Awakening of Violence

After making the realization that they were not here for Lisa'belle, but Elren, Coraline from her place in the air waltzes forward as if she were on the ground. Intrigued pink eyes flit between both girls. The vampire's head tilts ever so slightly, her torchlight potion causing the fangs and teeth exposed in her wide grin to gleam.

She leans in close to each girl's face, far too close for comfort to get a good look. Her hands fold behind her back, and she moves in a silly fashion, like a hyper kid. Straightening up, she continues to beam down at them as she speaks in a high-pitched, bouncy voice full of enthusiasm.

"Wow, Elren, you didn't tell me you had friends coming! If I had known, I would've had something planned today or something- your fellow Vanmansions could've had a kickass party to attend!"

"Weeell, I apologize for my thrall's lack of insight,but I'll do my best to make you guys feel welcome anyway! I'm Coraline Invidia! I'd offer to take you all to my tavern, have a drink and some fun, but I'm afraid I'm on my way to my best friend Lisa'belle's new house. We're going to drink some WINE."

She falls back beside Elren, slipping her arm around his shoulders and pulling him tightly to her. A pale hand comes up to pet his head like a dog, and Coraline apparently finds such amusement in this that she laughs. Her laugh is loud, obnoxious, and long, echoing through the mountains and assaulting the ears of everyone unfortunate to hear it.

"I think what Elren said would be best, yeah! He's having fun here, aren't you, Mr. Commander? Wouldn't wanna miss out on your reward- was planning on giving you some when we got up to the manor! You guys should see him when he feeds- like a thirsty little slut, desperate for a drop."
(Coraline Invidia)

A drumming sigh, as the girl took a step back, before taking to flight. Lifting upwards, a mix of gravity magic and the wings themselves kept the girl aloft.

"As I was saying... I did wish to invite you for wine. I have a brewery I wished to tour you of."

A lower sigh now, as a mask of bone cocked to the side.

"Sadly, it is as Coraline says. Discussions are of priority to be taken place. I do not know what will happen next, however, it is not my business. You are welcome at my winery, Bei."</font
(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)

So the scouts weren't wrong.

Elren is, in fact, a captive in the Ravenshire. A pity. And here he thought that all of his plan would come to fruition just fine... alas, the protective nature of Adjudicator towards his people was not something that could be denied, and whether that's something that would bring forth the trouble or not, that remains to be seen.

But the Red Prince stepped in.

"Party's over."

Boldly, he strutted over towards Elren and Coraline, and in the moment's notice, an unseen force yanks him out of her grasp, the sheer touch of the said force almost burning against Coraline, if she dared resist. This was no wind, no simple magic that she's seen anywhere else, but something else.

Almost an otherworldly energy.

"Who captured him? Speak up."
(Arthur Rowan)

Ashera picks up Sugarcap Mushroom.


 "Arthur, Rea."

 There is a suffocating feeling within the air. A moment, where she finds herself beginning to choke upon her own words - as if incapable of truly fathoming what the vampires had spoken of. Clinging to Elren within this manner, parading him around infront of the high commanding officers. Surely...Surely, she knew that the lot of them most certainly wouldn't let these things slide within the future. If only for the moment, a grimace would have appeared - "It seems that...Mhh...We should talk for a little longer. These discussions are something that should be waited...Since he is our commander. I believe it's more important and I'd rather avoid trouble." She says while stepping forward - her gaze darkening considerably..

 Elren fed upon a vampire?
 Were they planning on turning him into one of them?

 A tongue passes underneath fang...The amethyst glitz around her being brightens briefly as she shakes the thoughts from her mind. "I believe that - mmh - we should attempt to barter for his freedom. In exchange of Elren, what is it that you desire?"
(Bei Bei)


Arthur Rowan says, "You are not Adjudicator of Valmasia, Bei. I am."

Arthur Rowan asks, "I demand an answer. Who captured him?"

Bei Bei says, "..."

Neo says, "Listen to her."
Bei takes a single step back from the situation.
(Bei Bei)


Arthur Rowan says, "Do not tell me what to do, child. Least you wish for savages to overwhelm you easily, you will answer to my question."
Curiously looks at rurik and thinks. damn he is super pretty.
(Salazar Opalite)


Lisa'belle Rosethorn says, "....Keh."

