Ascalon V Laemor Second Battle

[20:36] The de-facto head Zanders hadn't really been doing what you might call. Paying attention. If he had perhaps he'd have not strolled out of his house, locking it calmly only to turn around to see a pack of raiders literally in his front lawn.

His singular emerald hue widened in surprise. He'd expected more instances of raids, yet for them to have been striding through Dawn itself? His gaze shifted between those present. Each moment the pulse of his reika quickening. A thrum of emerald amidst his ley-lines an easily seen sign of adrenaline pumping.

His hand was upon the handle of his whip before the first sentences had ended. Not truthfully knowing the gathered southerners, he'd focus his gaze upon Laemor. He spoke slowly, perhaps expecting aid to arrive, yet that hope died as his ears heard nothing but silence. The sentry hadn't sounded the alarm.

"Again and again, such is the design. Endless repetition, blood, and war." That glowing emerald hue darted towards Ahmir, "Choice? At-least you're more courteous than my last guests."

A steady frown settled upon his features. They really had been awfully rude guests. His head tilted slightly to look upon the Mori, well at-least the bench was comfortable for him.

His gaze shifted towards the back, Ashalle? She sounded in charge but he'd only heard vague descriptions of her. There was a moment of curiosity, he'd not thought Dawn capable of attacking anyone for some time now. The Oscuri refocused upon Laemor.

"I'd lie if I said I wasn't excited for another clash with you." If the choice was his? It'd be against the swordsman. Best to clash against another warrior of muscle and bone. At that he'd easily unclip the whip from his belt, letting it's long serrated coils fall upon the dirt next to him. His free hand thrumming with reika, a potent weapon in and of itself.

(Ascalon Zanders)
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[20:40] Clara Ultovex says, "What the -"
[20:41] Eryn Evanstere whispers something.
[20:41] Eryn Evanstere whispers something.
[20:45] Despite the efforts made in attempt to finding a more suitable challenge for himself. He'd lie if he was to say he expected this outcome. "Really?" He questioned, a lick of his lips as he exhaled. "You know, I'd say you're quite brave... See, I am not here to kill everyone in this city."

Words accompanied by the gathering of mana from within, the heat reflecting in the pale visage ripening. A shade of pink before laughter escaped past pressed lips.

"I made a promise however, to burn this place to the ground... It's nothing personal, just an agenda that requires an ending."

Drawing out Masamune from it's sheath, the foxes senses heightened before the lean frame was shrouded within a blazing inferno. Glory be the wings that shred out from his back. Without a shirt, all that could be seen from behind were a patch, ashen from the totality of his magics.

"Either way, Oscuri� We'll make a warrior out of you, Choice or not." A subtle glance exchanged in the hares direction before returning back to the male before him.

A lack of words were left as he charged forward in the midst of the city. Absent of the care for the chaos to ensue following a bout between two warriors within such a confined location.
(Laemor)
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[20:46] Seeing more civilains�. warriors... people... yeah seeing more people show up the man only could stare out still holding his apple and chewing it.

He just sat there and thought " I wonder what the highlight of the others day was." He thought throwing the apple off to the side wondering if he could land it in the well, but unfortunately it missed and slapped against the side of the well.

He then looked over to see if it made it but there was apple everywhere and then he shrugged his shoulders wondering how this will play out.

The bench was a nice one he didn't seem to.... bothered.
(Sia Mori)
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[20:46] Adonis Lowe whispers something.
[20:47] Ethel Calarook whispers something.
[20:49] L. Vos says, "ooooh~"
[20:49] L. Vos says, "Kids these days are so brave, haha."
[20:49] She tapped down on the grass, not floating for once as she came upon the scene Loretta had screeched about. The Ultovex frowned, clearly frustrated that those from Briar Locke opted to attack Dawn directly.

It was bold. She couldn't fault that, but it was also something she couldn't exactly stand for. A single look was given to Artaghh, and Clara face back around, eyes locking upon Ahmir. Ahmir who, years prior, had tried to capture her when she had initially left Dawn against her Father's orders.

Who had bested her.

The woman had a bone to pick with him, and she shook her head,

"You. All of you need to leave, now," She said solemnly, though her gaze never left Ahmir. "Even if I have to see you out myself."
(Clara Ultovex)
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[20:55] Wandering swordsman with a smile as broad as could be. A bit jealous of today's generation, so brave to charge into the eye of an enemy.

