Lyulf and Ky V Hector and Reekes

18:59] Perhaps this Dullahan is not so intermingled in Mire politics as they could or even should be, but in the passive wandering of this land for what it's endless hundreds of circles, there is considerable peculiarity found.

Mostly in the people. And as one himself does wonder, the currently floating suit of armor does rather mundanely begin an approach, pulled away from her endless and likely fruitless neverending quest, and sound rings out.

Is it into Lyulf's head, or carried upon peculiar sound magic? Hard to tell.

"...How curious. That King did not kill you? And I here I believed, he was leading the endless war, a crusade against anything that threatened what he protected, his 'people'."

Low, that voice is. Feminine. Rough, course. A pause. An empty gauntlet raises, it's fingers flat and palm to the air. A gesture at the man is issued.

"...How did it find freedom again? I am haplessly curious."
(Rekees)
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[18:59] It wasn't hard to notice the armor. It never was when it came to those of the Mire. Perhaps that's why he sought them out so much. Easy targets, clear foes who bore the uniform of their very nature. Unlike the Osronans and Moxitilians who bore no standard.

When the voice drifted across the air; a discordant echoing of sounds and thoughts. His softly glowing eyes settled steadily upon Rekees, those eyes looked to be molten gold mixed with blood. An erratic twitching hinting towards injuries still sustained or perhaps something else entirely.

With a voice that was slightly on the manic side. A voice whose accent spoke of low-birth but whose aggressive tones hinted towards olden blood of warriors coursing in his veins.

"The King of Freaks decided that I was to live. Its a mistake he'll come to regret when I've ripped him in two! [redacted]' insulting me as if I'm no threat." That low-rumbling anger radiated out from the militant man for a time. Clearly he was recalling the battle but that was how it had happened. His headlong assault into the dark the battle of death between himself and their king?

Left them alive and the King's bell unrung. It was a feeling that'd caused him no end of shame and regret. Still, the young man seemed well enough and his fiery passion hadn't dimmed. If anything that rage burning behind his eyes had only heightened.

"YOU THOUGH! You're the second suit of tin I've seen today. The first was far to weak for my attention so I let him go. However, you've a look of confidence. You hold a candle to your King? Eh?" They were a violent sort and since the loss to Torgon the chance to test themselves against his lesser kin had taken root into his mine.
(Lyulf Yayle)
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[18:59] Hector was out for a lovely evening stroll when he heard the rather loud voice of Lyulf echoing through the forest. The dullahan limped towards the sound and shambled to a stop. Crossing his arms the crimson armored knight tilted his head, he glanced towards Rekees then back to the human.

"It's rather rude to claim our armor is made of tin young man." He echoed out through his helm. His voice was deep and surprisingly smooth for a headless vengeful spirit.

Hector remained near the pair with his arms crossed, wondering why Lyulf was insulting some King of Freaks... what an odd title... He couldn't mean Torgon could he?
(Hector)
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[18:59] Ky approaches the scene, flying some distance overhead - though upon spotting the gathering, he begins to make his descent! Far enough away as to not disturb whatever was going on, yet.
(Ky)
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[18:59] "...How sad. Such disrespect. We do not all take such so gracefully."

It is a bit ironic, that he complains of his disrespect and yet is so desperately willing to dish it out to the first denizen of the Mire found, much as this particular does not adhere to the standards of the Mire as many do.

Alas, they so few care. Her quest transcends these petty gripes and unyielding conflicts fought between grander entities than a single person. She, in all belief, found no purpose on them.

"And so you yearn for revenge, for retribution through me. I am no servant of that King, do not know his strengths, nor his reasons.

But that has not mattered before. Do you care?"

Perhaps it is for the best that she grows used to these things. The endless circles of conflict. The adjustment to being this thing. Perhaps her quest is impossible.Perhaps she will be incomplete forever, subjected to this fate until she crumbles finally to dust.

But there is no surrender in this shell of a body. Not yet.
(Rekees)
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[18:59] Fujin Einar says, "I was an Orphan."
[18:59] Fujin Einar says, "So yes."
[18:59] An invinsible and shadowy being walks into the scene! WoOOoooooo~
(Abe)
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[18:59] The night's darkness continued to spread over the lands and as it did more and more of the Mire were crawling out of it. It was a fitting course given their status as freaks of the night. Still, as the coursing drug pumped through his veins his attention faltered from the gathering group. Shifting towards they sky where he could swear there was something moving amid the stars.

