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Nearly at an instant sight; Arthur could have noticed something wrong with the giant; their form were shaking violently, leering down at the ground as they drag their stave behind them; oozing with blood from a night of relentless assaults fueled by their melancholy.

But their form; there was something intoxicated about it, almost as if they didn't even see Arthur, or the one who stood at their sides. They looked, like a rabid animal...

Not even a word is said, before giant wings would explode from the mans back; sending a violent blast of blood backwards; before their draconic wings extend out. Their form lowers; almost looking as if the titan were about to lunge forward.
(Arno Kriemhild)
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[23:45] Arthur took a second as he let go of his axe and looked at the name and the rage that covered his face. His hands going down to his waist as he grabbed the hilt of his sword it seemed that there was something wrong with him and he had seen the affects of rage close hand. Flipping his sword around as he looked at the templar, watching his wings burse from his back and the blood that was running down their form.

With a breath his own wings sprang forth from his back the feathers shining with rainbow light even in the moonlight as he got ready for what looked to be a fight. If he wanted to used his rage to come to blow he would knock the man out it was as simple as that, but even as he got ready to fight he scales grew and kept growing covering his entire body with them as he was more dragon than man at that moment fighting a man that was a giant. he couldn't help but grin, to test the body was more than he could ever ask for.

"Come on the, let me give ya a proper ask kicking ya giant arse."
(Arthur)
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[23:51] {Won Restrained RPB against Arno Kriemhild}
[23:58] Arthur took a second as he made his way through the magma he had enough of this, this was enough and he didn't need a rage potion to let the beast they he kept in check out he put his rage where it was able to work for him. Flapping his wings as he stood cooling the magma behind him into stone with the force the gale and took off the from the ground a boom breaking out behind him as he moved from the force of the wind as he took off at the templar. He twisted and turned through holy magic and the lava until he grabbed a hold of the mans shirt letting the heat burn him letting the temperature form the lava work on his body and blacken his scale as he looked down at the man with the face of a dragon. This was something that he was till working on controlling to getting better to get stronger with it to bring out more of the dragon in his blood.

He felt like this even sense he drank that potion from basten the only one to have been made the strongest version that would havebeen made with he essence of a dragon itself. He grabbed the man in scale covered hand as he drew his head back and slammed it into him with enough for there was a boom around the two of them as the wind was pushed out of the area. He kept his rage in a place where it was able to work for him.

"Enough Arno enough of this or I will beat you into the ground until you can no longer move."

It were as if what little left of the man had since gone savage in wit; a titan of armor that appeared now to be more monster than man in nature. They fought as a beast would, a stave that once commanded virtuous spell's now swings as if it were a bladed club, aiming to cleave at the man.

Throughout the bout; roar's escape the man of golden scales; their wings lifting them up, if only for them to dive even faster at their target.

"She's gone; I know not what to fight for anymore, so I simply just will."

"What remains; in this world of tragedy now, Arthur? Jin is dead."

Their tone reeked of melancholy; though since boiled and contorted into a much farther, darker rage. Their bout continues on; flames spraying from the visage of the Drakanite, continuing to roar own; and as they had gone to clutch Arthur in their talons; he is met with the gale of a headbuttfrom the wind drakan; sending them flittering back in the wind; cutting through earth before they found the ability to stop.
(Arno Kriemhild)
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[00:06] Arno Kriemhild says, "Raise your blade once more... Give me something to fight; something to elevate my mind from this..."
[00:06] Arno Kriemhild says, "...Heartbreak."
[00:10] He jumped back as he hit the ground little his talons dig into the ground as he took off again charging at the man that was driven to this by rage and grief. That could have been him once be he leaned to master his rage and his sorrow he would never be without then but he would be able to use them to help push his mind further. He had pushed his body to things that most wouldn't be able to take and he had pushed his mind to things that would have broken him but he stood time and time again because that was what was needed of him.

"Then you finish what she started you finish what she pushed her life for."

