[20:12] Agnimazud decides to take a moment of respite within the abandoned church he encountered many moons ago. A year had to have passed at this point, since he last visited this place. He'd been doing a fair amount of resource gathering from the land and the monsters that wandered it. It was time to practice his artificing again--he'd neglected it a while to develop his Occult powers. Speaking of...

The voices of infernal creatures not of the Drakanite's realm were in full force, as they were every day of his life since he fully awakened to the magic. Now was a good a time as ever to just take a moment to sit and gather himself, and fight off the ruinous, mindlessly malevolent temptations of their ilk. The black knight sits himself down upon one of the benches, elbows resting on his knees and fingers interlacing beneath his chin, back hunched.

"...You'd all be better off giving up and focusing your efforts on a new target. My body will house my will, and mine alone." he mutters aloud.

It was not necessary, in regards to communicating with the treacherous daemons that tormented him. However, he felt that when verbalized, the words empowered him far more than they would otherwise. Agnimazud keeps his eyes closed shut under his helm, beginning to take deep breaths. Each inhale, the air in his lungs is savored for several seconds before being released through his mouth.
(Agnimazud Ishwaratu)

[20:12] {Item} You drop Runic Scroll.
[20:13] {Item} You picked up Runic Scroll - Agility (Normal). Dropped by Agnimazud Ishwaratu. .
[20:13] {Item} You drop Buster Blade.
[20:13] {Item} You picked up Buster Blade. Dropped by Agnimazud Ishwaratu. .
[20:14] Agnimazud Ishwaratu asks, "Oh?"
[20:14] Agnimazud Ishwaratu says, "Surprising another would come to a place such as this."
[20:14] Remei says, ".. Sh-shouldn't be. Thith ith my home."
[20:14] Remei says, "You're dangerouthly clothe to where the thteeple collapthed."
[20:15] Agnimazud Ishwaratu says, "I can hardly understand you."
[20:15] Remei says, "Thankth I'm t-trying to get uthed to the lithp too."
[20:15] Remei says, ".. Hmph."
[20:15] Agnimazud Ishwaratu asks, "...Why do you have it?"
[20:15] Remei asks, ".. Sharp teeth in the w-way of.. h-how I normally thpoke?"
[20:15] Agnimazud Ishwaratu says, "...Right."
[20:15] Remei says, "That'th beyond the point."
[20:15] Remei says, "Why're you here."
[20:15] Agnimazud Ishwaratu says, "I come here from time to time."
[20:16] Agnimazud Ishwaratu says, "It's a peaceful meditation spot."
[20:16] Remei says, "That'th not a valid anthwer."
[20:16] Remei says, "People aren't thuppothed to enter the broken ch-chapel."
[20:16] Agnimazud Ishwaratu says, "Given it has no door, I'm surprised you expect them not to."
[20:17] {Item} You drop Copper Amulet.
[20:17] Remei says, "I ekthpect people to lithten when I tell them n-not to come in here."
[20:17] {Item} You picked up Copper Amulet. Dropped by Agnimazud Ishwaratu. .
[20:17] Remei says, "Usually people d-do, and they don't come back."
[20:18] Remei says, "It'th a thafety hathard."
[20:18] Agnimazud Ishwaratu says, "Given I've been in and out of here quite a few times, I doubt that."
[20:19] Remei says, "Doethn't change the fact it'th a thafety hathard.. Jutht meanth you've been lucky."
[20:19] Agnimazud Ishwaratu says, "I'm sure."
[20:20] Remei says, "Altho meanth that I have to be more vigilant. Get out of my h-houthe."
[20:20] Agnimazud Ishwaratu says, "This is not your 'house', this is a public building."
[20:21] Remei says, "No. It'th not. Thith ith my houthe. I have lived here all of m-my life, and I will live here u-until I kick the bucket."
[20:21] Remei says, "Public buildingth are in town. Thith ith mine."
[20:21] Agnimazud Ishwaratu says, "Perhaps if you ask nicely, I'll leave."
[20:21] Remei says, "You're the one trethpathing in my houthehold."
[20:21] Agnimazud Ishwaratu says, "Oh well. The sentiment remains."
[20:22] Remei asks, ".. Hmph.. Are you the one that dug up the g-graveth?"
[20:22] Agnimazud Ishwaratu says, "No. I only come here to meditate."
[20:22] Remei says, "Great. Find a-another plathe to meditate.. -Pleathe- get out of my houthe."
[20:23] Agnimazud Ishwaratu says, "I quite like it here. I will continue to use it as I please."
[20:24] Remei asks, "..No?"
[20:24] Agnimazud Ishwaratu says, "You do not have a choice in the matter."
[20:24] Remei says, "Thith ith my houthe, I get to thay who can c-come inthide. You're n-not welcome here."
[20:25] Agnimazud Ishwaratu says, "You are welcome to try and remove me."
[20:25] Agnimazud Ishwaratu says, "Because my meditation was interrupted, they're screaming at me to rip you to shreds."
[20:25] Remei says, "- Jutht thtop with the being a nuithanthe and-- and.."
[20:26] Agnimazud Ishwaratu says, "I would rather not harm you that brutally. But were you to try and fight me as I am, it is unlikely I'd be able to hold back."
[20:27] Agnimazud Ishwaratu says, "The downsides of interrupted meditation."
[20:27] Remei says, "That'th unfortunate. Whatever 'voitheth' you've got to appeathe by loitering in my houthe- They don't matter."
[20:27] Remei says, "What matterth ith you leaving, and not coming back."
[20:27] Agnimazud Ishwaratu says, "Yes, it is unfortunate."
[20:28] Remei says, "Get out of my houthe."
[20:28] Agnimazud Ishwaratu says, "Demons are such cruel creatures."
[20:33] Agnimazud takes a step forward, reaching over his shoulder and pulling a massive greatsword out from behind his cloak, holding it to the side with his left hand. "So very, very cruel..." the Drakanite mutters, lime green pupils shining enough to illuminate the previously pitch-black eye sockets of his skull helm.

