isn't this fucking ironic

[11:05] It was time for a mid-day walk and Seifer came across a lot of violence, a lot of pain, yet one thing seemed to catch his eye more than the rest. A certain fae, in fact. The Warden approached her bearing a smile.

"Ah.. Bloodmistress. It has been a while. I have been meaning to catch you. How are you today?"
(Seifer Gardios)
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[11:15] Rajak's malevolent, sanguine hues watched the battle attentively. He remained silent for the most part, occasionally weaving in and out of harms way with inhuman swiftness as waves of flames, and multitude of different magical blasts flew towards him.

Mykael came ontop, which was something that the vampire had expected. While their methods and style of fighting were similar; Mykael was capable of utilizing far more raw power with his magick, which ultimately led onto Ariel's defeat.

Rajak's sanguine gaze scrutinized his surroundings; noting the presence of a fae he was all to familiar with; Xian, the Bloodmistress. It'd seem she tagged along with Ariel, which the vampire didn't find surprising. They both were deranged followers of the so called 'Nyx'.

While Ariel was already way beyond Rajak's reach, the same couldn't be said about the fae.

A devilish grin inevitably was drawn onto Rajak's countenance as his fixated his malevolent, sanguine gaze upon the tiny, fragile frame of the fae known as the Bloodmistress.

His center of gravity was subsequently lowered, his surroundings slightly heating up. And then? His very image blurred as he lunged towards the fae, his dominant hand already stretched outwards; reaching for Xian.

Air quickly rushed in to fill the space he'd once been in as he zipped across the landscape, rapidly closing the distance between himself and the Bloodmistress. The vampire's intentions were crystal clear. He opted for a swift, and brutal execution.

Would Xian sense the impending doom, and move out of harm's way?
Or perhaps, she'd be squashed and grinded into fae dust right there, where she stood?
(Rajak)
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[11:15] For a moment everything seemed to stop. One minute h was gritting his teeth, sending explosions at Roland and the next he was on his kness with his chest soaked in blood. Numb as the poison ran through his veins.

In Rolands hubris, he paused for a second.

That was all Aegiz needed.

Gathering his strength, he blasted himself back with an explosion, bringing himself back to his feet. He used this chance to retreat back to his allies position.
(Aegiz)
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[11:25] There he was, about to enter a conversation with the fae and try to get some information - some extended help towards her kind and those of the Mire. And yet? There came a vampire to ruin it all.

As swift as Rajack may have been the blood pumping through Seifer's veins had him draw his blade more swiftly. The Dream-forged weapon was put right in-between the predator and his six inches tall prey. A few words and a proper warning were given, making some distance for Xian to hopefully pack her tiny bags and go.

"I was about to speak to her. It's rather rude to interrupt something like that; bloodlust such as yours shouldn't come and ruin everyone else's day. Though... I don't expect you'll hear me out, will you?

I would rather not have to resort to violence. I'm certain there's another way we can all leave happily."
(Seifer Gardios)
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[11:25] In an attempt to chase after her pupil, it seemed she was going to be intercepted by Rajak, fluttering backwards, icy scars on her chest presenting the scars from their prior encounter, having not yet healed. Wind already coalescing around her again as ice began to form in the air.

Despite the obvious disadvantage she hardly looked afraid, a grin on her face once more.

"Have you come to release me from this world? To send me back to Mother?"

And yet, someone was in the way. She'd fully intend to take advantage of the opening to flee after her student.

She had no idea who this stranger was but humans were so very peculiar.
(Xian Antirrhinum)
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[11:25] Uncertain about what is going on here after robbing the mines for the first time killing a huge kaor demon the person called it he left like he still have a lot to learn he had to run away quite a lot of the demon before he could finish it. He needed to train some more, whiling learning the cave it seems he learn to sense people mana but he wasn't a master at it as yet. He would walk towards the gathering and wondered what was going on. He stop at a distance hoping he could eardrop on them. He felt like he could learn something while resting abit after that hard fight.
(Alucard)
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[11:25] Trife says, "This is... alot."
[11:25] There was a brief and momentary pause in her trailing along with the Radiant, Cerise's dull blue gaze catching sight of some of those she knew - and some she most certainly wished she didn't. Watching the Warden place his blade between Fae and Vampire, her face contorted briefly.

Not out of surprise, but mostly out of a suddenly risen concern for his well being. After all, she knew what the end of Rajak's blade tasted like personally. It wasn't pleasant.

"Please - careful...." She breathed out.

Fresh bandages lined her shoulder, but despite her injuries, for once Cerise seemed all too ready to step forward - had she needed to, of course. After all, she knew little of what was going on directly in front of her.

The crimson twist of metaphysical magic was conjured around her hands, but given the lack of hurling objects at the Vampire's bodily space for the time being? It was more so a defensive measure than anything else.

(Cerise Sikora)
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[11:25] Tis a steady trot that devolves into a whole stop once a distant wail of frustration chides through the unwell edges of the deep forest. In instigates a raised hand to gesture his company, whilst the youngest radiant's startling becomes obvious.

It sounds effeminate, though only in miscellaneous flair, for the person that screams so bears the inner pneuma of a monster in the flesh. Yet, one felled at that, for now.

