Naborea 5

[17:58] Naborea exits the cavern having fought a vicious and long fought battle against the Stinnox Queen he'd finally been able to kill the damn beast and retrieve the stinger so he could complete his assignment.

While he didn't quite like doing the bidding of other when it involved coins and the benefit of fighting strong monsters he couldn't deny the benefits were indeed worth it. As he left the cavern he'd notice a large creature standing out by the beach.

Although what was the most obvious about them was how much they illuminated the area with casting a bright light, He marely starred at the Shark man with curiosity unsure if the quest giver had set him up to be robbed or not.
(Naborea)
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[18:06] The young Sharklad leaned against the tree, the palm itself bending against his weight. He was large, muscular and very imposing for a fifteen year old, especially now that he wore the garb of an Enforcer of the Docro family.

He'd watched Naborea wander into the caves and decided to wait, watching the waves crash against the beech as he enjoyed the sunlight.

As he'd heard the youngster make his way out of the cave Tiger grins or perhaps his grin widens. He tilts his head towards Nabora, his shimmering green eyes fall upon the young magi as the Sharklad turns around.

Three guns are visible, two on his belt and one sticking out from inside his coat.

"Stinnox blood doesn't wash off easily."

"But nothin beats the smell of fresh coin does it?"

"Lotta people out there willin to take advantage o' the green for some easy coin."

His grin twinkles.

"Ain't safe t'bealone in a Warzone either."
(Tigerseye Reave)
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[18:15] Naborea squints his eyes, He noticed the weaponry that was branded. Naborea however held no weapons, Being steel plated armor underneath his robes. he seemed to be entirely defenseless and naïve about the warzone, Regardless if it was dangerous he had to put food on his table after all.

"Perhaps, But warzones are where you can make the most coins. Everyone wants someone dead or something retrieved from their fallen comrades." he claimed knowing of how much work was to be done why wouldn't he take advantage of it?

Not mentioning the build of this guy he wasn't someone he could take on easily without being brutalized. And yet his words were more questionable than his appearance was.

"Heh, I don't need to worry about washing out the blood, When I can just replace it, Or take it from someone else." He claimed adjusting the Queen Stinnox tail upon his shoulder the blood still dripping from where he dethatched it.


The young Magi shifted his gaze to his surroundings making sure he wasn't about to be ambushed from behind, Seemingly it had been safe if he wanted to attempt an escape and yet his feet don't bring him to.


He could agree though there were lots of people who wanted someone to be their lackey. However Naborea was of a different sort, "What is it exactly that you want?"
(Naborea)
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[18:24] The young Sharklad grins, tilting his head as he looks upon Naborea. A light chuckle escapes his lips as he definitely agreed with the crystal magi and he turns his shimmering greens to the sky for a moment before they fell back on the youngster.

He flicks a coin into the air, the shimmering gold rang as it spun and shone far more than the usual coin did. He snatches it out of the air and yawns, closing his eyes as his sharklike grin returns.

"I'm Bored. Lookin fer a fight, Don't worry though, is just you and I standin here."

"Ain't boutta let anyone else take my fun from me."

He pushes off of the seat, his hands still in his pockets as he steps closer to Naborea. Towering over the youngster.

"So, you gonna fight me?"

"Or am I gonna have to fight you?"

There is a certain wild look in his eyes, his green Iris seeming much brighter than before. The Young shark smelled of Reed though it was a fresh scent, not the smell of a burnt cone. No he just seemed to have a nice smell to him considering his size and mass as well as overall allure.
(Tigerseye Reave)
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[18:32] Naborea hadn't really considered the boy would challenge him to a fight, Anyone could look at Naborea and dismiss him for being a weakling sometimes it made him believe it about himself as well, and yet here he was being challenged by someone so obviously stronger than him.

He closed his eyes, and within it he heard the sweet whispers of Nyx, Her words growing as his rage had been consciously gripping his mind, Ivory's words began to play in his head like a song that he could never forget. A sweet melody of terror. "Turn the knife that stabs me into a sword to slay my enemies..." he muttered to himself he held no weapon in hand however his resolve had begun to shine through.

How much longer would he hide away? Scared of the world and what it had done to him. He had mastered occultism to become a master of his own destiny. To rewrite what had been written and destroy the foundations of the writers.

"I accept your challenger." Hesaid looking back towards the Sharklad with conviction, Even if it was unfounded or perhaps even delusional he had pride in himself, no longer would he be the burden child who was rejected by Achyon instead he'd strive to be more.

And with that being said he barred his fangs towards the Shark, Even though compared to him he was simply a baby wolf who had yet to sharpen their claws and yet he raised his claw accept his challenge. "There will be many strong foes in my...Line of work...So I suppose I can't just run away from people who threaten me. Show me what you can do then." He claimed, The words not coming from his own mind but instead from something new emerging within him.