An auburn aura of magic collects around the older teen, and with its presence comes an extremely unsettling feeling--along with the epitome of malice. The desire to rip, tear, maim, and any and everything in between is palpable once the Occult mana fully floods Agni's form. He stabs the unwieldy blade into the floor board, hunching over and drawing his right hand out, which was hidden behind a claw-shaped gauntlet.

"I did not particularly want to do this... but sometimes, the temptation is too great. The desire for destruction... without need of cause or reason..."
(Agnimazud Ishwaratu)

[20:48] The desire for destruction, without need of cause-

So the Saturday morning picture book villain then? The young gravedigger slid a bare foot back against the slowly rotting floorboards of the broken chapel. No splinters yet, though there were a few tracks behind the fellow- Of dust and dirt which fell from their body every other step they took.

Like a thorny whip their tail lashed behind them. The shovel they held over one shoulder was put forth- Then, for a moment, the kid stared down at it. How much use could such an object be indoors?

Up again, those gunmetal hues focused in on the blade he drew. The jagged clawed gauntlet which mimicked their own real draconic claws. Obsidian talons dug into the handle of their shovel for a moment more, then with a clatter that weaponry was cast aside.

They'd need something a little better at channeling magic for this. Gauging by the horrendous stench of corruption on the air, theywere in for more than a bit of a tussle.

"You thound like a right burden on thothiety, with all your whingeing on about breaking thtuff for no good reathon. I wont repeat mythelf again." They cocked their head to one side, their mask of raven feather and bone hiding whatever expression they held. Their tone was naught but scathing contempt.

One clawed hand brought forth a rather fancier looking stave. Something likely built to channel starlight- Though how they'd gotten their grubby claws on it the world might never know.

As he prepared, they set a single foot to stamping the floorboards. To sending reverberating shockwaves through the earth below, and calling soil and stone to coat their body where scales and hide did not.

All the while they intoned a quiet verse, not quite singing but following the rhythm of the beat. A poet at work reciting words known by heart.