Taking a vantage point, and traversing by leaping through the treetops instead, Lando makes quick scrutiny of the situation up ahead - yet his eyes are quick to find allay in a figure of trust. Seifer Gardios, in a passive approach, seeks to confront a peculiarly attired and hulking man.

"Cerise." Hushed, from the bottom of his stomach, he directs. "Trouble up ahead. I'm to stay here, but you needn't do so."

She would likely not listen, the knight knew best by now. It still impeded him not from suggesting her to leave. Two azure orbs remain trained on Rajak and the warden of Starfall, yet a rapid swaying of irises treads on over the rest. From Alexei to the Ivanovich, then the vagueness of the rest, perhaps far removed from view.
(Lando lux Metras)
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[11:35] Cerise Sikora says, "I'll be fine, Lando."
[11:35] He glances at the gathering of strong warriors, all occupied with their own devices, and nods to himself.

Mhm. Mhm.

He turns in the other direction.

Not today.
(Satoshi Ishimura)
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[11:35] Andromeda says, "I tire."
[11:35] Rajak moved in a blur as he closed in on the fae. However, just as he was upon her, an unknown individual had blocked his pathway; sword already drawn, and all.

The vampire's countenance contorted in rage, the sound of him gnashing his teeth in a fit of rage echoed throughout the surrounding area as he reached for the hilt of his blade; clasping onto it vigorously.

"OUT OF MY WAY!" - his voice boomed throughout the woods as he unsheathed his blade in one fell swoop, and proceeded onto swinging it downwards fluidly, at Seifer, drawing a beautiful silver-arc in the air.

As Rajak's blade connected with Seifer's, something akin to a shockwave erupted due to the sheer, monstrous power that was exerted. The earth shook violently, as the shockwave carved a trench into the ground before exploding through several trees.

And so, combat ensued. This was personal, and Rajak wasn't going to stop.


(Rajak)
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[11:35] {Lost Dangerous RPB against Rajak}
[11:35] ** Rajak has inflicted an injury upon Seifer Gardios. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (2 days)") **
[11:35] He observes because he heard a shouting and it seems like there going to fight he climb a tree to spectate what was going on and it seems lie these people were in another league from him. He couldn't tell what he was watching. They were moving so fast and not really giving a rats ass about the place they destroying. All he knew he must learn something from this battle to help him get better.

THe battle ended with such an upsetting ending he felt like he needed to learn more about magic to figure out something.
(Alucard)
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[11:46] While Klaus would like to indulge in the chaos of the situation, a request was made that he could not simply ignore. With a look over towards Andromeda, he subtly tilted his head with a smile ever-present.

"Would you like to sleep then?" he posed a question in response.
(Klaus Ebner)
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[11:46] The child would shake her head. If Alexei which she spotted from the corner is here watching, then she should be here watching. It's only right..!

"I sleep soon. I strong." She's a big girl, she can stay awake for a few extra minutes!
(Andromeda)
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[11:46] Klaus nods his head, "Very well."

If she was staying, then it was only right for Klaus to stay as well. Though, what a peculiar situation. The mines were quite active today. His attention went to Louisa for a moment, muttering something under his breath. A response to the Delisle.

Soon after, though, he once again scanned over the area. He could only assume a lot more fights were about to happen.

A small 'phew' escaped his lips, he could only hope he could observe it all.
(Klaus Ebner)
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[11:55] Enrica says, "Grifty gave ma cigarette, 'ptain."
[12:05] Trife says, "We might as well have a party."
[12:05] What was it with everyone always getting in his way? It was really getting old.

"Annoyin' lil' pests; all of you." - he hushed outwards, just barely loud enough to be audible, if not for the extremely loud clanking sound that was generated by Rajak's blade colliding with his opponent's.

CLANG

The vampire knew that if he had wanted to put an end to Xian, he'd have to dispatch of Seifer quickly; otherwise she too, very much like Ariel, would escape his grasp.

Rajak momentarily towered over Seifer as their blades collided; the vampire's bloodshot, sanguine gaze meeting his opponent's for the first time. "A waste of your time, is what this is." - was all he'd convey to his opponent before initiating in what could only be described a brutal onslaught.

A flurry of swift, precise attacks soon followed, each and every swing causing the surrounding ground to quake as his opponent was sent staggering backwards; gasping for air.

However, the vampire's opponent wasn't at all subpar. Infact he was remarkably skilled. The sound of metal clanging ringed throughout the forest as the two exchanged blows at astonishing speeds. One moment the two were standing, exchanging multiple blows, and a moment later they seemingly vanished out of existence; nowhere to be seen. Only to re-appear shortly afterwards at a different location. The sound of metal clanking against another didn't cease even for a moment.

Flames as well as depraved energies raged about; spreading outwards with Rajak at its center, like wildfire. Consuming and corrupting everything in its wake. The blood-curdling shrieks of lesser life-forms that were unfortunate enough to get caught up in this, and slaughtered could be heard all over the place.

While the two seemed to be somewhat equally matched at first, Rajak's physique was clearly superior. And therefore, the longer the bout went on, the more fatigued Seifer had become. His movements gradually becoming more sluggish, and amateurish. But Rajak? He didn't even break a sweat.

While he did sustain all sort of injuries, they were mostly superficial and brought little no harm to the vampire.

