Two Demons Collide

[17:42] Sicks says, "Hello, Purple, Red, Pink."
[17:44] Abbadon asks, "Who the hell are yer'?"
[17:44] Sicks asks, "Me?"
[17:45] Abbadon asks, "No shit. Who else?"
[17:46] Abaddon lifted a finger, pointing at SICKS.
(Abbadon)[17:46] Sicks asks, "You got a stick up your ass or something?"
[17:46] Abbadon asks, "What was that?"
[17:46] Abbadon says, "I ain't hear what you just said."
[17:46] Sicks asks, "Do you.. have a -stick- up your ass?"
[17:47] "No, I don't need y'to. I don't like people touching m'head. Makes m'uncomfortable.

N'I like t'colour too."

She looks over at Sicks as they approach, offering them a slight wave.

"M'Lucia. Who're y'?"

Then to Agathion.

"Let's step over t'the side of t'field. They're about t'have a difference t'settle."
(Lucia V. Fenrir)
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[17:47] Sicks greeting was heard, though Agathion seemingly paid it no mind.

Instead, he noticed that an altercation did seem to be on the horizon and so a nod was given prior to him walking over to the snow.
(Agathion)
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[17:51] Lucia V. Fenrir asks, "M'guessing y'both demons?"
[17:51] Infuriated, the hot-headed teenager moved forward. He gave a good look of the man before him, his pupils fixating their visage on the silhouette that had used derogatory language to insult himself.

Collision!

Suddenly, he would grip both of Sick's shoulders, cocking his head back, thereafter thrusting it forward to cause impact with the opposition's forehead.

"WHO HAS A STICK UP THEIR ASS!?"
(Abbadon)

Abbadon is attempting to pursue! They have scored 2915
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[17:51] Agathion says, "Nah, demons are scary."
[17:52] Agathion says, "I ain't one of 'em."
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[17:53] He took the hit without a flinch. Weary, unamused expressions fixated upon the man.

"Are you.. done?"

With that, a fiery purpleish aura manifested about his figure. Those expressions remained unamused.

"Now, let's see if I can't earn some respect.."
(Sicks)

Sicks flexes, their RPL is 155, their base stats are
(vit, agl, spirit, pow):
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[17:53] Lucia V. Fenrir says, "Ssssure."
[17:54] Agathion asks, "Are you a demon?"
[17:54] Lucia V. Fenrir says, "Nah."
[17:56] Agathion says, "Right, there probably wouldn't be any with pink hair."
[17:57] ...Sicks didn't dodge? No way. He endured his special attack, the red-hot headbutt!? No, he must've been dreaming. To escalate matters even more, it appeared to the audience that Sicks possessed... Occult magic? Things were looking grim, for sure, until...

"Occult magic...? Of this calibre? Cute."

Suddenly, mana amassed around him, unveiling his combat prowess.

"This is fun. I know just exactly what you are! You don't see that aura just anywhere...!""
(Abbadon)

Abbadon flexes, their RPL is 184, their base stats are
(vit, agl, spirit, pow):

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[17:58] Lucia V. Fenrir says, "Nah, could've been."
[17:58] Lucia V. Fenrir asks, "If y'not a demon, what are y'?"
[17:58] Agathion says, "What do you mean...? Im a human of course."
[18:00] Lucia V. Fenrir says, "Think I can be confident they're one. Never seen something like that before."
[18:04] Lucia V. Fenrir asks, "Where're y'from?"
[18:05] Agathion says, "Moonlight Village."
[18:05] Lucia V. Fenrir asks, "Really?"
[18:05] Agathion asks, "Yeah, something wrong with that?"
[18:05] Lucia tilts her head, claws tapping against her cheek. She's grinning very wide.
(Lucia V. Fenrir)
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[18:05] Lucia V. Fenrir says, "It isn't called Moonlight."
[18:06] Agathion says, "Yes it is..."
[18:07] Lucia V. Fenrir says, "It's called Moonfall."
[18:07] Lucia V. Fenrir says, "You'd know that, if y'were fro there."
[18:07] Agathion says, "That's what I said, Moonlight."
[18:07] Lucia V. Fenrir says, "Fall n'Light are different words."
[18:08] Agathion tilts his head, it's clear he's confused.
(Agathion)
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[18:08] Agathion asks, "Duh... I know that, are you okay?"
[18:08] Lucia V. Fenrir says, "Mhm. Just fine."
[18:09] Agathion asks, "Why so interested in where I'm from? Y'wanna come visit?"
[18:09] Lucia V. Fenrir says, "Yeah, but waiting for m'sis t'let me. Said should be soon."

