Public Awakening

[21:12] A slur of projectiles rain down from above, as Bruno, Ryker and Cyril's trajectories are cut by a rain of holy lance like constructions. Searing, sacred flames digging into the dirt and scorching a horizontal line, one that effectively walls him from passing.

And midair, suspended by flight, is Orodyn - accompanied only by the latched-on figure of the lapine.

Soon enough, his demeanor can be traced as hostile. Judgmental. Unforgiving.

"Minerva." He chants down, a jaw now tightened, mutating into a fang-flashing grimace.

"What became of her...?"

Nostrils curling, becoming wrinkled in distaste.

A purple stare that looms down upon the Barsburgian nobles, counterlight. So distant.
(Orodyn Vartuul)
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[21:15] "... I see soldiers out beyond their walls." Would come a voice as he broke through that line of dense forestry. Men and women which had paraded around as human when little more than machinery turned within their mind. Nothing more than a roll of his eyes as he soon fell in line, foul winds churning that corrupted stardust around his figure.

Though he dared not so much as raise that weapon. Stood at the side of Shining Sparkle, watching with a sense of intrigue as Orodyn made his stride forward.

"Machines parading around in suits of flesh. Emotionless and ambitionless as ever, I can not imagine such a fate." Spoken as a glance was soon offered towards that woman at his side. The very same which he had shown even the smallest amount of humanity, now being looked upon as though they were a fellow comrade.

"Aren't these the ones you have consistently beaten down, Shining Sparkle?"

A simple question, followed by a devilish grin.
(Lannis Grimmore)
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[21:16] Bruno's path needed no holy might to cut off his way. The moment enemies were sighted right outside of Achyon was the moment he'd turn to them. Blue eyes laid upon the Drakanite's purple own sharing a certain lack of care. At least that's how cold it would feel when gazing upon the Aertas' countenance.

"After the other Dragonlord came to strip her of her title and any association with the temple we informed her of such. She mentionned her desire to leave the order regardless, then bemoaned she had nowhere to go home to now. Following a proposal where she would lend her strength to the Empire, she decided to insult, threaten, and insult once more a number of out residents.

The High Council made use of her as a test subject due to her having no worth."
(Bruno pyr Aertas)
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[21:18] Bruno pyr Aertas says, "I do have a question for you."
[21:18] Bruno pyr Aertas asks, "Have you come to surrender or do you bring a peace offering?"
[21:18] From a higher vantage point, it was easier to look for what they'd come for. Instead it appeared they'd be stumbling into something that was normally a bit less desirable.

It was just her luck. Then again, she more or less had come to expect the unexpected.

The rabbit squints at the assembly of Achyon soldiers and permitted Orodyn to do the talking this time. She'd remain firmly latched to him all the same.

A glance is paid to a certain redhead in his approach.

"That's not saying a whole lot, Lannis Grimmore."
(Shining Sparkle)
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[21:18] Unable to catch a break, as a barrage of projectiles launched from the heavens, promptly putting an end to their expedition before it could truly begin!

Paying a disinterested glance to the suspended Drakanite, He'd slowly drew breath upon hearing that inquiry.

"That Drakanite that your kin abandoned..?" Abandoned. Forgotten. The Aertas' faintly recalled Minerva's praises of her kin within that cell.

So hopeful.

Only to be shattered.

"Actions have consequences."
(Cyril pyr Aertas)
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[21:19] Hostilities usually occurred when he was least expecting them to, didn't they? Whenever he went searching for violence he never found it, and yet it invariably found him in some way or matter. The holy flames which blocked the trio from moving on causing the Docro to laugh out loud in a riotous manner as if he found the situation simply too funny to take seriously.

At last his relaxed form turn to spy within the skies both Orodyn and a particular hare latched onto him. The sight of a flying Lapine caused another round of laughter to escape him.

"They keep talking about the day when pigs fly but I guess I never thought I'd see a hare fly!" He exclaimed. Even in the face of Orodyn's apparent hostility, Ryker offered nothing more than a smug grin.

"Minerva? Minerva! Surely I know that name! Minerva. Minerva. Minerva." He chanted in mantra before a hand rose up with a snap of his fingers. "OH!HER!" Recognition came to his tone shortly after, the grin of his only growing in arrogance.

