Vortex 5

[18:00] Mackenzie Oshikawa asks, "Care for a spar?"
[18:00] Inanis says, "Sure"
[18:07] Inanis drew the staff from his back, Occultic winds gathered around the tip of the master staff before slowly converting it into a wicked Scythe made of Phantasmal aura from the wraiths Inanis had kept within themselves. To learn more of the void...to experience its power one had need to garner its attention. To explicitly involve themselves with prodding and poking into that realm of disasters.

Helheim being closely related Inanis felt it was his duty to experiment in different ways to earn the voids favor and eventually? He'd rip power away from it, Drain it of all of its power just as he did with the star hes attached to now. It was only a matter of time before that occurred.

The phantom scythe was brought forth once more, An aura of dread and malevolence conjured up by the Nethradin's animosity towards the entirety of the Living realm. Occultism spewed into a mist of disarray and despair. "It would be good to seeif I've improved since the last time we've battled. Don't hold back on me at all. "

Inanis for the most part held Mackenzie in high regard she never acted completely superior to him nor did she degrade him without first aiming to improve him. She wasn't like the others who belittled Inanis constantly. The razor sharp scythe would be arched back, and with that Inanis leaped forward a blow of snow being carried off as his wind magic propelled him towards his foe.
(Inanis)
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[18:10] There was a chill that filled the air around Mackenzie, as this was a particularly cold night on the mountain it seemed. There was a slight shiver that ran down the white haired Oshikawa's spine then, as her black skirt brushed against her mid thigh. She really needed to start dressing appropriately for the mountains when she came here..

She shrugged her shoulders, lifting a small hand into the air. Releasing her staff and pulling it, up and in front of her. Its unique presence once again making itself known. The strong smell of iron filled the air, as the black scaled dragon dripped red liquid from its mouth. Holding the orb of blood close to it, protectively.

A sigh escaped Mackenzie then, a puff of smoke revealing itself then...Indicating the cold around her. Purple hues focusing themselves on her opponent, Inanis. She offers him a smile, obviously quite fond of the creature.

"I never hold back, don't worry. Lets hope you have improved." there was a nod then, a small smirk playing on her features.

The art of battle was something Mackenzie rather enjoyed partaking in. As well as teaching useful techniques, that others could utilize to help improve themselves.

Then, the battle began.
(Mackenzie Oshikawa)
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[18:20] There was an intensity in the way the Oshikawa partook in battle. Her movements were swift in motion, agile and comfortable within her own skin. Very much so in tune with her magical abilities, which was very obvious in the way she threw attacks around strategically to land onto Inanis. It seemed no matter how much he attempted to avoid the attacks, she had a move for no matter where he went.

She had been prepared to take a beat down, hoping he had improved slightly since their time before. However there was a slight frown that took her features, as she saw her opening and went for it. Knocking Inanis down from behind, with a blood whip to the backside.

Her usual mood when she was teaching. It was meant to embarrass, to push him further into anger. Bid him to fight harder, more determined. Urge his wrath.

"Focus, my friend. When you notice me about to come for you, block me. Stay away from my blood miasma, for it will wear and tear at your body." The advice is given, though she'd make no movement to help him up. She would just eye him intensely.

"Up, again."
(Mackenzie Oshikawa)
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[18:24] The blood was a vicious weapon despite how fragile mortals were invoking magic into anything they could make it into a powerful and impressive weapon. Blasts of water and blood spilled from the Magi Inanis doing their best to repell and block them the scythe pulled forth to shoot out blades of wind at Mackenzie yet were easily blocked by her ice magic.

Whips hit their mark, ice smashed against his skin and when the finally attack came Inanis did his utmost to retaliate given his stature however it wasn't much of a method he could break to attack her.

His anger flashes and indeed his wrath does rise, Hatred for mortals had always been something he felt, Why did they get to live peaceful lives? Why did they get to enjoy the lavish structures of the Living realm when he was damned for all eternity? It was unfair...it was unjust...there are no such things as saviors and for that reason Inanis would aim to crush them all.

Unleashing their fury the Mourning Wraiths responded. Their screams only growing louder as Inanis stood up again listening to Mackenzie's words. Their eyes glowed a deep red and their body cracked and ached from the attacks but he needed this, He needed to beat the weakness from his soul."Yes again! "
(Inanis)
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[18:38] Inanis, Wouldn't hesitate any more to take his chance, Frustration and anger building in their soul was released in the shape of multiple screaming wind blades that were thrown towards Mackenzie in an attempt to carve and cleave her.

Inanis had known for far too long that his power was weaker than most, It would take more practice and trials for him to gain the mastery others on the mountain had and...he'd have to work harder than most people to obtain his goals. Occultism continued to echo screams of the suffering wraiths to have their life force further drained as Inanis gathered the dreadful winds within his palm and compressed them into a large and obscene bladed weapon.