Addanc says, "My oh my."

Lisa'belle Rosethorn says, "I can assure you, Adjudicator...."

Lisa'belle Rosethorn says, "It would be... Wisest, to listen to Bei."

Arthur Rowan says, "I do not think your two Elders, that now lie in ashes, would disagree with me."
The dragon-blessed rolled his eyes when Coraline speaks of him, and he shoves her with a push of his shoulder- in addition to Arthur's pull of chaos, then folds his arms over his chest.

This was...a situation, tense and easily prone to taking a dangerous turn, if it not had already.

"Enough of this nonsense. I was defeated by three of them, and taken in as a captive. But this-" A sharp, dragonic canine is exposed as his slitted eyes set on Arthur, "-is unecessary. Leave, immediately."

For your own safety, Elren thought.

"I will be in touch very soon."
(Elren Norric)


Erebus says, "..."
Erebus has slept too many vals to get involved...
(Erebus)


Erebus says, "<Zagan>"

Ashera asks, "Erebus, would you like to hunt?"

Erebus says, "No.. "

Erebus says, "Not now."

Ashera asks, "No?"

Ashera says, "Unforunate..."
Curiously pokes rurik's hair and hides near the big spider master.
(Salazar Opalite)


Ashera says, "Slave."

Ashera says, "Step out of line again. And I take your fingers."

Salazar Opalite says, "Sorry... boredom makes me do stupid things.."

Erebus says, "Mmmm, actually.."

Erebus says, "I wish to warm up a little first."

Ashera says, "Against me I take it? I'm not much in the mood."

Ashera says, "Zagan did best me however."
As the situation began to escalate, Obsidian took one step closer towards Caroline. He knew none of these people, but the red-headed male seems to be taking on quite the aggressive front.

His gray hues quickly dart over Neo, as if to tell the teen to be on guard as well. However, he didn't reach for his weapon, and his aura remained muted for the most part. The last thing he'd want to do is aggravate one of them, so he'd just stand beside her in silence.

One by one though, he'd scan each of the visitors, his eyes darting around them curiously and making sure to take an especially good look at the weapons they carried.
(Obsidian)


Erebus says, "Ah yes, Zagan is my prize Hunter.."

Erebus says, "Makes me want to 'only' collect rarities.."

Ashera says, "He is quite talented."
They come to Coraline's turf, and dare make demands?

Neo ain't having any of this, the massive 4 foot 6 boy floats eye level, getting into the face of the 'adujudicator'. His expression solemn. He's pretty offended.

"Nah. You ain't in the position to demand anything. Yuh-yuh. This ain't your turf, you can't do shit here. That's a fact. Now fix your act and ask nice- I don't want to blow you to bits, but you're really pushin' it disrespecting my Ma like that."

His words came off very toxic. The tension here was crazy, this Arthur guy had 'it'. The space around him was heavy, tons of pressure.

A strong force.

He'd turn his head to face his Ma. "Sorry if this is a bit much- I'll step back if you need, yuh-yuh." His look went back to Arthur, Neo was very sour.

"Your friend is smart, very. Yuh."
(Neo)


Erebus asks, "Who is this one?"

Ashera says, "No idea."
--A simple push of wind followed.

"Get out of my face."

Instead, his gaze turned towards Coraline, awaiting what she had to say for it. Neo was, unfortunately for him, absolutely disregarded.
(Arthur Rowan)

Bei simply extends a blade - blacing it between the Rowan and Neo...Unfortunately, duties must be upheld. "Please, take a step back."
(Bei Bei)


Erebus says, "Mmmm.."

Neo says, "I ain't doin' shit unless Ma says so."
Rurik contentedly watches. He doesn't seem much bothered by the foreign party causing the commotion, but he does keep watching.
(Rurik Draskovic)


Obsidian says, "Neo, the only thing this will accomplish is making Lady Coraline look bad.."
Coraline looks as if she's been struck upon the mentioning of the deceased elders, her grin flickering for just a moment. It returns as wide as before, but with a hint of fakeness and tension. With the addition of Elren being pulled from her arms to Arthur's side, this hint becomes less subtle- an obvious struggle to keep up her façade.