But it was a whole different story for Seifer. He was a mere human, after all.

Once the vampire had spotted an opening, he followed through with all his might. Initially, he disappeared from Seifer's line of sight, only to re-appear right beside him shortly afterwards. His elbow already shot forward with a swift, precise movement; connecting with Seifer's back.

Upon impact, Seifer's ribs shattered, and his spine fractured as he was sent sprawling about; skidding haphazardly until a nearby cliffside, or alternatively a tree had put a stop to his momentum.

Rajak, however, did not stop. He kept walking, the ground beneath his soles slightly cratering with each step he'd taken.

His gaze was fixed onto Xian meanwhile, glinting with killing intent.

He wasn't going to stop here. He wouldn't allow her leave unscathed.




(Rajak)
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[12:05] There's... a lot happening. Neither force on either side garners a degree of care. Many gather in view of one his tutors and some man clash blades. Tutor or not, Sylvester doesn't bat an eye when he unceremoniously turns to scout on someone in particular. His approach is a bit dangerous. Wing coloration alone can lead a black hat or worst to come for his throat. Who's here? Moxtli citizens? Knights?

He can do as he pleases. The opinions of others hardly stopped him.

With a big strap over his shoulder, its contents thin and held close, slitted pupils eventually find a certain older woman, one elusive for the past summer or two. From a distance, he gives a knowing stare her way. Though he's wary of those he can't identify around her, the ones in caps, the ones with deadly weapons.
(Sylvester Vartuul)
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[12:05] Oh she'd been around.. A busy rat this one, though not hard to come by if you're looking!

Stumbling on the scene herself by chance, toying between two different hats on her head on making it beside her employer.. "Capt'n.. Or Niffty.."

She's a Docro always, her struggle was something else here..

As for Sylvester … It's hard for the rat to see among all these taller people, lucky his size stands out quite some!

A wide smile pulled on catching his stare, soon a wave on close as an invite! -Where's my painting..?-
(Niffty)
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[12:15] The Vartuul makes gesture for her to come nearer. Too many eyes, too many voices. Nor is this, where men seek one another's blood, a time nor place.
(Sylvester Vartuul)
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[12:15] He felt like a master on the tree and hope that he could figure out how did they attack with so much power cracking the ground.
(Alucard)
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[12:15] The speed at which they entered this infernal dance was one unmatched by most. The sound of metal clanking as their blades met echoed across the forests, from one spark to the next. High-speed motions had them completely vanish from the crowd's sights only to return with a greater, more jaw-dropping strike that tore the very earth beneath their feet away.

A massive sweat had built itself up, coating Seifer's skin as he pushed his body to the limit, as he forced himself to take on the fiery approach and mitigate as much of it as was humanly possible.

He was hardly a mere pest or a pawn in Rajak's way, instead becoming a clear obstacle in-between two monsters. A resolute emerald gaze met with bloodshot eyes and despite all of the intensity, all of the might that had been built-up, all the exhaustion carried by the Warden?

He managed to hold a steady expression. It almost... anger-inducing. Beneath those glasses of his which he even had the gall to push up in the midst of battle the young man fought on, uttering a few words within the fray of battle.

"It's no waste if it saves a life."

Alas his bright ideals were soon met by his limitations. His legs refused to move for but a split-second, leaving an opening which the trained predator took, chaining a succession of blunt blows that sent Seifer sailing towards the ground, hitting the ground and tumbling forth with great velocity, only to be stopped by the dirt he nearly ate.

Heavy breaths escaped his lips and he felt his bones — his entire body refusing to move at his command. A cough. Blood. One of his broken ribs had surely damaged something deep, deep down.

He strained himself, yet couldn't stand back up. The world's energies flowed through him, the Lifestream's presence making itself known as it worked its magic to mend and heal, to hope, to prevent his own demise.

It's against all odds and surrounded by a gentle golden glow that Seifer slowly stood back up, supported by the world's ebb and flow, yet far, far too slow and sluggish to pick up the fight.

Had he managed to save Xian?

... Hardly.
(Seifer Gardios)
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[12:15] Her protector had done his best but it seemed she'd have to fight anyway, turning to face Rajak, weaker than last time he'd injured her. Still, the winds swirled, ice at her command, green tint in the air.

And the whispers rejoiced.

To all those who listened to the dark, a voice would call out to its smallest servant. Mother had seen her daughter and chosen to smile upon her.

Everything made sense to Xian, the light from her normal mana aura fading. Mother's whispers, what she'd been trying to teach her. Every last whisper came together in a beautiful song in her mind. And the world made sense.

To Xian, it was as if she'd shed a cocoon, Mother's Aspect shining through her, the mana of Nyx blessing the world.

To everyone else?

Everything around Xian twisted, bent, and died. The gossamer wings of the fae gave off a black wind in their torrent, spreading the deathly plague further.

Her eyes locked onto Rajak as her power magnified, channeling the power of her patron.

"I will not falter in her service! Mother, bless those who would listen, those who can watch!

I will bring them all to your embrace in time!"
(Xian Antirrhinum)
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[12:15] Was out and about to gather things but Ki, being a curious teen was always trying to catch a small glimpse of action. There was a huge group here so there had to be something going on. The felinae climbing up a tree where he felt safer and to get a better view.