Pride.
(Naborea)
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[18:43] Tigers grin widened as he adjusted his cap, it cast enough of a shadow that only the shimmer of his eyes was visible. He looks Naborea up and down, something about this Magi made him like the kid. It was likely that sense of pride, the fact that he looked like someone society had rejected at such a young age.

"Yer right about that, so you better be showing me what you've got. Heh."

Light begins to bend and warp around the Sharklad, the rays of sunshine seemed to dance around his frame almost resembling Aurora Borealis.

Within a split second and extremely surprising speed the sharklad was right infront of Naborea, his grin almost sinister and the wild look in his eyes was clear.

"I don't like bein disappointed."

In that moment he struck, a massive knee booming towards the young occultists chest with the force of a freight train, enough to launch the kid up towards the Desert giving them good space to fight.
(Tigerseye Reave)
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[18:50] Before Naborea could even react he blown up towards the Upper desert thrown back at such great force it felt like an Elephant had stepped on him, He was on his knees when he saw the Shark man appear before him yet again. The young Occultists immediately prepared himself this time.

The Clear crystals that had drifted around him had begun to turn Black, As they drifted around him emanating foul magic and violent curses. He Held no weapon so instead he commanded his magic through his hands alone. Fighting bare handed if it meant survival he would go to any lengths.

With a swift gesture he didn't hesitate to fire back shots of occultism towards the Shark their battle had just started and with the momentum already against him he would do whatever it took to continue forward.

"Heh don't think I'll lose because of a single tap you moron!" He said hurling a force of crystal bullets towards him hoping to knock him off balance and begin their fight propper

(Naborea)
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[18:50] Tigerseye Reave says, "heh, show me what those shiny rocks can do."
[18:55] Tigers eyes widen with a wild flare up to his gaze as he dashes towards Naborea once more. He didn't reach for his guns at all, blasting through the occultic shots with a beam of light from his eyes. The beam cut a swath through the desert as it forced the crystal bearer to move.

Before his opponent could ready up another attack however Tiger found himself standing behind him, chuckling lightly as crystals formed in the air around them.

"I said.. I wanted to see what those rocks could do!"

He'd exclaim, delivering a powerful punch to Naboreas back and reaching into his coat pocket before tossing a strange greenish powder into the air that spread into a massive cloud with Tigers magic. The strange dust had a dizzying effect to it and smelled heavily of Reed.

Tiger Jumps back, folding his arms and watching his new trick take effect.
(Tigerseye Reave)
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[19:09] {Lost Aggressive RPB against Tigerseye Reave}
[19:09] ** Tigerseye Reave has inflicted an injury upon Naborea. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "") **

[19:16] Jagged Crystals were thrown across the desert however they missed their target at each point, The Reave cleaving through desert at light speeds higher than what Naborea could handle.

Naborea mana being charged into the Sharklads eyes quickly forming a Wall of Crystals in hopes of repelling the blast however it shore straight through burning Naborea and breaking him out of the Crystal enclosure. He got back onto his feet if not but for a moment when a direct punch to his back was felt knocking him back to the ground.

All of a sudden his body started to feel heavier, His eyes and vision became blur and his movements sloppy. A sudden drowsiness swarmed over him as if he was under the influence of some narcotic, He felt his head begin to pound and his heart throb in his chest.

His pupils dilated and he began to sweat profusely as if he wasn't already in enough pain...and yet he stood up, His body battered and scarred blood dripping from his back and his chest where the laser had grazed him. He was out of breath and could barely speak and yet his eyes.

Those emerald gems continued to hold conviction, However deep within his unconscious he could hear the voice, The Night mother her words sweet and gentle, Her voice encouraging and sweet, He felt a hand drift upon his shoulder and then another tap against his back where he'd been injured, The pain soon began to dissipate as occultism within him began to go out of control

He was no mutant, He held no true mastery of the occult beyond the simple curiosity of a child and yet when he launched his attacks he did not do so in malice or spite, Not in hatred or in anger but instead with the desire to fell a giant one whom he could usually never challenge.

The Crystals shapped around him, Transforming themselves into an Armor and a blade that coated his body, The blade hovered in the air as Naborea began his second attack, As it lunged straight towards Tiger
(Naborea)
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[19:35] The Massive sharklad moved with intense grace, bobbing and weaving between bursts of magic and jagged crystals. The YOungsters grin widens as he dashes towards Naborea only to be met with a large crystal wall.

Instead of breaking through the wall Tiger chuckles before releasing a beam of light through the wall as it split into a huge rainbow that shot off in various directions. Using that as a distraction Tiger launches himself over the wall, pointing his finger towards Naborea in what looked like a fingergun.

A small red dot would appear on the occultists forehead.

"Heh, got ya."

The wild look in the sharks eyes flashes once more as he switches his aim at the last second, the little red dot hitting one of the crystals around his opponent as it was reflected and bounced around each of the others Naborea called upon.