"Obsidian," she begins, voice dripping with faux cheer, "Go check around for other vampires, ghouls, thralls... Bring them here. Return quickly."

She takes a step forward upon the air to close in the gap created by their shifting backwards. There is no obvious malicious intent in her behavior and speech, but it insidiously dwells beneath the surface.

Clearly, she does not like it when her toys are taken away.

Her fingers snap, and she gestures for Neo to return back to his place.

"AH AH! NEO. DOWN. HEEL. Good boy! Get back in line, let ma do the talking, okay?~"

"'Twas I who captured him, yaha! Nice to meet you - Arthur, was it? Think I caught that in the conversation! On the contrary, I think the party's just starting!"

"That's all said and done, though- Elren's quite happy here! He likes it. He's happy and has fun. I don't want anything in exchange for him- he's amusing! My neeeew pet."

"Wanna show them the new trick you learned, Elren?"

Lifting her arm to her mouth, she uses her fangs to slice open her forearm. There is no hesitation, implying that this is a well-practiced action. The blood flows from her wound, dripping down unto the snow below. Her arm is dangled out before her towards Elren, ensuring it's right there within his view. Her other hand is used to pat her thighs as she bends over midair, taking on a patronizing voice like one would with a dog.

"C'meeeere, boy! C'mere!! You wanna treat? Hmm? Hmmmm?~"
(Coraline Invidia)

"No problem, Ma."

The boy floats right back to the side. He's still pretty mad, hopefully he gets to shoot a dude or three.

(Neo)

To say that Elren had a handle on himself in this situation was true, but there were certain limits. And when the vampire referred to him as a pet, when she exposed the tempting, unnatural flow of red fom her arm, hovering above him, a line was crossed and something snapped within him. Despite the addictive properties of the lifeblood, something else overpowered it by far.

Anger.

"Shut up," the drakanite scowled, seething smoke escaping his nostrils, "...Screw it."

Flames ignite around his arms, then a sudden gust of heat exudes off of him, winds sent in every direction- wisps of gold emerge from his shoulders, and two great, silver-scaled wings burst out a moment later. Then he ascends up, and aims to send a heavy punch diretly into the gut of Coraline.

"Attack."
(Elren Norric)

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as Coraline gave him the order. This could mean that either she predicts things will escalate further than this...Or she wants to attempt and scare them away with the threat of numbers. Regardless, the boy nodded his head and took a quick step back.

Around this time, most of the Lords and Ladies of the land were usually out going about their daily lives --so there was a little concern as to how much people he could actually bring back.

As he turned on his heel to walk away, the teen heard something...off. An order of attack..? From Eleren no less?!
(Obsidian)

Ah, of course.

They seem to be willing to overwhelm through sheer numbers, which is understandable- all of Valmasian magi were formidable, enough to even take upon the Elders of Vampires. To some extent, despite the already evident advantage in numbers, that may be their salvation.

Yet, despite the Chaos thrumming in his heart and mind, despite the evocation for violence rumbling in his soul, he was not quick to resort to bloodshed. The wishes of his people were taken in account as well, even if partially.

"Elren is manipulated. Do not try to twist your words as if he's truly happy here. I don't need a man of my army to serve here as nothing but a dog."

And yet, he sees what Elren does just now. Part of him finds relief in the fact that he's not, in fact, truly lost to this, but the tug of otherworldly energy pulls him at Elren once more, enough to stop his attack, and let Arthur utter more.

"I am taking him home, and you're not stopping me."

"Do otherwise, and you will regret your decision."

The Storm was coming. Gathering over their head, the thunder roared in the fury that beckoned for violence, and lightning struck somewhere atop the building just behind them. The rain poured, and the red locks of Adjudicator covered the scarlet hues, in a glow of dark atmosphere that suggested naught but death.

Theirs.

"Do not make me argue or repeat twice."
(Arthur Rowan)


And what is there to say about her own commander being treated as if he were some type of 'puppy'? There was a strange reaction - the fluttering heart blossoming within anger, the virulent miasma of occultism swirling about within her very being. She knows that this...Was supposed to be the way things were within the first place. She knows that this had resulted within ill-feelings and decadent wishes. The heart flutter within her chest....The blade that is extended lifts within the direction of those that are involved..

