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[18:47] Arthur took a second as he looked down the length of his blade towards the man that had marched with the arm to take his land. The land they had earned by right from the good. This was not a war because they thought that they were right this was a war because they were mad that Thrianns kept there word. Because they could not push their religion on to the that we looked to be free and that freedom was what they were going to fight for on this mountain in the sight of the great dragon himself. 

He dragged his thumb along his sword letting it bit into the flesh as he called the wind to the blade letting it generate the pressure that he would need to fight. He called to the force of the tempest to work with the steel to make it hit with he power of a hurricane and to shake the earth. Letting it rest along his forearm as the wind moved over his wings, over his feathers as he funneled it down to his sword. He was Arthur wood cutter and medic and he was a Thrian that was breed to fight the good fight for the freedom of the mountain. 

"I do not know you but I know you are following a man that has brought you to the mountain for lies and for property. This is not a holy war as they well you this is a war for politics and a war for freedom. I can not will not allow you and yours to take this mountain. For that we will fight."

He wood cutting medic had said his piece as he looked at the knight and waited for he fight to come. Blood would soak the ground that was the way of things it was the way of Theria.
(Arthur)
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[18:51] The Osronans commence their charge.

As the others go forward he follows and draws his sword. Quickly engaging a few of the non-magi soldiers and handling them with ease without the assistance of magic. Instead relying on his raw strength to maim or kill mercilessly.

This was as true as combat would ever get. His first.

To spill the blood of others sent a rush of adrenaline throughout his body -- bloodline awakening the more he wreaks havoc on the battlefield. He was meant for this. Grinning from ear to ear and even beginning to laugh he continues forward...

Until stumbling across a magi that stands in his way. He'd stop and look them over. Though he isn't scared in the slightest, he is careful in confronting them. Listening as they speak, pointing their sword and summoning a tempest.

"Hehe... Don't care if this war is holy or not! I only care that this is war! I been waiting for too long!"

A hand then moves into the confines of his cloak and pulls forward a crimson vial. It is opened with the flick of his thumb and he downs the contents. A burst of pure, unbridled rage coming around him as he does.

And then comes a sudden flicker of lightning and the summoning of his own violent waves. The empty potion thrown aside and his hand back to the sword as his other is, his body adjusting into a battle stance. He is ready.
(Uhli)
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[18:54] {Lost Dangerous RPB against Uhli}
[18:54] * You have been awarded 2 Roleplay Points! *
[18:54] ** Uhli has inflicted an injury upon Arthur. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[19:13] They hadn't the strength to disallow him.

The distance between them is quickly closed and his assault begins. Enraged and faster by the winds, they are unfortunate to stand in his way. His attacks are overwhelming by all means.

Each swing of his sword swinger than any they could muster. His reflexes fast enough to dodge them and parry too. Winds more violent to break away at their tempest. And then there is the sudden excruciating pain of lightning.

"Haha! If all of Theria is this weak, the mountain is ours! Stupid to not listen to our King!"

He laughs and taunts them before suddenly sending his sword forward -- stabbing with full intentions to pierce their heart and end their life as he'd done to the many other soldiers just before. It meets their chest... But barely misses its mark. Instead breaking ribs and tearing into their lung.

But it isn't something he knows. He only felt and saw his sword sink into them, then he sends a sudden kick towards them. Sending their body flying across the battlefield and into the toughness of the nearby mountains. 

And then he begins off under the illusion that he had finished them. To continue his enraged onslaught.
(Uhli)
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[19:25] Arthur moved but there was a limit to hos fast the man was able to moved to be able to fight. He could push his wind against his Uhlis but even then it wasn't enough the man had storm on his side and he was only hitting him with the force of the tempest. Each strike sent him back as he jumped back into the match he wanted able to keep up that was the problem. 

His feet work was getting sloppy his actions were getting slower he could take enough damage to fight a mountain. But there was a point a point that even his body couldn't take and his body broke as he moved ad he moved right into the mans sword. As it went into this body he didn't feel it until the wind stopped and he looked down, it was close. It was so close to his heart as he spat up some blood.

Grabbing the sword as he his fingers dug into the steal as he pulled himself to his feet. He felt the kick sending him off the blade and into the mountain the stone breaking under him.

"You will never break the mountain." 

The man was long gone but the words need to be said and he would say them
(Arthur)