Bloodlust

[19:17] Ashe Lieyan says, "I've seen you before."
[19:17] Lemuria Augustus asks, "You have?"
[19:17] Ashe Lieyan asks, "You're a peace-seeker no?"
[19:17] Lemuria Augustus says, "Depends on what you mean by that."
[19:17] Ashe Lieyan asks, "Do you seek peace?"
[19:18] Lemuria Augustus says, "No, not really. I think that would be dull."
[19:18] Ashe Lieyan says, "..."
[19:18] Ashe Lieyan says, "I'm going to fight you then."
[19:19] Lemuria Augustus asks, "Must you?"
[19:19] Ashe Lieyan says, "For peace."
[19:19] Lemuria Augustus says, "For peace."
[19:20] Lemuria Augustus says, "Well."
[19:20] Lemuria Augustus says, "So be it, then."
[19:21] Lemuria Augustus asks, "What name shall I refer to you as?"
[19:22] Ashe Lieyan says, "You can just call me Peace-seeker."
[19:22] Lemuria Augustus says, "Alright, Peace-Seeker. I am Lemuria. Lemuria Augustus."
[19:22] Lemuria Augustus says, "It is a pleasure to meet you."
[19:23] Ashe Lieyan says, "I do not share this pleasure."
[19:23] Ashe Lieyan says, "You are a threat to peace."
[19:23] Lemuria Augustus says, "Hm..."
[19:27] Lemuria cleared her throat, and went silent for several moments, concentrating on... something.

But then...

Her face suddenly found itself filled with enthusiasm, an occult aura bursting forth from her body. Her eyes began to shine a spectral blue- a telltale sign of what she really was: A witch. Her enthusiasm quickly gave way to a devilish smirk, and soon, she broke out into a laugh that sounded so over-the-top villainous as to be comical."

"KYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Depending on your perspective of such things, this was either amazing or ridiculous. With Lemuria, there was no middle ground. She was larger than life, over the top, and loved hamming it up whenever she could. If she couldn't find any enthusiasm in the people surrounding her...

"Then fine! Let us fight for this peace you seem to exalt oh-so much!"

...she'd make all of it on her own.

"En garde, noble peace seeker!"
(Lemuria Augustus)
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[19:28] Lemuria cleared her throat, and went silent for several moments, concentrating on... something.

But then...

Her face suddenly found itself filled with enthusiasm, an occult aura bursting forth from her body. Her eyes began to shine a spectral blue- a telltale sign of what she really was: A witch. Her enthusiasm quickly gave way to a devilish smirk, and soon, she broke out into a laugh that sounded so over-the-top villainous as to be comical.

"KYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Depending on your perspective of such things, this was either amazing or ridiculous. With Lemuria, there was no middle ground. She was larger than life, over the top, and loved hamming it up whenever she could. If she couldn't find any enthusiasm in the people surrounding her...

"Then fine! Let us fight for this peace you seem to exalt oh-so much!"

...she'd make all of it on her own.

"En garde, noble peace seeker!"
(Lemuria Augustus)
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[19:33] Ashe had came here to find out the Order's plans and the item they seek, she had no qualms with occultist as of natural, but someone who opposed peace was an enemy, to everyone. The shadowy and dark aura was met with heat, the surrounding air rising several degrees. She spun a halberd-staff before placing in into the ground, explosions unearthing the ground around her and fire encircling the area of the fight. There would be no mercy for this woman.

"Grande-Flame."

The fire grew in size, spiraling around her blade, form, and battlefield. A sudden and massive noise is heard as the girl propels herself forward and is next to the woman, swinging her blade with momentum, red runic tattoos covering her body, glowing with anger.

"Dodge."
(Ashe Lieyan)
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[19:36] ** Lemuria Augustus has inflicted an injury upon Ashe Lieyan. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[19:48] Well. Not everyone can be as enthusiastic as Lemuria. The entire time, she had a massive smile on her face, every spell she cast punctuated by a giggle of some kind. Illusions were cast, occult blasts were launched, and the very shadows themselves were weaponized to aid her. And of course, as with anyone who hammed it up, she naturally taunted Ashe the whole time, no matter how close the fight actually was.

"Come now! Put some enthusiasm into what you do!"

Her taunts were filtered through her own illusions, making them sound more like white noise than anything, but it was more due to her being unable to hold herself back. She hadn't experienced the joy of fighting much in her life; it was only as of late that she truly got to experience just how wonderful it was. The sight of her opponent's blood, the sight of her own blood, the scrambling of the senses, the pain...

It was, as always, addicting.

And of course, as always, it was punctuated by a positively villainous laugh.

"KYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Rather than the final blow being a blade of shadows, a torrent of occult mana, or anything of the like, she stopped dead in the middle of the area and pointed towards Ashe at the moment she was most vulnerable, her final blow, naturally, carrying with it some sort of declaration:

"Gaze upon the world I wish to wrought, peace-maker!"

And so, a curse was placed on Ashe's mind, causing her to be beset with visions of people being slaughtered on the field of battle. Friends, family, what have you- all of them would have their blood spilled. An attack on the mind, rather than anything else; just the way Lemuria liked it.

