[12:19:21] He roamed.

Perhaps it was due to the incident with the Qilin in Avalon, or some urge to roam the lands that he did for years before the arrival of the Outlanders. Whatever the exact reason was, Illaron soon found himself in the depths of the swamps, having long since stopped caring about his destination.

With each step he took, the ground beneath him seemed to sink, likely due to the mossy peat that constituted the ground. The winds had begin to flow around him, as the Demon subconsciously manipulated them to his will.

And without a torch to light his way, he wasn't quite sure where he would wind up, nor who he might encounter.
(Illaron)
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[12:23:37] The harsh night, a clear constrast from Solem's religion and white, bright vests. An armor not used to shimmering when surrounded by darkness, sweetly moving with small bodily movement, accompanied by the long, rhythmical dislocation of a beautiful hair.

Calm grasses being destroyed with the constant stomps, the sun follower wandered through the swamp, a casual way of ensuring the safety of his people.

Undoubtedly, the Warchief wasn't prepared for the disturbance. A sight not only obstructed by the darkened mood, but also a lack of natural vision.

Tired. One never really found a decent enemy. Patrolling means true boredom sometimes. Until, in unison to the unstable swords levitating near his back, another movement-- hard to grasp, of course, could be felt.

Leisurely walking towards it, he had to check, unsure of the dangers. It could be nothing, or everything.
(Solem Huitzilopochtli)
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[12:32:09] Step by step, the large Minotaur made his way through the swamps. It was always a bit confusing to travel through them, as the scenery all looked the same. Large vine filled trees, swampy ground, and the sound of mindless Daemons screeching in the distance was a common occurrence in such a place, which given it's proximity to the dreadwoods, wasn't all too surprising.

It wasn't until the silhouette of a man in the distance did Illaron come to a stop. He remained motionless for a moment, his eyes squinting in an attempt to make out the figure. It wasn't until he spotted the two floating swords behind the mans back did the Demon prepare himself.

"Outlander..." His voice echoes throughout the swamps, worming its way into Solems mind. Being this close to the Gehennan settlements, it could only mean one thing.

"Gehennan..." His voice turned from one of neutrality to one of hatred instantly. "How dare you show your face after what you've done." The winds begin to surge around the swamps, as occultism begins to flow from the Minotaurs body. It wouldn't take Solem very long to recognize what stood before him.

"How DARE you!"

Uh oh.
(Illaron)
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[12:37:16] Solem's squinting eyes suddenly twitched, facing the enormous creature in a parallel line. A natural reaction, emotions reached the man's countenance with fluidity, be it curiosity or defensive responses. A demon, near Ezmaran lands-- not branded by Karma.

Truly, the warrior never met Illaron before-- the pioneer reflex, inviting the beast to join his chieftain. Despite never judging those creatures after the incident with Khz'iel, the friendship to the leader immediatly behaved stronger. An act soon to change, once the vile feelings reached the follower.

"What I have done...? Did I do something...?"

Confusion, once again. A benevolent man couldn't hold grudges, but he surely didn't remember the minotaur. However, the uneasy, putrid occultism denounced any intent.

"Maybe I'm not the person you are looking for. But..."

Of course, reasoning with a demon wouldn't work. And that's when the mind worked-- a simple Agarthan raging, and shouting Gehennan. Maybe it was affiliated to other countries.

It can only lead to a single outcome.

The mage's flow of mana still pursued the low, but that precise, penetrating gaze kept watching, waiting.
(Solem Huitzilopochtli)
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[12:42:24] "Murderers. All of you." Illaron retorts, his arms now rising into a fighting position. "Murdered Omephog, placed his head on a plaque as a TROHPY!" The Demons voice only continues to grow more agitated. The winds that had begun to surround them suddenly turned foul, as the occultism that flowed from Illaron's body had merged with them, creating foul mournegale winds.

"You treat my kin as nothing more than pets! Slaughter them when they no longer suit your goals! Murderers, all of you! You will pay for your transgressions, so that Omephog may rest in peace."

And with that, discussion was over.

Illaron lunged forth, his large metal staff held in his hands. Occultic winds suddenly surged forth, and rushed towards Solem, intent on striking him down.

Things certainly took a turn for the worse.
(Illaron)
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[12:47:31] A common procedure for the white-haired one. An extended hand revealed, ondulating the immense robes and aiming the palm to the demon, exuding a different kind of magic-- perhaps unable to be fully understood.

Calmness never faded from the Warchief. The words parting from his lips always reminded the world of the sun values, no matter the intent from his actions, or more.

"Omephog, I see. No, creature, demons are no pets. I don't think you ever heard of Karma, but make sure to talk to him later. Your hatred is justified, with the slug demon's death."

A pause, emanating purple tendrils from the man's lumbar, fixating the golden feature of those luminescent eyes.

"I know talking now will not lead to anything. Let us dance, then."