It was Hector's words that caught his attention. Jerking his focus back to the present and back to the response of Rekees. He heard them both like a cacophonic chorus of voices. He'd grown accustomed to telepathic communications or the sounds could have been overwhelming. Now though? He just shook his shoulders and head. Trying to clear the cob-webs brought by the fae-dust coursing through his circuitry.

His first action was the turn his attention to Hector. "That's the idea. I know damn well that your bodies are mostly a mithril compound alloy. I can even tell that as you age that alloy is able to strengthen and harden! Fascinating truly, your King's was harder than Nyeshk and yet I could swear that the manner in which it was constructed, I paid attention to the details mind you, IT HAD TO HAVE BEEN STEEL AT SOME POINT!" It was an answer that was delivered with a manic rush. There was an actual hint of passion in that declaration. No doubt he actually did care about the make up of the armors and found them interesting.

Still, his focus then turned fully back to Rekees. "What? REVENGE? RETRIBUTION!?" He barked his head back with a laugh! "BAHAHA! NO! I want a challenge. Don't you get it?" His head lowered back down and his gaze settled upon the Knight. Steps strode across the grass as he walked to them. He stopped roughtly two yards from their frame and spoke, confidently.

"It is only when we are pushed out our absolute limit that we can truly shine." A arm of silver and one of flesh crossed his chest as he looked them over. His gaze trailed away for a moment. Hector, Ky... Ky, a grin was flashed their way. Though, for now his focus wouldn't leave Rekee's for long.

"I do care though you know. I care a lot. If you're not worthy of facing me than that's that. Does that answer your question?" He paused for a moment and tilted his head. Squinting at the suit of armor. "Mhm, you're ceremonial armor. How odd."
(Lyulf Yayle)
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[18:59] * You have been awarded 1 Roleplay Points! *
[18:59] Ambrose strolls up.

There's a quiet hum that escapes his lips, but he doesn't say anything as of yet, merely watching.

For now.
(Ambrose Roche)
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[18:59] Hector took a few slow steps forward as Lyulf went on about their armor. A light chuckled echoed from the old knight's helm. "You seem rather interested in us or Torgon specifically." Enamored really....

Hector came nearer to Rekees' side as he crossed his arms yet again, it seemed a crowd was gathering. Shrugging the knight echoed out, "You can find challenges anywhere boy... and if you feel that Torgon is someone you can take on... let's just say there's not many challenges left for you to face." Hector paused before continuing, "That being said, it's quite rude to go around insulting people... that will get you fights, not challenges, just keep that in mind."

Still standing rather nonchalantly Hector kept his arms crossed. A small tilt of the head was given as he pondered the situation, wondering why Torgon had showed mercy on this rather bratty young man.
(Hector)
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[18:59] Lyulf side-stepped so that he could be facing both evenly. A twitch of his eye as he aligned them to be more aesthetically pleasing.
(Lyulf Yayle)
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[18:59] A dull 'stare' drags on from the Dullahan, shifting weight and creaking as the man does clarify himself. Regardless, still, he is hungry. She'd give him the credit that he's no Vanirhallan, already managed more words than most of the people who have taken it upon themselves to attack the Dullahan with ill intent.

Yet, in the end, they have all started to blur a slight.

"A challenge, to be pushed. You are a simple creature, then- as simple as many of our own, I am sure."

A soft, chiding admonishment, both to kin and to him, casted so carelessly into the air. Is she provoking him, hoping to justify it a little more, to give him good reason knowingly?

Magnanimous. A hand lazes back with a soft creaking, reaching for the haft of her long axe.

"I can admire it, somewhat- it would be disrespectful to deny at least an attempt, sluggish as this suit of armor oft feels.

You be the judge. Do so quickly. I have my own business."

Not that the suit of armor was keen on respect, true to their casual word. Maybe the constant hostility was beginning to shift this Dullahan. The tedium of circling the world, searching for a feeling that may not exist.

