Archon 14

[18:26] Itzayana whispers something.
[18:38] The march did not cease, but a brief interaction between the two forces happens. Shouting and threats are thrown, and both sides attempt to escalate the conflict even further than they already had. It was amusing to see the forces of Gehenna put up such a large army against a small force.

Priscilla's allies had to rely on tactics more than just sheer strength. If they had to rely on strength... A single soldier would have to kill many in order to make up for the size difference. That was obviously not very likely.

...So Priscilla had to do it for them!

Beating a chuckle out of tainted lungs, the Invidia shook her head. The undead was certain that Ipos' team was going to win no matter what! Her own ego pushed it. She's never lost a dangerous encounter after the gift of vampirism was bestowed on her.

And Priscilla wasn't going to start now. The wind distorted and carried the woman high above the trees, poisons of all kinds shrouding her form and making sure that no savage or tribesman could reach her. If one attempted, they were shot away.

"Demon-! Let us fight side by side."

Ra'Kamel was going to be her ally if winning was on her mind. Especially since two magi were approaching faster and faster. Alone with two powerful magi did not sound like the vampire's cup of tea! Blinking between the group of three gave a sound of discomfort.

"Battle approaches."

As her nails ground flesh within her palm, power seeped through. Cainanite forces pressed against her body. A lockbox. A pressurized form.

A titan.

"And battle will end quickly."
(Priscilla Invidia)
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[18:41] The creature from the void slayed many men. The Hostile clutches of war was nothing like the battles it had faced in the forest while hunting or when burning villages to bare ash. This was a battle fought of Equally powerful magi equally impressive foes. Yet with their forces out matched by such an unfathomable scale it was up to those few Demons and Vampires who stood at the higher stages of the food chain to turn their scales in the favor of Obsidia.

There can be no Quarter, No half measures. Death or Death. That was war. As the Kaor casted a shadow of malevolence that rotted the land and filled it with vile corruption it rendered those who opposed it ill their bodies rotting and contorting into grotesques figures due to the sheer repulsion of is power.

Those who were able to withstand the initial bursts of Demonic magics were met with numerous assaults from the lesser demons that surrounded the great Demon. In droves they slaughtered all who came its way.

Ra'Kamel stood with an imposed stature. Casting its spells invoking prophetic destruction upon every life within its wake. To say the demon had no opposition was incorrect and hasted. Until it felt magic that coagulated the very occultic blood that runs so deep into the veins of its soul.

As it stood opposed by one of the Angels a sword stuck upon its back. As they demon took notice it immediately went on the offensive. Such a creature was an front to all of Demon kind. It would be its sole duty to destroy it. Or at the very least engage it in battle.

As the demon gave chase to the Angel hurling horrid Demonic spells at its Arsenal the creature would give a quick look to its direction to see a creature as large as itself. The Titan Bezerker, The Vampiris who laid low man. With out any notice it seemed they would be dueling the two opponents they opposed as one now. The demon spoke no words but it looked to the woman in pure amnesty.

The Demonic aura fused togetherand as Ra'Kamel moved towards its foe. Its hatred gave birth to the putrid chaotic power that slept deep within the voidling.
(Ra'Kamel)
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[18:44] Wings upon such a child would find themselves soon stretched outwards as war and conflict all around had been witnessed for the first time. How so many had seemed willing to fight against those which stood before them, willing to spill blood as all the young Elisheva could offer was a silent stare amidst such conflict.

Idle winds having soon swept throughout these lands, knocking weapons away from the hands of enemies while keeping Gehennans at bay. Allowing for a moment to flee, if such attackers would realize their own folly.

Then, enemies far beyond lowly soldiers had appeared.

"Calm yourselves." His voice spoken as a swing had been made in his direction by this demon. Body having retreated back as hands would push from beneath his cloak, those winds of gentle and soothing touch shifting attention now. Furrowed brows simply staring as enemies would only continue to converge on this single most point.

"I understand there is no use reasoning in the midst of conflict. However, I would like you look around as you strike. See this carnage of which you bring and realize, there is another way."

Those words spoken in a low hum, golden blades soon beginning to form and shift around the body of this young Demi-Angel. One, unfamiliar face coming to stand by his side as they faced off against such enemies.