 Ametyhst flames roll forward and with Elren's statement...She does just as a loyal follower would do. She launches forward - a bestial scream spilling past her lips, the world promising to blossom into a brilliant inferno. Battle. This is what she lived for.

 Battle.

 This is what she had learned to love within her time on Agartha.
(Bei Bei)

So, the effects of that blood is made apparent, and the story unravels. From how they taunt, to the very means in which her patience is tested.

There is a glare made towards all the faces present, how they crowd and thrive off one another in a setting where the odds were in their favor.

"Pathetic... Little vermin whom can't stand on their own deserve far less than an agreement from me, or from our Adjuticator"

Her patience, it had long since ran thin, and now is the day the façade cracks. Rea, no longer cared, and if now was the time to take the gloves off, she did so with vigor.

The ethereal energies within her grip tug softly upon those that stood before her.

"We will be taking him, that is the ultimatum."
(Rea Valenta)

Arthur might or might not stop Bei Bei too... depends on what Coraline says...
(Arthur Rowan)

"...Ekh. How foul. I did not ask for this turn of events..."

The girl took to diving-- Swooping in between Elren and Coraline as to mitigate the punch. She did not catch it-- However, her now crystalline crimson wings took to folding in front of her.

"How very.... Stressful. I wished only for a glass of wine and discussion. This is a true, true tragedy."

A gaze was turned-- Cocked, towards Arthur, with the skull of a ram tilting.

"I will say... Elren was the one to attack. Perhaps the discontinuance of hostilities would be most wise for your relations with these individuals. Sadly, for once, I must involve myself-- Out of tire, alone..."

"I wish Valmasia no ail, of course... And despite this conflict, you may always join mefor wine, Bei and company."


(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)

Ace is now observing Zagan


Shiva asks, ". . .?"
Ace is now observing Zagan

Though Arthur stops the punch before it could make contact, Coraline looks stricken, an expression of shock of disbelief aimed at the Drakanite. It's as if she can't comprehend this turn, and the 'betrayal' reminds her of the balled up note contained somewhere within her cloak. A few tears even prick at her eyes, but they are quickly blinked away in hopes that the aggressors would not see them. In lieu of tears, a hot and burning anger becomes evident in her eyes. The pink within grows brighter and brighter until she only has glowing orbs in her head. They turn on Arthur, her voice becoming sharper and twisted as she shouts.

"THAT'S MINE! I CAUGHT IT! FAIR AND SQUARE!"

An aura of depraved magic grows around her, and a clone slinks about, having appeared from nowhere. The second Coraline's eyes glow as well as she prowls and hisses like a big cat, circling the trio and baring her fangs.

The swords from both their backs are drawn, the cursed blade blessed by Father Bauk and Cain calling for blood. That which was the bane of vampires, was their foundation; it must be spilt. In the name of Cain, in the name of Bauk, in the name of Seawatch's reputation as a city that may not be taken lightly.
(Coraline Invidia)

Mistake.

To steal from Adjudicator of Valmasia? Unforgiving. No longer does he restrain Elren, and seeing that she refuses to comply, he does not restrain Bei Bei either- in fact, the Storm above them collapses over the heads of unfortunate, immediately seeking to strike down Coraline where she stands.

A single order given.

"Attack. Retrieve Elren. Remove anyone who stands in our way."

And those who dare? Just like anyone else, they will be struck down.
(Arthur Rowan)

Okay then.

The boy began sending shots to Elren's direction. The raw energy was stained- a bright purple. He wouldn't stop pulling the trigger, of course that wasn't it.

With his free hand he'd clench it into a fist placing a heavy burden on every valmasian present- he wasn't the most powerful Magi, but it was definitely felt.

A part of him thought of this being his fault, though he didn't care. He loves his Ma. She's all he has.

'Guess the party's on.'

The battle taking place looks difficult, with Elren being able to handle three people at once. Neo has faith in his new found abilities. Things were different then.

Neo's fresh, new, and ready to blow these Valmasians to bits. Too many times he's been disrespected by their people. It's time they learn a thing or two.