Perhaps it was all silly and pointless. Maybe that was why all the Mire creatures put their faith in that King, in this Night Mother? Maybe there was nothing else for her.

But the moment.
(Rekees)
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[18:59] Lyulf's gaze seemed to flick towards Hector when the Dullahan squared up alongside their comrade. Good, it showed that when pushed came to shove the monster gathered together. Made them seem just a little more Human. That Dullahan's words or thoughts? Hard to tell, hard to tell! They bounced into the Yayle's mind and with their bouncing a smirk was brought to the man's lips.

"Can, have, will AGAIN! Now though I'm doing what you'd call research." As he spoke his gaze flicked to Reekee's that one spoke slower. It was no doubt the effort they put into brandishing their thoughts into sounds. It was another mark for humanity in their favor and that alone earned them a flicker of his respect that wasn't the right word but it would have to do. Yes, they both would do in his eyes. "Then bring on the fighting. We'll see which hurt more when we're done. Their feelings or their bodies." He'd been a brawler his whole life and that wasn't going to change. No matter who was giving the lecture.

His hand came down to settle upon the big-iron at his hip. There was already a soft glow that sprung to life along the mighty revolver when he touched it. A soft glow of plasma coursed along the weapon's interior. Lyulf's attention then shifted back towards Rekees. Where they trying to bait him? Did they believe he needed a reason to pursue the fight? The violence?

His smirk widened as he waved his robotic arm towards the nearby clearing. They'd rose to the challenge, they were ready to take on their King's attempted assassin. For that? Well, he would give them the respect of presuming their strength worthy of his own.

"To the field. Be warned if you prove to WEAK! I'm going to turn my plasma onto the old-suit." It was a tricky business, pushing his foes to their height but when it came to the Monsters they all had a kinship. It was usually easy to push them to greater heights when there was a group.

The Justicar slid from it's holster and as it did so the young man's eyes began to glow. Wisps of raw plasmic magic coursing off their frame as they readied themselves to battle the Dullahan. Another test, another anvil to hammer himself against.
(Lyulf Yayle)
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[18:59] "Ah.."

So there would be a fight after all. Still, Ambrose knew all too well that he's had other things to do as well. While they all busy each other with themselves..

He makes his way elsewhere.
(Ambrose Roche)
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[18:59] While one leaves, another stays! Epialos was way too invested into this terrific slow-burn of an encounter, so he'd do his best to float on! Wordlessly watching as the plasma asshole did battle with a headless knight!

He loved nights like these.
(Epialos)
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[18:59] Ky steps forward, slowly making his way into the field until he stood by Lyulf. A look is given in the mans direction, dull eyed and frowning.

"...You look like you could use a hand." He muses. "I hope you don't mind, but I'll be evening the odds. I was going to turn you guys into scrap-metal some time soon anyway." Ky moves, drawing his blade and holding it at his side!

"Unless you want me to kick your ass too, Lyulf?"
(Ky)
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[18:59] A small turn addresses Ky, dulcet tones reverberating through the air softly.

"I do not know you, or particularly care. Nor do I care for circling like a pack dog, fighting with odds. You are irrelevant, here."

And then attention is back to Lyulf, and a hand not upon the haft of her axe gestures, opening up towards him and beckoning him to come... to a better spot for a proper battle, then.

They'd scarcely if at all recognized their fellow Dullahan, here.
(Rekees)
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[18:59] An intent was emanating from somewhere. Not a hostile intent but closer to a protective one instead. The eyes watches over the Dullahan, even though claiming not to be of the Mire, he still finds it responsible for him to give significant protection for one of Torgon's kins.

But, not many killing intents are being given by any of them. His attention turned towards Ky instead of Lyulf.

By pure feelings alone, he steps on the edge of the battlefield and kept watching for any overshoots from any of the two.
(Abe)
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[18:59] Hector let out a sigh, for some reason it seemed most humans he encountered were more battle-hungry than the ogres in the Mire.

Hector looked to the two humans and shook his head as he placed his hand on the pommel of his seemingly broken sword.

"If you insist we battle, it should be fair at the very least."

He hadn't met Rekees before in all honesty, but he was sick of seeing every dullahan he'd met constantly berated and targeted by the people of esshar. If it was a fight they wanted, it was a fight they'd get.