"You have your brother to thank you for that! He came and declared she was no longer a Dragonlord given she willingly turned herself in and APPARENTLY wanted to leave your little temple to go become a maid at the whore house!" He added, his facts backing up Bruno's own. A hand rose up, Ryker adjusting his own tie as he stepped forward.

"So Minerva got to taste a little gift of my whole making, NATURALLY! It was a show. You should have purchased tickets dragon boy!"
(Ryker pyr Docro)
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[21:19] Shining Sparkle says, "..."
[21:19] Shining Sparkle groans.
[21:19] Lannis Grimmore says, "... God."
[21:19] Lannis Grimmore says, "I can not imagine being born that insufferable."
[21:20] Bruno pyr Aertas says, "It would be a blessing if you were."
[21:20] Ryker pyr Docro exclaims, "I can't imagine being born ugly either. We get what we're given!"
[21:20] Cyril pyr Aertas says, "... Monologue away, Ryker."
[21:20] Ryker pyr Docro says, "I love choice monologues."
[21:33] "Neither." That solemn cadence can only be brought down to reason in its imperious cadence by the exuberant radiance of judgment it bears. An overwhelming current of distaste, the foreboding, up-building cry of his rejection. It all translates into the conspicuous gleam of the exorcist dragonlord's wings.

"Minerva has hardly been the one to abandon our kin, for she, as per her responsibilities, had failed miserably.

To willingly submit to you all, merely for a slither of a chance to form an alliance. To eventually be stabbed back, as per your ways dictate?"

A deep breath, one that gleams not air upon its exhaustive motion, but currents of hot air that distort vision in his wake, beckons his second statement.

"Your mistake was to make a doll out of our kin. A science project.

She may have failed us - but do you think yourselves capable of slighting the boon of a fireblooded regardless? To utilize their demise as a stab!?"

Ryker's dagger continues to mercilessly do so.

A grimace that mutates into a more overbearing grin now lingers atop his features. That solemn behavior becoming slightly less noble in contrast.

Fangs grow sharper. Golden ichor rains down from the corner of his eyes. His figure, tense and far less man-like. Enough so to make the girth of his golden scales shine through that pale complexion.

His failure to make things right. His failure to compensate, to bring forth judgment honorably. Instead, leaving a dragonlady to rot in some indecent anti-ritual.

In the zealot's rapturous wake, he forgets he's not alone.

"I oath I will bring forth your end as well... I promise it to be far less insulting!"

A third sacred lance takes shape, gripped by his dexter appendage.

"Worry not cogsmen! For you'll meet no god upon reaching the other side...

just like you wanted!"

With forceful torque, the magic made weapon is shot down to the trio.
(Orodyn Vartuul)
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[21:39] He'd stay true to his word. Even if Minerva could never be retrieved now, Achyon needed to pay nonetheless. Ryker's obnoxious taunting causes her to roll her eyes, yet Shining Sparkle herself doesn't feel a need to say much here.

She wasn't the main character on today's stage. It was none other than the religious man whose side she proudly stood by.

"Sorry, Goreli! I have a dear friend I need to protect right now!"

Her staff is seized and she readies herself for potential conflict directed her way. Or, if need be, she was simply prepared to make sure no harm befell Orodyn.

Perhaps she'd get to see Lannis Grimmore make himself useful again as well.
(Shining Sparkle)
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[21:40] It wouldn't take long before Bruno reached for the weapon behind his back, drawing it much like the Dragonlord had drawn his own weapon. There was no doubt that the Sergeant would have to act in a moment like this one. Enemies who stood far, far too close to their border were a cause for concern at the very least. These seemed to be far worse than something to be concerned about.

A shot was taken towards the winged one, a direct line towards him that sought to overwhelm before his allies could come to his aid, acting on a basis of military training that had been drilled into him along the years.

No words needed to be to be expressed. No apologies had to be given.

This was war, after all, was it not?
(Bruno pyr Aertas)
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[21:42] Well - He couldn't say he was shocked or even surprised by those actions.