Pink eyes scanned the area. Oh great it was that guy the other kid showed him earlier. His older friend told him to stay away from 'people' like that.
Ki stayed silent in the tree, trying to stay hidden. He had a few scars as it was and he really didn't want anymore.
(Ki)
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[12:26] Cerise's metaphysical magic never tapered off or away even as the Warden of Starfall battled the Vampire. Her fingers contorted, gently, in a slow roll of her wrist as if at any moment she was liable to do as she had done in every other interaction against Rajak.

But in truth, the essence of her concern laid upon Seifer's condition instead. Rajak's elbow had connected with his back, and it didn't take someone with official medical knowledge to understand that any and every blow from a Vampire - let alone that Vampire in particular - was worthy enough to break bones.

The Sorceress broke out into a swift run through the trees towards him, Cerise leaping over fallen logs in order to reach him. He wasn't getting up - he wasn't moving. Her breath hitched in her throat, briefly, until she came to a tumbling stop at his side. It was then that he finally managed to stand back up, and her worry, while lifted somewhat, maintained itself.

"You- … I...." Her hands quivered. One day, she'd be braver in the face of frightening odds. She wouldn't tremble, she wouldn't stutter. But that day was not today. Those hands rose upwards, and she'd aim to inspect Seifer's injury near immediately. "You shouldn't b-be... Walking around. Your spine, I, I saw it. Right against it." She muttered softly with a deep inhale.
(Cerise Sikora)
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A golden beam of faux sunlight is produced from within the clutches of flora, irradiating between twisting twigs and thus producing something that vastly resembles the drop of a godray. One that comes not alone, but accompanied by the cloaked figure of a blonde envoy.

Lando's goldfire landing is all but lower key, and instead sees him pronounce his overstated figure just a few inches away from a collapsing Seifer, who now struggled to mend himself back into proper shape by virtue of his benevolent aspect alone.

Instead, whilst the sorceress arrears tries to shape him back up to wellness, Lando poses himself to his front - stalwart and with a spellglaive drawn, before running a hand through his golden mane and peering at the warden from over his shoulder.

Eyes trail back, whilst a chill of dread runs down the girth of the junior radiant's spine. It's unlike anything he's ever seen, it brings with the most nefarious of thoughts - makes him adverse to the core.

"Gods. Were you truly trying to safekeep that... abomination?"
(Lando lux Metras)

[12:26] He sense something rather dangerous and jump to a tree which could lower his expectation of this fear he felt. He didn't think this might be something bad and hope that he could find a way to obtain such dangerous power himself. He wondered if the fighter would lose since he just race someone hard.
(Alucard)
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[12:26] Zhrani approaches the unfolding scene, only to see her husband terribly wounded. She approaches rapidly as he stumbles out of the battlefield, a brief glance is spared at the fight unfolding. Though it warrants worry, as well, her concern is focused on Seifer.

A hand moves to try and help him remain standing as Cerise tends to his wounds, saying not a word. There is no need for questions, after all.

"We should go-... we need to get him out of here," she utters, looking at Cerise and Lando.
(Zhrani Gardios)
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[12:36] He just witness the power of the great Rajak and felt like this person was the real deal so he jump down from the tree and got closer. He looks at Rajak and just smile. He kept close behind the tree but he felt like if he went to fight this could be serious on his side because he was kinda now scared, for the first time in his life seeing such pressure giving off from both person.

He then starts to think what would happening if he really face this Rajak person. Would he finish it in an instant or could he win by using his wits. He did not know and felt like to find out he would need to lift weights some more and get more muscles.
(Alucard)
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[12:36] Araceli stands a fair distance from both clashes, gaze widened slightly. It had been a while since she had watched a battle take place, the adrenaline of which impacting her despite not being an active combatant.

"Oh my."

Right hand darting upwards to cover her mouth, as Rajak fell yet another opponent. A horrified expression taking hold of pallor countenance, clearly shaken by the events.

The injured Seifer was given a glance over from the distance, though it didn't appear his injuries were serious enough to warrant immediate attention.

Araceli, on the other hand, remained rooted in place, wondering what would transpire next.
(Araceli Vellier)
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[12:46] At first, Rajak walked towards the fae in a nonchalant manner. No sudden movements whatsoever, their gazed locked. Something akin to a standoff.

To bystanders, it'd seem like nothing of importance was going on. But, fact's the battle had long since began. Their mana ran amok, reducing their surroundings to mere rubble. But still -- physical contact was yet to be made.

The vampire kept on striding forth; carrying himself gracefully. The immense amount of killing intent that he'd emanated made his presence seem almost palpable.

Slowly, yet surely, the vampire picked up his pace, dragging his serrated blade along the grass.
First he broke into a jog. Then, a sprint. But what came afterwards was difficult to put into words.

His very form dissipated into a phantom-like shape, coated and wrapped in black, fog-like matter. Using that very form, the distance between himself and the fae was covered in an instant.

Upon having reached Xian, all hell broke loose. It was simply two individuals fighting it out, and yet, it almost seemed like a full-scale war between two, powerhouse countries.
Mana and all sorts of magick was set loose, clashing against each other.

Shockwaves erupted, blowing away their surroundings and cratering the ground beneath them; causing a veil of debris to arise.