"… Thank you, Gehennan. Let us knock these accursed creatures down, there is no need for more bloodshed."
(Sera Elisheva)
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[18:47] Thus the forces clash - Two sides, one substantially larger than the other. That, however, means little when against a Demon and legion of Vampires. Stepping forth the Cruxati Chieftain finds himself standing besides one of the children of the angels.

Before them? A giant and a Kaor. Drawing in a slow breath, the man-fueled Chieftain casts what is assumed to be a glance to the youth at his side. Wearing a content smile, he merely states calmly. "An honor to have another stand by me - Spirits know it's not every year you see a divine blooded."

A quiet chuckle passes the now cyan-haired Gehennan by at the Angel's attempt at diplomacy. It was a worth attempt for many, but in these times? When greed and gluttony drove others oh so wildly? It mattered little - At least in this eyes.

"I'd have it no other way, young one. May they fall before us - Unconcious or dead!" A wild grin adorns Tototl's face, a heavy surge of mana radiating from his form.
(Tototl)
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[18:47] Sera Elisheva whispers something.
[18:48] Sera Elisheva whispers something.
[18:48] Tototl whispers something.
[18:48] Sera Elisheva whispers something.
[18:48] Tototl whispers something.
[18:48] Sera Elisheva whispers something.
[18:49] Tototl whispers something.
[18:50] Tototl whispers something.
[18:50] Sera Elisheva whispers something.
[18:50] Tototl whispers something.
[18:50] Sera Elisheva whispers something.
[19:10] A showdown between a teen and a warrior. Was that the one that Priscilla heard about? The demi-angels? Was that what Aspen mentioned? Surely it had to be-- the Invidia always heard stories about angels, and their power. The devastating, world-bending, amazing power that they held.

If Sera was an Angel, couldn't he take the vampire down with ease? Possibly. With wings such as those, it only made sense that he was a demi-angel. He held power descending from Angels.

And it angered her.

What did he do to deserve such power? What did he do to be capable of his gifts? Eyes ablaze, she thrust her sword forward at him firstly. The Elisheva was the first who roused her anger. Tototl would be dealt with once Sera was defeated.Using her vampiric blessings, Priscilla blew a flurry of attacks his way, chipping away at that frame of his and knocking him back without a single delay-- without a single stop.

At first it seemed as if there was no end to her blows. Only a second after is a potion released and downed. One that shined in a red, crimson liquid. A potion which turned the vampiric bloodlust that Priscilla held into something much greater.

To the level of a fledgling. No-, even further than that.

The rage potion is discarded, but not before a few attacks reach her. Priscilla chose to hide behind the demon first of all, and that reduced the chances of injury from her. But with a potion of that nature within her system? It was impossible to not go berserk.

The scent of blood.

The taste of it on her blade.

Prey that was displayed, easily grabbed, especially with her titan form.

Breaking out into a spitting mess, the Invidia attacked without mercy even as hits went her way. The first to be downed was the demi-angel which roused her anger, which roused her use of the potion to gain an advantage. The feral hissed at his display of light and angelic power.

Only to watch her ally get downed. It was a trade-off. Sera for Ra. That left two combatants already weak from engaging a previous opponent together. And they'd clash.

The titan versus a magi which had achieved mastery over his field.

The Invidia's sword morphed and transfigured the air, distorting it just as much as her teleportation technique had. It trickled darker energies and acted upon them. Her anger only caused the distortions to come quicker. At a much faster pace. With Priscilla's anger, speed, and Ra'Kamel's aid, their occultism.. The demon and vampire emerge victorious.

Tototl and Sera were defeated, but Priscilla's mercy was worn thin.

Anger only pushed her now.

Pushed her to fight to the death. Though... In her state, it'd be quite easy to escape. To be an efficient predator is to control one's anger.

The rage potion did not allow that.
(Priscilla Invidia)
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[19:10] The demon was one of pure brutality, As they saw the Vampire consume their potion the demon smirked with a devlish smile following the lead. Dropping the glass vile within its gullet the demon felt all of its power rise within it as its Demonic Aura grew from a small flame into a bursting wild fire.