Solem couldn't be left behind. A fervent impetus, accompanying the gigantic beast to the apex of combat--!!
(Solem Huitzilopochtli)
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[12:48:22] LOOC - Illaron: (R U RDY TO DANCE
[12:48:22] LOOC - Solem Huitzilopochtli: ((leggo boy
[12:48:22] LOOC - Solem Huitzilopochtli: ((is this my death
[12:53:29] {combat} Illaron has been defeated by Solem Huitzilopochtli! They're unable to continue fighting.
[12:53:29] ** Solem Huitzilopochtli has inflicted an injury upon Illaron. ("Permanent Injury", "Permanent Injury", "Permanent", "Severity: MODERATE (-20 Vit)") **
[13:09:42] For a reason, all of Solem's fights are incredibly close. Perhaps fate guiding the sun warrior to fair combats, and pleasing honor. He believed Huitzilopochtli was in charge of war, therefore, granting him the ability to face with dignity conflict means a direct response from the blood sacrifices.

Jets of pressure travelled the swamp, conflicted with darkened, constant winds. Some were redirected, others dodged, but none of the fighters managed to stand quiet and take blows. Every spell, a counterattack. Every gaze, a following stare.

Bicolored liquids corrupted the grasses, no longer resembling a swamp. A bloodbath, be it from magic itself or the life essence from the combatants.

Agile movements, the literal meaning of dance being shown by the warchief, a perfect performance of precision, never once diverging from the stoic face, despite the beautiful and fervent shifts.

Until the last second, when the countless experience warned him. Oh, the true ecstasy of the fight, when two are ready to reach the ground with the next attack. A heart beating fast, blades orbiting the golden structure protecting the man, periodically striking back when able.

Until the opportunity came!

Exhausted, but the whole fight focused on the small timeframe of two seconds. His hand cut the air, sending a wave of blood to the creature's horn, boosted in velocity due to the telekinetic force escaping those harsh, determined palms.

Cling!

Exactly like the sacrifice, a clean cut, the lost part sound when reaching the ground being the announcement, the end of the battle.

"A nice fight, demon. But I will not capture you." - solemn words exiting the follower's lips, exuding values from his religion as always.

"I do not approve of what happened with Omephog. We, from Ezmara, are another deal. You should search for Karma Vindict one day, I believe it is a future worth of seeking. Ezmara has everything you need."
(Solem Huitzilopochtli)
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[13:12:16] LOOC - Illaron: (uno momento
[13:12:16] LOOC - Solem Huitzilopochtli: ((até dois, se quiser
[13:12:16] LOOC - Solem Huitzilopochtli: ((i answered spanish with portuguese and didnt notice kill me
[13:13:07] LOOC - Illaron: (LOL
[13:31:02] LOOC - Illaron: (just to make sure
[13:31:02] LOOC - Illaron: (ur letting me escape?
[13:31:02] LOOC - Solem Huitzilopochtli: ((yes
[13:31:53] LOOC - Illaron: (kk
[13:34:27] Defeat.

The battle between the two enemies was a fierce one. Occultic winds seemed to surge throughout the area, lashing out against Solem with each step the man took. Beneath him, patches of occultism lashed out at his feet, and the Kaor's massive spear constantly reached out, only to be deflected by the mans hovering swords.

Blood magic, wielded at an astonishing degree, constantly struck the Minotaur. Each strike hit true, causing purple blood to pour down from each injury. Illaron's face snarled in pain, his footing losing balance as Solem was gaining the upper hand. It was a fight of the ages, one that the victor could barely be decided upon.

But soon enough, Solem would take hold of an advantage, and strike the Minotaur down.

Before Illaron could react, his horn was severed from his head, causing him to roar in pain. But alas, before he could react, a telekinetic wave crashed against him, sending him sprawling across the swampy ground. It was a magic similar to what Tragedy had used, a power that based itself in the arcane.

"Hrgh..." He mutters, clutching onto his arm. His body was covered with injuries, and he was no longer in any condition to fight. "This-.." He mutters, a small trickle of blood flowing from his mouth. "This is far from over. Omephog, Celaeno, Su'nder. Their deaths... They will not be in vain. I know of your lies, of how you truly treat the Agarthians..."

With the last of his strength, a blinding blast of mournegale winds erupted from his body in a shockwave, throwing dirt and debris into the air. It obstructed Solems vision, if only long enough for the Minotaur to make his escape.

By the time the dust cleared, Illaron was gone, with nothing left behind but a small puddle of purple blood, riddled with potent occultic energies, and the horn the man had severed.

Illaron had lost, and it was a defeat he would not soon forget.
(Illaron)
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[13:42:08] Inert, the lack of vision didn't change what Solem aimed for. After all, the immense benevolence let Illaron escape. Words directed to counter the misrepresentation, maybe unheard by the demon, but the voice didn't cease even with the blinding spell.

"I can't lie, Agarthan. Sun'der asked for death, Celaeno betrayed Karma Omephog was killed by Valmasians. My religion prevents me from omitting the truth."

Once the swamp returned to the golden eyes, the beast disappeared-- something previsible. Nonchalantely crouching, a hand grabbed the Minotaur's horn, to honor the combat.

But exhaustion crashed like an infuriated wraith. Not able to continue the connection, the Warchief decided to merely hide the blades, reaching the whitish robe and granting him the ability to rest, slowly walking back to Ezmara, carefully cleaning the armor.

"Be safe, wherever you are, Demon."
(Solem Huitzilopochtli)