He flapped his wings with the force of a tempest as he charged back at the man his scales covering every inch of his skin.
(Arthur)
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[00:13] {Lost Restrained RPB against Arno Kriemhild}
[00:16] The roar's only grew louder and louder; sounding more beast than man. In fact; the very arms of the man could've been seen crawling upwards with scales, long talons replacing their fingertips; breaking through even the man's very armor. Perhaps it were the helm; but it almost were as if the man's halfshift were developing, of sorts.

TEven their tail seemed sharper; longer than before, and their wingspan even broader.

A sluggish hand would've smacked Arthur aside, roaring once more; loud enough to cause even the slightest of tremors to their immediate surrounding.

"I will not let her image die... No; I'll tear through all those Osronan's wearing this helm; and they will remember..."

It were as if Arno no longer even spoke to Arthur; but to himself. It didn't halt him from one, final charge; however.
(Arno Kriemhild)
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[00:37] He took a second as he looked at the man wearing the helmet of his dead wife. Well that was enough of that, spitting out a tooth as he dug his talons into the ground letting his wings flap behind him as he shifted siege breaker on his back to make sure that it wouldn't get in the middle of his fight. He called to his sword letting the wind pick it up and sending it to him as his wings started to flap creating and air pressure behind him before he looked back at the man. He could see the wind vibrate under his hands as he gripped his sword. The weapon that had seen him thought a good deal of wars.

His face was more dragon than human right now mirror the helmet that he was wearing and he wanted to fight with the face of a dragon then he would fight him with the face of a dragon and he would hit him with the force of the wind powered by dragon might. Letting his talons let go of the ground as he took off at the man the flaps of his wings causing localized pressure systems behind him as he covered the ground in a few second the wind impower his swing. He spun using the force the rage that he was feeling the sorrow at the lost of his friend and a woman that he fought with he put I all in a place that would work for him as he held this war from for a bit longer letting his flat of his blade slam into his stomach.

"This ends!"
(Arthur)
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[00:45] The two exchange blows all but once more, talons meeting talons; tooth meeting tooth. Blade, meeting blade; they were but the same kind, there and then; two dragons allowing themselves to scrap in the wit of their sheer rage.

Sparks are sent dancing through the air as their weapons collide all of many times more; the two circling each other as intermittent dives lead to their attacks. Where flames born of the titan's breath is sent towards Arthur; Winds and gale's alike wound their ability to fight... Yet, all it took were time for the two's stamina to lower in their bout; both bleeding and slashed at from one another. Yet even if tiresome; a certain rage gleams behind that helm, leering at Arthur.

A blade comes to connect to Gwyn;s stomach, where the hilt of an elongated stave crashes into the forehead of Arthur; sending both barreling back many paces.

...A tie, between the two Dragons.

Slowly, however, the form of the titan can be seen raising, if only sluggishly, before releasing a low growl from behind that helm. They made no further notion towards Arthur yet; just staring.
(Arno Kriemhild)
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[00:56] The medic the man that had been in war after war and had been a doctor through most of it that he almost called himself the war doctor at one point pulled himself to his feet his body was still more dragon than human. His arms covered in scales, his talons digging into the ground and the feathers of his wings seemed to catch and dance with the light a multi colored sheen over then. Spitting out a mouthful of blood as he pulled himself to his feet and grabbing his sword from the ground as he pulled the siege breaker from his back. Pushing the wind into both as the they started to vibrate the man was wind itself he called to it and it asked. He pushed the dragon in his blood and it roared to meet him when it was needed.

His wings flapped as he created force of wind pressure as he looked at the man, that was enough no more he would allow no more of this to go along at this point so he pulled in the wind to his lungs. And he roared a voice that carried the sorrow of losing friendsfrom war after war to be the last of those that he called his battle brother and sisters. To the amount of people that he had lost over time from things that he had no power to stop or to control.

Put the pain in a place that would work for him but there was so much pain that it would only work so well. But he stood his roar ringing out across the mountain and carrying over the wind as it took flight. "There will be no more blood spilled because he is gone. Do you hear me Arno! There will be no more blood to soak the stone because she is gone."