"Bang!~" a thin stream of light his the singular crystal and exploded into a powerful wave of concentrated energy that would knock Naborea back leaving him temporarily blinded with a wicked sunburn on the left side of his face.

Tiger lands not far from the blast, grinning as he slips his hands in his pockets, adjusting his cap as his grin twinkles.

"Yer good. Lotta potential."

"What's yer name there Crystal bearer?"
(Tigerseye Reave)
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[19:45] Naborea had done his best to ward off attacks against the lasers of light and the fog of mysterious poisonous gases, and even the starlight that continuously exploded near him.

As the Reaves shot the blast of light it flew through the mirror like surfaces of the of the crystals, An unexpected feat he hadn't predicted and before he could repel it he had been snipped right across the face, His eye blinded as he screamed out in pain. "Naggggaaa...h" He flew back writhing in pain as he felt his eye. The vision a cascade of lights so much light it made him sick.

"This is poison..." He truly felt sick now, His body rejecting the poison that had been given to him prior vomiting it out onto the sandy fields he postured himself he could barely get up or move and yet he felt only frustration.

He could barely win against his foe, He was so fast Naborea's eyes could barely hold his image only if it was for a moment before he was blasted by another attack. He reviewed the battle in his mind only to be upset at each consequence ending in his failure.

The surrounding crystals that had grown soon began to shatter, One at a time, he still held his eye as he suffered to stand again barely having anything to support him, His one good eye starred back towards Tiger, Whom seemed to have landed nearby. "...Naborea." He didn't question it,

If at the very least if he had to lose his eye this would have been his own fault for being weak. Although he wasn't too keen on being friends with the man who just blinded him. Yet he figured at the very east his name was enough of a consulation prize as well as his eye.


(Naborea)
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[19:58] Tiger chuckles, nodding lightly as he watched the boy struggle. He had a lot of fun during the fight and was definitely looking forward to the next one. The wild look in his eyes seemed to burn away for a moment, back into the shark like pupils and bright green hues.

He brushed off a few crystals that had embedded themselves into the shoulder of his coat.

"Well Naboo. Y'better be stronger the next time we meet."

He winks, flicking his coin and catching it in the blink of an eye. His grin literally never fades, those sharp teeth meant to rend flesh being put to good use.

"I won't be going so easy on ya next time."

The sharklad adjusts his hat, looking down at his opponent as he looked far more casual now. Friends or not they'd be fighting again at some point, Tiger would make sure of that.

"Name's Tiger, don't you forget it."
(Tigerseye Reave)
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[20:08] "I don't ever forget the names of people Intend to liberate, Nyx will welcome you to her darkness...whether you want it or not. And I will herald you there myself." He claimed, Occultism growing in ferocity, Dark Magic flaring around the area as he spoke a near by Palm tree slowly began to decay, Rotting from the inside out from the magics the boy had possesses.

Despite how weak he was now there was true purpose to his goals. He had lost and yet he felt only the burning frustration of someone who had yet to show their true hand.

Like a Diamond buried deep in the ground, He too would shine as bright as the Reaves and his light magics. A wicked smile grew on his face, As his eye now covered by a crystal lens that could protect it until he could get it seen.

A group of heard of Fire Daemons who had heard the commotion had wandered too close to the event that was taking place. They slowly crowded around the Stinnox tail Naborea had left unattended. However as the young Cultists drew closer they're bodies began to be engulfed by foul curses.

Dreadful magic that ripped through their flesh and slowly began to eat away at their at their bodies. Naborea had lost and yet he had unlocked something all the more unnatural within him. A deeper level of occult that he had not yet harbored before.

A rival that caused him to suffer so much agony brought with it a wound to his pride, The very fragile pride of a loser. He grabbed a hold of the Stinnox tail, For whatever reason he still had enough mind of him not to decay the item he needed to turn in and collect his coin.

He muttered to himself as he strolled through the desert "Tiger...Tiger...Tiger..." He continued, He would never forget his name, Until the day he flayed the fish himself.
(Naborea)
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[20:15] "I've heard it all, m'mother was a priestess O Nyx. Stuffs not my jam so keep yer street preaching to yourself."

He whips out his handcannon, firing at the ground at Naboreas feet a few times, the blasts of his gun were loud and heavy. The fact he held it with a single hand showed his strength, especially considering it didn't recoil at all.

"So Bugger off and come back when you're tougher."

Tiger watches as Naborea wanders off in his rage and as the demons are destroyed in his midst. He was pretty pleased with himself, realising how fun it was to pester others and essentially do or take what he wanted.

Today he took an eye.

"Heh.. Heheh.." He chuckles a few times before eventually turning around and heading back towards the Manor. It wouldn't be long before he faced the youngster once more, a suitable rival considering the gap in strengths between them.
(Tigerseye Reave)
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