Rakael vs Thrazashka

*Rakael is standing just outside the fighting circle, the fancy spot where the fighting takes place "Over here miss. You will need to be inside for the combat. I will send my creature in after you are ready." he smiles to her then lets his gaze sort of drift off as he apears to be working something out and possibly even counting? whatever it is he hasnt desided what spell to use yet

*Thrazashka nods to him as she moves to enter the enchanted circle. Eyeing him with a hint of suspicion, she raises her shield in a defensive stance before nodding to him. "I'm ready."

*Rakael smiles and waits for her to be ready for the fight then closes his eyes. He clasps his hands together and pushes them forward. as he does so the symbol on his forhead glows through the fur and can be quite distnict to her. His claws seam to peirce the very air and disapear into a void till he pulls his hands apart, seaming to rip a tear in reality and... pulls it over himself. His once golden fur is now black as the night and his eyes glowing an eerie and molevolent red... and thats when Rakael steps out of the blackend Doppleganger. This shadow sergal steps forward into the ring bareing the same symbol that Rakael does in the same place... its about the only thing aboute the creature than isnt sinister. Rakael makes a hand guesture and the creature seams to multiply, three more jumping out of its self... Its now four of these hateful looking shadow sergals against the dragon lady. They hiss and bare rather exadurated features showing off larger rather sharp teeth and maws that seam to open wider than they ought to when they go to make growls. Yup... definitly some child's nightmare. "Does the lady want the first move? From here on out Diplomacy and mercy are at an end. My focus will be entirely devoted to making sure they dont maim you permenently."

*Thrazashka watches in surprise as Rakael conjures forth a creature of shadow, feeling herself starting to grow a little uneasy in the being's presence. Her resolve is challenged further when the creature multiplies fourfold, outnumbering her considerably. "Gods... and here I was hoping for a fair fight. But... fairness is quite rare in my battles, so let's see how the strength of numbers fares against me." She declares, looking upon each of the four shadowy sergals before choosing her target. With a war cry, she charges one of them before they get the change to flank her, swinging her mace down upon it hard once she draws close.

*Rakael "Faith is a powerful tool. Dont worry, Fight well and your god should protect you." he starts but as she charges into the group foolishly his expression breaks to a bit of a panic "N-no no nonononwaitwait!" The creatures fan out and flank her regardless, seaming to evade the one she was aiming for and it, instead of standing there and taking the blow like someone normal, seams to contort strangely and duck while steping inside her comfortable striking range, almost slithering up between her arms claws outstretched and maw gape with a rather soul shaking screech. More of a mental assult than a physical one but its in reach to do terrible damage to her while she is caught off ballance

*Thrazashka grunts in frustration as her blow misses. She knew that her charge was a bit reckless though she felt it was her best change of gaining an early upper hand. Before she could recover for a second swing, her ears rang as a fearsome screech echoed in her head. She tried to shrug it off, but found herself powerless to do so her limbs trembled in terror momentarily paralyzing her with fear

*Rakael the shadow sergal's screech having paralized her makes her easy enough to push over onto the ground with a sort of grab and shove. It quickly makes to assume a mount position ontop of her, knees wedged up into her armpits and its weight on her chest. Its smaller and probly lighter but its still full of sharp teeth and claws which it starts flailing at the armored lady meaning to shred armor and scales enough to get at the bleedy bits

*Thrazashka grunts as she is forced to the ground, momentarily helpless as she shadow creature mounts itself on top of her. Fortunately, she is able to snap herself out of her stunned state before the sergal could penetrate her armor. Gritting her teeth, she retaliates with a fierce blast of fire that erupts from her maw, sending a strong gout of flame straight at the beast.

*Rakael the creature lets out a momentary screech of suprise as she spews flames at it, and of course it is engulfed in the flame, full on. Things she has roasted like this have been known to be flash burnt. Pesant humans for sure would be absolutely dead on the spot from the inferno buut she misjudged exactly what she was fighting. the shadow beast has little candle fires burning on the ends of its ears and chin but it otherwise looks like it even kept most of its fur! well except for the reeealy bald spot on the top of its head showing blackish purple flesh. It lets out a KA-KAW of such rage that it would give most birds pride and it starts slashing and biting for the lady once more, all the while the other three are sort of chanting it on.

*Thrazashka looks on in disbeleif as her frontal firey assault did little to damage the creature. She cursed her misfortune as her breath weapon was one of her trump cards in a fight, aside from her magic. She quickly shook her shock aside and gripped her mace tight, swinging it in an arc toward the sergal's temple.

