Out of Control

[19:36] Adara carefully watches her opponent, such an odd scent.. She couldn't quite figure out what her supposed enemy was.

Even still, Adara's magic quickly shot from her palms, propelling her off the ground with the aid of her wings. Lightning cracked furiously between her horns.

In truth, Adara was scared, she had never really... been in a fight with an enemy.

Though she calmly said.

"Hello there, I am Adara, and it seems we are enemies. Though... I don't truly know why... Regardless... I fight for my lord, my master. Archon Zaruma, and as such, I will not be showing you any kindness."

Adara quickly readied herself for her first /truly/ dangerous battle.
(Adara Fiamma)
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[19:36] What the...?

In the battlefield, the Young Dryad would see herself in the heat of battle. Many people, many enemies. However she could see her allies as well. As soon as it started, she stood there. The Dryad didn't knew much what to do.

She seemed lost... A Drakan would be seen by her. She didn't knew if she was attacking or not. Nor she cared, the Dryad was just... Trying to find herself in that battle. She was mostly using her plants and Mandrakes to help the wounded, but nothing much or more than that.

She would stare the woman and take the Staff out of her back, just because of the Danger it represented. Well, she was fighting for Gaiar, so she would not be stupid enough to just stay chill.

Her gaze fell upon her. No word would be given. Artaius would just watch. Would she attack or...?
(Artaius Lignum)
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[19:53] She was victorious. The Drakan wasn't ready yet...

Again, in the heat of battle she was dancing in the battlefield as she was dodging the Drakan's blows. She was panting and seemed to be pretty tired. Even that her eyes were locked upon the Drakanite, it was quite obvious the fight was not that easy.

Artaius would, however finish it by using Earth magic. Creating many Earth spikes that from the floor would fly over against her. One of those took her right eye.

A disgusting scene to be seen by the Dryad. Would she scram...? Would it hurt? She just didn't want to see anyone worshipping Demons, it was bad. Demon were bad. But... That girl was not.

She noticed the lack of experience from her opponent. So sad that it ended like that, for sure.

"I am sorry. I did not want us to be enemies. However, you know that i had no choice." The Dryad aura would be turned off. The flower that sprouted from her face would vanquish and her skin would take the normal aspect again.

"You shouldn't be fighting here. You lack experience. Why are you giving your life for a Demon...? It is just stupid..." She still held her staff stronger even after the fight was over.
(Artaius Lignum)
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[19:57] Despite Adara believing in her own battle prowess, Artaius had the advantage.. her stone walls, her whips.. her plants that constantly pelted Adara with rocks.. Adara was hardly able to keep her footing, and though Adara won the second round.. she was defeated in the final.


As Adara was knocked from the sky, she prepared to catch herself once she hit the ground. However her vision faded, for just an instant, and as such, Adara slammed against the ground. A loud grunt was heard as her flames stopped, but then.. there was more..

The grunt heard wasn't caused by the impact from the ground.. but something much more.. devious. Adara hadn't just landed on flat earth like she expected, instead, as she fell, she was struck with an additional spike, could it have been intentional?

As the spike tore through her eye, Adara released a powerful stream of flames instinctively, that lead to her being pushed back form the force, possibly saving her life.

Adara was furious. She had lost matches before, but they were against her leaders, not an enemy. A loud yell was heard as she struck the ground, not with one fist, but with two. The occult scarring across her chest pulsed, darkening and causing the veins around her mark to spider, emitting a faint black glow.

Adara slowly rose to her feet and gazed at Artaius, both eyes open, causing blood to pour down the side of her maw. As dark streams of smoke rose from her nostrils she said.

"I would die for my lord. My life, my everything, is his. I wouldn't expect a dryad who betrayed Gehenna to understand. Look around you Dryad, look what the people of Ardent are doing to this land, they are destroying the very earth you are born from. How can you stomach standing by their side while they destroy this place. While I may not be battle ready to you, I will always be here to fight for my home, my land. What do you fight for Dryad?"

Adara cracked her neck, then straightened herself. Slowly, and calmly, Adara crossed her arms, awaiting a response.
(Adara Fiamma)
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[20:08] Her gaze fell upon the Drakan. The blood, the scars, the scratch. Would she want that...? Such savagery. There was no need for such. It was stuppid. This conflict was stupid. She was fighting enslaved people. To their own will... And that is scary.

She would gulp and keep standing at her. How could she stand up after all that? She literally lost and eye and could have been killed. Even that it was not her intention to leave the Drakan like that.

"No. You are wrong. Look around. And don't just use your eyes. Feel the Nature around you. The green... The plant life on this place is still shining. The Cycle is perfect. I feel the Peace and the kindness. But..." She would nod with her head in disagreement upon looking to Adara again.

"The Demon hurt the Cycle. They are inhuman. They do not feel like you. You... Have a master. You just took your own freedom of yourself. You can even think by yourself, but you won't be free as long as you stop bowing to others. Look to your back... You have wings. Use those..." She was sad now.

However, something deep inside her was just saying that it was useless. And she knew it. Something deep inside of her was telling to turn her back and leave that Drakan there. It was useless to keep talking. It was useless...

As Always, there was no need to try to convince someone that was already blinded. And that's not about the accident that just happened due to she overdoing it.

Artaius just felt like she should give up on that for some reason. Even that it was not common to her to think such. It was she herself saying it anyway...?
(Artaius Lignum)
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[20:15] Adara couldn't help but grin, how little the dryad and her seemed to have in common.

"To me, demons do not hurt anything, I was born here on Agartha, all of Gaiar, we have trees flourishing, animals roam free, there is peace. All I see here, is a barren field. See, I wasn't forced into anything, nobody has taken my freedom from me, I am free to go where I want, do what I want, and see what I want, any time. I call lord Zaruma my master, because he has taught me, he's taken the time with me that nobody else would, he has helped me grow more than I could have ever imagined. While you may think my life is foolish, and my choices stupid, and that's fine."

Adara smiled at Artaius, and slowly she walked forward to her. Once Adara got close enough, she gently placed her right hand on Artaius' shoulder and gently patted it. Adara was unusually calm, normally, she would be over the top with rage, spewing insults left and right.


"We both lead different lives. I suppose there is much we can learn about each others ways, but for now... we are enemies, perhaps one day, we will be allies. Farewell Dryad. I won't forget your face. I owe you an eye after all."

There was a heartly chuckle was released as Adara rose off the ground and flew away, flames kicking at her heels as her wings beat.
(Adara Fiamma)
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[20:20] She just stood there. Looking to the Drakan. Nothing. She couldn't just understand. Demon good? Helping people and living a good life? Well, that was for sure wrong.

Demon are naturally evil. She knows that. It is impossible for them to feel. But she would not just call her a liar...

"I hope to meet you again in a better situation. I want things to be better, for real. Later." A sigh from her. She would just turn her back and walk off.

That feeling still remained. But now as if she was being reluctant from showing kindness to her. Wich... Was aso weird to Artaius. Anyway, she would just ignore it.
(Artaius Lignum)
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