[19:00] Versail trudges down deeper into the woods, a rather abrupt wave of the hand dismissing all conversation which precedes its presence.

"It ss- Should know, how fickle humans are Frenerid. It will go ahead and ask itss- Question. Which of you would like to end their pitiful existence upon Esshar? It will send your souls to the cosmos."
(Versail)
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[19:05] Andrew turns his head it seems to be surrounded by a different amount of Demons. Andrew shakes his head while looking at the one that spoke towards the group.

"That's some intro, but I'm not letting that happening so, you're going to have to face me. If you're feeling violent then let's do something back this, yes?"
(Andrew Mercia)
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[19:13] "It iss- glad you are pleased. Let it see if the blood within will rush, when it plucks upon the strings of your soul. Will your screams- of desperation become music to the serpent's ears?"

A single hand is lifted, occult flames flowing from the demon's claws at its twisted energies rushed forward to claim the space surrounding its target.

Alike the arm which rips and tears into its opponent, he sought but to pluck the rose which served as the core of his opposition's being. Such insatiable hunger in the form of its tainted prowess surged into the earth.

If for a moment, Andrew's will had wavered, the destructive, demonic energies at Versail's disposal would feast upon his very spirit.
(Versail)
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[19:17] Lionas Sunsphire whispers something.
[19:17] Lionas Sunsphire whispers something.
[19:17] ** Versail has inflicted an injury upon Andrew Mercia. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[19:29] "You are not him. It iss- a shame, few ever do seem to have its own blood rush." Unfortuantely for Andrew, the serpent had dealt with his magic plenty. The searing touch of cosmic in combination with that of unstable flame only seems to slightly sting and brush over its scaly flesh, its endurance having been far above what many would have anticipated from an ordinary being.

Its Endurance within the moment appeared to have hardly possessed a limit, and all the while occult seeped into the earth, its corrupted touch having nearly consumed the battlefield in its entirety. Its ever insatiable hunger had grown palpable, and its magic only proved to soften its opponent until one could feel its very will manifest, and tug upon the weakened spirit which lied before it.

Such a vicious pull upon the soul did well to leave the body feeling cold, an unmistakable chill settling within their very core as the body failed to respond and corruption took its root. The weight which pressed down upon him had had made it far too easy for Versail to aim another blast of dark energy, the barrage having luckily sent his opponent careening off into the woods injured, though ever alive and able to secure an escape route.
(Versail)
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[19:33] Andrew drew his power from Vrona; however, this Demon alone had spells the man had yet seen. He was overpowered by the Demon and the same injury he's treated on other people was course though his body.
He felt dirty as the corruption spread though his body, but the man attempted to keep his fate intact. He couldn't live forever without knowing what this feeling was, but this wasn't something he enjoying.

The glow around his body flicked as the man fell to a knee; however, he wasn't completely defeated. He coughed a bit of that black gunk from his mouth.
The Oracle's fate was truly begin tested at the moment, but he couldn't let everyone around him down at the moment and even though the pain he needs to keep moving.

He'd take a step back and fall to the ground, looking over towards Celo he knew the boy was in trouble, but at the moment expect hope for the best.

Finally the man stood back up and even though the pain a weak smirked form.

"Heh.. I don't expect anything less from you creatures, b-but with each fight I learn a little more. You've tested my faith, but I ensure you... this isn't the last time you'll see me."

The speech was cut short by another cough; hopefully he got the point across.
(Andrew Mercia)
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