Family conflict 3

[23:00] There is no chance for Dillion to prepare himself; Vasilios lunges right after seeing Ororo beaten back by both the sand and stars. But he was not idly waiting for a chance; he was a hunter. One who had observed every aspect of the Cadet's fighting style and saw through it's weaknesses.

"Now you DIE!"

Fueled by both the hate of seeing Ororo lose and his general disdain for the Order, his mad dash began. The blade was angled directly at the middle of his chest; like a surgeon preparing to excise a heart.

The combination of such a swift start and the pressure behind this first blow would leave a small wake behind him; the dust on the ground kicking up at his breakneck advance. He would not escape tonight.

At least, not unharmed.
(Vasilios Quinn)
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[23:06] It was an onslaught

If Ororo's way of fighting was a dance of starlight, then Vasilios was a rondo of gore. There wasn't even time to breath between his assaults, caution for his very being was thrown into the wind as he struck.

The initial hit landed, a spiraling flurry of wind that impacted his chest that was followed with an almost inhuman combination. Slashes and slams that would rip the very muscles off of a lesser man. Yet with every slash, blood left his body and splattered onto the ground.

Blood that would rise, forming into blades that slashed in his wake. Every injury done to him would only fuel more of his attacks; the only way past his initial assault was to completely outperform his damage.

There were no words, he simply dived back into the fray when he could.
(Vasilios Quinn)
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[23:07] Dillion didn't expect that from a blood magic to catch him off guard like this, and Dillion needed to think of another way to approach this situation.

He wasn't worried, and he had faith in his star though Dillion needed to refocus. The like blue aura returned, and the mane appeared around his body again.

Dillion didn't say much, but his heart was racing on a different level. He needed to best the man by any means even if it was jsut to save his sister.
(Dillion Endore)
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[23:07] ** Vasilios Quinn has inflicted an injury upon Dillion Endore. ("Permanent Injury", "Permanent Injury", "Permanent", "Severity: MODERATE (-20 Vit)") **
[23:15] Ororo watches in her starlit Glory as the young Endore and the Vimir. Silently she approaches as the battle comes to an end. Starry hues upon the boy as she seemed to continue to probe his form in a certain sense of satisfaction.

She still held her hand up, holding the essence she stole from Dillion as she approached. Getting closer and closer despite the battles intensity and the potential danger to herself.

The Loa waits for the battle to end, lingering in Dillions vision and futher taunting him with her cosmic allure and that faint piece of him that she held in her hand. Further acting as a distraction as she knew the battle was at its end.
(Ororo Boros)
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[23:20] If the first half of this battle was to slow down the intruder, then the second half of it would be to end his very life. Every strike would cut deeper through his armor and skin, the very slices letting flow crimson ichor that would replenish his own supply.

The fight was over before it started.

His right fist lands squarely in his stomach, while the prosthetic left grabs the young cadet by the head. It had been firing bullets of crystalized gore the whole time, but now grabbed his face and held it tightly.

"A lesson must be made for intruding on our grounds, whelp."

In his right hand, a wound opens on his palm. A small serpent made entirely of blood, covered in miniature Rhoynish runes. It hissed in his hand, before he raised it towards an open wound on his face.

"You will return to Osrona, and you will display your new 'friend' to Cristovan. Tell him that Vasilios Quinn awaits."

When his speech ends, the blood-serpent enters his body, attacking his very veins and arteries from the inside. Not enough to kill him, but to leave him a bloody mess the next time he's hurt, alongside a growing internal pain that never ceases.

A blood-serpent to feed on his very cruor, until excised.

(Vasilios Quinn)
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[23:30] Dillion wasn't expecting to lose, but another mage had one thing that was his weakness. Dillion fell, but he aura glowed with that faith blue aura again, and in the mist of falling he'd attempt the grab the mans clothing.

"--You're strong, but this doesn't mean I'll just give up because you beat me... I have my goal in mind just like you have, and I'll achieve them even if it kills me.

--Show me a little respect if you would---my connection with Rhyt isn't my best--, but I tried--I tried.."

Dillion coughed up some blood, and begin using the mans body to help him stand while Dillion was in a bloody mess weather it was his blood or not.

"--I take me still being alive as proof that the star aren't done with me-- as one fighter to another at least tell her that I came for her-- tell her I tired my best-- you don't have to, but it would be an honor--"

Dillion stood on his own now, and the aura around his body faded away leaving the boy almost lifeless looking.

"--We probably won't meet again you aren't my battle-- this wasn't suppose to happen, and the moment I got off course the stars punish me--I learned my lesson, but maybe my goal was to bring you the person who is suppose to beat you--everything happens for a reason"

Dillion smiled, and slowly begin walking way while leaking blood.
(Dillion Endore)
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[23:41] She watches as Vasilios lays the finishing move, grasping upon the essence she held and pulling it back into her own aura. There is a satisfied smile upon her lips and she folds her arms pressing a finger upon her lips.

While the young Dillion was distracted and weakened by the onslaught of the blood mage she continues her own psychic barrage, diving into his mind and placing visions of Ororo breaking his cousin, fragments of memories. Perhaps Provols, of the night Ororo took Rheas sight.

As he struggle to pull himself up from the Vimir she interrupted his speech of the stars.

"The fact that you are still alive, that we let you live is merely a sign of mercy. That your stars did not save you it has no mind to."

"For it is distant and careless and you are unworthy." That final word seems to echo in his mind, not one voice but many. Echoing, screaming, laughing and crying. SO many emotions and so many voices. Some he would recognize to be his cousins who Ororo had taken from.

"Pity, now I've an excuse to torture the poor girl~" She taunted in a tone that feigned disappointment. No, she may have lost her initial fight but it appeared she was very good at toying with her opponents. In truth she had won and planted a seed within the boy. Silently she turns to face Vasilios, letting the boy walk. It seemed the stars had given them quite a gift.
(Ororo Boros)
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[23:42] Dillion Endore says, "...."
[23:43] Dillion turned to face her with all the energy he had left, and point up towards the sky.

"--Rhyt guilds me, but so help me--if you hurt her--I'll find you where nobody can save you-- I'll let whatever demons you have in your body listen to you scream-- just like I did to the other witch--"

with that Dillion runs off leaving a trail of blood.
(Dillion Endore)
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