As much as she loved to shed blood, she liked this more. Paranoia, trauma, panic... would an illusionist truly fight any other way?
(Lemuria Augustus)
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[19:58] The fire whipped and burned at the occultist, but it was far from enough. It seemed no matter who she fought, the dark arts always defeated her, truly power...

The taunts gave no way to Ashe, the passion of the woman unsettled her, but the goal was clear here, and she didn't hold back. After being disarmed of her staff she pulled her blade, it too spiraling flames around it as she charged in once more. Being caught off guard by a sudden barrage of violence and horror, her legs locking up and dropping her sword, falling to her knees and covering her face. The illusions given triggered Ashe's PTSD, causing her to stumble and cry out.

"Stop!" She shook her head. "Leave me alone!"

This was the disgusting darkness she wanted to scrape from the world, she was sure of it. Not all occultist, but this one, this one would be dead come one day.

Ashe panted and recovered, looking up at Lemuria, her coping mechanisms for PTSD coming in handy to deal with this issue. Her hand clenched at the grass and dirt.

"You will be your own undoing, scum."
(Ashe Lieyan)
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[20:01] After the illusion was cast, Lemuria's enthusiasm dropped, the adrenaline rush coming to an end. Her occult aura faded, yet her eyes continued to glow, as she walked past Ashe, sparing her one final passing glance.

And with that, she had but one thing to say, before walking off:

"I am well aware."
(Lemuria Augustus)
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[20:09] She has a better sense of them, and as they clash again-

It is something special.

This is not like the battle against that Queen fellow. Nor is it light the last warrior of light that she had fought. It is two warriors- and Yalmavanta is so rare to call herself that sort of thing, but in this moment that is all she truly is- clashing their fiercest. With blade and blade ice, the battlefield is warped.

Nature is rotted black, and cleansed again under light. Holy and Occult rip apart the soil, uprooting and eviscerating with the force met to and fro. Better than before is the demon about everything that she is, gnashing at his feet with talons friom the frozen earth, sending exploding shards from her fingertips at him, and even driving him back with a buffet of icy water sure to shock and addle the senses.

She is draining him, slowly but surely- yet. She is just as much being exhausted by the effort. Never does she catch him slipping, unprepared even for her strongest attacks. And in kind, he returns every blow that she delivers with even more staggering, raw force.

It's a story being written. And it's beautiful. Exciting. Chilling to the core.

Even beaten back, littered in cuts where the blade had marred her, and bruises where her own chitin has been slammed back into her form, Yalmavanta does naught-

-but smile, and laugh, absolutely giggy it seems to be beaten by one so strong.

Why?

It is because this man is the greatest, perhaps, that Osrona can offer according to so many. He is held so highly as almost a legend, and she has felt that blade- even not a warrior herself, Yalamvanta does something uncharacteristic as their fight draws to a close.

Her blade is used as just that, and meets his own as he drives at her for the first and the only time. This gives themone last moment to speak. The final few words of a long engagement.

"...That is so sickeningly sweet an offer. But it has been a pleasure, dear."

Their blade slide against each other, and her ice erupts from the ground.

Black Ice today is not as quick as Caledwlch.

Before her blow lands, his does, rending through her side and dragging her backwards as legs carry her to try and find stability again, but even the low corrupt pulse of her blade begins to dim.

The demon knows she is well beyond her limits for a warrior of this calibur.

And thus, whatever energy left must be pooled into a retreat, as shameful as it may be. Into the dark, and the shadows, the demon skitters backwards, her glowing red eyes ever on the holy warrior until she is gone and hands clutched over her chest, sword still in them.

And ever with a bright grin, lacking much of the maliciousness one would probably expect. She seemed... simply happy.

"Until we meet again."
(Yalmavanta)
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[20:29] The poison seemed worse, worse, and worse. The longer he traveled through the island. The more battle's he'd fought the worse it became. Seneval's bite simply wasn't giving him anything to work with when it came to energy.

Yet, the sounds of a massive battle caused him to quicken his pace. Running on slightly unsteady legs to close the gap between himself and the battlefield. Stopping as he looked into the fray.

Those slits of violet finally settled upon someone they recognized from Moonfall. With a flap of his mighty wings the gap was closed and he stopped but a handful of yards from the witch.

A mithril sword, cheaply made, and bent at the center was raised and pointed in their direction. "If you would kindly surrender ma'am! It will make things a lot easier for me!"
(Seneca)
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[20:34] Lemuria, naturally, was attempting to sneak around, but it didn't go as planned. She turned around towards Seneca, a smile on her face that could only be described as awkward, and politely waved at him.

"Define 'surrender'."

To a degree, she was just being a smartass. She damn well knew what it meant.
(Lemuria Augustus)
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[20:38] "Drop your weapons, come quietly. Those sorts of things."

The drakanite answered evenly, though it was clear by the slight strain in there voice and the damage evident on there frame they'd been fighting for a long time already. With a deep breath he'd pull his sword back and then lean forwards.