This is of course if everyone starts fighting... If things calm, Neo would retract his weapon and stand idle.
(Neo)

With the order for attack, Obsidian stopped cold in his tracks, a brilliant aura of light enveloping his form in an instant along with a heavy pressure being exerted from his form.

He...did what?!

With no hesitation whatsoever he grabbed the large weapon from his back and vaulted towards the Drakanite with a wild look in his eyes.

"You filthy...mongrel!" he exclaimed, moving the thing back and forth, hacking wildly in Elren's direction. Gone was his serene and graceful form; his pattern of attack now resembled rushing river littered with large boulders --crashing back and forth with every turn and only picking up more momentum.

"You'll pay for that..!"
(Obsidian)

The Vampire stood idly by.

Of course, if one of the Elders had made the decision to halt the Valmasians, perhaps Addanc would have acted. However given that their 'leaders' had not ordered them to attack the Valmasian's representatives, he had no reason to risk anything. Not yet at least.

Instead he simply moved to a more convenient position, a hand laid on the sheet of his blade. An insincere smile would curve his lips, a crimson gaze laid upon the Valmasian 'guests'.

"How... Peculiar."
(Addanc)

Oblivious and bored, the archon had scurried throughout the area of Valmasia in search of, Joy. However, to it's avail. It'd found nobody. Forcing such a being to go about residing its presence elsewhere until said induvial could be found.

Up, north. To the freezing cold. A more, silent area it had expected things to be. "Hrm. . . What. Is. This?"

The archon mumbled, reaching for the blade along its back. As it watched the hostilities begin to flair between both parties. A partial interjection made. Before the Archon would decide to either intrude or. . . Allow things to occur.

"Am going to say, once. Yes? Need not be, leader of this settlement to endorse that any violence between all. Will become problematic in the future. As many bodies as there are on these lands. It should be first and foremost. The south that lose numbers. Yes?"

To doubt it's words wouldreach any. But a tough choice was to be made here. . . Watching as this conflict seemed to brew into what could presumably become, a war.
(Shiva)

Despite the maimed leg, and the lack of a weapon, Elren felt confident fighting alongside his fellow knights of the Order--each of them was at his level, and it quickly became apparent that the vampires and their thralls were outclassed.

The drakanite's sights were locked on Coraline. Arccs of silver flame lapped forward with each motion of his hands, cosmic and fire intertwining to form his brand of starfire magic--turning the snow beneath them into a thick, scalding steam, as he pursued dilligently...

"You did this," Elren seethed, "And now you will pay the consequences." All of the abuse he had suffered was released in a passionate display of magic, but there was something else at his side...

--Preventing his hands from wrapping around Coraline's neck.

Neo.

"Away, pest," Elren saidwith venom, slamming the boy hard in the chest amidst the battle- a cosmic-powered fist right into his gut, followed by the other hand, which sent a blast of fire at him. But the drakan's claws shot through the flame, grabbing ahold of the beaten boy's collar, holding him there like a ragdoll.

Then he looked to Coraline, a smile on his lips.

"...It was indeed fun, Coraline, but bye for now." A flutter of his wings took him up into the air, with Neo being dragged along. It was victory, but the opportunity for escape was narrow now--no doubt more vampires and their servants were flocking toward the area following the moment of chaos.
(Elren Norric)

There were some growing concerns with how this battle was unfolding. Despite it's connections with Valmasia. It would most troublesome now to return to said location at whim.

But a costly side-effect. An exhale of pure, raw. Occutlism eased from the being lips. Pressed into a tight frown as their brows burrowed in distain.

Not how expected things to occur. . . Now, vampires may prove to work alongside Gaiar, in Future. Hrm. . .

Mere thoughts, but thoughts that plagued the demon nevertheless. "Not, expected. . . Not expected." Nibbling on its tail, chomp after chomp, as pieces flew left and right. Dissipating into nothing, but ash before falling to the floor.

Hmph.

And like that, it would depart. Rather unsure how to proceed. A talk, likely would occur soon enough.
(Shiva)

This was no time to show remorse or hesitate.