*Rakael she cracks it hard and right aginst the temple.... which ought to have killed most creatures but there is a sort of messy squelch to the blow that is terribly unsettling. The creature is knocked free of her sure but a majority of the wound seams to rapidly seal over but to a point, still the creature is looking a bit worse for the ware and it swaggers to its feet breathing heavily and snarling at the lady. It rushes and leaps at her, feet outstretched meaning to land on her once more and to tear her shield away to open her up for more nasty maulings. claws... teeth... losing the shield will be bad

*Thrazashka tries to get back on her feet quickly after knocking the creature off, but is barely able to do so before the serval pounces upon her again, his ferocity knocking away her shield before starting to maul her again. With her armor being cleaved profoundly, she struggles to strike the weakened creature on the head again with her flanged weapon, hoping her melee attacks are useful against it as she was in no position to cast her spells with it on top of her

*Rakael she hits the creature but this time there is a very loud metalic ring as one would expect striking something solid with the metal weapon. the ring is sharp and the blow looked like it was agrivatingly painful but no clear damage is delt to the creature asside from making it more angrivated. She has battered it off her but gained little upper hand. it hisses and swipes at her strangely, going for joints. Its trying to weaken or hew the straps holding the armor onto her rather than go through her armor.

*Thrazashka cries out as the beast begins to cleave through the more vulnerable parts of her armor, feeling pangs of pain as it's claws penetrate and pierce her scaley body lightly, drawing blood from her as she struggles to fight back. If only she could keep it off of her, she could unleash her spells upon it, spells of light that could penetrate the darkness. But until then, she could only batter at it with her mace in one hand, and her fist in the other.

*Rakael she whacks that one good enough and it screes as it is spun around from the force of the blow. Its jaw is clearly broken as it hangs limp, however the lady forgets that she is being flanked on other sides. Seeing the opertunity and smelling blood in the water the three rush in grabbing and snarling. each gets a good hand full of armor and tugs sensing they could pull the armor free entirely if she didnt batter one or two of them off first

*Thrazashka cries out in alarm as the other three rush her. She was having enough trouble with one, so all four could quickly end the battle. Nonetheless, she does not give up so easily, watching them carefully while thinking in a critical moment, swinging her mace and fist to try and drive off both of them. But it ultimately failed which resulted in her armor being torn from her body, exposing the softer parts within. She tries again, hoping to drive them back long enough to pull off a spell, aiming blows at two of them and kicking at the third if she could

*Rakael there is a subtle change in their demanor as the shadow sergals just chunk bits of the undamaged mithril armor to the side and oogle at the more bare lady chest. An almost child like snicker, pointing and whispering to themselves, well three of them anyway, the forth one is trying to push its jaw back into place so it might atleast bite with some strength later. The three move in for a... diffrent sort of assault, missing and grabbing at the lady's bare flesh giving off an uncomfortably clear message that they plan on touching all up and down her front, possibly even try sabotauging more of her armor. Meanwhile rakael seams to be struggling. His ears have flattned and he has turned his gave trying to take deep breaths. Some strange magic circle in one hand held towards the conflict while he is making guesutures with the free paw and trying to maintain composure and concentration.

*Thrazashka continues to struggle, pausing for a moment when she notices a change in the sergal's demeanour. Catching the lust in their eyes, she looks down at her bare chest, quickly piecing everything together. "Oh no... oh no!" She cries out, trying to fight them off, but it was no use. Their hands went everywhere on her chest, groping and feeling along her C-sized breasts, feeling the lower part of her armor being stripped away as well. She continued to struggle to push them off, trying to get out of there as she had a very good idea of what they were planning.

*Rakael the struggle is real and they all sort of get caught up on eachother and two of them have too much in their claws to really swipe at her as she tries to get away. hardly a scrap of clothing on her that isnt ripped or revealing something she rather not let show. the demons are busy recovering for now, that and are half distracted 'gawking' even now the one that was acctualy injured has got its jaw back in place and well, she gets visual comformation that Death is probly the kindest sort of Loss she can have tonight.

*Thrazashka manages to slip away from the demons as they get tangled up on one another, scrambling to her feet as quickly as she could. She could feel the cool air against her virtually naked body, what little cloth that was left was no where near her naughty bits. She could quickly tell that the demons had no intention of killing her, at least not yet. She decided to capitalize on this opportunity to assault them with some divine magic, her face red as she hears sexy whistles coming from the spectators. Chanting in dragonic, she blasts a powerful ray of light at one of the shadow creatures, hoping that radiant light would penetrate their defenses.

