Holy 3 - vs Rhyze and Mimic death

[13:44] Rhyze would look back towards his father his icy blue eyes glowing a little more intensely with his arrival he would then look back to the group that had gathered

"Interesting... my name is Rhyze…pleasure to meet all of your acquittances"

He would sigh

"Although im not sure they will accept me as a friend im afraid"
(Rhyze)
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[13:44] Renly nods to himself. He now had a whole, cool entourage..

"Alright! Time to go, on the way, to good ol' Osrona where.."

He doesn't mention the latter part of his sentence.

"We can be friends for sure! I'm just, uhm, busy. Let's head out."
(Renly)
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[13:44] * You have been awarded 2 Roleplay Points! *
[13:46] Valencia says, "Hey, why'd we stop... Keep goooiiing...."
[13:46] Saewyn offers a rather light wave of the hand as they begin to depart, his mind on the matter being to simply provide some proper salutations enroute.

"Nice to meet ya', though I guess I'll figure it out on my own. Can't be too hard to make something nice once I've done enough research."

Maybe he'd take notes along the way too. It'd surely do the cooking world some justice.
(Saewyn)
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[13:47] Surah says, "Hold up."
[13:47] Surah bends down
(Surah)
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[13:47] Surah says, "Shoe came untied..."
[13:47] Valencia idly hums. "... Don't do that."
(Valencia)
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[13:47] Valencia says, "I get enough headaches as it is..."
[13:48] Renly asks, ".. Do what?"
[13:48] Valencia says, "Huh? Oh, nothing."
[13:48] Valencia says, "I meant to say..."
[13:48] Valencia says, "That he should probably keep his laces tied, or he'll trip."
[13:49] Saewyn says, "Lessons learned."
[13:50] Rhyze starts to hold his head it seems he is fighting with something, something deep within, just then a spark of white mist seemed to bubble up from his form, as his eyes began to dilute purple.

"I...I - Cant"

Rhyze would lunge and swing towards Renly with his left arm, the force of the blow would send a force of wind down the paved path smashing into trees that were nearby.

Just then it seemed like an other worldly voice seemed to mirror his own as he spoke, slowly taking over.

"YOU... WHAT DID YOU DO!?"

The question was aimed at Renley before Rhyze would lunge in to attack him
(Rhyze)
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[13:54] As his eyes dilute purple.. and the shade around him grows white, something is clearly up, as he stares at Rhyze.

"Is everything alright, buddy--.."

When he comes to lunge, and swing, the half-elf leaps back with immense speed, though it's certainly more flourishing than one would imagine.

Such was the style of a Dancer..

"...Listen, I don't know what the Hel is going on but I really don't need this right now..."

He draws his bow, two fingers coming to the bowstring as he pulled back; between the handle itself, and where his hand held the string, an arrow of crystal forms.

"You're not the first person to attack me. Give up. now."
(Renly)
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[13:56] "Ohhh...?" Interesting - a different pace of scenery that she yearned for. Her pupils dilate minutely as she observes the setting, soundless as ever. A sigh distends her lungs and floats into the cool air under the midnight moon. Would Renly be felled here? Only time could tell.

"Fight him, fight him...! Fight haaard."
(Valencia)
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[13:58] Saewyn has absolutely no idea what's going on! One moment, they were taking a trip to Osrona. The next? This man seemed to be abruptly attacking one of them!

A quiet breath flows beyond pursed lips, and his ever fluid movements leads him right behind Valencia. "He's freaking out! Someone tell him to take a few deep breaths or something."

As if that'd help. For now one could only hope that Renly would be able to defend himself from whatever chaos was taking place. As for his own safety? He felt as long as he was standing at the back of the crowd, surely nothing would happen to him.
(Saewyn)
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[13:58] Getting up after 'Tying His shoes...' Surah would glance up to see Rhyze losing control. What scene this was, it would seem the boy was going to fight this Knife eared Human. Interesting, well, all he could do for now, is watch. Walking up, he would hear Valencia scream out, to fight. How funny, though, Surhah was growing hungry just watching the outburst, perhaps he should intervene? No... not yet, anyways.

