Mediating Duels

[18:17] With the start of this fight two others would come to fight him, they would stand in his way...

"I have been disrespected since I got here.. my love has been disrespected since I got here... I helped miles plenty of times I would never disrespect him..."

He flared his occult again and stared at the white haired man. "I have helped you all without you even knowing and yet I am repaid by being branded a traitor? by some Netheridan who doesn't even know whats going on.... tell me something if my love was being mentored by Cynthia... Where is her funeral... where is the funeral for miles.... why wouldn't you hold all three..."

He furrowed his brow as he starts to dash away from the Jikanu's strikes.

"You disrespected the dead... by not adding their name into this funeral... and you disrespected the one I loved by calling me a traitor.. you let this happen.... and expect me to sit here and take it like a bitch?"

The swordsman was caught in a hellish shadow flame that erupted from beneath him, the shadows wrapped around his arms in glorious black flames keeping him on the ground for the rest of the fighting - yet they would never really leave him.. it was something he would have to do by himself.. at some point..

The chains of Artyoms wrath would forever connect Jikanu to Artyom... forever burning for the rest of his life with the sorrow that Artyom has weaponized.


"Come whoever is next..." Black ichor tears fall from his face...

"Come and taste my Despair..."
(Artyom pyr Docro)
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[18:26] It seemed that the old tyrant was the next to move. His years of muscles trained to such a perfection that he could cut ahead of his comrades. Even if some of them where simply faces without names to him. Though, in truth he had loved witnessing the display of raw occultic might from the Docro. It reminded him of another from long ago.

Stopping before them the monster's gaze narrowed upon the youth. Standing before them after having listened to their speech the old tyrant had a few things to say. Which he would say, of course, while he head Helheim's Warden resting against his shoulder.

"Despair? A painful emotion but I have tasted it many times. My whole life in fact, young Docro. I recognize you and hear your words." As he speaks the Mutant shifted slightly. "As for the names of Miles, Searles, your love. They are lost to the winds of time. As are all those who stood with me in my own youth. They hear our respect with each pained breathwe take in this blighted world."

He stretched his neck to the side, hearing a string of cracks as he did so. "You have done what I would do, in turn, rise up and strike at those who disrespect you. However, now I ask you breath, hone your hatred to a finer point. After all, we've common foes to exert our hatred upon."

It was an offer to calm his rage, a pardon for the sudden outlashing of violence. "Or, continue, I welcome an ally or foe in this moment." As he spoke the shadows lengthened and the aging tyrant readied himself for either outcome.
(Nanzo)
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[18:26] Ram asks, "Where you at?"
[18:31] "do you think that thing will stop if I simply ignored this disrespect? Do you believe that it won't try to get me killed later on due to WHAT they think they know about me?"

He asked flicking blood off his hands and swinging his rifle to his shoulder.

"They call me a defender, I only stopped you all from dealing with a bigger threat than me... breaking into the waystone? - that just stupid and you should know that the power of coins is enough to start a crusade against you if not you are already at open war with Osronan and the ebonblooded…"

He said as he stared at the Tyrant of old.

"But now you will deal with the family and New Tanen as well by disrespecting me further.... the whole world against you I know the ambition well but you know it doesn't have to be like that..."


He furrowed his brow. "I am not here to fight you or any of you I came in respect of a old friend.. I am not unkown in these lands I was always a ally to my cousin Cynthia because docro DECREE that family is over everything... but I will not be made a traitor because some thing decided upon It on a whim of actions.."


He didn't back down.

"Let me fight it and show it that it doesn't stand a chance so I can walk in peace without the thought of it trying to move my mind by a hex anymore..... Let them come and challenge me like they wished to- let me shut it up..."

Now it was up to Nanzo if they fight - he wasn't going to back down until his emotions stopped flaring at this current moment.
(Artyom pyr Docro)
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[18:41] Stared down Artyom as they answer the declaration. His free hand came to stroke his chin for a few moments. Contemplating what they said for a few minutes. Yes, he took minutes in thought. Then he simply sighed after a moment, shaking his head. He raised a hand for a moment, a finger extended upwards.