"Laugh, and the world laughth with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the thad old earth mutht borrow it'th mirth,"

Ruddy bronze wings stretched behind them. Claws held tight to the stave they kept close, the end of such angled toward him like a spearpoint. The very base tapped light against the floorboards, bringing several to crack with the force of the stalagmites which shot up through them.

"But hath trouble enough of it'th own."
(Remei)

[21:07] Agnimazud remains entirely still while the other Drakanite steels themselves for battle. Truthfully, he wasn't currently present. The sheen from his luminescent eyes vanishes, signifying the closing of his eyes.

"...This battle serves no purpose..." the teen mutters quietly. It's very clear that the words are not directed at his would-be opponent, or even himself. The entire time the dark knight is speaking, he supports himself with the massive blade of his weapon firmly entrenched in the wooden boards beneath his greaves. It almost seems as if he'd collapse without its weight and stalwartness. Perhaps there was some truth to this statement.

For Agnimazud, the battle he truly wants to engage in is already happening, but simply within his own mind. Effectively, he was continuing from where he left off before the other dragonkin's interruption--warding off the whispers and whims of infernal menaces born from some place equally as vile as their ilk. He felt as if his own consciousness was encompassed in a thick fog. What was once peaceful was being ravaged through by a maelstrom of malice not of his own origin or design. His own words may as well have been pitiful victims drowned and forgotten in its wake. Still, the teenager's words press on.

"--Just a child--one whom I should be protecting, not..."

What started off uttered from a defiant, steadfast voice quickly degraded into a raspy plead, which eventually gave out without the strength to even complete the beseeching yearned from Agnimazud's vocal chords. With that, it seemed the dark knight's body became active again. The calm before the storm was waning, but with the teenager's will unprevailing. The greatsword was ripped from the wood at the feet of the Occultist's greaves. A step forward is taken, and then without further delay, tensing of Agni's feet quickly accelerates into springing him from his initial position into a launching assault with a metal blade poised toward his opponent's gut.
(Agnimazud Ishwaratu)

[21:42] Quiet words. The tip of their tail twitched as they listened in. And as those words were not directed they felt, oddly enough, like a stranger eavesdropping on someone's conversation with another. An unfortunate feeling at that, yet one which they brushed away without hesitance.

Were they to settle this and make the corrupted drakanite leave, they needed to win. And so their focus ought solely be on that result. So, as he brought that blade upward, they lowered their center of mass.

Ruddy-bronze wings pushed downward. On a leap the young drakanite was brought into the air,- out of the direct path of that blade- pulling a shockwave of earth with them as they went. Stones and mud went flying in all directions, raining down upon their chosen battlefield to make the terrain more difficult.

And upon their impact, tremors rolled outward from where they landed like the ripples upon still water. The broken chapel's old wooden bones creaked with stress..

"Thing, and the hillth will anthwer;"

The gravedigger kept up the verse throughout. Quiet words only just audible over the sound of stone roiling over the wooden floor. A swing of that starlit stave and a wave of mud tumbled forward to meet the older drakanite's next charge.

"Thigh, it ith lotht on the air;"

They danced back and away from another swing, another two. Occult corruption stung across the young drakanite's hide. On the occasion a hit landed home they were seemingly rattled to the core, what earth clung to their skin dropping away in dried and deadened clumps..

"The echoeth bound to a joyful thound,"

Though.. really, it shouldn't. The earth which fell away was quickly replaced, though their confusion was evident. Explosions blasting away their shell of earth? That they understood. The blade or hammer or blast of razor wind cracking it and causing it to crumble? That made sense.

This darkness, they didn't quite understand. How it seemed to drain all light and life from the immediate vicinity in painful, destructive bursts. Remei stumbled backward after a particularly wretched blow, and only just caught themself with their stave.

Gunmetal hues dropped to the earth below.. Twice now they'd fallen into its embrace to evade the brunt of blows sent their way. Like those bodies they buried out in the yard beyond this chapel, they took respite below.

"But shrink from voithing care.."

Now again they brought the earth's embrace to welcome one more. To offer themself respite for but a moment, as the ground cracked open beneath Agnimazud's feet. As mud and soil grasped his ankles and slowed him down.

