Cullen vs Guatemoc (Pride dev/Order dev)

Paladin slowly scans Guatemoc, seeing if he at least washed.
(Paladin)

Guatemoc had washed yes.
(Guatemoc)


Guatemoc asks, "What do you want Cullen?"
The Paladin let out a sigh. Still, Guatemoc insisted upon calling him Cullen, even if it was previously warned not to do so. However, this did not affect him by anything more than a bit of disappointment. Once again, his eyes scanned Guatemoc, looking to see if he had still any remains of the occult energy from before.

His voice echoed from the inside of the helmet, not-so-taken by holy energy as before. It lacked the hum, and the echo that it brought previously.

"I heard you lost control on that fight." His eyes locked onto Guatemoc's head, waiting for him to at least turn around to face him.

"Is that true?"
(Paladin)


Guatemoc asks, "Do I have to explain myself to you?"

Guatemoc says, "No."

Paladin says, "Then you do have to explain yourself to me."

Guatemoc says, "I actually do not."

Masika says, "Guatemoc, just explain."

Masika says, "Don't escalate the situation."

Paladin says, "You either explain yourself to me, or you'll probably have to deal with a demon and half of Ezmara."

Paladin says, "You choose."

Guatemoc says, "I dislike weaklings. What I dislike more is weaklings that think they can boss me around."

Guatemoc says, "He was a shame to Gehenna, I simply did my duty to my country."
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Paladin says, "...I thought you were Ezmaran."

Guatemoc says, "We're an entire nation."

Paladin says, "Pretty sure it doesn't work like that."

Guatemoc says, "It will once I unite the tribes."
Yawns.

"I need to get some sleep, the next few weaks are going to be busy for me - I shall be preparing myself for war. We'll deal with this afterwards."
(Guatemoc)

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Masika says, "..."

Paladin says, "Mmhmm. Sure."

Paladin says, "I hope Gehenna is never ruled by one with such a weak mind, to say the least."

Guatemoc says, "Anyway-.."

Guatemoc says, "Regulus and I had an honor duel, he lost - I won."

Paladin says, "And you lost control and tried to kill him afterwards."

Guatemoc says, "I didn't lose control, I had all intentions on killing him."

Guatemoc asks, "Who's spreading lies?"
Slowly but surely, Guatemoc seems to be growing angered for each minute longer this conversation takes place.

He was too prideful to admit what he did was wrong, he can never be wrong - how could he? He's the pride of Gehenna - at least, that's what he keeps calling himself.

"Tell. Me."

Whoever it was seemed to spread lies about Guatemoc was in for a treat.
(Guatemoc)

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The Paladin looked at Guatemoc. He wondered how far he'd go -- How far he'd impose himself as that prideful, inhuman being that he was so far. And as such, he took a step towards the man, looking down upon him from the inside of the helmet.

An honor duel, probably for something stupid, which would end up with one losing control and killing the other. He had seen that happening before -- No, he had felt that happening before upon his own bones. Each moment without the touch of holy energy upon his ribcage was filled with pain.

Then, he decides to test him further. To see where the man was going.

"Karma was the one to tell us that you were intended on killing him. What was this honor duel about, anyways?" His voice rang out, possessed with the calming, serene essence of holy magic, accompanied by the ever-present beautiful humming symphony on the background.
(Paladin)


Guatemoc says, "First of all, stop using autotune to speak, your name isn't lil pump"
"Karma told you that I lost my temper? He walked in with my sword in Regulus' chest."

Guatemoc didn't seem offended from the fact Karma wasn't around to see the entire thing.

"It was to show him that he's nothing - he's no one. He wanted to order me around and I told him if I lose, I'll be his little bitch." Guatemoc pauses.

"We both know that he  handed  me the victor on a silver platter. I had all intentions on doing what I said to do, had I lost."
(Guatemoc)

The Paladin once again looked at the man. Slowly, his holy energy crept up on his body, turning his hazel irises into yellow bright ones. Very slowly, he was making his holy aura appear to the man before him. Perhaps in an attempt to intimidate him. Perhaps in an attempt to protect himself from his corruption.

It was more than obvious that he was not happy with the result. A smirk came to his face, as he finally said two words. "Duel me."

His eyes squinted, as he looked towards the man in front of him. Somehow, he learned from Hatsune. He learned that, soon, corruption would take hold of Gehenna -- Or Agartha itself. And it was upon his hands and of his fellow order magi to stop this.

Deciding to cut the evil from its root, the Paladin continued. "If you win, you get a Krausite, Valmasian slave. If you lose..."

He shrugs. "You'll admit that what you did was wrong."

It was not something effective. Even if Cullen won, the man before him would not really regret what he did, but simply speak out loud as means of honoring his part of the deal. Of course, this was a formal request of an honor duel.
(Paladin)


Guatemoc says, "I'll humor you later. I'm too tired and beat up at this moment."

Paladin says, "Sure."

Paladin says, "Coward."

Guatemoc says, "..."

Guatemoc asks, "What did you say?"

Paladin asks, "What did you hear?"

Guatemoc says, "Fuck you. I'll fight you then."