*Rakael the good news is she hits one! the bad news is she hit the one that was already practicly dead as it was anyway so it screes and sort of melts under the holy light. They sort of glance at eachother and start bickering amongst eachother then they seam to use their own magic. on the pile of dust that was the remains of the shadow sergal the seam to breath live back into it and the creatures reassembles though it looks terribly wounded. There are still four of them, and aparently they can bring eachother back. They each pick up a peice of the mithrill armor and wield it like feeble clubs seaming intent to pummel her into a less fighty position

*Thrazashka gives a triumphant grin as she sees one of the creatures finally fall. Her little victory is short lived as the others use their magic to restore the other to life. "Oh come on! They know magic too?!" She cries out in surprise, watching as they pick up her armor pieces and try to bludgeon her into submission. But she would not go down so easily. Deflecting the blows, she starts to fight back with a few punches of her own pushing through them to grab her mace before attacking one that was not harmed yet.

*Rakael that one screes and reels back as she hammers it right on the nose. it drops the armor plate and clutches its face while the other three move in to bater her again, going for places that wernt very letal but still tender... kidnes, solarplex, shins. Of course she can feel the violence starting to escilate and the fustration building

*Thrazashka tries to defend herself from the three that rush her, picking up her mace just as they reach her, but she cannot be everywhere at once and ends up falling to the ground after they deliver several decisive blows to sensitive areas, causing her to reel in pain as she is unable to fight them off at the moment

*Rakael the creatures seam delighted by their drawing victory and the one that got hammered in the face lunges at her with less intent to be molestive and more purpouse to maul. There is a sharp cry though from Rakael though and the creature seams to fumble itself and instead of plowing right into her and going for the throat it just bumps into her and stands there with its paws on her. all four turn to look at rakael who seams to be having quite a bit of a struggle breathing, panting hard and the like. "Enough!" he swipes his free paw across the sigil his left pam was projecting and a rather startling slash apears on all four of them, shoulder to hip, their bodies slide in sickening directions but instead of gore they explode into shadowy nothing. Rakael out of breath kicks up a spear he had retrived earlier and walks into the circle "Alright... Im going to ask you nicely to Yield. You are tough but you are just provoking the nightmares. Making it worse. Have any idea how hard it is to keep a Rape-nightmare from doing just that? ANY idea?" he shouts at her with much fustration. She can see a bit of a nosebleed out one side of his nostril as he holds a spear at length one handed aimed for her.. For now he waits her reply

*Thrazashka looks upon the shadow beast in defiance as it lunges for her, willing to fight to the very end. Fortune was on her side as Rakael calls off the creatures, sighing deeply as they disappear as quickly as they appeared. But she quickly saw that it was not over yet. Looking up at the sergal as he points a spear at her, she could only lay there as he ranted angrily at her, her expression turning to shame at the ignorance and stubbornness she had shown. Upon hearing his offer to have her yeild, she closes her eyes and nods in a defeated manner, not really having the strength to continue on. "I... I do. I yield to you..." She says softly, disregarding the fact that she was naked as a new form of shame washed over her.

*Rakael stabs his spear into the dirt "You call yourself a warrior of the light? You used your magic entirely too late" he continues to rant as he walks up to her. he places a paw on her shoulder and utters a few magic words and she can see and feel the cloth from her armor and underclothing repairing it's self "Did you even attempt to identify what you were fighting? You charged in like a bandit and flailed your hammer. Gods even a simple Bless or ward against the malicous intent would have kept them from even touching you. There is no reason you could not have beaten those things" he grumbles but offers her a hand "Your mistake was not using your power quicker... Someone that is intent on killing you is not going to Telegraph their moves as hard as I just did... or attack one at a time..."

*Thrazashka lets him continue to scold her for her recklessness, and arrogance, even as he restores her armor and clothing to it's former glory, hiding her private parts from the onlookers. "You are right... to a degree. I could have used a bless spell to protect myself further, but I am not experienced enough as a cleric to cast the more advanced spells.." She explains as he hauls her onto her feet. "I underestimated my foes and paid the price for it. It seems that I still have a lot to learn about fighting... don't I? I am... I am just not used to fighting alone, especially when it comes to being outnumbered. I am typically with others when I adventure, and don't engage in melee combat that often, using my spells to support the more capable fighters." She sadly admits, looking down in shame.

*Rakael rubs a hand under her chin and lifts her gaze to look at his as he kneels down with her "You did well enough though... but you need to use your strengths. You cast spells perfectly in armor. I do not... however when the fight is going my way, I am never the target of the attacks. When you fight, They should be having to push through the shield of your faith before they even get to your armor. Iv watched a Paladin headbutt a Balistabolt and only scuff the polish so... Ey lets go get a drink or something. wash off that scrape."