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11:22] Niclous Runeclaw says, ".............. Him..."
[11:43] A mortal fighting a primal, the very demonic dragon of Meranthe in a cosmic battle. Orbs formed by light itself cascading through the air.

Flames destroy everything it claims, and what was once a forest has been reduced to ashes, with stones broken and just rubble left to remember.

It was disaster on the spot.

The Dragon's fury and what follows in its aftermath. Nothing is left to bloom, no stone unturned. The flames that blazed at the unfathomable pits of Helheim would be felt by everybody.

"You mortals hang close to the light it'll be your final chance, hopelessness is set to crawl these lands and in your last breaths, I assure my fires will be cause,"Â Twisting and pulling on the shadows.

Stretching across the continents, imprisoning the celestial magus in a prism of darkness as an onslaught of magic casted without delay, shredding the conscious with innumerable illusions and its claws rupturing through its defences, smashing through the layers of the skin all the way down to the bone.

The dragon was destined to feast.

Blood was blood, beastkin or not. They appear to have suffered severe injuries after being thrown to the side by a hurl. The Dragon, however, is no longer concerned with them, instead shifting its attention elsewhere.
(Smile)
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[11:49] The boy trembling at the sight of the dragon his body barley able to contain the emotion's it felt as the sight of Seth battling it angered his blood once more. The flames of destruction would reverberate through the wood as the teen then reached his hand out in front of himself. Starting to channel his mana throughout himself and into the palm of his hand. "You... I have been looking for you.... Smile."

The sound of thunder echoing off in the distance, dark heavy clouds filling the area and blocking out the sunlight now. Heavy winds and rain falling from the heaven's as the air around the young would begin to vibrate. Just then a stream of lightning shot down from the sky into the boy's hand. Forming a bow of electricity, Niclous pulling the string back would open up his right eye and take aim. It's blue iris focusing on the beast now as images of their last fight would flash through his mind. "I'm not the same boy anymore... Get ready fucker."

His arrow shot through the air and sent for the torso of the mighty beast.
(Niclous Runeclaw)
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[11:59] Another confrontation occurs with the helspawn menace that plagued Meranthe's soil. At its inception, they were but nuisances, an inconvenience to the common magi. But, with the passage of time they were quickly becoming something more...

A threat.

Where disaster struck, he would answer, an oath he'd made onto himself and onto loved ones. Time and time again in the face of adversity he would rise; a promise he'd kept even now.

Pillars of smoke ebb into the firmament, the offspring of a sea of flames hungrily feeding upon the earth. The vibrant emerald forest was now devoid of nature's grace. Destruction. Destruction as far as one could perceive.

The radiance of the stars embrace a lithe form in the midst of the flame. The previous smugness whittled down in the suffocating onslaught of the daemon. Yet, ever-so often does the explosion of a rifle ring in the midst of crackling flames.

Eventually though, even the luminescence of the stars begin to wane in the struggle - dimming to but a fragment of what it once was.

The taunt of the infernal breaches even the roar of fire, clenched ivories and unyielding silvers opposing the dragon's might. However, it's not enough, their final exchange seeing the felinae on the bitter side of things.

"This is... only a setback.. demon.. I will right this wrong."

Burnt, horribly so, and lost to the edges of the flames with a toss, Seth is forced to a retreat. Hacking the asphyxiating smog from his lungs.
(Seth Valmonte)
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[12:01] Smile says, "Hmph."
[12:07] {Lost Dangerous RPB against Smile}
[12:07] ** Smile has inflicted an injury upon Niclous Runeclaw. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (2 days)") **
[12:16] Another who would believe they could go toe-to-toe with a dragon. With one of Helheim's most beautiful inventions.

Its wings extended far and wide, its screeches reaching even the highest parts of the mountains, the ashes of the once-forested area being blown away.

As a hail of flames burnt before them, it dug its claws into the soil and leapt into the air.

Laying claim to flesh as thunderous bolts rain down on the dragon, kicking many of the scales that covered the beast.

"Stupid mortal."

Diving for the finishing blow, an iron tackle from the dragon's punishing weight sends the white wolf staggering, possibly unconscious? Whatever strength they do manage to muster perhaps its best to flee!

As another rises to strike the Dragon grabbing its attention as it enters a berserk state.
(Smile)
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[12:18] The noblewoman has caught the tail end of a fight, the victim seemingly one she knew to be around Aphros commonly. It was a bout close in all respects, but the demon had prevailed. They continued to be a scourge across Meranthe and not something that set well with the Gregoris. Nor did seeing the young boy hurt.

Occult flared from the musician's person, spreading out a scent of sickly magic seeping into the ground. The scent of death and decay as plant life withered beneath her feet.

"It's easy for your kind to prey on the weak, but you will not find that same weakness here."

A strange magic accompanied the occult presence around Jezebel. Aether magic. As a champion of the Gods, she would pay her due diligence in eradicating the plague spreading across the land.

The woman's guitar was unslung from her shoulder, a conduit and expression for her magic. Still partially occupied from the boy, Jezebel took her pick in hand and broughtit down against the strings of her instrument with vigor. It was not just sound produced from the guitar, but a heavy ambient pressure that built up in the air, sending her magic forth towards Smile.

"Let's see if you can withstand the power of the Gods."

Their wrath.

It was not long before she was upon the demon.
(Jezebel Gregoris)
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[12:25] The battle hard fought much like before, bolts of lightning with loud booms of thunder in toe. The result different then before yet the same. As the boy was unable to bring the dragon down with the might he held. Arrow after arrow was fired into the air as the titan took flight. It's onslaught of flames and destruction raining down onto the battle field.

Bit by bit the wolf was scorched and burned, cut and bruised as the battle continued to wage on. The end nearly in sight and victory in his grasp but greed took the best of the boy as he sought to make the dragon pay for the last time they saw one another. A destructive blow of energy charged forth and shot from his bow as he took aim. Pointing the head of the lightning bolt on where the wing connected to the dragon's massive body.

His shot missing it's mark as the beast then swooped down to the ground, Nic trying to jump away from the titan but his cloak being caught. At the last moment he had managed to convert his body into electricity like before though the result was much the same. A long gash now ran along his torso with infused demonic energy being tethered to it.

Yet another scar from the accursed dragon. The boy being sent flying back barely conscious now would stand, using the last of his mana to keep his body upright and deliver a warning to the demon. "I am.. Going to make you pay.. One day.. Smile... "

With the arrival of the stranger the boy then took his chance to make his escape doing what he could to avoid being the target of another demon in his current shape. Bolting through the tree's on his way back to the city of Dal'Thala.
(Niclous Runeclaw)