The moment Caroline admitted that she would not resolve this peacefully, like the bastion of Azrael himself, the knights of the Order of the Morninglord clashed against the vampires and their thralls, their Adjudicator fighting alongside them; the waves of water, the arcs of lightning, and the overwhelming, dazing energy of the World itself.

The Arcane.

Fighting as furious beasts, the scarlet hues traced after each and every target he needed to take down, the form of Adjudicator jumping across the fields thanks to the speed granted from Storm- the course of lightning flowed through his muscle, each step greatly empowered and leaving the shockwave behind - eventually, his true power emerged.

Floating up amidst the battle, the scarlet hues of Adjudicator flowed a mix of blue and red, his arms gathering the nature itself in his arms, as the final thunder roared, promising the defeat to them with its voice.

"You will regret this."

Within a moment, the winds were raised, the crackling of electricity spread throughout the fields, raising each and every of them on the winds, trapped mid-air, only to shred them in the sharp gusts of wind and feed them full of lighting. And Arthur? He acted like a conductor of that electricity, each current of the Storm passing through him - and then, onto his victims.

The Storm Prison.

"Now begone."

A singular blast of the Chaos itself, and the Vampires and their thralls had no choice but to be separated from each other, the sheer power of bent reality forcing them backwards. It seems that Elren took care of the captive, and to that, we spoke.

"Now, we shall return to our home." - the scarlet eyes turning onto spectators, - "Anyone seeking to stop us will regret their decision dearly."

The baritone of his voice echoing with the thunder of the Storm above, rumbling threateningly, promising to unleash itself once more, should anyone dare to stop Valmasians.
(Arthur Rowan)

Rea has immediately seen that the odds were in their favor when faces were accounted for. Her focus starts with Caroline, and the ethereal energies at her disposal are tugged upon to empower whatever blows left her rifle.

It's only in brief encounters, but those that stood before her are swept away in the cold grip of Arcane, knocked aside by its power, and subsequently devoured by the vicious pull of gravity whenever they had decided to step too close to the dark orb which is left behind in her means of conquest.

Yet, such was not the worse that could fall upon an individual which happens to meet the Azraelite's gaze. No, when all is made clear, and her focus catches on to the leading figure.

She reaches out, tugs upon the lifestream in command of a single blow. The cold embrace of its ethereal energies seep into Lisabelle, inviting discord within her very being tearing, ripping, distorting the world around her until the all that had been gathered isexpelled in a devastating blow, the blood mage forced back from the vicious blow and no longer capable of fighting.

For those that came after, the remnants of her energies would be utilized in order to keep them still, each falling one after another until the Valmasian found refuge in her means of departing.

There was not else that needed to be said. Elren would return, and those responsible for this tension would be forced to recollect upon what had went wrong today.
(Rea Valenta)

Power.

 It only comes to those that are hungry for it. It only comes to those that are willing to sacrifice both body and mind for the sake of a vicious, sickening battle. Even when all hell breaks loose - she finds that she is amongst the wreckage, wings of fire and brimstone, the impact of her blade slamming deeply against the chest of each being within the area. She rocks the vision, upturns the foundations, and with swift, precise kicks that resound across the snow upon impact...One could say that her intent was nearly lethal.

Crkkt…

Bone snapping underneath the weight of muscle and sinew...The infusion of cosm bursts angrily through her being as she reaches her own ascension. Not just through desperation, but through sheer anger. To speak of her commander in such a way...To command him as if he were some 'dog' was a voracious blow upon the pride. And it most certainly will not end there...

 Into the sky, can she be seen - her blade dripping liquid, the rose color thorning out into the snow as she speaks. "If only you had listened." To free him is something that they demanded. To discuss what might've caused these issues would have been easier but...Greed is greed, and she knows a thing or two about the importance of bodies.

 In the end though - this most certainly spelled the beginnings of war. Where the promise of pain lingers within her cerulean gaze....Where she no longer sees these people as allies....But instead, enemies whom she planned on facing in the very near future. But will it come to that? Will more be exchanged?...

 It all will be unraveled soon. Though, there is disappointment. For Gaiar's interference....But, expected. Hm.
(Bei Bei)

He loves it.

The battle, the blood, the chaos. It's amazing and as the fight begins his smile grows. Shots fired everywhere- but his main focus was the Drakanite. He's done enough.