The wind surged, and howled violently as if a storm was brewing.

A multitude of icicles as well as explosions cancelled each other out.

It'd seem like the two were at a stalemate, when it came to raw magick.

But, the Vampire had one advantage that the fae didn't. Superior physique.

Using the veil of debris that had taken over to move covertly; Rajak opted to close the distance between himself and the fae once more. He moved forward, relentlessly, occasionally weaving in and out of harm's way. Swatting away all sort of magical blasts which were flung his way.

Despite the veil of debris, which acted as a smoke screen, Rajak knew exactly where the fae was. He held a truly unfair advantage in such situations, after all. His senses were inhumanely kin; blessed by Cain. Not only could he heard the fae's fragile heartbeat, as well as breathing clear as the day. But he could also smell her. The stench of death clung onto her very much like the stench of blood clung onto Rajak.

A massive, muscular hand emerged from the veil of dust, debris; catching the fae off guard. The vampire's whole body soon followed through as he kicked onto the ground, his arm stretched as much as humanly possible; reaching out for the fae.

"You're done for." - he uttered as he clasped onto her tiny, fragile frame, and proceeded onto squeezing with every bit of strength he had left in him; which wasn't all to much. His bout with Seifer took a much bigger toll on his body than he initially thought it would.

But, despite his injuries, and the fatigue which began to take over, he squeezed away. The sound of the fae's bone cracking, and dislodging echoed throughout their surrounding. All the while, the vampire burst into a hysterical, deranged fit of laughter.

He was enjoying it.

But it was enough playing with his food. He cocked his hand back, with the fae still held within his grip. And then? He simply sent her flying straight onto the ground, intending on crushing her and grinding her into fae dust.

But, perhaps the fae was far more durable that he'd anticipated; and he infact aided her escape?
(Rajak)
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[12:56] The hands that held him up were appreciated, as was the concern to his well-being. However despite all of their protest, their suggestions, their aid brought towards him the man who could barely stand felt it.

The creeping, unnatural scent of death. Doom itself being spelled in bright red letters in his surrounding as the lifeblood of the world itself fought against Xian's very presence. The fae's being channeling Nyx's powers was an abomination of its own right.

Lando was correct.

As Seifer felt the world dying around him his lips parted, his eyes dragging back towards the very manifestation of death itself. And from a tired, rugged voice did he express himself.

"They... can be saved, too. I—"

The more he stood near Xian, the worse it was. The world itself seemed to beg him to save it, to beg him to mend its wounds or eliminate the problem altogether. Had he really been taken for a fool?

Had kindness ran its course?

Heavy, painful breaths escaped Seifer as he keel over. His attunement to the world was playing against him in this very moment. He could feel the horrors of what he'd unknowningly aided being spread far and wide.

Against his will did tears fall from his eyes. It was painful. Difficult. He could feel the very Lifestream's flow being halted by this putrid presence before himself. His hands climbed over Lando, Cerise, and Zhrani altogether as he forced himself up, as he tried to... turn.

To witness the horrors he'd allowed to be.

.....

.. And there it stood. The very reason that someone as witty and kind as the Chancellor of olden times had perfected her art. The reason that brought these virtues of wisdom to warn Seifer about being unable to help some people. Those who could not be redeemed. Those who could not be saved.

Those who's mere presence brought about the world's destruction. Greed, pride, and a need for victory above all else had pushed these two monsters to face eachother. Even Seifer's intervention hadn't stopped the world from being torn apart, and worse of it all?

He'd been the one who defended this monster.

What could a man do before destiny shattering itself, before his beliefs being torn down, exposed, and ravaged by the inhuman, unnatural creation that plagued Esshar's lands. Both native to it and visitors.

The horror.

Seifer K. Gardios looked upon the heavens in that moment. Trembling, unable to quite make sense of everything he'd allowed to unfold. And within this moment of weakness and suffering did he feel the calluses left by his blade, the reminder of where it came from. Of who he faced to even obtain it. Mikhail Petrakis, Demigod by all means was one not above pleading for the heavens.

And so, Seifer would do the same. Looking upwards, heavensward as his lips parted, pleading, hoping, praying to forces unknown.

"Grant me the strength to save them. To... save the world. To save their forsaken souls.

Death... should never be the only solution."

It took Mikhail Petrakis three days and three nights.
The hopes for an answer were low, and yet he hoped.
(Seifer Gardios)
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[12:56] Crushed and yet her eyes shone so brightly. She wouldn't scream, only grin maniacally. Mother was with her, she could feel it, she had HEARD her so very clearly.

Every single word.

She may have failed here, as she had before, and yet, Rajak's overconfidence was his undoing once more. Crushed and smashed to the ground, he had remained focused on her physical form. The weakest part of a Fae.

Wind shoved her from the ground and backwards, the plants still writhing in her wake as the mana gripped at them, sapped at the very nature of the world.

"I understand so much more Mother! Let them witness your gift, let them SEE YOUR EMBRACE!"

Invoking Nyx once more as she fled, finally after her student, wind spiraling around her in a storm of rotting debris, she'd vanish as she retreated home.

