Conall - Assaulting Axel (9/4)

[02:13] Jagged teeth, shard-like in nature come together, forming a wide sadistic smile. He bobs his head, moving his hand to his staff. Blood flows freely from his eyes down his face as well as from those fingernails as a fish appears by his side, swimming in the air.

"Yes, is Gehennan. Are you are of blessed by the Betrayer. Will be of making good trophy."
(Conall Revels)
[02:16] The moment that the ebony skin and looks of wildness came to be realized by Axel, the Oscuri reflexively stepped back, grabbing the hilt of his gun-blade. It seemed inevitable that he would stumble upon enemies in his round trips back and forth through Aetherian lands for acorns, but for a Gehennan to be this close to the caves!

Recent happenings were a blur to him, but it was widely known that these were heathens. "The -real- betrayer is Kraus Eternia, actually!" He would reply with this. "Heathens like you have no place in this world!"
(Axel Morgensen)
[02:16] Axel Morgensen says, "?flex"
[02:19] The fish opens it maw with jagged teeth similar to it's master. leaves fill the air, followed by spores that make it hard to breathe. A feeling of hatred can be felt in the air and he steps ever closer to the Oscuri, delight and malice in his eye.

"Yes, yes, what will Conall be taking today? Maybe of jawbone. Would really be of shutting up you Betrayers. Khiii.

Is of making one mistake. Conall is not of caring about Kraus. Is just of hating those bringing back the dead from dust." Spores fill the air, starting to make it hard to breathe.
(Conall Revels)
[02:26] "Maybe I'll steal your -HEART-!" This was worded out badly. And rather out of character for Axel, as well, had this person in front of him not been a Gehennan foe, who were unconvertable in his eyes.

Countering the dreadful hatred filled atmosphere of the brilliantly chaotic Gehennan with his fish Daemon and choking spore magic was the not so illuminating aura of Occult which spawned upon the white haired Oscuri. Rieka was no doubt levied into the gun-blade of which he now held in front of him, knowingly that despite its nature of duality, Axel was going to use it mainly for magical purposes!

Now, joining the hateful air was the colder than normal breeze, the command of fairly adept wind and ice magics occuring from him. This may just be the first notable person he just might lose to or sacrifice, whichever came first!

"Praise be the Lord - His art of Necromancy is pure -perfection- okay!!"
(Axel Morgensen)
[02:32] Conall stepped back.

Spores filled the air with a choking feeling, making everything hard to breathe. Flowers arose from earth, and he seemed to speed up at will, only once even being hit by a shard of lice as the Daemon and Mandrakes tore into the Oscuri. He never stops smiling wickedly, but only draws close once, his staff delivering a smack into the Oscuri's side. The boy is sent tumbling away.

Tumbling unfortunately towards the nearby river, into it. The Dryad gnashes their teeth, seeing the failed capture.

"Baah. Will have to be of capturing another trophy."
(Conall Revels)
[02:39] It was obvious from the unskilled maneuvering of Axel throughout the battle that he had very little combat experience. Or at the very least, against those who were exceptionally strong and skillful. Truly, this was the consequences of focusing only in spiritual than physical development!

So there be, the Oscuri who only parried few shots of whatever which he could hardly see. His spectacularly homing icy projectiles shot from his gun-blade did not do what was intended in name at all! Aim was a poor field which Axel unfortunately ate of its consequences. Barely any of his Occultic, icy, windy, watery, Rieka-ish, whatever attacks up his sleeves hit the intended targets.

The opposite, he was ravaged by the spores, the flowers, the vines and the damned fish, leaving him with cuts, thorny scratches, and even some bite marks here and there from the damned fish, but luckily, not from Conall himself! His clothing took the blunt of it all, the sleeves most notably torn and torn repeatedly. This was an encounter of a fight which he could not win.

And he was bested with an air taking, very painful, in-spite-of-adrenaline painful, WHACK from the Gehennan's probably Mythril, probably made of something dense, staff onto his sides which sent him not only tumbling downwards the grassy and often muddy hills, but eventually into the famous, longest, widest Agarthan river.

But at least he escaped fairly intact...
(Axel Morgensen)