Yvette - Occult Overload

[21:14] Crimson sights set upon the unfamiliar face who had crossed his path. His gaze narrowed upon her. She looked familiar.. perhaps a passerby in Moonfall.

No words were offered, only curiosity as he turned away to continue about his business.
(Sicks)
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[21:19] Yvette stopped, well this was a bit surprising! She'd stop a few yards away. They'd cross there arms as they looked across the field.

"Hey, are you strong?"

It was a simple question of course that could have a variety of answers. Though, perhaps there was a reason for it being asked. It was clear by the woman's bloodied knuckles that she was a fighter of some kind.
(Yvette Eldergrove)
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[21:20] He returned those gazes over to her. His pouch was filled with regents of various descent, and he was clearly exhausted.. likely from fishing and gardening.

"Not interested."

He snapped in retort. He wasn't looking for a fight at the moment, especially against a human girl. Her scent exposed that much to be true.
(Sicks)
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[21:36] Blinked, not interested? The girl brought a hand to rub against the back of her neck. "Eh, it doesn't matter. You'll do well enough. Try not to take it personally, I just want to see how I do against one of your kind."

As she spoke she'd slide her feet apart, a torrent of occultic winds started to whip about her body. Fists coming up slowly, curling into fists as they did so.

Sienna hues looked across at the man as she measured him up. If he was really just some weakling among the horde he should just back down. If not then she'd found her fight! As she got ready she'd reach out with her occultism, the tendrils of magical siphoning the magic radiating off of the demon.
(Yvette Eldergrove)
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[21:36] * You have been awarded 1 Roleplay Points! *
[21:39] ". . ."

He had no words, clearly this human was insane. Either than or unable to contain the occultic magics she possessed.

His own aura flared into manifestation around his figure. The sands around his feet began to swirl, raising to guard or offend in his surrounding vicinities.

Sienna irises began to transition into a raw shade of crimson. What happened next would be determined.
(Sicks)
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[21:48] Too close.

The battle was annoying.. more than anything. He huffed, teeth gritted. The already exhausted young demon found himself met with more of a challenge than he'd expected.

'Weak..'

The words echoed through his mind.

"What..?"

He spoke softly, who spoke that?

No matter, the words were proving true. HIs muscles tensed, his body slowly but surely began to disfigure. Bones snapped as his figure grew to tower over the woman in his true form.

Smokey breathing escaped gritted fangs. No words offered still, she would suffer for striking him so randomly without reason.

He would prove that he wasn't weak.
(Sicks)
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[21:50] She'd assaulted the demon out of a desire to test herself against the strongest thing she could think of. It just happened to be the demons recently summoned by the Coven.

Should she have really put her need to grow stronger ahead of her self-preservation? No, not really, however, her enemies she'd marked for death kept being killed by demons. Which meant she'd need to know how strong they were.

Into the fray she delved against the white-haired fiend. Occultic winds whirling around her in a tornado like flurry. Lashing out at the sand-devil whenever they got close. Which was a good thing considering there power.

That's when it happened the demon transformed, her sienna hues flashed scarlet for just a moment as the influx of occultism she'd been trying to leech off the demon flushed through her mana circuitry.

Leaping back she'd gain some space, her fists coming together with a clash of metal! "You're a bigone now! Let's see if that makes the ground hurt more once you've fallen!" It was clear she hadn't given up the chance to prove herself.

She'd showcase her strength to herself and to the Dark Lord in the realm beyond. Let the other Apostate's scheme and plot, she would fight upon the front lines.
(Yvette Eldergrove)
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[21:51] ** Sicks has inflicted an injury upon Yvette Eldergrove. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[21:57] Nauseating... All nauseating and reflux inducing. Just when the teen escaped all of the occult choking his soul and mana, he'd come to the entrance only to witness a battle between creation and practitioner - demon against witch.

The miasma that acted as a bog, reducing the life of every living thing as it already forced those who can to escape, acted as a virus on his body.