(Hector)
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[18:59] When Ky stood up Lyulf flashed a snarl of a grin at them. There was a moment where the Sylvanum addled young man considered casting off the Dullahan's battle and lunging at Ky. Just another chance to break the other man again was tantalizing.

Yet, there had been an understanding there. Brought forth by the spilling of blood and the breaking of bone. So, instead he simply barked a threat to his erstwhile ally. "When I'm done with this one? You're next Ky." In truth there was something to be said about the man's offer of aid. Neither of the young men were stable and yet... What strange alliances the dark of night bring. With a shift he looked back to Rekees. With a chuckle he fell in behind them. Speaking aloud as they did so.

"I like you Chickadee! Such a sharp tongue- Ah, if only you were alive." Why was it all the people who could toss insults with him were dead?
(Lyulf Yayle)
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[18:59] Ky clucks his tongue, shaking his head-

"Maybe evening the odds was the wrong choice of words." With a flourish, Ky's blade takes up an brilliant shimmering mantle of starlight! Like a second edge, it wraps around his weapon - stardust twinkling off of it like falling snow. "I don't care much for fairness.

This is just an opportune moment for someone like me. I'll get to destroy two of you parasites in one stroke."

And with that, a second mana is added to his blade! This one is much, much different - an occultic signature blending with the cosmic energy; turning it into a sinister shade! "Let's get this over with." The shimmering weapon would pose a serious threat to the Dulllahan's - as they'd find it capable of damaging them on a level deeper than their armor! The very essence that bound these creatures to the material plan is assaulted, their mana disrupted by the blades strikes! What a mysterious swordsmanship style this man had developed, and so well suited for hunting their kind...
(Ky)
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[18:59] Lyulf Yayle says, "Fight harder KY"
[18:59] Ky exclaims, "BULLSHIT- I'M THE ONE DOING ALL THE WORK!"
[18:59] Lyulf Yayle exclaims, "TAKING ALL THE HITS MAYBE!"
[18:59] Lyulf Yayle says, "KY HIT THE SINGING ONE."
[18:59] Hector says, "Let her play her music"
[18:59] Hector says, "It sets the mood"
[18:59] {Won Aggressive RPB against Rekees}
[18:59] ** Lyulf Yayle has inflicted an injury upon Hector. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "") **
[18:59] Their battle... lacks coordination, perhaps. There are several instances where it could be questioned if the two men were truly on each-others side or not, with Ky often competing to rush out in front of Lyulf to steal the spotlight, as it were. Though... with the two in tandem, they're a powerful pair. So muchso that the Dullahan's would eventually succumb to their combined might!

"Go back to your swamp..." It was one of his favorite things to say to these beasts, a certain sadistic pleasure came in hurting them -- for who could rightly call him wrong? They were monsters, through and through. He cared not for their talk of 'honor'.

Rekee's would be the first to be removed from the conflict, as Ky meets them face to face in a short exchange of blows! It lasts that half-second and no more, with Ky managing to disarm Rekee's - fighting through the current of musical magic and dispelling it! Their weapon is knocked aside, leaving their stance wide open for Ky to cut across their chest with his magically enchanted sword in a solid, clean strike! The ideal one he had been hunting for the entire battle.

It rends Rekee's, and sends them flying into the treeline! The impact of the blow such that they would travel, cracking branches under their weight before coming to a stop some good distance away. Ky does not pursue, satisfied with his handiwork.

What was interesting would be the lingering effects of Ky's blade; pain. Pain, flesh and blood pain the likes of which Rekee's hadn't felt in who knows how long? It might be a little disturbing for the Dullahan.
(Ky)
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[18:59] This was just like when they'd battled alongside Alexander except the duo weren't two strangers bound together by the laws of Achyon. No, Ky and Lyulf? They hated each other and it was clear throughout the fight that they'd rather turn that aggression towards each other. That alone gave Rekees and Hector an edge that nearly brought the Human's to their knees.

Swords where clashing as the Gunslinger's efforts to keep themselves away from all those sharp edges where a sight to see. It was as if they'd just been dropped into a pit of sharks. As much as he hated to admit it if he'd fought both of the Dullahan they would have made short work of him. At first he simply ignored Ky and attacked Rekees with all that raw aggression.