"Hm... let's see now..."
(Surah)
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[14:06] The fight is...

Terribly, one-sided. As if they had severely underestimated them, which they probably did. Even so, it seems clear that something was amiss. He draws back the bowstring once, twice. Even so, something in his performance- as both a dancer, and a Greycloak, seem to be amiss. Something is clearly wrong.

Hellebore. He still sees the man, taunting him like a foreboding nightmare in the corner of his eyes. So..

He shuts his eyes. He has to move past it. To overcome Hellebore. Finley told him that the only way to cleanse Hellebore from his mind was to cleanse Hellebore from this land..

And he needed the power to do so. His hand draws back the bowstring, and what comes next is an arrow of light, shining with the power of holy magic is it pulsates around his form, too.

"This is your last chance! Quit now, and it will hurt less."
(Renly)
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[14:08] No words were ushered from Rhyze as he was beaten into the dirt, the damage sustained would mean nothing to him, he clearly had gone out of his mind, he wasn't going to give in, this wasn't Rhyze, it was...something else

Rhyze would form air in his palm and compressed it, small little explosions could be seen reacting in his hand, ready to lunge once more.
(Rhyze)
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[14:11] {Won Dangerous RPB against Rhyze}
[14:11] ** Renly has inflicted an injury upon Rhyze. ("Permanent Injury", "Permanent Injury", "Permanent", "Severity: MODERATE (-10 Vit)") **
[14:14] Valencia says, "Huh..."
[14:15] Valencia says, "Well..."
[14:15] Valencia says, "I guess this was a bad spot to do this, huh..."
[14:15] Valencia says, "Hah."
[14:17] "I absolutely have no idea what's going on!"

It's written within his face, and quite literally written within the chaos of this situation. But being the one to settle upon the sidelines surely means nobody would question him.

"This is about as far away from being a chef as you could get..."
(Saewyn)
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[14:18] After the fight was over with, Rhyze, losing their control over their emotions... Surah would walk up, towards where the two had fought. Though, he would await until Renly was finished before they thought about helping out a dear friend. All they would do, is stand there, arms crossed, observing. Surahs hunger was growing yet again, after all this time... it still went unquenched.
(Surah)
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[14:19] The fight still seems to go the same- as it seemed that Rhyze wouldn't stop in his quest to defeat Renly, the half-breed does not relent, either. Arrows are fired, crystal-- earth, time, and holy as he tries to gauge whether it's some strange, occultic curse given to the man that caused him to lash out.. and he's not sure why.

In his final strike, time magic coils around Rhyze, and ultimately stops his movement- or at least, ensures that he cannot get far for long as Renly fires a brilliant blue arrow of pure Sapphire into his arm; lodging directly into his shoulder, the veins grow blue almost instantly as his circuits are overflown by the Sapphire's power..

The arrow itself dissipates, absorbing further into his circuits so that he'd never be able to use it properly again without some sort of augmentation...

"That's enough for you. You're right .. We can't be friends.."

Even so, he does not lower the bow. Now, he pointed it at Surah.

"Did you have something to do with this?.."
(Renly)
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[14:21] Rhyze would lay there in the dirt, his purple eyes now dissipated showing their natural blue icy hues, the glow in them would grow feint, the veins in his right arm glowing an intense blue.

His left arm rested upon his chest as he looked up towards the night sky, it seems quite a crowd had gathered. What a pathetic state, vengeance must be had, at all costs.
(Rhyze)
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[14:23] Hooper seemed content to stop and watch whatever had transpired end, and whatever was to come. It was out of his jurisdiction.
(Hooper Yaotl)
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[14:25] Surah now would walk up to the defeated Rhyze, scooping them up within his arms... saying out loud.