Any which had desired for a peaceful resolution would not be allowed such. Winds which had carried along his cosmic Stardust now ever more potent as that lance had been thrown, idle hands tapping and pressing along the weight of his staff as it was Orodyn to push for that charge.

No, he would not be one to allow Orodyn to stand alone. Shining Sparkle right there at The Dragon Bloodeds side.

"Well... I suppose this was to be expected. You know how it tends to be." Grace having followed each action as that staff was pulled free, spun around within his hands as it too would be directed towards those soldiers. Mindless drones which new naught more than orders and machinery as their lone existence.

"One displaced cog is all it takes to bring down a machine."

Ready and ever willing to strike back.

Nay, to strike down this opposition before them.
(Lannis Grimmore)
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[21:43] "How disappointing. . ."

"She often claimed that the fireblooded valued strength, honor and valor. Yet, to so swiftly abandon kin in such a manner? What'd you all expect.. ?" For clemency? Achyon wasn't without immense cruelty.

"You doomed her to burn." - There wasn't much that the Corporal had to say. Neither overbearing dramatic like the Docro…

That revolver cleared holster-- "Let's not waste our time with more self-righteous bullshit... THIS IS WHAT YOU ALL WANT, RIGHT?!" A fight. Battle. Blood to flow.

Ready to fight. Although...

He felt, like Ryker was going to make a long-winded speech..
(Cyril pyr Aertas)
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[21:47] "OH!"

The cry comes as a revelation to the Vartuul's skyborne words before another laugh echoes loudly and without a single ounce of shame from the Sergeant's maw.

"You think she's DEAD! That's cute. Truly, wonderful, FANTASTIC! I take pleasure that you believe my concoctions are capable enough of breaking through your prickly pear like scales but ALAS! Not today. Perhaps, tomorrow." The Docro laments, a far off look taking his gaze before it soon snaps back onto the winged Drakanite looming above.

He had pricked a wound and he knew it. His grin bore wider as the fruit he so meticulously tortured ripened underneath his gaze. His hands remove themselves from his pockets and spread wide, as if making himself the number one target even as that lance takes shape. Eventually one hand does delve deep into his inner suit pocket withdrawing something. His fingers fidget with opening it, even as he speaks.

"You can very well try. It PROBABLY isn't going to go well for you though!" Amaranthine flames sprung to life and coloration around his form, and the only prompting and urging Ryker needed? Was the shot that rang out by his side. He had been told to only use it in emergencies and this so close to Achyon with the trio cloistered around them? Well, it wasn't necessarily an emergency but Ryker's innate sense curiosity deemed it so.

The envelope was opened and brought to his nostrils, a good inhale being given to the drug he had only just manufactured. Fresh product and as Ryker's head tilted back and away, allowing the empty container to flutter upon the wind. Bloodshot eyes were what glared up at the scorned Drakanite.

"I DON'T NEED A FUCKING SYNTHETIC PRESENT TO CALCULATE YOUR FUCKING ODDS!" He shouted his voice echoing through the thin forests as he took off, a blur zipping through the tree line. He bounced from one to the next, utilizing the increased speed to gain further and further height. To put him on the same playing field as the Drakanite.

(Ryker pyr Docro)
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[21:47] Well so much for negotiation! The dragonlord had delcared his intent alas zumurrud wasn't really surprised by it she know how hot headed they were and what the consequences would be after the experiments, Quickly gripping onto her sword she would quickly unsheathe it from her back, "Shit boys here we go again." She managed to say with a wide smile on her lips.

Finally some excitement even if the three fell before the dragonlord and company zumurrud wouldn't let this chance pass up. It was high time something would happen,

The spells flew across the field and chaos ensued she would giggle ever so slightly. to herself,

But alas she would act as reinforcements should the aetras and docro fell to the enemy before them.
(Zumurrud La'heba)
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[21:55] Violence. Though little more than a dainty entertainer on the outside, she was sufficiently trained for occasions like these. The foe was found herself up against was a new one- Bruno.

Through her natural wariness, curiosity fills the rabbit's amber eyes as she points her staff his way and puts on her best show winning smile.

"So! I don't think I really know you, but I feel like I've seen your face once or twice before! Got a name or at least a string of numbers I can call you by?"