As they sank beneath the surface, drawing onedeep breath to keep them conscious. For a moment all the trembling went still- eerily silent now, in the wake of such destruction.

Then- Ambush. They reached up from the earth below, sending hooked obsidian claws straight for the other drakanite's throat.
(Remei)

[22:03] Fighting like this was a strange sensation... it didn't feel as if Agnimazud was fighting. It was if he'd been forcibly pulled into the role that he'd long kept his demons relegated to--the observer. All he could do was helplessly wail within his own mind, but there was no stopping the actions of his own body. This vessel had been their utmost desire for so very long, so there was no way it'd be relinquished so easily, especially with Agnimazud's own boasting that they would never override his own will.

He witnessed his body performing actions that he absolutely loathed. It was hard to even look at himself currently, given this was not what he wanted. It was the opposite, in fact.

The small Drakanite's earth magic proved to pack a surprising punch. The essentially possessed teenager finds himself overwhelmed by the battering of blunt force from earthen mounds of rock, mud and other such objects flung his way. Even with the protection of relatively heavy armor, it made the older Drakanite howl out in pain--

But, this was not the same voice that his opponent heard when they initially encountered Agnimazud. Rather, it was not a voice, but a collection of them. A wailing symphony of innumerable voices of different inflections, tones, pitch, and noise level that 'harmonized' into an utterly demonic bellow, befitting of the magic swirling around their vessel.

Still, regardless of just how much abuse the teen's body took from the assault, they withheld however they could while flinging out a mixture of daemonic mana and blitzing, haphazard barrages from the greatsword clutched ever firmly in his left hand. Despite its size, there was never any sign of struggle to cleave, hack and slice, nor did it seem to impact the velocity displayed by spurts of high-speed movement Agnimazud was capable of.

The longer the battle transpired, for the tormented teen, it transitioned from observing himself with disdain, nigh hatred, to suspension of belief and reality. It felt something akin to a nightmare that he could not wake himself from regardless of how direly he wished to. Agnimazud's visage portrayed a very different picture though, with his lips contorted in a manic grin, baring sharp, serpentine teeth. It was faint, but the glow emitted from the boy's lime-green, draconic eyes revealed an utterly depraved gaze within the eye sockets of his helm, complete with bloodshot scleras.

Just before the claws have their chance to connect with their target, the teenager redoubles his efforts, the infernal machinations that have wrestled control of his soul refusing to relent until they were either subdued, or the target of their ire was. A barrage of pitch-black spheres of occultic magic are conjured at the blink of an eye, all of which hurdling every which way directly in front of his immediate airspace. Not only would their impact and subsequent explosion serveas a deadly rebuttal, they'd blow their caster back and create new distance between him and his opponent.

It wasn't something that lasted more than how long it needed to--that is, to avoid possibly fatal injury. The moment he was out of harm's way, the assault continued. Even with the abuse to Agnimazud's body and the pain igniting his nerves, there was no sign of hesitation or fatigue. He was all but berserk under the influence of his demons.
(Agnimazud Ishwaratu)

[22:24] Eustace casts a glance towards those behind him.
(Eustace)

[22:25] Nereida whispers something.
[22:25] Rook whispers something.
[22:26] Nereida whispers something.
[22:26] Rook whispers something.
[22:27] Eustace whispers something.
[22:27] Eustace whispers something.
[22:27] Rook whispers something.
[22:27] Nereida whispers something.
[22:37] {Item} You drop Buster Blade.
[22:37] {Item} You picked up Buster Blade. Dropped by Agnimazud Ishwaratu. .
[22:37] {Item} You drop Buster Blade.
[22:38] {Item} You picked up Buster Blade. Dropped by Agnimazud Ishwaratu. .
[22:46] Something was definitely very wrong. And that statement was likely to earn the gold medal for understatement of the millennia. At least by all that had come to the gravedigger's own ears, and all they knew of so far.

Obsidian claws went straight for the throat. The hooked ends of such nearly touched against skin before a barrage of sinister spheres came bouncing out to blast the younger drakanite backward. Before they could get a wall of stone between themself and the swordsman they struck against hide and the small bits of earth which clung to their hide.

