The coming

[13:19:56] He pressed the anger in his heart and unleased it upon his enemy, the man was a signal for depravity, his body protruded such a foul taste, a sour smell. The old man was indeed in for something unearthly in his concept. Regardless, his mammoth like blade would swing with sheer force, the pressure surrounding it was enough to send those flying back or stumbling. "Hey, old man. . . Think it's wise to pick a fight with things beyond your imagination!?" He shouted during the midst of their fight.

His glance given towards the child during their fight, he didn't know who exactly he was, nor did he care. Then again, he wouldn't let the child die, it only proved his worthlessness if he did. "Be careful child! He's no easy foe!" The cosmic radiation consuming his form, alongside mother nature coming to his whim. He was forced to fight harder than he must. Pushing himself beyond his usual limits.

As their dance across the field continued, he found a single opening past everything. He flipped the blade into the fat side and slammed it against the old man's side, "Take. . . That!" He shouted, laughing loudly in the process as he flung him further away from the two, creating distance. "You ok, child? Die on your own time. . . Not mine." He growled angrily towards him. Despite the fact they both suffered quite the injuries.
(Scoglen Surwing)

[13:59:12] It didn't take much to notice the old man chasing him around the field, his magical prowess was no longer a laughing matter. "S-shit. . ." He thought to himself, being belittled by such an old man, he couldn't take it yet he couldn't fight back as well as he could. The land reaching out and grasping at his feet, subduing him throughout most of the fight. His blade had met the older man every so often, but was forced to endure more than he could dish out.

He kept his gaze shifting between the older male and the child. Useless, he was angry and his anger was only becoming that much more evident. "A-argh!" His ribs were cracking from the single swing that sent him flying through the air and slamming into a tree. Blood spitting his lips as he was then struck by a powerful bolt of electrical energy. "Y-You think. . ." His breathing heavy as he forced each breathe, he couldn't even grab his ribs considering he was with just a single appendage.

"I'm finished!" He shouted in response towards the older man, releasing his blade from the hand he channeled all his mana, the surge of power rushing through his body as he released a menacing laughter. "I-I haven't even gotten started yet. . . H-hahah-hahaha!" He continued in his laughter, ignoring the pain as sudden gravitonic orbs would violent begin spiraling into manifestation. They rotated around his form, devouring everything they touched, literally. . . Clean shaves off the surface of the earth, trees falling as they were cleaved in half.

"I shall enjoy devouring your hope. . . Your power. . . Your army!" He stated as he pointed his bandaged arm towards him. Thrusting his hand outward he gripped the mammoth blade twirling it with ease in his grasp. His body protruded a suffocating amount of depravity, he was foul. . . A stain destined to burn forever in the lifestream. "I shall ensure that you're treated with nothing, but the cruelest form of death known to existence. . . You shall understand. . . Suffering." He stated, finishing his display of might, he pointed the blade off towards the older man, this time. . . He was going to finish it and him.
(Scoglen Surwing)

[15:08:19] Despite his previous loss to the old man, he could find himself in anger and frustration towards having to fight such a beast with only a child at his side. He was being beaten back and into a bloodily pulp. The combination of magic the old man had was more than enough to not only withstand his sheer physical might, but to counter him into a corner. "T-this old man." No matter how hard he tried, it felt like a losing battle, yet he poured every ounce of his fiber and being into the fight. His depravity sprouted like a tree off his form, it threatened to devour and consume everything in sight. A tar like substance would spread along the ground, crawling throughout the surrounding area. A mist protruded from his lips as he spoke.

"I-I will. . . Kill you." His voice a harmonious echo of a thousand tortious scream amplified by the immediate effect of every one within the area feeling the sudden urge of anger. . . Of hatred, whatever it might've been. Whether mere memories of a forgotten past or the recent defeats everyone seemed to be suffering. He was monstrous creature consumed by his wrath. Violent crimsons hues lie in wait beneath the mist of depravity that shrouded him.

Yet, as he fought with all his might against the older man, he was bested fairly easy. Slammed against the tree, it dissipated from the continues field of devouring magic. Gravitonic magic grasping at everything in existence.

His gaze followed the child that was as well bested. It was then, when he noticed the old man gather with his allies, a joint effort it seemed to end their lives. "Kill them. . . End them. . . Punish them. . ." These thoughts repeated in a storm of malice in his mind that only showed by the display of darkness that existed from within him.

He was near mindless, grasping at his blade once more as he appoarched the group of republic supporters or whatever it was they were. A small army, something that could exist no longer. "Kill. . . Them. . ." His voice echoing throughout the area, except was within their minds, his ring glowed brightly as his thoughts would stretch out to everyone within the area. They couldn't refuse the first message sent, but afterword's they could do just that.

The battle seemed intense, even the imperfect joined. An army of darkness marched forward with nothing, but death being laid in its wake. He spotted the man whom defeated him previously, his thoughts raging with anger, he was nothing, but just that. . . Anger. . . The very existence of such.

"Devour. . . You. . . Soul. . . Existence. . . Hatred. . . Suffering. . . Pain. . . He charged with violence as his weapon. The massive blade was encased within a tightly woven shroud of gravitational energy. Each swing was lethal, life threatening. He didn't care for what occurred around him, rather he charged blindly, thinking only of the blood to be spilled. His body was being ripped apart from the combination of magic the group unleashed, yet all he did was charge forward. Eventually the battle was coming to its closing, his body halted, hovering above the vagabond. He stabbed his massive blade into the ground beside the downed figure, kneeling over as he rushed forward, teeth sharped from the depravity that stretched around him, sinking into the soft flesh around his neck, he tore at him like a rapid animal, his hands like claws, he tore through his armor until his chest was exposed, ripping at him until his heart was seen. He didn't care that the man was dead, punching straight past his rip cage, he tore his heart out and crushed it in his hand, drinking the blood. It was when he finally felt the sensation did the depravity suddenly begin to vanish, it was retracted straight into his form, it was almost as if he wasn't in the form he was prior. "F-finally. . ." He whispered weakly, picking himself up, he was stumbling, his head was throbbing in pain. The only trinket he grabbed was the man's cloak, returning a weak and weary look to those around, spotting Octavia had been downed, he limped, using his blade to near crawl to her.

(Scoglen Surwing)