Even as a citizen, this was abnormal magic. The eerie silhouettes in the shadows mistaken for demons accompanied by whispers... The screams and shouts in the thick of the darkness behind the trees; he's out in the open and clear as the battle raged on... Watching in horror from the twisted manipulation in flesh for the demon to show their true form in the fight.
(Hazel)
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[22:02] The battle was close, too close.

Even in his most pure form she was a true match to be taken seriously. She moved quickly, those high pitched tones effecting him even more greatly considering his nature as a Felbat descendant.

He winced, huffed and occasionally shouted.

In the end, she was only caught off guard. He could see that fire in her eyes that she was near victory.

Close yet still so far.

'Weak..'

Those words echoed once more within his mind. From what.. who?

No time to consider it. With a final moment as she was nearing that anticipated final strike, his own came quickly and unexpectedly. A spike of sand erupted from the ground where she stood, nearly impaling her as she moved forward.

One more step might've seen her dead. Still, he practiced some restraint. Why kill her? Was she worth eating..?

No.

His figure contorted back into it's original presence. He panted heavily, he seemed roughly beaten and even more exhausted than before.

Was he weak for this display..? Perhaps so. It all served to spark a rage deep within. Who was this woman? Why did she attack?

Why was he unable to defeat her more easily, why was something within.. calling him weak?

"Who.. are you?"

He spoke bluntly, plainly. Dull expressions were ever present as they generally were. Even dispite this heavy handed situation.
(Sicks)
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[22:09] Ugh.

The boy watched on as they fought along the path between the forest trees, only for one to stand as the victor. The power of this abomination clearly felt different than that of a witch's. But, he wasn't able to tell thanks to his inexperienced eyes, save for his soul's cry to give an answer.

He'd remained quiet, lips sealed in hopes of not becoming the target on his land, and as respect and fear to the mythical beasts of legend.
(Hazel)
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[22:14] Whirling sands of malice spiked with the infernal blasphemy of the Occult. It was a style of magic she'd never seen before and it was dangerous.

Every where she stood the earth began to contort and twist into sandy traps, trips, and pitfalls. It was all she could do to keep on her toes.

Her breath was coming quick, inhale, exhale, scream! Repeat, it was her rhythm. Her tempo as her body performed the dance of violence. Her wails akin to the Banshee's of old which used to haunt this forest.

She could take him! All she had to do was PUNISH his slowness, flay his skin with her spiked knuckles as she slowed between bursts of power.

The whirling mass of occultism that washed off the demon was almost to much for her senses. She could take him down, she knew it but it would require one last final strike.

Her eyes narrowed, slits of softly glowing scarlet as the occultism flowed through her body. The veins on her face starting to pulse as she gotinto the rhythm of it all.

There it was!

A she launched forwards, her body twisting around pillars and spikes of sand as she got closer. That is until one spike shot forwards! She felt it's sharpened tip as it sliced into her chin, barely was she able to shift her momentum backwards. Sliding into a back-flip as she did so, flipping away from the demon to land nearby.

The flush of occultism having proved to much as she felt her mana circuitry scream and cry. It was as if he'd flooded her body with his essence. Was it on purpose? Had he felt the young brawlers brutish attempts at soul manipulation and punished her for it?

Then she heard his voice, there was a pause as she offered a cocky grin. "I'm the bad bitch who's going to kick your ass when I see you next!" There was no doubt in her voice as it rung out across the space between them!

She truly believed the words she spoked, a hand came up to tap hercrown. "I figured out your secret now Demon. You won't catch me by surprise again."

(Yvette Eldergrove)
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[22:17] He only gazed forward, now clearly unamused. Well, really he seemed unamused the entire time -- now he truly was.

"Hmph.."

He raised a hand to rake through those wavy platinum blonde tresses, readjusting himself as he shifted heel to step away. No words were to be offered to this woman. She was, however, interesting.

What might lead a person to this state? That craving for battle.. one even he didn't yet possess.

The more important question remained.

What was that voice?
(Sicks)
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