And for a moment they were laid out upon the nearly ruined floor, wings splayed at awkward angles. The pain of landing on them so heavily radiated through the gravedigger's body.

They gasped for breath. Gunmetal grey eyes went wide, the thin slits turned to ovals in the brief moment of fear they held before the blade came swinging down again. And to meet his next strike a pillar of stone was dragged across its path as the kid rolled out of the way.

With a fluid motion they were up on their feet again. Heavy, ruddy-bronze wings slowly lifted again as dust and earth sloughed off their membranes. Their claws tensed over the hold they had upon the far-too-fancy-to-be-theirs staff.

"Rejoithe, and men will theek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe."

Another verse rang out as they shifted backward. As they brought the base of their stave into the ground before them, and set the whole world to trembling beneath their feet.

As they brought the base of their stave upward, several stalagmites burst from the ground beneath. One after the next in quick succession, seeking to force him back and away, to force him into dodging around or simply accepting his fate and being pierced by the stone.

Assuming he chose the latter, he'd find the reasoning soon enough. They'd brought him right up close to themself. With no evident fear of the blade in their style of fighting, they swung the head of the stave around like the point of a spear-

It bounced off the ground, then up again with greater force as the earth pushed it along. Both wood and stone alike collided with the older drakanite, pushing him back and away again. Yet not before he had plenty of time to strike out toward them.

They put their right wing in the way, to catch the blow before he struck too close for comfort up under one arm. Sparks flew where his blade met scales. And blood spilled and splattered out across the floor. Crimson flecks littered their battlefield, muddling what ought be a holy site.

He'd cut to the bone. Through soil and stone and scarlet ichor that pale white showed through. And they stood back, shuddering, when they saw even that last strike hadn't quite been enough.

Shuddering at the sound of a chorus. Several voices in the body of just one, screaming out their rage and pain. Gunmetal hues stared wide and fearful beneath their mask of bone and feather.

As he got up for another strike, they peered toward the earth between their feet. They'd evaded fights like this before by slipping into its embrace for a time. Heck, they'd done that this very fight already- But that didn't give them what they wanted.

They wanted him out of here. Gone. Never again returning to what they called their home. So sharpened teeth bit down hard on the inside of their cheek.

And the taste of iron sparked a new verse. A new rhythm, to which they set their new poem.

"I walk the surface of the earth once more,
a mindless puppet; my strings are torn.
The creaky bones, the bad eyesight,
Yet the chance to turn wrong to right."

As he closed in for the attack they danced 'round to the side. They back-stepped and brought mud and soil to hinder his advance. They curled their injured wing inward, folded at an awkward angle.

When they could back away no more, and he'd gotten near to them once more- Their left wing shot out, and beat backward. Their right arm came upward, claws aimed straight for the older drakanite's shoulder, to incapacitate his sword-arm.

The scales across the surface crackled. Their fingers trembled, mana resonating through their body like the tremors had through the earth beneath.

Jagged furrows dug into Agnimazud's shoulder, down to and nearly past the bone within. Where the joint met, the bones within cracked and broken apart in serrated fragments. Left within the wound itself were ruddy-bronze fragments as well, scales left behind by the young drakanite.

With that they withdrew their bloodied hand. The stave in their other pushed forward to strike him square in the gut, bolstered again by the earth's might behind it.

It was enough, more than enough, to send him through a cracked portion of the window nearb
(Remei)

[22:46] ** Remei has inflicted an injury upon Agnimazud Ishwaratu. ("Broken Bones", "Jagged furrows dug into Agnimazud's shoulder, down to and nearly past the bone within. Where the joint met, the bones within cracked and broken apart in serrated fragments. Left within the wound itself were ruddy-bronze fragments as well, scales left behind by the young drakanite.", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[22:49] Cold, so very cold.

Sickening was such an unfamiliar miasma which hung in the air. Just as the door to this abandoned church had creaked open the battle had been drawn to its conclusion. This figure cloaked in his own sickening aura laying toppled before a drakanite which had struck him down.