"Look at what they've done to you, my boy."

Surah would examine Rhyzes arm, frowning a bit...
"It happened again didn't it... you lost sense of who you were, no matter, I will bring you back home safely, my son."

Surah would look over at Renly, the knife eared Human.
"I had nothing to do with this, you are mistaken. This was merely something that was bound to happen at some point, I apologize for any inconvenience my son has brought upon you. If you would like, we could make a deal. What do you say, pointy eared chap? Wish to partake?"
(Surah)
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[14:26] Looking between the defeated teenager and his nephew, The Champion of Esshar would only lift a finger towards Renly and beckons him over. "Report, Greycloak."
(Ro)
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[14:28] Renly gazes over to Surah, and does not seem to respond to him just yet.. Instead, he looked over toward his uncle and nodded.

"These two asked for directions to Osrona, and after the hooded one tried to tie his shoe..

The kid tried to attack me, so I put him down.."

He squints. "Weird timing? were you giving him time to make up his mind, or something?"

His hand is still drawn back on the drawstring, as holy magic, though weak, pulsated around his form.

"Who are you? Remove the hood. Now."
(Renly)
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[14:32] "Well it does seem a little convenient, but uh... Hmn."

At this point, he's glancing over towards Valencia in question of such an odd event. He'd been less experienced when it came to journeying Esshar, so perhaps someone with a bit more exposure than himself would have an answer.

Though first! Came an idea, one that warrants he reaches within his satchel to fumble around for a while. Only to realize that he'd sold his product long before journeying to Mylenoris.

"Woe... I don't have any snacks."

To watch such a dramatic scene without anything to nibble on. This was truly a disaster.
(Saewyn)
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[14:38] It would seem his attempts were in vain, the Knife eared seemed to remain true to their persistent wishes. Never the less, now was not the time to execute, now was the time, to watch, and study the so called Prince of Myllenoris. It would seem the boy was as strong as ever, at heart, and in nobility. Quite... "Fascinating..."

Ro seemed to have some power over the kid, which was good, at least, for the time being. Surah would still be carrying Rhyze in their arms, staring at Renly behind their hood. Behind it, held a slight bit of chaos.

"We were simply asking for directions, because we both had gotten lost. It would seem my Son lost his composure, that was all. And, about my shoes... you see? I have a problem, a problem, with what I wear on my feet. These shoes are quite comfortable you see, but the laces just seem to come undone at the most strangest of times. As for my hood?

It is attached to my head, from a long time ago... when I was just a boy, somebody scorched the surface of my scalp, causing it to melt and intertwine with the roots. I can't take it off, no matter how hard I tug and pull. It is a curse..."

Then Surah would look down some, nodding their head, then? They would look up towards Renly once again. "I jest, no, It is quite comfortable so I do not wish to take it off. You'll most likely have to rip it off yourself, young one. If you were to achieve this feat, then I shall grant you a single request, anything at all..."
(Surah)
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[14:38] Answers evaded the pretty little head that Valencia possessed, even if her astuteness was far beyond that of the simpletons that festered upon Esshar, and to Saewyn's inquiry, she does no more than shrug a shoulder.

Languidly, her hand sifts within her cloak and extricates a moderately crumpled bag of dried fruit snacks for the benefit of the boy adjacent, waved underneath his chin.
(Valencia)
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[14:42] Hooper stretched and looked to his right, lifting a hand to Atlas. He did little else, he already knew everything he needed to know about the situation at hand, simply opting to watch it unfold.
(Hooper Yaotl)
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[14:42] For just a moment, Ro came to collect all the information that was there. Even though it was only a small glimpse of what really happened, the Teraphim could only consider the possibilities of what was happening and assess it properly.

Regardless of the situation, it was clear the Teraphim already came to the conclusion of what was going to happen right then and there. "It seems as though you think that you can play an illusionist for a sucker. I see through a whole bunch of lies and everything under the sun. Firstly, that's not your son, that's a sock puppet that needs to be under a leash."

