Aquatic Log 4

[19:51] Honestly?

Kalon hadn't the faintest of clues as to what was going on, save for the fact that there was a prisoner trade going on? No, that had gone poorly, hadn't it?

Honestly, the whole situation is perplexing, but it doesn't matter. Things were quickly getting out of hand, and with it, fighting was sure to break out. Which is exactly what he was hoping for. The bloodlust from his previous fight hadn't waned in the slightest, and in fact?

It had only gotten worst since then.

He needed more. He needed more.

"You..." The ghoul's silver eyes, tainted by the vampiric blood flowing through him rest upon Yamani. "You should retreat."

Without missing a beat, the rifle is slung off of his back, and aimed at the woman.

It was time for him to feed again.

BANG!
(Kalon Ivanovich)
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[19:57] * You have been awarded 1 Roleplay Points! *
[19:57] Yamani' ears slowly wiggle. Reverberations of war and battle has been heard, blasts of magi and explosions would be audibly heard even within the safe walls that she had resided within.

War was brewing, and she was certainly late for the main event. However, as footsteps were drawn, and sounds would grow much larger, she would see the few warriors fighting near the body of harper.

It was her time to act. Shards of Glacial mana would be forged around her, surrounding that of the magi. The warning of retreat was ignored, as her bullet timing sharply increased. Deflecting the mana slug.

"I will not falter to your mere words. I will force my way in if I have too!"

She yelled, swinging her blade when she got close enough.

(Yamani)
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[19:58] Trife says, "Kick his ass Yamani, for me."
[20:01] {Lost Dangerous RPB against Kalon Ivanovich}
[20:01] ** Kalon Ivanovich has inflicted an injury upon Yamani. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[20:15] Now their fighting style was rather familiar to him.

"Ah, how unlucky you are." Poison coated rounds would soar out from his rifle, piecing through the air, and towards the Sirenian. Most of which were glancing blows, but even those glancing blows would serve a purpose. Each one that hit allowed just a bit more of his toxins to invade her bloodstream.

All while he did everything within his power to avoid their sword strikes, and the frigid ice magic at their disposal.

Luckily for him, he was very familiar with fighting someone like Yamani. "My brother wields the same magic as you." Normally he was mostly silent while fighting, but perhaps fighting someone with the same magic affinities as his brother had made him a bit more talkative.

"He is a being far greater than you will ever be." He'd mutter, fighting through the rather obvious pain. "But, even then, he's never even come close to beating me. You? You should have taken the opportunity to flee when I gave it to you."

At long last, his foul toxins had properly circulated through the woman's body, temporarily paralyzing her, which left him with the opportunity to lunge in.

An opportunity he gladly takes.

Razor sharp teeth dig into the woman's arm, tearing out a small chunk of flesh, before he's forced off of the woman. Either by the paralysis wearing off, or soldiers pushing him back. Honestly, he can't really tell, he had fallen completely to his bloodlust.

Trife, and Yamani hadn't sated his hunger.

Only one person could.

"You never stood a chance."

Would be the last thing he says, wiping blood from his lips, before dispersing into a cloud of noxious fumes.
(Kalon Ivanovich)
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[20:26] The young woman would desperately fight against the user. The woman harasser with relentless amounts of poison and time that was siphoned with the decaying abilities. It was a relentless feeling no doubt. However pushing the assaults back was the goal of the siren.

Ice walls would be drawn against the man. Even if her enemy stayed at a distant, she would deter her opponent. Winds of severe icy winds pushing her enemies defences back. Slowly but surely she would maintain the upper hand as a result.

However. The miasma was truly more than effected. Constant shots of Poison, and decay would eat through her attempts at a gale wall. Her lungs Slowly being agitated, forcing her physical functions to slowly stop.. Unfortunately her weakened state would leave her to her opponent.

Slowly her flesh would be torn. A stinging pain would be echoed across her physical system. "Ghhh! You have certainly won the battle.." She stated as trails of green ichor would slowly slip through her body. Slowly she would seep through her arm, attempting to remove the traces of posion from her body.


A leering smile was given. As her blood tainted with the purest of venom would slowly seep atop the meteorite causing it to glow furiously. Once more a Water shark would manifest. "Tapuco. Now!" She stated, knocking the male off of him as she took one more weakened breath.

"But you have certainly lost the war. Regardless of how this outcome came." She stated. Her low giggles from the siren voice as her water spirit would rise above her beckoning her away. "We will have our fight again. And no doubt the tides shall turn."

She stated, fading into the mist.
(Yamani)
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