"Though, you knew that so. Here's the deal ma'am. Drop your staff before I get to you and I won't strike. Please." With that those wings spread widely behind him and with a great flush he launched forwards.

Those violet hues trained upon the witch as the yards shrunk to feet.
(Seneca)
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[20:43] Lemuria dropped the staff, appearing to surrender, but when Seneca approached, she caught it mid-air. With a swing, occult mana erupted from around her, engulfing the area and giving her time to jump back, creating distance between the two of them. An overly-dramatic and possibly pointless gesture given she intended on fighting anyway, but...

"I am afraid I cannot do that!"

...Lemuria loved her theatrics.

So much so that she created distance between the two of them, solely so she could give a short monologue. After that, though, she'd fight as normal. She wanted to ham it up some more, but...

"So come, my friend! Let us do battle to the bitter end!"

...she wasn't given as much material to work with as she was with her last opponent.
(Lemuria Augustus)
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[20:46] * You have been awarded 1 Roleplay Points! *
[20:50] ** Lemuria Augustus has inflicted an injury upon Seneca. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[20:56] Once more, her adrenaline surged. Almost every attack she launched was punctuated by a giggle, and she had a massive smile on her face the whole time. She was an addict, newly introduced to her drug of choice. But something became clear, here: She always hid under everyone's noses, opting to not fight unless necessary, blend in, and present herself as weak. But today made one thing clear to her:

She was a predator masquerading as prey.

Her attacks were as vicious as they were enthusiastic, shedding blood without a care in the world. And, like last time, she stopped in the middle of the arena when Seneca was at his lowest point, causing an injury of the mind rather than body:

An immense fear of his own shadow.

...aaaannnnd hello everyone.
(Lemuria Augustus)
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[20:59] The battle was fearsome, he was bleeding, poisoned, fatigued and yet even still it was close. Even as he foguth he could tell the woman was having a time of it. An adrenaline junky, well that was what kept most in the fray.

He felt the wreathing curse and perhaps was thankful it was only the fear of his shadow he felt warping into his mind. There was so many worse things a witch could curse one with. So, as the battle ended.

Those great wings strethed out, taking a great flap downwards and lifting the drakanite out of the battle. Wasting little time in gaining an escape.
(Seneca)
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[21:05] Hello everyone indeed. The 'predator' would be met with a shield bash out of the blue, Sapphire's desire to protect radiating off of her as she attempted to distract the Witch from Seneca.

"... The apple apparently doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?" She spoke, making a clear comment about Blake's execution, eyes narrowing on the Augustus.

The young Paladin was obviously a greenhorn in terms of battle, but unlike half the populace of the island - She seemed fresh, unexhausted, and ready for battle. "I'd normally be a little more polite, but you're beyond redemption. Prepare to meet your Master, Witch."
(Sapphire Ashfall)
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[21:10] bash

Lemuria, unlike Sapphire, was exhausted, having defeated two foes up to this point. And as such, she wasn't in any condition to dodge the shield bash, finding herself thrown off to the side, aggravating her open wounds. She gazed up at Sapphire with a look of utter malice and contempt, knowing who she was referring to and remembering something that was once said in the past.

"No. No it does not."

But that look of malice and venom quickly gave way to a smirk, as she drew reference to what she remembered Sapphire saying on the day Lemuria was given Blake's things.

"I remember you once said that witches are not human."

Her occult aura flared, her bloodlust in plain sight. She was not going to pull punches; she was going to fight as viciously as she possibly could.

"So how about I show you how inhuman we can be?"
(Lemuria Augustus)
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[21:15] ** Lemuria Augustus has inflicted an injury upon Sapphire Ashfall. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[21:23] Cut. Cut. Slash. Slash. Lemuria pulled no punches, she spilled blood. Both out of revenge for what she said out of Blake, and out of bitterness over that comment about how witches weren't human. The illusions she fought with were more vicious than ever, assaulting as many senses as they possibly could.

Out of bitterness for being called inhuman, she had thus proven herself as lacking humanity.

And she wouldn't have it any other way.

In another act displaying that lost humanity, she appeared from Sapphire's shadow, a blade made of shadows in hand, aiming to carve a large gash in the center of her chest. Ribs were cracked, blood was likely to be coughed up, and...

"Is this truly the best the light can provide...? You have not what it takes to send me to my master. None of you do."

She dispensed with the evil laugh, too, opting for something far more cold.

"I will return to Helheim when my day comes. But today is not my day."
(Lemuria Augustus)
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[21:27] Valiant. But not powerful. Sapphire's endurance was amongst champions far greater than she - But as the battle went on, once more her offensive power proved lacking. After all - Witches traded their souls for such strength, why would she not fail to compare?

Her armor was rended by the slash, blood splattering, but she paid it no heed. She'd done her duty, protected Seneca and bought time for Elijah.

That was all she could do in the end, on this island of superpowers, where she, a normal girl, was out of place.

She raised her shield back towards Lemuria, falling back into the woods. The girl wouldn't be able to keep going with such a wound to her chest, her armor null now. She could only pray for Sir Elijah's victory.
(Sapphire Ashfall)