One day, surely, she would find a soldier with at least a little emotion that wasn't aligned with sadism or murderous intent. Perhaps today would be the day.

...though it didn't change the fact he'd caught Yohuali once before.
(Shining Sparkle)
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[21:59] Where his aim had been to overwhelm it was clear one with equal allies could not be brought down in such a way. A shame. The girl's words did bring a few of his own as he forcibly was brought to face her away from the rest.

"We've met before.

I was the one who built and put those restraints on you."

Perhaps a name was far less meaningful than the cause of her lowest moment in life. His weapon was brought up and the first shot in her direction was made. He was far from being talkative, though each word she shared was one step closer to uncovering her weakness.

"Why do you defend him?"

It mattered little. The flames of battle were erupting.
(Bruno pyr Aertas)
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[22:07] {Won Dangerous RPB against Shining Sparkle}
[22:07] ** Bruno pyr Aertas has inflicted an injury upon Shining Sparkle. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[22:14] Euphoria.

Ryker's dilated stare, as his kitsune features and artificial enhancement become one, chase down the gallant flight of the drakanite in an onslaught of feral-like, though elegant twists and twirls. Ones in which he sees his blade as not merely an extension, but part of his figure.

Small, lithe and agile. Though no weaker by his predecessor an inch. Perhaps, the substance closing in the gap further.

"She's not dead...!?" The overzealous dragonlord inquires in shock, dropping his guard for a slither of a second.

Enough time for the kitsune to capitalize and shove him back brutally.

And that only sparks up his ire further - enough to breach the artificial gap back up.

"WORRY NOT! FOR YOU WILL BE REGARDLESS!"

The mythril artifact lights up in a radiant, blinding hue of gold. One that, by virtue of enhanced sight, Ryker cannot focus in on properly. For his pupils have become far too stimulated in the effect of the drug's wake.

"NO AMMOUNT OF TRICKS WILL PLACE YOU ON MY ECHELON, BOY. FOR OUR PRIDE SPEAKS LOUDER THAN YOUR COMPROMISES!"

And, like a javelin, another sacred fire spear barrels down, piercing through the adolescent's shoulder - searing him out of commission as a consequence.

No longer can he faithfully wield his sword.

His legs would still function regardless.

"BEGONE, ACHYONAN! WERE YOU TO TOUCH AS MUCH AS A SCALE? I'D SEE YOU PEELED OF YOUR PELT BY MY OWN BLADE!"
(Orodyn Vartuul)
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[22:16] Each shot that Bruno unleashed came at a steady rhythm. One after the other, trickling in. It wasn't an easy fight by any means; the bunny he faced seemed to be all too capable when it came to avoiding his most devastating blows.

Despite all of that the Aertas kept his calm, he kept his composure intact and played each card within his hand with a mastery few could claim themselves to be capable of. Distance kept. Mana conserved. Blows calculated - precise. Each and every single step he took was planned, using military tactics and showcasing the prestigious training he'd received in his youth.

They were at two opposite ends; where one saw freedom in the world that surrounded them the other saw freedom in the duty that was assigned to him. The Empire had granted him more freedom than he ever could imagine. More knowledge than he could grasp.

Why would one refuse to join their side?

"You never answered." He spoke in the midst of their battle. From within the shadows did the Aertas hide, lining up his shot from far, far away.

A booming noise rung in the forest, one reminiscing of a thousand birds chirping at once - the kind that would leave a mark upon the rabbit's chest the moment it would strike, unleashing a terrifying amount of electricity upon impact.

There was no man who could take a shot like that and go on.
(Bruno pyr Aertas)
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[22:28] It’d been a some time since she’d last tasted defeat on the battlefield. Though far from arrogant, Shining Sparkle had come to feel more confident against Achyon’s soldiers over the years. Yet when it came to fighting adults…

Things were never all that straightforward.

She remembers him fully when he provided his answer and her smile at once drops as a result, a newfound sense of resolve gripping her. It appeared he wasn’t as much of a stranger as she’d thought. Pleasantries were yet again little more than a waste.

Close as the match were, his magic made it difficult to keep up with him. The sheer power behind his blows was staggering and, in the end, he's able to find an opening to deliver a decisive blow to her.