This was a result of the potion that basten had made and the change that it left in his blood. It had put it into flux allow him to push the human down and let the dragon in his veins roar even if was just for a short time and even if he couldn't always control the change. He pushed out a word with each step.

"There will be no more!"

And the dragon in the man looked back at him as he held his weapons, as the doctors says no more...
(Arthur)
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[01:08] No; the titan couldn't do anything else but stare; it were a dead stare, one that never so much as twitched nor pulled from the frame of the other Drakanite. Slowly; however, the effects of the potion begin to die down, and their gaze would look up to the sky; offering a final, drawn out gaze, with an even more drawn out sigh.

"I'm... Going to miss her. So much."

The hostility drains from his form, now simply leering to the clouded horizon.

"I'm going to fight in this war; to the death, if need be. I will cut as many of those Osronan's down as I can; to replicate the hole her absence leaves in my heart..."

Their gaze would slowly draw back to Theria, with but another sigh.

"...I want to go home."
(Arno Kriemhild)
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[01:11] He took another steps forward as he let he rage fall back into him, he put it back into place as he walked growing smaller as he did as he looked at the templar.

"I understand she was a sister to me in not so much words and I will miss her every day but you cant. She left you three young bloods to look after and until they are strong enough to stand on their own you are not allowed to leave them. The guild will take them as family if anything was to happen but you are not to look for death.

Go home Arno sleep and look at the faces of your young bloods and let them give you purpose."
(Arthur)
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[01:16] Three children. That was correct; Jin had left him three children in her absence, now. Three knights to be; and he had to protect them. Each would've been three years old, now; they were triplets, after all.

Slowly, their hulking form can be seen shifting to the side, dragging their boots as they walk north.

"...I need to find Jin's flames. I must have them, so that my armor can be forged within her efforts. That in her absence, I shall carry her memories and efforts to my grave."

"Do me one favor; Arthur. Allow me to complete that final plan her and I shared. Should you see the Azure or Black flame; let me know."

With that said, unless halted; Arno begins pressing on, towards Theria.
(Arno Kriemhild)
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[01:18] Arthur says, "You take care Arno, rest for them at least."
[01:18] Lilith observed the miraculous scene with silent silver eyes...
(Lilith Viveiros)
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[01:19] Lilith Viveiros asks, "... Mm?"
[01:20] Demios had arrived apparently witnessing the end of a fierce bout between Arthur and Arno.
The pain eminating from Arno was palpable, a pain Demios knew all too well, that sense of loss and emptinesss.
Thoughts of his late wife Skadi rang through his mind for a moment as he observed the collosal man.

As Arthur spoke, his words of the children left behind in the wake of tragedy, one passed and potentially one yet to come, if Arno exerted the desire he currently expressed.

Demios had lost family today, the sting of it still prickling at his nerves, but witnessing this fresh pain, made him long to hold his daughter Sapphire.

His eyes diverted to the mountain, towards his home, before returning to the two men.

The titan began his march home under his own steam, Demios wouldn't try to hold him, mearly giving him knowing look, as the memories of his own pain resonated with him.

His attention was then brought to Arthur, a strange visage, having become far more drake than he'd witnessed any other drakanite achieve, now fading back to his usual self.
He would linger, see if his friend required assistance.
(Demios Arborea)
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[01:22] Arno Kriemhild says, "...Until the sky is bluer, and the grass is greener."
[01:25] The doctor watched the man walk back to theria he made sure he was on the path to get where he needed to be before he staggered and dropped to his knees blood bursting from his lips as he tried to catch himself. Blood reder than he remember was on the ground as he tried to pulled himself up but he was weak. He should have done that the other times it had been helped by divine power this time he had forced the change out of his own blood. He knew drakanite biology better than anyone else on the planet but even he know there was only so much you could do before the body broke. But he needed to push it to see how much longer he would be able to hold the form and what was needed to make it happen.

Turning his head to look at his surrounding finally as he spied cock and Demios. "Sorry ya had to see da was helping a man with a bit of anger management ya know?"
(Arthur)