A single nod went into his nephew's direction as the Champion crosses his arms in the middle of his chest. "Either way, assault is assault, and seeing that this is attempted robbery, the only thing that can happen right now is the following."

Manipulating the shadows, Ro would form them into a physical manifestation of a dainty hand to tap Hooper on the shoulder. This was his moment to shine. "Seeing that this is Osrona territory, it is wise to take them in to serve the sentence of jail. At least the teenager who is a clear danger towards others and himself."
(Ro)
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[14:45] Rhyze would slowly open his eyes, slowly recovering from the fight he would turn his head and look to Ro, his eyes slowly regaining their glow.

"Hm...Interesting"

Rhyze would wince as the pain in his arm was more manageable although still severe.

"What happened?"

Rhyze would grab his head
(Rhyze)
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[14:46] Lovell's curious hues danced about as the wandering ookami stumbles into a rather lively scene. Many faces were present, and none she recognized. For whatever reason, the draw of the crowd had grasp her attention. Something was going on, and in all honesty it was none of her business. However, curiosity knew no bounds, and such she finds herself to the side in observance. Even if she desired to not give attention to such a scene, the masses were blocking the road. If she'd simply walk through, she feel a bit rude.
(Lovell)
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[14:49] Renly, finally, lowers his bow, but certainly not his guard as he stares down Surah and Rhyze as he comes to, though it doesn't seem to change much for them. He still seems...

Bitter? Angry? Perhaps.

"I don't care what happens from here .. I know you did something, and if you do it to anyone again, I won't hesitate."

His finger points toward.. Hooper.

"Do something. Cat."
(Renly)
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[14:50] Amalia Ghede says, "..."
[14:50] Amalia Ghede says, "Hello Jack."
[14:52] Jack Kelsey whispers something.
[14:53] Jack Kelsey whispers something.
[14:56] Amalia just.. Scoots on through.. Nothing to see here. Just a weird deer lady.
(Amalia Ghede)
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[14:56] Saewyn seems gravely occupied with plucking dried fruits from Valencia's hand and popping them into his mouth. He wasn't necessary a fan given that the process makes them a rather tart treat sometimes, but beggars couldn't be choosers.

"You ever sample your own cooking?" He murmurs, teeth stained with a vibrant red as his choice was predominantly fruits of that same color.

Yet that question was likely of little importance given the fact he anticipated Hooper to handle this situation however he saw fit, despite it being a relatively odd experience when considering all the unknown factors.
(Saewyn)
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[14:59] Ro says, "..."
[14:59] Ro tosses Saewyn coin for jerky.
(Ro)
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[15:00] Saewyn cries, he's all out.
(Saewyn)
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[15:00] Ro gives anyway...
(Ro)
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[15:00] Saewyn says, "I'll uh... I'll get back to you on that one, good sir."
[15:01] Hooper let out a small sigh at eyes being pointed at him outside of the city's walls. It wasn't that he didn't want to do his job, he was always certain that the officials had always told him to settle any scuffles beyond what was lawful 'outside the city'. At least this had actually been assault.

"Alright, Surah. I gave you a list of the laws when you were passing through town.. You could have passed them along to your 'son'. Given that the boy Renly here is unsatisfied with making the stricken hand look like it's damaged beyond repair, and since it's the first time he's been noted to break this law.." He pushed himself off the tree, a few chunks of bark cracking with his frustration asserting a force against it.

"The fine is two thousand coin and a fifth of a year inc, or one year in jail time. Given that the boy looks only a little older than the Grey Cloak, no additional age modifications will be in place. If he submits himself to his punishment, it will be four fifths of year or two thousand. Well.. you have a list so you can see the full extent of everything there is to pay and do.." His body vibrates a moment, a singular spurt of growth as his bones expand from a meager five foot five to a six foot four.
(Hooper Yaotl)
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[15:16] Surah would chuckle, oh what a sight to behold, the Blood Magis voice could be heard from a mile away. Though, Surahs first glance, would be towards Ro.