His endless assault on Coraline just couldn't happen for long. Neo used everything in his kit to break him away. A crushing force of gravity- cosmic meteors slamming into his back. Any and everything Neo had he threw at the male.

"Yo... YO! STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MA!!!"

His smile faded, anger, hate- any thing related to bad emotions plagued the boy's mood as he shouted and screamed slurs and curses. He was so upset that his words weren't even audible.

Oof.

The punch opened his eyes- literally and in a figurative sense. He isn't the best. Not yet. He isn't strong. It hurt a shit ton, and from his previous encounters he felt the shadow of death looming over his young soul.

Still, he cannot look weak in front of a crowd. The boy shows no signs of pain- he felt it though. Biting on his lip.

The snow stained crimson as he bleeds.

Elren seemed to be taking off with the boy and He didn't want that, not one bit. He cared not for the blood, he didn't even aspire to be a ghoul anymore. He was serving to make Ma proud.

He's young only 15. So yea as much as he hated looking weak there were tears.

 'I just wanted to talk to Ma. I just wanted to say I loved her... Damn. Times are tough.'
(Neo)

From the very beginning, Lisa'belle was less than interested in fighting. She did not want to enter combat.

She felt the wrath of her actions.

Rea had struck her with something that was not magic... Something she knew, that she had felt on countless other occasions. A blood curdling scream came from the girl as she fell from her placement within the air, colliding with her shoulder into the ground.

It surged-- Convulsed within her, wringing nothing but true pain from her essence.

No words came from the girl as she aggressively bit her lip-- Drawing copious amounts of blood. It hurt, and it hurt... Leaving Elizabeth to lay within the feet of snow, sputtering, as chaotic energies never receded.

And despite it all? She did not hate the Valmasians, her offer standing for wine...
(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)

Struggling to her feet, pushing herself up by her sword, Coraline looked on with anger and even fear as Elren grabbed and took Neo. Tears once again blossom in her still orb-like eyes, shamelessly spilling down. She had already been gravely humiliated today; crying couldn't do much worse. Guilt rampaged within her as she stared over at Neo. Her shining star, a highlight of her day, the thrall she would have picked to become her next ghoul if anything had happened to Solomon.

She wanted to do anything in her power to free her thrall from the other, the 'traitor', but knew it was futile with the massive power imbalance. Weak from the battle, Coraline is forced to only look on and be accosted by her swarm of negative emotions.

She shouldn't have played with Elren, should've slaughtered him on the spot. It would've been an action a true vampire would take, but she had chosen to do it her own way, thinking everything would be alright. Now, here she was - Lisa'belle, an ally of Gaiar, was gravely injured, Bauk and Cain's name was slandered, the city of Seawatch was put to shame, and she had lost both remaining thralls.

A pathetic, humiliating, embarrassing idiot she was- one that ruined everything. Every achievement of herself and the people around her would be laughed at.

There was nothing left for her to do but cry and embrace such patheticness.
(Coraline Invidia)

The battle was extremely hard fought --but unfortunately rather one sided for the vampiric folk. One by one they all charged in to fight and similarly, they all fell at the hands of the Valmasians.

Obsidian dashed through the snow, using his control over water magic to coat his shoes in a thin layer of liquid, allowing him to slide through the icy terrain with ease. For the most part, it allowed him to dodge the massive meteors made of cosmic energy that rained upon them.

However, no matter how valiant his efforts were, it was too much for the boy to keep track of. There was simply too much going on. He felt the tugging of gravity on his body. The assault of flames cascading his form. Bae's blade occasionally being swiped in his direction...But most of all, the threat of the storm and the furious assault of the arcane.

It was enough to bring the boy down to his knees and eventually laid him out on the battlefield.

As Neo was plucked from the fight, ahand was raised into the air and reached in his direction.

"Hrk...Leave him alone you bastards..!" he grunted, slowly getting onto one knee now.

"Why don't you all pick on someone your own size.." he questioned, the tip of his scythe lodged into the ground as he leaned up against it for support. Funny though, Obsidian and Neo looked to be about the same age.

Limping forward and dragging his scythe behind him, he'd approach Elren, very very slowly, but menacingly.
(Obsidian)