With no time to dodge, she braces herself for the overwhelming quantity of electricity that surged towards her and threatened to overwhelm her all at once.

Her earthen armor crumbles away, yet the colliding electricity itself dissipates against her form and sends her skidding back far. A veil of dust is stirred up from the sheer force of the impact.

Who knew what might have become of her if she'd truly been fighting alone.

After a prolonged period of silence that left the result of the blow an utter mystery, within its depth rings out a solitary small voice.

"Why...?"

Dirty and defeated, the lapine steps forward and stands tall. Determination lies in her eyes and served as proof that, even after being knocked down, she hadn't truly given up.

So long as she remained free, her battle would carry on into the future.

"Because I believe in him."

A pause.

"...you never answered either, selfish Achyon human. I need to know who to defeat later. Who I will defeat!" Her smile was back and hands clench into fists at her sides.

She'd be ready for it.
(Shining Sparkle)
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[22:30] It was unlike anything he had felt prior to it, even that furious anger that seared up again and again was nothing in the face of that feeling after the Sylavanum truly made it's presence known in his body. The Dragonlord's guard drops and Frenzy finds purchase against him in the effect to shove him back during the course of their battle.

There's a lighter than air cackle that escapes from him now in that manic state of his, jades dilated widely within his sockets as he offers a pointed glare the Dragonkin's way.

"THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK! THAT'S WHAT YOU ALL THINK! GUESS WHAT?! JUST GUESS! GO ON AND GUESS FUCKER!" He practically snarled. Much as Orodyn's ire sparks up so too does Ryker's own. A clash of egos and of anger, propelled forth with weapon against weapon. Yet, something blinds the Docro. In that battle frenzied moment he's not sure what it is, but itwas from the very blade Orodyn wielded himself.

It distracts him.

The javelin fires down through his shoulder as he was mid-air leaving him to be launched downwards against the scorched earth with a limb spanning tumble before he stills. Blood coasts him, and despite the searing pain within his shoulder, his blade's hilt is transferred to his other hand.

For much as he deceived others, even his true dominant sword hand remained a mystery. He pushed himself up by virtue of Frenzy's tip embedding itself into the dirt below him. His right arm was limp at his side but even in the face of defeat he seemed nearly ready to charge headfirst into the fray again, mad as he was. Yet he doesn't sweep back in with his good arm. Instead he answers himself.

"SHE SCREAMED LIKE SHE WAS DYING THE ENTIRE TIME! I DID IT! I DID IT! I DID IT! I DID IT!" He cackled out loud, his head being thrown back in near blind joy. For he had to take responsibility. He had to make sure everyone knew it was him. He stumbled backwards, gangly limbs threatening to trip over themselves in the process of his drunken retreat. One thing became clear however.

Even in the Docro's mad state, he was still a danger. Even to a fully grown Drakanite who held an edge above him.
(Ryker pyr Docro)
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[22:35] "Bruno pyr Aertas."

He answered, keeping composure as much as he could while completely and utterly confused as to how his shot hadn't damaged the bunny. Regardless, his gaze caught onto something else. Something much, much more important.

His brother.

Under the canopy's guise would Bruno shift, slipping from shadow to shadow and moving himself right in Lannis' path. A single shot was unleashed from his rifle, one aimed directly at the Grimmore's forehead.

Few words were spoken, yet they held a venom Bruno had never quite displayed to the world.

"Release him. Right. Now."

The grass around his feet began withering, the grasp upon his weapon tightened up. This was no game.
(Bruno pyr Aertas)
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[22:41] Move.

Winds which had carried his movements and bullets had whizzed past the head of Lannis. When the very soul which had stood against Shining Sparkle came into existence, yet another blinding flash would carry him forwards.

Stardust zipping throughout those trees.

Gone in a flash, pieces of his shredded coat being all that remained from that barrage of bullets.
(Lannis Grimmore)
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[22:49] With Lannis being swifter than the wind Bruno found himself with the better option being shoved aside. His mind scanned the numerous hours of practice, test, theory, and training he'd undergone before his eyes caught the solution:

Orodyn.