Mackenzie's attacks hit hard...and in comparison Inanis could only stitch together a number of his attacks to compete with how much damage a single shard spray of her blood or ice could do to him. The sphere of pressurized air was thrown towards her in attempt to knock her off balance as it exploded thrashing about the snowscaped mountains.

The explosion gave Inanis the perfect timing to gather his finally assault, A hammer of pressurized air struck her, Slamming into her body only to let the howling winds charge into Inanis scythe, And with one final slashing motion the winds would curve slash to create a cyclone of obsidian colored winds that would entrap the Oshikawa and even bite into her flesh, The hungered wraiths continued to pull and pick at her wanting to consume her whole.

Even though she escaped the cyclone of hatred Inanis had been prepared for that, Cosmic magics charged and more power ripped away from the star the depravity spilling into the astral orb was sent and thrown towards her knocking her flat on her back. "I can't lose...I have to keep getting stronger...Keep getting more power.. " The nethradi continued chanting to itself angered at the prospect of losing to the Demon Mortiphasm that hatred still bubbling on its mind.
(Inanis)
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[18:50] Inanis was a skilled fighter, Mackenzie knew this. She had high hopes for him in regards to his strength and ability to destroy whatever came his way. So she was not at all surprised when he'd managed to get the best of her on multiple occasions, once he was back up and going. The air struck her hard, and Mackenzie winced as the pain that overtook her figure.

Next thing she knew she was entrapped in the black colored winds, a powerful attack that whirled her around roughly. It began to bite into her flesh, and even the blood that swirled around her dramatically wasn't enough to fight them off then. Not enough to protect her from the rage the powerful blows held.

Eventually she was able to throw herself from the cyclone, only to be met by Cosmic power. Throwing her onto her back, landing her in the snow with a loud thud. Thoroughly, having gotten whooped in a succession of various attacks. She shrugged for a moment then, very slowly lifting herself from the ground.

There were rips in her clothing, where blood was seeping. Though she winced just slightly, there was a smirk on the Oshikawas expression.

"Prepare yourself..." Her tone of voice became an octave lower, as she lifted a hand to an open cut on her arm. Rather deep as blood dripped from it, from Inanis's winds slicing into her. Bringing a palm to the open flesh, there was a smirk on Mackenzie's expression.

"Make me bleed, and I will just use it to my advantage."/font> Then, her skin took on a red tint. Blood would begin to pore from her various cuts on her body. Lifting and lashing out around her, hungry yet defensively. Protecting their master.

Mackenzie would lunge forward then.
(Mackenzie Oshikawa)
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[19:11] Stronger, Faster, Deeper....

The winds left trails of crimson blood in the snow, Inanis would overexert themselves aiming to extend the barriers of his power, To break past his limits with both wind and occultism, Cosmic energies swelled within them and for once he felt the pull of something ulterior for just a second he felt the prying eyes of malevolence, A familiar essence hes only felt around his Binder and the vampire Malentine. Yet he keeps his mind from swaying too far from the battle.

Inanis shaped the wind to do his biding, Multiple swords were formed and given power from the cosmic mana he was squeezing from the star forcing it to abdicate all of itself to him. The wind swords were created and formed, The screaming blades were sent off flying in every direction.

The Nethradi's hand moved in the air drawing a circle within the sky, Leaving a trail of tainted cosmic mana that had begun to grow purple a distinguishing trait that something Other had began to invade Inanis astral body. The circle soon grew, Malevolence flourished under his power and the screaming souls and wraiths continued to be extracted of their life essences.

A powerful tornado expelled from the cosmic circle only to be infused with Inanis cosmic energies until finally it formed into a massive great Shuriken formed from wind darkness and cosmic corruption ornate and quite menacing to anyone watching it was clear Inanis had mastered their own variation on how Mourngale should be used.

The blade came striking down as Inanis drew his hand towards Mackenzie, Even had she dodged or avoided the massive weapon moved faster than any normal attack. Ghastly hands formed around Makenzie almost as if appearing from the very air around her, Made of mourngale the hands of the wraiths now spewed malice a curse that bound her to the spot she was in holding her down so she couldn't resist.

"I'm so damn tired of being weak, So tired of losing...I need more... I need to become the second tempest gain the power Zaruma could not...and blow this entire realm to pieces. " And just as he said that Inanis exhaled and along with it the giant shuriken shot forth towards the helpless Mackenzie aiming to rip into her body a great speeds, Moving so quickly it would nearly be impossible to see the fastly rotating blades.

Although with a clutch of Inanis hands he stopped the attack right as it was aiming to slice the woman in half and instead the down burst of the massive stream of wind magic fell upon her flattening her on her directly into the mountain side. His anger continued to bubble the reason he had so much hatred was for multiple reasons. The Warden...and The Demon Mortiphasm. Two whom he wanted to kill more than anyone else.
(Inanis)
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[19:24] Defeat, helplessness, fear.