"Oh? You think I'm some sort of simple Illusionist do you? How... interesting. I am much more, dear Champion, much more then you know. And, first off, this is no sock puppet of mine, I will admit, he is no son, but... one that I hold dear. He is family, though, he had some problems that only those with a soul of a helper can guide. Not like yours of course...."

Then Surah would remove their hood, showing their reddish glowing hues, shining as they dance from one person to the next. He would look over to Renly. "Young one... I assure you, Hooper is no mere cat, he is strong, I would know, he tried to kill me once, and I, him."

Then Surah would look at Hooper.
"Give him a warning, that is all that I ask, in exchange, I challenge you to an Honor Duel, Hooper. Our final battle, to see who is truly worthy to live the life that was blessed upon us both. You do this Hooper, then I want all charges lifted from this boy."

Walking up towards Lovell, Surah would let down Rhyze in-front of her.
"You seem nice, look after him will you?"

Then Surah would look towards them all... walking towards the center.
"Let this be known, we do not give, we do not cry, we do not ask for forgiveness, for we are the Shadows in the night. Look for the Imprint of justice, look for the symbol of hope, and seek out those that you wish to purge from this land. We are the Wicked, we are the divine, we are the ones who seek no redemption, only the path that leads us down the Golden Rabbit Hole."

Surah would draw their staff, pointing his staff towards Hooper.
"So... Blood Mage, will you accept? Or will you not honor these wishes of mine?"

A darkened corruption would surround Surahs form, violet Flames circling about him, a killers intent. His eyes flashing a bright crimson.
(Surah)
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[15:17] Ro says, "..."
[15:17] Cassius Gracia says, "..."
[15:17] Ro says, "Hooper."
[15:17] Ro says, "Let me do this."
[15:17] Renly says, "No."
[15:17] Cassius Gracia says, "No. Don't fight his battles."
[15:17] Lovell says, "...."
[15:18] "So be it," he said with a single movement of his hand towards his sunglasses and pushing it down to the side. What was left of such a thing was simple, regulrar glasses that helped him actual see from a far distance. "Just make it quick and snappy."
(Ro)
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[15:19] He draws back the bowstring once more, as he was still certainly ready to fight.

"I will put him down." He declared, as crystal and light merged into one arrow..

He fires it at Surah. If he defeated his son, then surely the father wouldn't be much of an issue either.

It was the light versus the dark; a Teraphim hunting a mage of the night.
(Renly)
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[15:19] Saewyn almost seemed a little confused by what was going on. After all there'd been much that came to mind prior to this moment, but now? The poor teen's mind was absolutely boggled by what had just left his lips.

"Ain't that a little much, even a kid like me can scrounge up two thousan'-" Then, the occultism reveals a little much about this odd particular in being. A taste for the dramatics, and likely a desire to indulge in danger of this nature. Saewyn doesn't entirely understand it, but one could presume that he had at least enough of a grasp to see how this would go.

"Well, actually nevermind. I'll let the adults handle this one."

He's not particularly sure how to feel, but the answer would likely come towards the end of this once their 'fights' had taken its course.
(Saewyn)
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[15:20] Rhyze would sit on the floor his leg raised as he said nothing, he just watched on as his eyes drifted over the sea of people.

"Guess this might be goodbye old man"

Rhyze would smile


"May you find peace in the next life"
(Rhyze)
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[15:20] Lumen Vastra whispers something.
[15:20] Parsley scales Cassius, using him as leverage to observe what was going on here. Her chin plants atop of his head and her arms practically strangle around his neck.

He'll be fine. It was definitely comfortable.
(Parsley)
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[15:21] Slanted eyes draw down to stare at the semi-conscious teen before her. She looks in shock, unsure of why she was picked. However, she wouldn't deny the request to look after the man's son. A light nod is given as she kneels down to have a closer inspection upon the teen.