"... This is out of my authority. I'm leaving the decision in your hands, Knight Salis." His voice seeming far more stern as gaze narrowed upon all that had transpired. The illegal usage of occultism was one thing The Order could and would need to address progressing forwards.

Sands weaved, bending and moving as Eustace continued to step closer and closer. The hunger burning in his gaze, the pursuit of those who stood against them. The extension had been given to this Order, faltering now would mean only failure for all parties involved.

"... We're going to have to ask you calmly step away from the man now, sir. You've done your part, The Order can take over from here."

One could only hope it would be so easily, with the mangled and beaten body of this occultist...

Struck through that window, Eustace continued to draw closer and closer towards the downed figure.
(Eustace)

[22:52] Erika trailed in after Eustace, eyes peeled and ears straining for anything that seemed off to her. It was only once the door itself opened did she feel the sickening feeling, prompting her to almost vomit right then and there. It had been a feeling she hadn't actually went through since the Gala.

However Eustace's words snapped her out of her reverie, so to speak and her gray eyes narrowed in upon the Drakanite Remei was about to literally toss out the window. Now, she spoke up -

"Please step away from him," She called out. Now she strode forth, with purpose. "We do of course appreciate what you've done, it saves us time in attempting to arrest him. We can take it from here," She said with a small smile. The smile was forced, forced through that feeling that Agnimazud forced her to feel. She waited for Remei's answer - hopefully it would be in agreement!
(Erika cos Salis)

[22:54] Nereida's breathing quickened into pants as a fight went on. She grabbed the only person, Rook's arm and remained closer to him in fear. The farm girl had never seen so much violence outside of Sudbury or the farm. Regardless of how the fight struck fear into her, she didn't want to leave; she'd rather stay and see how this will be resolved.
(Nereida)

[22:58] This turned out to be... The exact opposite of what he was expecting. Going to... What he assumed was an abandoned church was supposed to be... Interesting. Maybe a bit scary here and there. At worst, fears would be realized and the dead would rise.

But two Drakanites fighting inside the church with the order close by wasn't even on the list! One of them was Agni as well. He didn't know them too well... But what was all this?! he got struck down by the other Drakanite?! It even looks like the order wants to take him in.

His instincts made him reach for his sword on his belt, gripping it's hilt tightly while keeping an eye Nereida. She was grabbing his arm now, probably in fear. He wasn't trying to bring her, or anyone else in the way of this kind of danger. "Just stay behind me." he said and wiggled out of her arm, stepping forward. He needed both arms just in case. Now... Some information would be nice.

He Look towards the two in front of him, who was apparently from the order. "Hey, you're knights right? What's happening here? Why're they killin' each other and why're you tryin' to arrest him?" he asked.

Honestly, he just wanted to know how dangerous the situation was right now... Was the other Drakanite also dangerous? Was Agni even dangerous to begin with? Just what the hell was happening here?!
(Rook)

[23:45] Agnimazud found himself... rooting against himself? He was glad that the small Drakanite was as strong as they were, because it meant they'd be able to overcome where he was not. The exchange of steel, mud, stone, and dark magic raged on when the battle picked back up in intensity with the brief respite that came from the possessed teen avoiding his jugular getting ripped into ribbons.

It was close--far too close for comfort. The pace of the Drakanite's heartbeat picked up to match him in the depths of his consciousness, just hoping he was not able to overcome and harm this child. As the battle approached its conclusion, it seemed as if it might have gone either way--but only for just a moment. Agnimazud's arm was caught and restrained by the piercing of claws, digging easily through flesh...

It was like a shock to all of his systems. The agony rippling through him and inciting his nerves to scream at him gave a window of opportunity--one for the teenager to steal back control of his own body and mind. In the moment that he did, with how close the two were, if Remei were to catch a glance inside of the skull helm's eye sockets, they'd see the regression of the Drakanite's lime green eyes back to something more... 'normal'. The streaks of blood arching through his scleras was gone as quickly as it appeared. His gaze was no longer crazed and depraved, nay, the opposite--entirely solemn despite the situation at hand.

