Another Conflict Lost

Belfanur says, "Grunga."
Thim asks, "Sorry what did I just witness?"
Panic says, "Belfanur."
Thim says, "My name is Thim. I was just wandering what kind of thing that is."


The figurine hopped from side to side as it walked right behind the masked being - its form was burly and slimy, somewhat mutated, notably due to the large amounts of occultic energy it emanated from.

Perhaps some creature from the depths of the mire or the dreadwoods?

His visage, which was almost the same thing as his body, held a terrible grin with jagged teeth, while a tongue lolled out. Aside from a pair of white hues, dilated pupils that watched everything and everyone.

As expected.

Its hands held extremely sharp claws on it, while in one hand the being held a small shiv. A blade, probably to self defense.

He didn't understand the question, but he was staring at the one who stopped them, curious to know what he was looking for, "Grungir." The young demon made more primitive sounds, not properly words.

As it was still learning to speak.

(Belfanur)

Thim was still a bit confused scratching his head. He looked to the man beside he seemed to be able to explain the situation.

"I think I have to get a good explanation for this creature. You see I don’t take too kindly to demons. And his appearance does look quite demonic if I must say."

He readied himself incase any of them tried to attack.
(Thim)

 "I don't think you have to get anything at all," quickly the masked man states, crimson eyes darting over to the horrible creature next to himself.

Panic leans in closer to the demonic abomination, 'whispering' out loud a few words of his own, the red eyes sideglancing at Thim.

"I see daggers hang on his breath, blood on his lips - treasure on your... hands."

A gesture is made by the masked figure - sending the demon forward like some sort of dog, or even pocket monster.
(Panic)


Truth be told, he still didn't understand much of what happened around! Nor what people said.

But, faced with the clear notion of 'defensive stance' from the young one and also the factor that Panic pushed him forward, the little creature changed shape - his visage turned to a frown as his dagger was firmly held.

Oh.

Lightning began emanating around his burly body, before he leapt with incredible speed towards Thim! Growling and emitting more gurgles as he did so.

So, now he would bite that person.. Oh no.

(Belfanur)

Thim thought it weird that a demonic creature was kept as a pet. Were they not supposed to kill people and not be played around with? Thim wanted to get a better look at the masked man but when the creature sprang into motion, he quickly went into a defensive stance with his weapon blocking the path of the creature.

He would not hold back in this encounter as he thought this creature was truly beyond redemption. Flowers and other plants stated to grow around Thim as he prepared for battle.
(Thim)

[ fought and lost ]

Thim was surprised at first from seeing lightning coming from the creature. The quick speeds and socks had him worried for a moment before realizing they were not hurting as bad as he had feared. With growing plants slowing down the creature and blood being manipulated around Thim could start cutting the creature down without fear of losing the battle.

Thim considered talking back to the creature but remembered that it did not seem to understand or be able of conversation itself. After getting hit by a particular large shock anger gripped him and Thim swung down his glaive with all his all his might cutting a deep wound in its face. Figuring that the creature would probably soon give up he kicked it away to avoid any surprise attack.

After catching his breath for a bit, he looked around trying to catch another glance at the masked man. Clearly a dangerous man, Thim tried not to be caught off guard by him.
(Thim)

Truth be told, Belfanur was a baby in demon standards.

He wasn't strong like many of his race, yet.. But he tried his best! Trying to hit the nature magi with all his strength, but nothing that had much effect, sadly..

And in the end, his face was cut down and he was kicked away.

Once again!

But the experience of combat would serve to grow up, evolve, for what didn't kill him.. Made him stronger - that was something rather obvious for any demon. And so, once possible.. That thing would return, stronger than before.

But for now? Retreat.
(Belfanur)

Panic watched the combat from a safe distance, avoiding both lightning and the forces of nature revolting against the demonic creature.

Even though the masked man saw the demon get kicked around like a soccer ball, he could simply laugh at the face of chaos - yet... once the combat was over...

The Beast ordered for more.

"You will forfeit that which makes you run and jump, else the life of those protected by the light will go dark - much like creatures of the night."

A revolver is quickly pulled from his waist - shooting in direction of Thim; and behind the mask, scarlet eyes began to glow. "I shall drink in the darkness, now."

And thus, the creature of the night ran towards Thim.
(Panic)

Thim was heavily startled by the gunfire taking a hand to his chin where the bullet had graced him. He located the man coming for him and prepared for battle once again. Preparing to muster all his strength. He readied his weapon and faced him head on.
(Thim)

Thim felt worn out from the previous battle however he powered through by empowering his blood with his magic. His combat style was clearly aggressive from the fact that he thought this man had just sent in his pet demon to weaken him.

While flowers and vegetation grew around Thim he thought it first was only his own magic but as spores began to chase him down, he realized the man must also be a nature user. Now he had to pay attention to what was his own and what wasn’t. Furthermore, the man also manipulated blood very similarly to himself. Thim was surprised to find out that their combat styles were somewhat similar.

Knowing it was going to be a close fight he gave his all but suddenly mid combat he saw cosmic magic being used. Thim froze for a moment, he could not believe his own eyes. Shouting at him.

"You are a disgrace to our faith for using those powers. I will unmask you for what you are. Possibly even worse than demons as you seem to raise them into the horrible creatures they are."

Fully enraged Thim went into close combat swinging away mostly aiming for the head trying to take that stupid mask off his face. Thim got heavily hurt in the attempt, but he would not let go now. He continued his unrelenting assault finally getting a direct hit at the side of his head sending him flying into a tree. Luckily for the man it was the blunt side of Thim’s glaive that hit, resulting in only giving a concussion.
(Thim)


[13:16] Jumping in right after the previous battle with the abomination Baflanur, Panic was striking with such rage and hunger - blood flying left and right, both from his magic and the wounds which were inflicted on his body.

It was rather the dance, a feral one with rage flowing from both sides; one driven by good intentions, using the forces of nature to try and put down dangerous individuals, while the other is attacking out of hunger, hatred even.

Yet another one casting Panic out as a traitor. A disgrace. It was not the first time, and it will not be the last.

"You know not what you speak of. The stars are mine as much as it is yours!" he replies mid-combat - before the enraged squire jumped at them, swinging left and right, aiming to either cut Panic's head off or destroy the mask he wears.

And while the ghastly figure could dodge now and then, counter-attacking with a small knife whenever possible, he had to go onthe defensive. The Beast clawing at him.

So. Damn. Hungry...

Quickly his knife was pocketed away, and in an attempt of blocking those strikes- his hand caught the weapon being swung at him, blood coming in the same instant from his hand, "YOU WILL FEED THE ONE YOU CAST OUT," the distorted voice screams toward the squire, those red eyes glowing until...

Until he could not hold anymore and had to release the sword- and a quick strike to the side of his head was given. Cracking part of the mask and revealing a pale skin - a single red eye, hungering.

"Nnng... this... isn't... over..."

Getting up, tripping and using the last of his strength - he rushes to get the demon by its head, disappearing in the woods. Much like a creature of the night.

A stalker. A hunter. Yet, today, he was the prey.
(Panic)