Dark magic began to swell and the Occultism that slept in the dread woods because the Demon's to control. A master of the Dark had been born and no Divine being was enough to halt their victory on Gehenna. It moved quickly towards the Angel there was no doubt in its mind that it was the most deadly of their foes. Ra'Kamel gathered occultism to into spheres and condensed them with gravity magic, and began shooting explosive projectiles of Demonic magic towards the boy like bullets.

The try as the angel may to avoid its blast it was only a diversion. The true magic was allowing the boy to get close enough As the Angel and the Savage both aimed their blades to take the Kaor out first the battle prepared demon was prepared. Sending shockwaves of distorted gravity towards them to slow their movements Then compressing the air around them to crush their bodies like a an insects they were. " Was this all the mighty angels had to offer? PATHETIC WASTES " With the might of the occultic creatures power the angel was thrust into the ground. What followed was an orb filled with chaotic Demonic magic.

First staying relatively small the sphere quickly evolved growing in size and inflicting the area with a catastrophic level of gravity magic breaking apart the earth and in every way damaging the surrounding life of the soldiers that aimed to flee the battle of immense beings. As the demon continued to focus its attacks on the Angel the throwing overwhelming volumes of occultic magic at the Angel to weaken it.

However as it was occupied the Demon was the focus of the attacks of the Gehennan. Its blade clad in pure mana striking against the demons metallic skin sending occultic sparks towards the man. With one quick shove the demon blasted the back also repelling itself backwards a bit knocking it off its course. Losing sight of the Angel in fury it continued to search for it. Leaving the Gehennan to the Vampiris.

Her speed was un matched quickly phasing in and out to compliment the demons own explosive fire power. They made a deadly team if Ra'Kamel hadn't been enraged by the potion and the bloodlust to kill its enemies it perhaps would have spoken more to them.
(Ra'Kamel)
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[19:20] Rage had burned in each of these foes as blades and blows would be exchanged against such a child that refused to draw his weapon. Winds readjusting those blows even as they still came to cleave through the flesh of such a young child. In such crimson eyes he could see that hatred, that anger which resonated inside of so many.

Such a sight was saddening to witness, even as blades would be conjured his own frailty would be his undoing. Knocked to the side in such a moment with tension swelling throughout the entirety of such a young Demi-Angels body.

In one such moment, a sudden expansion of divine light would soon begin to swell throughout this battlefield. The wings of those who proclaimed themselves the architects of this world soon beginning to manifest. Warmth having met the embrace of this conflict, even as blood had fell from that frail figure the child continued to stand strong.

"... I will not allow you to harm a man who had risked himself to fight alongside me. Even as I fail him now, know your victory is one gained through this corruption you bring." Those words spoken as wings would expand in distance. Fully extended outwards as they slammed against the open air, his own blood staining such pristine white feathers.

"I pity the both of you."

Those words followed by a final gust of golden winds soon slamming throughout this battlefield. Victory far from attainable as such wings had continued to keep him aloft, not allowing for a moment of pause as a glance had shifted towards Tototl now.

"We're both... Far too drained to keep going. Thank you for your help, however..."

Pause, followed by a sharp dash backwards.

"We should run."
(Sera Elisheva)
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[19:22] Tototl's heightened state was one he spent years on - Mastery of mana, of such gifts from the Spirits he had been blessed with. The cyan blur dove in and out, slashing and slicing where he could among the Demon and Vampiris. It was a clash of three swordsmen and a Kaor with mastery over the control of gravity. While he could not defend the youth, he could do his best.

Spirits if that was nigh impossible, however.

With what mana-fueled movements he could manage, he'd attempt to hold his own against the giant Vampiris. Giants were something barely common to the man, but he knew quite well of what power they held. It was, by all matters of the word, futile to continue. Cruxati's Chieftain could barely hold his own against the Vampiris, and perhaps that was mainly due to the fight in itself.

Weakened, covered in cuts and gasping for air he casts what is assumed to be a glance towards where the child of the angels floats. With grit teeth, he merely nods in agreeance. Raw mana forces the Chieftain backwards, propelling himself through the forests of the Tribes' claim.
(Tototl)
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