He was ashamed. This never happened before. He prided himself on his control over these powers. It was the loudest, most resounding wake up call that he's ever been given in his life. To make matters worse, now that he was back in his right mind, he caught glance of what appeared to be knights that'd found their way onto the battlefield-turned-church. It brought an already bad situation to worse. Infinitely worse.

He had no intentions of surrendering himself to punishment--

Another surge of pain, cutting off any capability of thoughts. A combination of scale and claw were still embedded and continuing to advance through his shoulder, his bone getting shredded down to the very marrow with brutal efficiency. The younger Drakanite severed the bone at his joint into several different pieces, and the shards of bone ripping through his flesh and muscle exacerbated what was already enough tortuous agony that a lesser man would have fainted.

Had he not been so unhealthily familiar with arduous torment and suffering, he would have suffered the same fate. He could not, however, contain the involuntary scream that was shouted from the top of his lungs. This time, it was the teenager's normal, deep, very much mundane voice that stretched vocal chords to strained limits. His mind was racing faster than ever, adrenaline serving as an invaluable boon in this moment. His movements became automatic... his right hand, guarded within his claw-shaped gauntlet, caught the sword that was inevitably released due to his arm's functions being severed from the destruction of his bone.

Serendipitious were his reflexes, as the younger Drakanite's staff followed up with a bludgeoning assault to his stomach that easily launched him off of his feet as if he were a mere ragdoll. He had not the strength to resist as staunchly as he would have in normal circumstances. His body easily caved glass and portions of the church's wall in around him, sundering them to make way for his forced ejection from the forlorn place of prayer.

It took every last iota of willpower he had to keep himself conscious. His teeth clenched against one another, practically grinding small bits off of themselves, his jaw bulging through his visage. Mahogany, scale-covered wings rip forth from his back, ivory horns ripping through the metal of his helmet and a thick, scaly tail escaping from the depths of his cloak.

The wings spread, catching the abundance of air encompassing him while he was hurdling away from the force of Remei's attack. He was able to glide long enough to twirl his body so his chest was facing the ground, allowing him to then pitch the tip of his greatsword into the ground to bring himself to a halt. His feet touched the ground, and that moment of reprieve was enough for him to orient himself. He hardly had the strength to maintain his transformation, so he quickly reverted.

There was enough space given between himself and his would-be capturers that he could make use of his agility to generate enough distance that he'd be lost within the forest and plantlife to the north, able to make a clean escape.
(Agnimazud Ishwaratu)

[23:58] They were already going through the motions. With a laser focus, tunnel vision firmly locked in place on their foe. The one whom invaded their home and despite relatively amicable conversation obstinately refused to leave the premises.

And so they did what any sane individual would do, when a stranger encroached and trespassed upon home-turf. So they didn't even seem to hesitate in their motion as voices called out behind.

So the starry sphere at the head of their stave was jammed firmly against the older drakanite's gut, sending him flying with the strength of the earth behind it. Only then, after the fact, that expensive looking stave's spherical topper turned toward the sound of footsteps and voices.

More guests. They weren't quite in the state to host guests, at the moment. Their right hand curled in close to their chest, blood trickling down their earthen scales and obsidian claws.

Gunmetal grey hues stared out from behind a mask of raven's feathers and black charred bones. Wide open, wild, thin-slitted pupils about as narrow as a needle's width.

Ruddy-bronze wings stretched- only for their right to jerk suddenly, the blood trickling from one of the spines which supported a torn membrane. Yet still their stance was that of a readied fighter. Their center of gravity low to the ground.

The ground beneath their feet continued to tremble, even as they panted with every breath. With the blood that had been rushing through their ears, their complete focus on Agnimuzad, none of their words had reached them.

But the bending of sands, of magic, showed itself as a threat. Thus they were on the defensive, their lithe, jagged tail thrashing the air behind them like a whip.

Through clenched teeth the young drakanite hissed. "G-get back. Get back. O-out of the broken chapel.. Th-thith ith my home. Mine. I w-won't let more p-people dithturb it! B-back out ofh-here."
(Remei)