[18:09] Agathion asks, "You on house arrest or somethin'?"
[18:10] Lucia V. Fenrir says, "Nah. She's worried about m'safety, since I'm still training."
[18:10] Agathion says, "I can keep y'safe."
[18:10] Lucia V. Fenrir says, "So can m'sis."
[18:10] Lucia V. Fenrir says, "And so can I. Prob'ly."
[18:10] Lucia V. Fenrir says, "Will at least put up a fight, until m'trained."
[18:11] Agathion says, "I don't doubt it."
[18:13] Lucia V. Fenrir says, "Good."
[18:19] Holy shit. That was too close for comfort, for sure. The battle begun smoothly, all according to the crimson-teenager's plans, acting on animalistic natures, instinct, as opposed to voluntarily participating in combat. Rightfully so, he let loose on Sicks, for tarnishing his name to that of an ass, and as such, he would uproot his guard with a headbutt, initiating a near-death battle.

The two hailed from similar backgrounds, he could sense it. It was because of this, that he could stand his ground against the Adult, that he could don bestial posture.

To his surprise, he hadn't expected what would appear before him. Although it was evident that it was a Demon, there wasn't much belief in thinking it would transform into the pride of their race, a Kaor.

Taken by storm, Abaddon would drop to his knees, clutching his chest in resentment against the revelation. Why Theria, of all places to unveil their Kaor form? It enraged him to no depths, provoking his volcano to erupt.

And it did. During the final moments of the battle, he drenched the field in Occult magic, withering the poor sands away. Anything that enraged him, anything that dared to inflame him wouldn't be safe, and definitely not Sicks. The youth exploded through, a final spell to end the ravenous battle once and for all.

Victory was his. It tasted sweet, quenching his thirst for battle, though only by a little. Having said that, he would balance his body upright with the staff, firmly gripped in one hand, his legs wobbling in their movement. Blood ran down his arms, though they hungered to slither across his prey.

Edging closer, lessening the distance between the two, he would arrive before Sicks, a Staff flying into the air. There were a myriad of the same thoughts running through his head, all of which had said one slaughterous idea.

"Kill. Kill. Destroy. Eviscerate."

His blood boiled, steam leaving through his skin, although the air was cold. The heat generated was far too strong, overcoming the freezing temperatures.

Fortunately, upon moving closer, he would run out of fuel, falling to his knees, staff rolling to the floor, head tucked into his chest.


(Abbadon)
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[18:26] He could sense from the beginning, this one wasn't a joke. He could feel his strength, his capabilities. Though.. none of that was really of much concern to Sicks.

It was obvious, the man was a baffoon. So quick to antagonize one of his own, or anyone for that matter. The disrespect came as a bit of a surprise. Still, though he could sense he was innately weaker, he'd stand his ground and earn his respect.

At first, he was overtaken, completely. It wasn't much that he was able to do, and nothing elicited rage more than that notion did.

A few licks taken, some dished but effectively deflected. He decided to step it up a notch. With some shouting he found his body rippling, distorting, growing into what was obviously a Kaor demon. He cared little for who would note such, there didn't seem to be anyone around of much note anyway.

At that point, his attacks were more effective but still -- that gravity was hard to move against. So close, yet so far away. He'd been fended off. Eventually reverting to his human form and taking to the ground.

Luckily he had worn the other down enough to keep him from his murderous intents. He simply lied down in rest, panting heavily.

Perhaps he managed to earn that respect, perhaps not.
(Sicks)
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[18:28] It is important to note that she is, once again, around Attar's neck.
(Black Cat)
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[18:31] An impressive display. Crimson hues watched and absorbed every moment of the battle with full attention. Things seemed to be rathe close, but as expected his brother reigned victorious, a feat that caused Agathion to smile.

"Good job taking down that beast, brother. You did well-- just as I expected you would."
(Agathion)
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{RP BATTLE} You have WON round 3!

Abbadon has lost 14 vitality from this battle for three hours.

{RP BATTLE} You have WON the battle!