Lyulf was a wave of destruction at first. His raw mastery over the magics of metal specifically brought the singing Knight trouble. Yet, it was the raw destructive power of his plasma causing the most issues across the field. If anything Lyulf's weakness as that he was ill suited for massed battle.

Without a solid target the duo of Dullahan's were able to put him on the back burner. Each of their swords barely held back by chains of iron. Protective defenses as he backpedaled. Ky was able to come in and change the tide and once he did the battle came to a quick close. The ending of the mad-melee was a close one.

Yet, Ky had Rekees now and that left Hector to him. With a outreach of his magics he cast a mighty wave of metallic transfiguration upon the Dullahan. Where one moment they were a towering display of Mythril engineering the next they were twisted into a work of art. Every inch of their mithril frame shifted to solid gold. Their movements became slower as their body became softer.

Art wasn't made for war after all.

"YES NOW THIS IS A CHALLENGE!"

He was loving every moment of the mayhem.
(Lyulf Yayle)
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[18:59] Hector was by no means a spring chicken. He was an old hat around the Mire, that being said he wasn't the strongest of them either. Still the knight showed expertise with his blade.

What was once a shattered bastard sword appeared in it's full glory once again, the missing three and a half feet replaced by a dull grey aura of mana. All around the knight the air would grow heavy. He'd lessen his own gravity and move faster than any armored spirit should, all the while crushing his foes with his control of gravity.

For a moment it seemed the dullahans might have a chance against the rather unprepared duo of unlikely allies before them. Sadly that wasn't the case.

Choosing to clash with Lyulf Hector was advancing steadily, weight pulling Lyulf closer and closer to the ground. The air around him growing heavy and pulling inward to crush the man.

The blasts of plasma didn't seem to slow Hector down, it was the fact that he was getting heavier despite his best efforts.

His vice grip he held towards Lyulf that was crushing the man lessened as he looked down at himself. Solid gold BABYYYY and truly he seemed to have been touched by Midas.

Hector simply stopped attempting to crush Lyulf and let out a odd echoing laugh, "How in the...? What the..?" Seemingly at a loss for words the dullahan turned to see Reekes thoroughly launched into the tree line.

Hector let out a sigh as he looked towards Lyulf, "This is really quite the trick..." Waving his hand slowly against the gold that now encapsulated his frame the knight slugged his way over to Reekes. Offering out a now golden hand, the once crimson knight echoed out, "Well fought child, we ought to leave, this man got his challenge, and the other... well he's a bit strange so we should really go."
(Hector)
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[18:59] A fight against multiple opponents, confounding and disorienting as much as one can with no true sense of equilibrium can be disoriented thus.

Yet, in a way, it is... enjoyable. She does not fancy herself some confounding, powerful warrior, and yet they battle fiercely, harshly tooth and nail. The battlefield is painted in the horrific screeching, hissing songs that emanate from her armor, a cacophony that assails those who draw too close, or those she dives upon.

The suit of armor is not quick, but it is fierce when met forthwright. Exchanging blows is where the suit is at it's strongest, spinning and slashing that massive, dull axe with apparent weightlessness.

Alas, that it is too much, that the two suits of armor are overwhelmed by the raw ferocity and superior firepower of their opponents.

Upon so many lesser blows suffered, the harshest thereof and the lasting burns a foreign and a hostile mana into the metal that is her body. It staggers them back, ails them, defines itself immediately as a particularly significant wound.

Pain, or the closest thing to it that the Dullahan can experience, they do.

"...Another one."

The free hand, from their safe distance separated by that blow, does briefly observe the deep scarring damage. How many times had this old suit been nearly broken in battle, now? At least three, and even the fourth was a near contest.

"But until I crumble to dust- I will never relegate myself to some safe hideaway. Battle may be your purpose, your completion. It is not mine."

… Even with pain, difficulty and defeat suffered?

The ache to be whole again was still far greater. The hunger to be complete, to find and fulfill what was lost gnawed even through the difficulty suffered in the moment.

But the Dullahan knew that death was theend of hope, and so it knew better than to die for nothing. It would retreat, she would retreat with kin.
(Rekees)