All he had to do was to capture the man.
(Bruno pyr Aertas)
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[22:58] This... Was no good. This was absolutely not good at all. Bruno was completely overwhelmed by the magic that spilled forth from the Fireblooded. Each and every spear of holy energy struck him with more strength behind it that he could ever imagine. The injuries sustained against that rabbit were too much for his body to handle. His vision was blurring already. He could taste the iron in his blood all the way up to his mouth.

"I.."

Teeth came to a grit. A single look was given towards Achyon, thinking, weighting the options. Was it worth to throw it all away? To throw status, opportunity, and stability for the sake of his brother who had been taken away?

Absolutely.

"I'm sorry."

Who he was apologizing to was not clear. Perhaps someone had expectations of him, someone held him in high esteem and would detest to see him in such a state. Alas he had no other choice. The opportunity to retrieve Cyril would fly out of his grasp if he didn't properly take ahold of it. Right now.

Right now was the only chance.

A dozen of golden spears crashed right against him before a massive flash of light erupted from the point of impact. The holy energies finally found their match. A sickening, vile magic draped his person like no other could. The ground beneath his feet began decaying as the scent of Occult filled the air.

Without a moment's notice thunder straight from Hel was hurled towards Orodyn.
(Bruno pyr Aertas)
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[23:03] A sacredfire onslaught catches Bruno, juggling him with every blow to his figure. They seem nay set on killing, for now - but merely entertaining one's pursuer. How would he otherwise see the honor in abdicating the battlefield? Simply having taken down one out of them all? Hardly becoming of a man of his alture, wasn't it?

And, in a moment's hesitation, he witnesses Bruno's weeping. He sees the cold, machine-like exterior of what would be a man part-demi break into pensiveness.

Amethyst eyes narrowly fly off to the side, having made sure that Lannis was completely out of the vicinity, far thus gone with the Aertas hauled.

"... how sad." A slight shake of the drakanite's head, before the mythril saber lifts and lights up, invoking yet another gallant golden spear from his mana.

His polar opposite blooms in Bruno.The transmundane.

A wince, before he charges on... to catch lightning.
(Orodyn Vartuul)
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[23:08] {Lost Aggressive RPB against Orodyn Vartuul}
[23:08] ** Orodyn Vartuul has inflicted an injury upon Bruno pyr Aertas. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[23:20] And rapidly does the bout devolve from a one-sided massacre to something far more worthy of a duel proper. Now far more closely resembling a bleeding mess, the drakanite is forced to half-wing it, and time the intervals at which the Aertas can call forth the rippling cursed lightning.

Cursed energy expands outwards. Bruno, in wake of his untamed ire, becoming what Barsburg would have deemed a slave. No different from Orodyn. In terms that would have otherwise made him a third rate citizen.

An occultist.

And yet, no amount of thunder cages can keep the golden mockingbird trapped for long, for thunder and light move at widely different speeds.

One javelin shot through a blind spot sees the captive's brother not simply impaled, but pinned to the ground proper - as it stabs and slides down his knee down to his foot - setting anchor upon the soil. A root proper.

"Mayhap consider taking less prisoners." Karma? Possibly. Though it was rare for an Achyonan to hold belief on such trivialities.

An occultist, however?

"Feel free to send me your terms of surrender when you're ready."

With the bout drawn to a definite close, and before it could devolve into a third? Orodyn blitzes on away.

This was enough.
(Orodyn Vartuul)
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[23:28] It's only when letting loose that Bruno managed to even match his opponent. And when he did their bout was far, far more ferocious. Far more even. Far more violent. The shift in Bruno's style was one that anyone who had seen him fight before would notice; his spells and shots were aimed not to overwhelm but to inflict pain. Each and every single one of them.

It's with grit teeth and a visage bearing far more emotion than he was willing to show that the Aertas found himself trapped, pinned under a javelin of light searing through his skin, attempting to smite the very nature of his inheritance. He tried to move forward.

He tried to give chase.

"C-Come back!" He yelled, ordered, hoped.

One hand was gripping upon the spear of light, desperately trying to remove it while the other unleashed forth a volley of shadowbolts, all dripping with this vile energy that had the Drakanite pity him.

How foolish.

How insulting.

He'd kill him. He'd absolutely kill him one day. He vowed to in that moment.
(Bruno pyr Aertas)
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