"One, I truly care nothing about the Family or a 'New Tanen' my life has been an endless battle against a change litany of foes. Two, if you are the grandchild of Illythi know that I was akin to their own father so have some patience for your elder."

His gaze then shifted towards the bystanders. And his finger extended towards Hush. "Hush, come here now. YOU have insulted this man's honor in your actions. If you lacked the respect to obey Crimsons order for silence that is fine but disrespect me by hiding behind others and it will be more than just this boy after you." Had Nanzo been paying attention to what was taking place? No, he was not. It was a mess really, loud and chaotic and seemingly pointless.

His gaze then shifted back to the Docro. "As for you? You will restrain yourself from maiming those within my domain. Handle this business with Hush and be done with it." He shifted to the side.

"Two of you, bury this grudge and let it lay buried. I can see you fight over youthful ignorance and short-sightedness as I did in my own dawn. Know this brings us no closer to our goals and I've a hundred years of witness the folly of it."

"But, conflict begets strength."
(Nanzo)
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[18:47] "So be it I promise not to go so far with the thing... but I will hurt it, I will show it manners or I will get hurt in the process... and I will squash whatever this is as long as I am no longer called a traitor by it over and over again...."

He frowned. "I already suffered from a hex, from it out of respect I would like for that not to happen again... but since you seem to have the same ideals as me... I have no choice but to honor your judgement.."

He would restrain himself just for a chance to spill the blood of hush ONCE or just lose in the fight..

The occultic flame continues to erupt from his body as he waits for the challenger to come...

The crimson hue glassed over his eyes smoldering into plumes of smoke.

"I'll await thee..." No more would have to be hurt over this mattered.... he would probably pay for the restoration of Jikanu as well... since someone has finally understood why he was fighting.
(Artyom pyr Docro)
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[18:49] The rabbit sighed as the situation continued to escalate glancing at the Neth before back at Artyom slightly wishing Crimson was here to handle things but he wasn't so they sighed.

"Hush only speaks for themselves and they do that thoughtlessly, their thoughts don't reflect the beliefs of the Woods so believe me when I saw we have no qualms with you, if you saved some of our own from a foolish attempt to break into Waystone well we ought to thank you for that," the rabbit said wondering who among them had that bright idea to begin with...

"This isn't the first time Hush has put an alliance in jeopardy, we are trying to teach them to watch their words but clearly they need more lessons if they would disrupt a funeral for our lost friends with a scene like this," the rabbits words were almost harsh tinged with annoyance despite the fondness they personally had for the Neth but the last thing they needed was war because they couldn't watch their mouth and not blindly insult one of their allies.

"Nanzo is right, you and Hush should settle this grudge before it spills any further," The rabbit nodded content that Artyom seemed willing to go along with that, hopefully things would be smoothed out with this fight.
(Kuro)
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[18:53] "Nanzo...~~ Sir Crimson said not to fight SO~~" Hush began as their form shifted near the woods. They eyed Artyom... The one who had stepped in the way of justice, a chance to remove the one who betrayed the coven. Everything lined up for Hush to believe they were an enemy, a true enemy to them, why else would they have done that?

And why wouldn't Crimson or the elders within the coven LISTEN? The reporter. The White haired. All had disrupted a fair way to get to Taipan.

"So I wont~! And you need to listen! You tell and tell and tell~~ You tell me to watch out for the Coven and us! Eachother! Call me egoisitc, mhm, but when I move to improve the covena dn defend it you tell me to shut UP! HUSH! HUSH! HUSH! HUSH!"

Their form spazzed, blinking from existence for a moment before re-appearing. 9 foot tall, glitching, flickering. Eyes locked onto Nanzo, then Sir Crimson, then Artyom and the Reproter."

"Always tellingme to STAY BACK, SHUT UP! Why Hmm~? Am I not worthy to be listened to, hmm? I'm patient and listened!Waited!"

Hush held out the drawing that Kuro had made with the little star.

"I'm GOOD But NOT listened to, never! Never! HUSH-!" They cackled, then a eeiry stillness overcame them. They quieted down, and stepped forward, feeling like her own treated her like a dog to be shoved around. She'd face Nanzo, Cynthia and Crimson later. Now she'd first ruin this child.
(Hush)