Bruised and injured but her spirit only further invigorated, there was so much more to DO!
(Xian Antirrhinum)
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[12:56] Alucard says, "Hmm... Impressive work.."
[12:56] Stayed hidden in his tree. Rajak really was insane. Could anyone defeat that crazy guy? Even that weird fairy didn't stand a chance against him. Maybe he was right. Ki definitely didn't stand a chance at least yet. He wasn't sure if he ever would be. His tail slowly swaying above the tree branch he was sitting on. At least the small creature got away but they seemed to be a little crazy too.
(Ki)
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[12:56] That all he said and left he felt like these people might try something so he stayed close by an watch. He felt like this could be what he needed to give birth to strength he didn't have. He felt like he would would surpass this person one day and walk away but before he did he only said.

"I shall take your place one day to don't die yet."
(Alucard)
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[12:56] Yamani would slowly hear the beckoning of the Abomination the siren. Not hearing the mori open a word. He would have spoken to her in telepathy. Slowly she would take her ascended form as she turned around. her eyes searching for the man in question..

"Gone.."

She stated. Her leylines glowing as she scanned the area. The form that was prepared to face the enemies of sirrenia. Mori was more of a nuisance nowadays. But one she never failed to take a seriously regardless of the problems ahead.

"Mmm.. I will have to search for Mori later. He must not be allowed to continue on that path they are treading."

She stated with an irritated look upon her face.
(Yamani)
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[13:06] It was in the back of her mind, her all too human senses screaming and crying at her to flee - to flee from death. It was right there, and eventually, Cerise found herself unable to truly focus on Seifer any longer.

There was a glance of her visage, the very wonderous life around the small Fae wilted away and Cerise in that moment realized she felt as if she was dying just the same. A horrified and strangled sob escaped her throat. The Warden dealt with his own crisis - of defending such a creature, but to Cerise she felt as if she couldn't breathe.

Tears trickled down her cheeks without her even realizing it, and all at once, there was a tug upon Seifer's arm, a motion to Zhrani, and a pull against Lando's armored wrist. They had to run - they...

"Please we have to go now we have to leave right this instance, this isn't good. This is bad. Please. Please. PLEASE!" She blubbered, her emotions heightening in that moment. Her legs locked in place, and she shook her head swiftly.

She had never encountered something as that which Xian produced. She had encountered death; she had dealt with so much death within Merton's last hours... But this?

This was death itself, up close and personal.
It tormented her.
(Cerise Sikora)
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[13:06] Xian, a fairy blessed by Nyx herself. Her menacing aura brought death in her surroundings, the woods and the tree that Abe hid behind starts rotting. He is in awe, it was truly amazing, but. Xian was defeated, and her bones was crushed under the monster's strength.

She wants to come out and help but, Abe stood in the woods and simply watched as other did a greater feat of protecting Xian. Was it fear of facing against Rajak? This man, beast, monster, managed to defeat Seifer and Xian, surely he couldn't even match with his power, if he couldn't even match with Xian or Seifer.

Selfish, and regretful. "I'm sorry." He whispers to himself, his grip on life was too tight, his bent on survival is stopping him from making sacrifices. Whether it's good or not, future would only tell. He quickly ran out of the woods, escaping the scene.
(Abe)
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[13:06] The High Priestess pursed her lips. What could she even say to console, to comfort? Was there anything she could say to shake him from what he had witnessed?

There was not. In the end, some forces simply were not compatible with the world; with humanity, bringing only death and chaos. Some beings can not be saved; something the Feline had long ago learned, and with time, slowly accepted.

Her hand remained upon his shoulder, not deigning to leave. She did not want to let go, feeling as if something horrible could happen if she did not remain close by. She watched on as he pleaded, tears running down his face. It was painful to see.

As he pleaded, the hand moved from his shoulder towards his back, running over the injured area... all that pain he had felt, the feeling of being lost- she could not wash it away, but the intent to protect, to heal had occupied her mind completely. To oppose that which they had witnessed, she still had ways to go... The Fae spelt death as she walked the world. And yet where were those who invigorate, give life as they walk?

A faint white glow emanated from her hand as she channeled her magic through him, to try and mend that wound that had been dealt upon him. It was the least she could do in the moment.

A firm nod was given to Cerise's words, and thus did she try and pull Seifer with her other hand, trying to remind him of the physical world around him; of the fact that they had to go.
(Zhrani Gardios)
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[13:06] Sebastian says, "This is the most intense staring contest I have ever seen.."
[13:06] Another day to take a stroll into the forest's depths in search for a few people to conversate. A fresh new day to start anew after fighting a mental image of himself and throwing mana at people. As much as it was fun it was also tiring.

That moment of peace would be disturbed when he stumbled upon a mass crowd. Identifying only Xulian's face he rushed over and make a large dive in between the trees to conceal his presence. Stalking over to the red haired he whispered to them with no actual clue what's happening, yet already fully aware of the vampire situation. Could this be it? There's no way he could find out without asking the opposition in front of the crowd.

Until realization has came when Xuelian filled him in about the current situation. "So....these are vam-"

With a silenced tone, "Ooooooooooh." Recalling the past interactions with his adult-ish pupil, exclusively about these creatures that are causing too much problems a lot lately.
(Xoltul Hajara)
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[13:06] Trife says, "I wonder... who'd win..."
[13:06] Fighting off the unyielding cadence that is Xian's nigh force-of-nature worthy irradiation of pure unadulterated decay, one to instigate the warping of one's very ego just by being in close proximity, Lando stands a shaky ground with his spellglaive drawn and a shudder that threatens to collapse his entire frame.