Not this man though, he enjoyed breathing.
(L. Vos)
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[20:56] He'd blinked, and now he was at Dawn. Whatever that strange man had done had brought him here out of nowhere, and it seemed that, for whatever reason, the town was going to be attacked. The numbers seemed greatly on the side of aforementioned townspeople, though, so he did what any aspiring author would do.

From his pack he draws out the pen and paper which he is going to use to notate all of the events that transpire here, hopefully getting some inspiration for his book.
(Siegfried)
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[20:56] In silence he listened, a visage of apathy slowly eroding to one of eagerness. Inexperienced perhaps, but that was slowly changing. What better baptism for an Oscuri than one of fire? Again and again?

The blazing inferno of reika erupted from his form, smooth angelic wings forming upon his back. The pulse of the energy funneling through his mana-circuits. The push of impending violence forcing more and more through is frame. Just as before he'd channel as much of the raw weight of Azrael's gift against the Kitsune.

His gaze shifted towards the house in the moment Laemor's own glanced to the hare. The White Gold, today he'd defend not just his city but his home itself. The heat was what brought him back to the threat. Hurtling at him like a blazing inferno. The civilians and bystanders would have to take cover

His frame quaked for a moment as the burst of reika infused his muscles with greater power. With the flap of emerald wingshe'd rush to meat the clashthemselves this time.
(Ascalon Zanders)
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[21:10] * You have been awarded 1 Roleplay Points! *
[21:12] The image born of the phoenix took shape within the fox. "You expect to match me, but you fail to realize something. Oscuri." A voice carried through the vortex of winds that came with every swing of blade. Embers tearing past the mans defense as he took to the chase.

"As hard you cling to what you have... It makes you weak. You have lose something to understand what it means to rise... Only then can you even find yourself beginning to climb the mountain I stand up top." Branding Masamune, he lunged forward to meet the man more directly.

Parrying the strikes when he could and unleashing a flurry of blows behind the wake of what looked like a single strike. Every blow empowered by unique style of wayfinders style and ifrits might.

And as the battle continued, a look of excitement emerged. Unbecoming of a man so humble... "You've heard me say this already, but more! Give me more!" Defining the brutality of his commands as cardinal urges unleashed might capable of crushing a row of boulders with a single strike.

The impact alone shattered the ground as the oscuri took to the defense, pressured by the constant array of blows. "Don't let the people of dawn see you falter!" But did it matter when the oscuri would find themselves exhausted from attempting to keep up with the fox as he toyed around with him.

Striking at a moments notice as he controlled the flow of combat with ease. Grasping victory from a parry, deflecting his overhead strike and striking against his chest with a single palm. The impact alone refined by his strength sent him flying through the house he left, and into the next.

"Anyone, Else!?" A blood curdling cry as he wiped what sweat had built itself from the strain of his magic in tandem of combat.
(Laemor)
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[21:25] The Oscuri had entered the battle with a hint of excitement, though it was only noticeable by the glint in his eye. Maintaining a grim visage throughout the battle, exhaustion came quickly.

It was for the second time he'd clashed against the fox. As before he'd find himself at stretched to the limit. Every pulse of reika forcing him onwards in the battle.

'Give me more!'

It'd been at that moment the Oscuri's energy spiked. Rushign forward to match Kitsune swordsman's flurries with his own. It was evident as the fight drug on that this burst was taking it's toil upon the young man. His muscles screamed as they where pressed against their limits, joints straining to keep up.

As the strain took in Ascalon couldn't help but feel as if they'd break in the attempt to keep going. Every move in the battle against Laemor causing more pain. Every strike wearing him down more and more. Yet, at the moment where his will would have collapsed he'd feel a fresh wave of energy. Though unlike his reika which burned and tore through his form this was different a sensation of calm came with it. Though he couldn't look around for the source it felt familiar. As if he was utilizing the midknight heart, it was a feeling of his father.

Yet, it wasn't enough as the Briar pushed him backwards. Taking the offense with that brutal efficiency. A parry of his whip, and then the feeling of crushing force striking his sternum. Instinctively the Oscuri attempted to leap back with the blow, to mitigate it. Though the attempt was less than successful, as the warrior was hurtled through his ancestral manor.