[19:14] {NARRATION} Alarm bells start ringing throughout the city of Huangzhou as magi of Dawn are seen at the last moment, led under the cover of night by Ludovic himself. The goal is simple, to free the Necromancer Sors from his imprisonment.

Huangzhou magi respond quickly though, and soon battle break out on the very outskirts of the city in an attempt to keep them from the prisons.

Bei Bei vs Meiyo
Neo vs Satsuki
Zuriel vs Ludo
Khonsu vs Sylvester
Tenevan vs Vel
Keyrun vs Artaghh
Ban vs Farin
[19:25] "I've seen you before..."

The Daybreak Legion of Dawn certainly viewed their Necromancers with highest regard- raiding for the freedom of Sors.. something that would surely get the Oscuri executed if they fail in their attack.

…

Meiyo was among the defenders this time, fighting alongside the Fourfold Army to repel Dawn's attackers and maybe even capture some of them. However, when he descended deeper and deeper into the battlefield.

He knew such a task would be difficult to achieve.

It was Bei Rowan, wife of Arthur Rowan- once queen of Dawn, always one of their most powerful.

"Bei Rowan- I'll respect you by saying that I knew about your deeds far before Arthur."

"I've fought the Necromancer before- he is weak.. humoring himself with delusions and fallacy. Why do you support his actions?"

"Is it so bad to be normal?"

The man deemed virtuous by Fate herself would quickly draw forth Lightbringer, pointing the weapon in Bei's direction.

"As the Commander of the Fourfold Army... I can't let you take our prisoner. And as a human, I suggest you abandon the thieves that wish to rob humanity of their free will-.. to come and find peace in Huangzhou."

His cold, masked gaze would linger upon Bei's frame.
(Meiyo Simora)
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[19:33]
She finds herself within the comfort of the opaque darkness. The realm beginning to twist to her liking - colors fading in and out of existence until returning to their original state. What is present at this particular moment is nothing more than a woman pulsing with moonlit wings....Her circuits and scales glimmer with silver, an ode to the hollowed out magic that acts as her own occultism. It seems that the technique would have done well within staving away her own occultic madness...For the rage that normally accompanied her being had become mellow- almost 'stoic' in advance.

"He is mine."

Her voice is low, the draconic slits within her gaze beginning to become incandescent within the dead of knight. They turn into fine, silver dagger as her hand slowly reaches towards her blade. "And he is not delusional." The blade of final hour sings as it is withdrawn from it's sheathe, the impossible, brilliant music drifting to the ears as she sinks into her own low battle stance. There is a steady pulse, a sway of the hips, an idle dance as she continues..

"It was never about robbing humanity of it's free will. It was about achieving perfection, something that your people would never understand." For a moment, an idle- yet low chuckle spills forth from the Drakaness' lips...Her gaze darkening as she continues.

"But in any case, why in the world would I join a group of people that are so cowardly." Venom drips from her tongue, the words rolling off of the tip...Her blade lifting slightly..

"I'd never join cowards that attack a settlement while we're fighting another war. You. And all of you in Huangzhou have no honor, nor do you have any integrity. I'll let you know that the light doesn't reveal secrets. The light doesn't protect anyone...All it does is burn." And with that being said, the amethyst flames would roll forth.

"And so shall you, for your insolence."

It is then, when the low chortle would begin, her hand raising, gesturing for the Simora to move.

"Come."
(Bei Rowan)
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[19:33] Meiyo Simora says, "Suit yourself.."
[19:39] ** Meiyo Simora has inflicted an injury upon Bei Rowan. ("Permanent Injury", "Permanent Injury", "Permanent", "Severity: MODERATE (-20 Vit)") **
[20:02] The battle was nothing short of legendary.

The two fighters circled each other, analyzing- watching. They both had visible weaknesses, and for once in Meiyo's life.. it wasn't about who hit the hardest. It was about exploiting a weakness, about timing- it was all strategy.

Coming out strong, Meiyo would land the first blow on Bei, but she wasn't going to let him touch her without consequence. Shortly after, the Drakanite would launch him back with a powerful knockback- taking advantage of his confusion and swiping his arm with her blade.

Even hurting Bei felt like.. hurting himself. She had a strange power- one that allowed her to always have the last laugh.

Like thorns on a rose.

As Meiyo was beginning to apply pressure on Bei, she would bite back like a cornered animal, pushing back the Commander and bombarding him with a plethora of dangerous slashes. She wasn't going down easily.

One thing was certain, if anything- they would return home bleeding.. no matter the outcome of Dawn's attack.

"You.. are more persistent than I thought, Bei Rowan. Fear is a given.. but you underestimate the courage of my people."

The energy around Meiyo would begin to flare intensely as he became more and more injured- because the Commander too had a special blessing.

The blessing to fight through any pain inflicted upon him.

Pushing himself off the ground rapidly, he'd reach Bei's vicinity in mere moments- trading blows but managing to lock the Drakanite's movements by striking her vitals.

This was it.

On the brink of unconsciousness, the Fourfold Commander spit blood onto the once lush grass, harnessing the energy of the world into the cusp of his palm- the Mana Bomb.

"If you wish to do the right thing, Bei Rowan... Now you know where to find me. This... isn't personal."

"Mana... BOMB!"

Smashing the amalgamation of unstable energy into Bei's chest- it would explode in a brutal light show- kinetic energy unrooting trees and sending them to collide against others.

The attack would open a window of opportunity for Bei to escape.. but not without a permanently crippling injury. As smoke rose from his arm.. the Simora would wobble in place, before finding himself planting face first into the ground.

Rescued by nearby soldiers.
(Meiyo Simora)
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[20:13]
There is something about this battle that's more than just bloody. In the end, it didn't feel as if a battle should be. Instead, it felt more like something akin to a spar - where the two face one another in impossible ways. When she finds herself beginning to trade blow for blow with the Simora and yet...Neither of them seem to be taking any particular damage at all. It was strange...To witness someone of that caliber. Someone, who could match her power and skill and even go further beyond the limit. Within the worst way, the woman finds herself beginning to crumble underneath the striking of her vitals..

Steadily, careful...Blood dripping, blossoming upon the tips of grasses. Even now, her vision becomes rose-tinted, spiraling amidst the night. But even then, amidst the battle...There is a ravenous happiness coming from the woman, claws dipping harshly into the battlefield...Blade sweeping across the lands, forcing trees and flora to repel from the sheer impact and yet...

He opened her defenses.

Within the last moment...She finds herself being blasted away, her frame getting lost within the degree, her silver essence left within trail, tinged with blood. It almost seemed as if this was some sadistic cage fight and yet, despite her loss...Despite the blood that leaves her lips, she laughs within the night.

Hack...Hack... She coughs violently within the night, the raspy words spilling past her lips. "This isn't over...Meiyo. The next time we meet, this ending will not be the same." She coughs still...Her body vanishing into the night, wings taking her high above the clouds.

"When I come for you next time, I promise...I will savor the victory."
(Bei Rowan)