Yet, he manages to hold a steady stalwart pose in lieu of showing his very permeable panic at the sight and nearness alone until she's made swift departure, all but healthy in the aftermath of the clash.

And once so occurs, the exuberant holy magi turns on his heel to extend over a hand and grip the wounded warden by the collar, shaking him right there where he stood - a dissuasive grimace, one that exerts the ever self assured features out of their comfort zone, instead placing them in a grossed out scowl proper, and speaks unto him at point blank.

Whilst he prays.

Whilst he digs within and above for forgiveness.

"Seifer!" Growing quickened, distasteful, he more recklessly summons all of the sternness in his body and shimmies him more from the cusp of his uniform. There and then, affront both Cerise and the man's wife, clearly compenetrated in his chide.

"You should be praying for forgiveness, rather than strength. How could you stand in ward of such dread? Of a presence so malevolent it could've seen these woods wilted within a minute!?"

Letting go in a half shove, he curls his fist into a ball and bites into his own lower lip.

"You disappoint me. You embarrass me!

This is unacceptable!"
(Lando lux Metras)
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[13:16] The pain he felt was being washed over by Zhrani while the man's eyes remained upon the heavens, hoping more than ever for some sort of sign, for a hand extended towards him. Alas the angels were not the type to intervene at every occasion. Reality was far, far more harsh than that.

Zhrani's healing was quieter than Cerise's pleading, which was far, far quieter than Lando's outburst, his half-shove, his disdain for the Warden's thoughts and expressed ideals.

Through the pain, through his world being rocked, through the tears on his face and the Lifestream screaming even in Xian's wake did Seifer K. Gardios manage to force out a smile.

"Because... everyone deserves to find happiness. To have a savior. To be helped. To be guided towards the right path, a path with which the world can agree."

His gaze finally left the skies up above, for their lack of answer was only second to Lando's unhappiness.

"Can I truly say I've done all I could if I give up on someone who knows nothing more than the embrace of a mother who's taint is despicable?

Nyx's sins are not Xian's.

.. And someone should be there to tell her that."
(Seifer Gardios)
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[13:16] Rajak merely watched as the fae fluttered away. While she was by no means unscathed, she survived.

Disappointment washed over the Vampire. He'd been sure he had at last finished the job. Put an end to the pest known as the Bloodmistress who had been bothering him all these years. Alas, he was wrong.

The fae was alive, and retreated back to the Mire, although not quite unscathed.
However, more importantly, the aura that had enshroudedthe fae was truly dreadful. Even Rajak couldn't help but momentarily doubt himself, and his strength when faced with such an unnatural, and sinister magick. It was on a whole different level. While it didn't show on the vampire's countenance; he feared for his life. He truly did. Whatever that was, it was out of this wolrd; far more twisted, sinister, and evil than any vampire. And yet, all these people were allied with the likes of her.

Has the word gone mad?

Such a being cannot be allowed to live any longer. Her very existence could become the pinnacle of death and destruction.

She needs to be stopped. Rajak could only hope that next time they'd meet, he'll be able to emerge victorious once again. Soon, he's to march upon the Mire, with his brothers and sisters; his kin, and blood. Surely, in such a short amount of time, she won't master that magick, would she?

Malevolent, sanguine hues scrutinized his surroundings. He was surrounded by enemies. With his business now concluded, he had no reason to loiter around any longer.

He pivoted about, and kicked his feet into motion. Essentially departing. He had a lot of thinking to do.

(Rajak)
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[13:26] Her hands left Seifer as Lando approached, grabbing her husband by the collar. The words he spoke, his expression, his motions... she shook her head frantically, a scowl apparent on her face.

Her lips parted, about to bite back at Lando's outburst- but Seifer beat her to it. Nevertheless, a stern gaze was focused on the Radiant, clearly still wishing to say something-

but she felt it was not the time for her emotions to spill over. She had to control herself; for Seifer's, and everyone else's sakes. A hand reached out to pull on Seifer's sleeve once more, trying to get him to go, and her other hand reached for Cerise's sleeve, trying to get her to come along, as well.
(Zhrani Gardios)
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[13:26] Cedar had stepped outside of Moxtli, only to find... A bloody field of war. His #1 PAPA hat hanging loosely at his side, gripped between his thumb and index finger. Raven black hair hung loosely over the piercing emerald gaze that sought out his opponent - the musclebound vampire in front of him.

"Rajak…" A murmur lost among the ambience around - Would he have heard the utterance? Would he notice the Chronomancer in front of him? A brief moment of hesitation, his hand itching for his staff. A battle, a fourth. A time to even the score and yet...

Cedar's shoulders relaxed, a pensive sigh leaving his body. A flit of remembrance brought unto him that Rajak had let his wife interact without hostilities.

"Thank you - For not harming Ektu. I'll return the favor, this once." The countenance of the reality magus contorted into a scowl as the man who warped his brother's mind span on their heel toleave. Bittersweet...
(Cedar Grace)
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[13:26] Lando's outburst shocked her to her core, and near immediately, as the Radiant aimed to grab the Warden by his collar did Cerise aim to interject physically at least. A hand was placed on his armored arm, the one that was shaking Seifer by the collar.