Guatemoc has sustained an injury in battle... (He didn't accept anything but a dangerous, because he believed he could beat me...)

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The Paladin barely holds himself. Guatemoc charges, attacking the holy man in occult barrages, along with several hits from his blade. And the mythril-clad man just holds steadfast. His holy aura does not manifest itself stronger, instead only manifesting on the spots that would actually cause serious damage.

He's hit, again and again, and Guatemoc finally charges in for a final strike. However, holy earth instantly rises in front of the man, knocking the occult barrage back. Yellow, glowing irises stare at the man from behind the holyground shield, and a single hand is risen.

Too fast for Guatemoc to counter. Paladin -- No, Cullen was a trained warrior, more than anything. Before he was self-entitled Aegis of the Damned. Before he was self-entitled Paladin of Kraus. Holy energy emanating from his hand, he quickly hits against Guatemoc's chest, sending a single barrage of holy energy.

Now, on the Gehennan's skin, a holy marking is present, in theform of the Paladin's open palm. It stings upon every strong manifestation of occult energy or negative emotions -- Since he was here to combat his pride, it would most certainly manifest stronger against prideful manifestations.

The holy magi's wounds are quickly healed by his holy circuitry. He walks towards Guatemoc, and drags him up, landing the Gehennan upon his feet. No words are spoken. No sword was drawn. He simply made his marking, and started making his way out, gesturing for Masika to follow as his holy leylines shone under his armor.
(Paladin)

She watched quietly. It was the battle not just between Holy and Occultism, but the beginnings of Order against the seed of a sin. Masika would rise to her feet when Cullen gestured for her to follow, verdants focused on Guatemoc.

"If only he had told me this was his plan for uniting the tribes..." She shook her head. "I would've been able to stamp this out."
(Masika)

How dare he?

"You'll die, Cullen. I'll make sure if it. No one marks ME-" ZAP!

He opened his mouth but the words won't come out.

"Fuck you."

Figured out what Cullen had done.
(Guatemoc)


Paladin says, "I hope you learn with that, Guatemoc."

Guatemoc says, "I learned."

Guatemoc says, "I learned that you'll be dead in no more than two years, you piece of shit."

Paladin says, "Kraus protects, Guatemoc."

Guatemoc says, "..."
Guatemoc basically loses it here and now.

There was no control - it was pride and only pride manning his noggin.

He tosses his sword at Cullen.

"I considered you a friend, Cullen. But now, I know what a friend means to you. You're no better than that Valmasian who lead his squad here for death."

Guatemoc screamed.

"As long as I draw breath I'll make sure that one day I'll rip your entire head off and hang it in the middle of Ezmaran for all to see."

Yeah... Betrayal was not a strange feeling to him, although it did hurt more nonetheless.

But still... Under all that tough shell he put in front of himself, he was a child, a victim of constant abuse from someone that's supposed to be his rock, his protector. His father did nothing but break him over and over again, only causing the anger to build up. To feel in control again, to have such pride - it only made him feel better about himself, butwith what Cullen had done? He took it all a way.

For a moment there Guatemoc was nothing but a child, broken, unmendable.

That made his eyes tear.

"I'LL KILL YOU IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO."

Right now Guatemoc wasn't sure if he was talking about his father or Cullen, he viewed them both as the same person for a split second.
(Guatemoc)

The Paladin let out a sigh. Guatemoc used all the words that once would have made him break into shreds, here and now, but for now, he cared not for it. The holy aura inside his armor fluttered, focusing around his crown as it worked to stop his feelings from taking over him. Or, at least, for making him take it back.

It was a precious lesson for him. Guatemoc considered him a friend for whatever reason, even if the Paladin was always on his opposition. And, sometimes, this was what friendship and caring for others led him to do. Were it someone else, Cullen would have immediately stripped him of his life. But Guatemoc... He hoped he'd be safe. At least a bit.

As the sword was thrown at him, the Paladin's first reaction was to look back as he heard it cutting through air. However, his second reaction was not to step out of the way -- But to get in front of Masika. His arm quickly rose around her, as he put his own torso between the sword and her. It landed upon his back, falling down onto the ground afterwards, stained with his holy-tainted blood.

A sorry expression looked back at the Gehennan, even if the lights were too shiny for him to see. Even if the helmet was in front of him. It hurt him to see someone being made to do so, but it was for his best. It was to stop corruption from rising. Every sin had a good reason to himself -- But, so did Cullen.

His breathing more intense, he still covered Masika's body entirely. The yellow irises simply looked back at the Gehennan, and two words came out. Serene, calm, and gentle as always.

"I am sorry. Guatemoc. This is for the best." And as such, the mythril-clad man continued walking.
(Paladin)


Paladin asks, "... It hurts me deeply to have to do something like that. But... It's necessary, isn't it?"

Masika says, "I don't think it stopped him, Cullen."

Masika says, "I think you just gave him more anger."

Paladin says, "I... I have no idea what that mark does, honestly."

Paladin says, "It must hurt. For an occult user, it hurts to have holy magic so close to him."

Masika says, "Mhm."