These were things that Mackenzie were not familiar with. It wasn't often that she met an opponent that kept her on her toes, one that could match the power and strife she provided in battle. However now, she found herself caught between two ghastly hands on the battlefield. Surely if they chose, they could clutch her within them and kill her.

Wide purple eyes looking from hand to hand, and then landing on Inanis as he spoke. The fear filled her, embracing his power and noting it into her brain. He was indeed not a force to be reckoned with from here on out. To be treated with respect.

Then she watched as a shuriken shot forth toward her, and she froze then. Unmoving, completely taken back by the skillfulness of her opponent. Then just when she thought her end was there, she was knocked back. Falling onto the ground on her back, with a loud thud.

She would lay there on the ground for a moment. She could understand Inanis's anger. She had very much of her own. Festering hatred and resentment toward specific people from recent situations....

Ones she would correct soon.

"You....Really are something else." Her voice came out barely more than a whisper, as her purple hues looked toward Inanis from where she lay. Then, she'd slowly get up to her feet. Wincing at the exertion as her body was clearly bruised and cut in various places. A bit beaten up, but manageable. She would walk over to Inanis.

"You have improved immensely, I have...High hopes for you."
(Mackenzie Oshikawa)
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[19:34] There was somethings Inanis felt he could've improved upon mistakes he made and others he could've corrected better but there was no doubt he had improved to some degree, He had claimed what was once out of reach for him. Victory and it made him consider how best he could make others suffer. Despite her prodding and insults he knew Mackenzie had no true hatred towards him she had only after all only wanted to assist him in getting stronger.

He had much respect for her as well she never held herself back and charged at him with the same intentions he had. to improve himself to temper what was still not yet strong enough. "I have to face the world now, Inflict this hatred I feel onto others. Otherwise? What is the reason of gaining all this power if I cannot make my enemies fear me. " Their voice trailed off towards the end as he observed Mackenzies battered frame. He was In no better condition exhausted from the usage of mana...and mana of something he wasn't quite entirely sure what it was.

Merely an inkling but it could have something or another to do with the void...That purplish hue to his cosmic magic could be the only explanation. He asked his binder, Now he had to ask others gather more information on the unknown mystery that was the void.

"I can only hope that is the case. If I remain stagnant and never improving then...I'd have been better off dead... " A faint glance over to Zo' his own protégé getting healed by Helos so he had time still. His eyes adjusted back to Mackenzie's own purplish hues.

"Plus now I have people who benefit me, That I don't want to see die unless its for a grander cause. People who I promised to see grow their talents. I have so much more I want to do I won't let my life be snuffed out or trampled on anymore." The anger and frustration of an underdog was all well known by most, Yet he still lashed out as much as he could, At Crow especially who had been protecting the demon but that day would come some time in the future for now? Inanis focused on hurting those who were within his grasp.

"Gehenna will be the first place blown down by the Storm of my rage. I swear it. " they said with a tangible ichor of distain spilling from within their voice.
(Inanis)
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[19:42] The edges of Mackenzie's lips twitched slightly as Inanis spoke. She'd nod her head in understanding, purple hues flickering over him with an odd expression. Perhaps hunger? It would make sense, since her purple hues drifted to his fingers before long. Though she would reply, nonetheless.

"Gehenna was my home once." She'd said aloud, her eyes flickering to his then. Her expression grim.

"Then they allowed my husband to be killed." Her voice was dark, menacing then. There was always a gentle purple glow to the edges of her hair, and it glittered then. Before her husband had died, he'd transferred his essence into her. Setting her white hair aflame on its ends. Something she'd always remember him by.

But those were different times. Much happier times. Now Mackenzie was cold,vengeful, hateful. Sinful.

"That is a downfall I can get behind, should you need assistance."
(Mackenzie Oshikawa)
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[19:49] Inanis watched as her anger rose within her, Not towards him but towards the place she once caused home, That was what he wanted, What he needed. Hatred spite, anger and the willingness to delve further into Sins. Her husband killed and slaughtered by the ones who she once called friends. "How so very tragic...Human Cruelty knows no bounds, The Light knows no end to what they call necessary. They are the perfect place to enact your revenge and us fighting along side each other very few will be able to escape our grasp. "

Inanis readily accepted, Any and all aid to help in his insurgences against Gehenna? Would be welcomed with open arms. Yet the stain of something on his body flickered some sense of unyielding dread, Inanis felt as though something was watching him from somewhere distant he couldn't quite tell where though...

"I've still have much to learn aboutthis realm, And many things to conquer, Whenever you're ready to set out let me know but...For now I need to converse with a certain demon. Learn their knowledge of the void and see what inklings I can use to further myself. "
(Inanis)
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