Casually, she prods his forehead with a finger. "Got a name? You can move right?" She began to question, becoming increasingly curious over how these chain of events fell into place. "What started all of this anyway?"
(Lovell)
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[15:23] Waddling on out of Osrona the half-drowsy Rhoynish eyes... Whatever the Hel was happening here. A show? Beautiful, but a shame he didn't know the whole story. Holding a soft hum he'd look down the line and spy Ro. With a click of his tongue he'd call on over.

"Ro. When you've got a minute I need to talk to you for a bit." An idle request before, hopefully, an oncoming show.
(Bay)
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[15:23] There was a small pause as Cassius actually blinked before turning towards Ro ever so slightly. "Did...did you call someone a sock-puppet?" He paused briefly before feeling someone scaling him.

Wincing ever so slightly before someone practically put him in a death grip only to glance a bit upwards to see...another cousin of his! A slight sigh followed short as he simply became a vantage point.

But if anyone tried to interupt an honor duel well...Lumen would probably have to serve as a vantage point for a bit.
(Cassius Gracia)
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[15:23] "Yes and sure," he said with a single wave towards them.
(Ro)
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[15:25] Parsley is snug like a bug in a rug. She could've used her vines to boost herself up, but that was boring, right? Very much boring, yes.

"You are cute today, Cass-cass." The words mumble out in a distracted way.

...she was downloading the combat data.
(Parsley)
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[15:25] Hooper's demenor had been calm, relaxed, lazy even. But now he was put in the spotlight. Put right in the middle of something that they could have handled themselves and he wouldn't have to go about what was going to come down now.

"You really going to try and throw yourself to death on me, knowing I've grown far stronger than you, Surah?" The small boy's arrow was noted as Hooper went to intercept the arrow first and foremost.

"Do not interfere, Greycloak boy. This would be assault and Interfering with an Arrest" His hand expanded, grew thin and took on the features of a skelton relinquishing semblances of flesh as he tried to stop this child from getting too big for his breeches.

"Surah, You are Aiding and Abetting by trying to subvert the Law. I am a Monster surah, I have no honor, only Duty."
(Hooper Yaotl)
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[15:25] Slap dat arrow.
(Hooper Yaotl)
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[15:27] you suck
(Saewyn)
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[15:29] Kofe whispers something.
[15:30] Miya Sato whispers something.
[15:30] Kofe whispers something.
[15:33] Miya Sato whispers something.
[15:33] Deep down, Ro could only feel a sense of pride in the blood mage. The come up of Hooper will be a proud one.
(Ro)
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[15:33] Cassius Gracia whispers something.
[15:33] Kofe whispers something.
[15:34] Kofe whispers something.
[15:34] Kofe whispers something.
[15:34] Rhyze would sit there...quietly while folding his arms
(Rhyze)
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[15:35] Saewyn says, "Well, I don't think I need to do much guessing to say how this goes."
[15:35] Ro says, "In the midst of battle, you'll never know what may happen."
[15:35] Saewyn asks, "Yeah, but does that apply to this?"
[15:35] Ro says, "Nope. This is a slaughter."
[15:35] Saewyn says, "Thought so."
[15:37] Valencia exclaims, "Wow. Hooper's so cool!"
[15:37] Ro says, "On goodness."
[15:37] Saewyn asks, "Weren't you calling him pooper, once upon a time?"
[15:40] Lovell watched in both surprise and excitement over the clashing of magics. The vibrant lights and the raw intensity of each fighter vying for supremacy caused her hear to skip a beat. It all mixed well together, creating a stunning scene of excitement. She couldn't help but to stare in awe at such a spectacle. It was the splash of color that she needed in life. To her, it looked as though she were enjoying an epic play filled with endless emotion and drive.

