waiting for...kill her. Slaughter her!!" He shook his head from the left to the right, screaming in agony while Eva's voice echoed in his head.

Clenching his fist, he'd delivered a punch to himself. Hercules' knuckle meet the opposition of his own cheek, causing his head to rumble as it struck. Another was jammed into his stomach, and while it might have seemed as the soul's doing, it was his own. Hercules attempted to regain composure through pain, and he was successful.

Panting out, he'd move towards Iezabel, wrapping his arms around her belly. She was hauled over his shoulder, and then moved towards the castle where she'd get a good night's sleep. First aid as well, couldn't have her bleeding on the blankets!
(Hercules Falco)
[13:22:56] After delivering a beating to Iezabel, Hercules would see his return to the black gate set in stone. He had to watch over it after all, should any strange creature or anything of the like challenge the passage. As he reached his destination, he'd peer over the sides, seeing to it that none passed-- none without the certificate from Dominic.

Claude was perhaps one of the few allowed to pass, but Hercules saw a more, fitting destiny for him. He wanted to fight, well train and badly. It was so boring up here, nothing to do but challenge rebels that attempted to pass. He'd immediately prepare to speak with Claude, as he saw him close by.

"Clooodeee! We're fighting now!" Without further due, he'd jump down from the bridge. The Ground cracked underneath his heavy feet, quaking the landscape upon impact. Turning his neck from the right to the left, he'd allow it to crack as he prepared for a battle.

Lightning twisted about his form, leaving a sizzling sound as it crawled around his limbs, until it finally reached his sword. From there it'd enhance the blade, but that wasn't all he had prepared.

The Metallic Claw for a right arm lifted, each separate finger refined, and of length comparable to pencil. They were thick as well, and Hercules would now attempt to spawn magic through it. The Path his mana passed was filled with depravity, the circuits corrupting it as it advanced. Scarlet sparks ruptured from his palm, pulsating wildly in his vicinity. How terrifying, he looked to be someone else in that form.
(Hercules Falco)
[13:54:30] Claude found the opposition source a lot, stronger than what he expected. He used to be such a cute child, but he had grown into a monster away from recognition. His blows were packed with the power of angels, falling heavy upon Claude's puny sword. Cracks surfaced underneath Claude, a crater opening up from the extensive weight dragged upon him.

Hercules lost balance within the pit, and Claude took the opportunity to retaliate. A Sword was sent in the arch of a bow, cleaving through his stomach-- or that's what it was supposed to do. Instead it stopped before ever reaching any flesh, a claw conjured out of steel barricading its path. The Claw boiled with rage, a scarlet like energy racing from it. It corrupted the blade even more, taunting it to join his own side, but Claude managed to avoid that fate.

Instead the old man snatched his sword pack, retrieving it to fight for himself. Hercules expected no more, but it slightly irritated him. Such a sword, why would it stick to someone like Claude. Feelings of greed manifested within him, and the soul stored within his arm would take the opportunity to influence him.

" He's old Hercules, about to die like the rest of them. Make his fate less painful, end him. That sword can be yours, and you're doing the right thing...send him to Azrael."

The Adolescent couldn't believe her, shaking his head as he attempted to shake her away, yet her perstistence wouldn't budge. He was swallowed by her ways in the end, and saw a new future for Claude. Eyes shone unlike before, twisting into a crimson color. His pupils dilated, growing but longer, and oval formed as if a snake replaced him within.

Hercules stretched his palm out in the open, facing the clouds while a few words were spoken. The Skies opened up and a sudden lightning struck, diving in for his hand. It roared, and thundered as it passed through his arm, mingling with crimson. Hercules seemed different now and his elongated, vermilion pupils were upon Claude.
(Hercules Falco)