"LANDO! Pl-...." She paused, that feeling of hopelessness, of dread, of death, had faded with Xian absconding and fleeing. Her cheeks were wet from the tears she had shed from the feeling of such a power, but she felt as if she could once more breathe properly. "Please... I'm sure he didn't mean to defend such a... Such a heinous thing." She said, softly.

But could the Radiant's zealous anger truly be quenched? She knew him, and she knew that would not be the case. Especially so once the Warden provided his answer. Her sights shifted to those still lingering, before she moved back to the growing tension between the pair right in front of her.

"We should go." She offered, perhaps becoming a voice of reason between the two whose beliefs were seemingly vastly different.
(Cerise Sikora)
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[13:37] Cedar Grace exclaims, "I suggest you lot scram too! Off my metaphorical lawn!"
[13:37] Andromeda says, "Shshshshushushuuhshuu...."
[13:37] Trife asks, "Huh...?"
[13:37] "Everyone was surprised, even me. I am oozing with surprise and intrigue." He said in a monotone and bland voice- His eyes half-lidded, and a resting frown.

"If you get angry over something no one anticipated or thought of then it reflects poorly on you. Unless you expect everyone to be psychic including yourself."
(Xuelian Bei-Feng)
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[13:37] Cedar Grace says, "N-Not you... Talkin' to Rajak's company..."
[13:37] Sebastian asks, "Who me?"
[13:37] Sebastian says, "I don't know that guy."
[13:37] Andromeda hangs down from a tree! She pokes Drongo on the shoulder.
(Andromeda)
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[13:37] Sebastian says, "I just knew he was hurt.."
[13:37] Sebastian says, "Don't chuck me up to that."
[13:37] Cedar Grace says, "Ah, well, if ya' with the big muscly guy, I suggest ya' leave..."
[13:37] Sebastian says, "I ain't goin anywhere."
[13:37] Ki asks, "Hmm?"
[13:37] The corrupted aura, the area and lands corrupted by that of death magic. Tugging against her very soul. Pushing the combined form of herself and her own spirit to her limits. This came to a surprise towards the woman. Not completely familiar with the magic.

The young ascended siren would walk towards Trife as she demanded a lot more information than what was present towards her currently. "Trife. That magic looked as if it could split the bonds of spirits in half. I have seen darkness before.."

She continued. Fading back into her normal form once more. "But I have never seen something as corrupted as that. And I hope that the children of the sea don't have to either." She stated, her hand placed firmly upon her hip.

"What was it? This plague?"

She wondered. Looking around at the dead shriveled area. Grasslands and trees rotted devoid of life. A tingling sense of fear would shrivel over her own spine. And a pausewould have been taken to wait for any input on her question.
(Yamani)
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[13:37] His quickening is inevitable. Had they truly not expected the radiant to grow effervescent in wake of the reveal? The fae's true nature being too perverted for the three dimensions that encased most mortal men?

Of course, his bitterness is not simply judgment - it's panic; it's paranoia. It's a surge of uncertainty upon seeing one of the men he admired most turn blade and side to a force he understood not - one he was simply not meant to embrace in the slightest.

His grimace, tight still, is shook by the response. Yet, those lips find themselves folded to a closed formation once he deigns respond proper.

"No, he wholly did. He meant every act of it, every fiber of his body jumped in the way." Lando disagrees with the sorceress, withstanding the disapproving gaze of the high priestess at the same time. "Whilst his response changes things, it detracts not from the suicide of it all."

He's implacable, even if in nigh grieving.

"The world cares not about you. You may try to detract guilt and leverage of options from anyone in your pursuit to absolve them, in your failure to hold them to your standard of fulfilment.

Yet, you only make the world darker in the fact. Xian's sins are just that - sins. Of a higher category than most, of a sum that shouldn't be allowed reign."

Bending over slightly, then aiding the man to a stand by wrapping an arm around his form once he's been tended to, Lando - though shorter - works as his standing pillar. He tosses his arm around his neck, and begins treading eastbound.

Pensiveness once the exorcist speaks further, whilst his slow treading ensues.

"In the end, you'll need to pick a side. For what can be, and for what simply mustn't be allowed to.

Break yourself over one charred tree, - result immolated - and let the forest burn whole instead.

You should deserve better."
(Lando lux Metras)
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[13:46] "... then I'll find a way to extinguish those flames. Without having to tear down the one who brought the fire in the first place."

Different ideals. Their golden brilliance was of the same shade, and yet Seifer's had always been more gentle, kinder, more flexible. The raw output and power coming from Lando was as his personality: Unstoppable.

To rise against it and persevere in the face of death itself was something that required courage, though none would be surprised to see Seifer sticking by his ideal, his foolish ways, his blind kindness. He'd done the same for Bianca.

"Kill the sins, not the sinner." He expressed, allowing for the rough treatment by the Radiant to turn into aid, into support as they slowly moved back towards a quieter, warmer place.

One that didn't stink of decay and death.

"I've long picked a side. I stand with the world. With the people within it."

It would behow he lived. How he died, too.

Ah...

... Walking was far, far more difficult than he expected.
(Seifer Gardios)