A part of her felt disgusting over such excitement. A person was going to die, yet she couldn't pry her eyes away from such a sight. Just as the many onlookers watched with pounding hearts, she too found herself within the mold.
(Lovell)
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[15:41] Hooper held nothing back against Surah, he had given the man a final warning and one final chance when he walked the streets of Osrona. One chance for old time's sakes. The culmination of violence between a warrior descendant of Atl and a being comprised of greed.

The first blow struck by the half Nagual was a mimicry of the victory taken long ago, a sheer forced bone claw striking into the belly of the man before him, pulling back with a flick of his wrist. The bone coated claws of a monstrosity sizzling with acid. The truth of Surah's being made clear for all to see.

"You wish to die, Surah? Then so be it. My one mercy to a mimic who once allowed me to pour forth my depression into violence." His hand twisted as the rest of his body took on the same bone plated figure, he didn't even need to modify his size further to endure the blows provided by his long running rival. "I will end your suffering."

It would have been all fine and dandy. All of it could have been avoided. But no, Violence within his nagual blood called with purpose too loud for him to ignore.

Cleanse the Taint. Leave no Trace. Take victory.
(Hooper Yaotl)
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[15:46] No words would be given, nothing they could say to Hooper could bring the memories that the two once shared back. Only death awaited, and the Mimic, who has carried out their life in solitude, pain, hatred, would finally get to see just what the darkness had in store for them. Though, they weren't going to go out without claiming what was rightfully theirs, there will, to voice.

The time was drawing near, their power didn't even come close to Hoopers, no matter how hard they trained, no matter how hard they fought, it was never enough. Though, they would continue... for it wasn't over just yet.

(Surah)
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[15:47] Miya Sato whispers something.
[15:52] Kofe whispers something.
[15:54] Miya Sato whispers something.
[16:06] Hooper had steeled himself for something like this to happen eventually. Key word Eventually. The quiet action of Surah showed to him a truth, his rival was ready for it. Ready to be released from the hunger that was his existence, perhaps even hungering for death itself.

The skeletal visage of Hooper flew forward, much like his first strike, smashing through illusions set forth by Surah. Representations of what Surah wanted to get across to the felinae, though as had always been.. Hooper's pain shattered through the illusions, clearing his sight as bones snapped within to strike nerves just before melding themselves together once more.

The occultic energy surged and wracked his body to the point he dissipated into a visceral cloud of blood and bone shards, the damaged material floating around him and acting as a firm buffer to every curse and movement hinderance. By technicality, it was all alive, thousands of cells individually alive and set with it's own burning speck of mana that suffused his body from extensive use of body modifying arts.

Though of everything that Surah, Suraimu, the mimic of Gluttony could throw at him, nothing stopped what was to come. A single slash of the claws raked across surah, grazing it's cyst core and the felinae stopped moving, despite the mimic's continued movement.

The man's body slowly lowered it's shell of bone to his full height, taking on Surah's last barrage of magic in full without defending. There was nothing that Surah could do now to defeat him, sharp hemoglobin cells coated in regenerative bone had slipped their way into it's core.

A brief moment of Hesitation came from the Vigilant as he stared at his rival, taking a slow breath before finally looking to the side, giving the mimic his ear one last time for it's goodbyes. It would get a moment before the singular cell within would cause it's destructive potential, a hemorrhage within the very heart of the mimic. The end of it's tormented existence.
(Hooper Yaotl)
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[16:09] Kofe's hand reaches outwards to Parsley, picking her up from her vantage point and twisting her around to face him. Not allowing her to watch the death occuring was rather important in that very moment.

"Hey, Parsley. Have you ever seen desert flowers?"

Distractions.
(Kofe)
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[16:10] Are those dark creatures who lived in forest sentient? Hm... That feels quite strange for Jack.
(Jack Kelsey)
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[16:10] Rhyze would close his eyes, he wouldn't allow himself to feel sorrow In this instance, not due to his lack of strength something had to change, and he will make sure it did

"A shame...a splendid life form, gone from this world, Mortals..."
(Rhyze)
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