Ambush upon Fort Umbra

d18:59] BANG!

The final shot in the Hi-Delta's magazine goes wide, only scraping against the helmet of the Dullahan King. All of the other obstacles had been handled, and Ambrose was moving to free the captured Viscount. With frustration, the final magazine for his magitech rifle is slammed into his weapon, and a replacement for his pistol as well.

If Torgon had the strength of peering into his emotional state, they would find that the stress of battle is taking his toll on him. He is wounded, he is facing exhaustion; now, he must move against the king by himself.

Think.

The lightning that cackles around his gun subsides, for the moment. Has fear gripped his heart? Has this man of machine fallen victim to the wiles of Nyx?

No

"...if you think that my rise to power will be stopped by a relic of a bygone age, you are wrong. I..."

The clouds gather. Behind the mask, his eyes gain the same glow at the end of his barrel.

The falling of rain.

"I, am Benedict Casval. I am the future of this continent. I will not be stopped, not here or now!"

With ominous arcs, A single bolt of lightning cracks against the frame of the wounded warrior.

He still stands. Lightning is no longer shaped by the metal in his hands, it is willed by his mind alone.

"YOU CANNOT STOP THE FUTURE, FOR IT IS MINE"
(Benedict Casval)
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[18:59] Dok watches from a distance, the battles at hand were an excellent way for him to feed upon the excess mana that was scattered all around them. That was what mattered to him at this point, feeding, left with a cold and logical thought process he still adjusted to.

His gaze remained on Ambrose who, formidably enough had managed to defeat Nanzo, one of his best fighters. His arms folded he watches and ponders. His next move would take some time however.. He hungered greatly.
(Dok Zong)
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[18:59] Furious.

The mutant was no joke- if anything, it was perhaps among the strongest of them all that he's faced in quite a while. But where his rage attempts to overwhelm him..

Such rage is met with calculated strikes,
and tenacity.

Punishing with each and every single blow, it intends to keep Nanzo at bay- he was far, far too dangerous to let him come anywhere close, and the Prince understood that.

Amidst such brutal exchange, a single opportunity for a mistake on the mutant's part was found- here, where it reaches the peak, the single arrow that made its way towards his body was soon followed up..

By the shadowy amalgamation coming closer.

Nanzo is swallowed whole by it, quickly.
Without hesitation.

There, a myriad voices that belonged to other magi swarm him- the victims of Ambrose. They feast and take away from the mutant, and yet, they infect him all the same..

Unbridled rage.

At last, he's spat out; with the dark magics lingering across him, the Prince huffs out. It has been a difficult battle.

"Fury versus tenacity.."

"As it turns out, fury doesn't always win."

Still, the Prince is quick- he makes his way to the fallen Theodoric; while the mutant recuperates and recovers, it's clear that he would need to be helped.

Approaching close, he helps him up.

"Get up, Viscount."

"Flee away from here. Your fighting for tonight is over."
(Ambrose Roche)
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[18:59] Torgon hears the shot but his skull just tilts out of the way, how? He grew used to fight such machinery and well..he's death. He's a Knight. A King. Torgon does not reach into his emotions for he has none of those, only hatred and anger.

For I'm a Dullahan. I move for the Mire and for Nyx.

"I did not ask thy name nor I care. You're naught...but a dead man walking. Like me."

Always so blunt, always so honest and once the rain starts to pour down on them...the Mire screams. Happily, Hungry.

The Lightning bolt comes and it is a delight to be felt. Pure raw power...mana...and it's all absorbed within the Armor. Old habits surely die hard but since the kid really wants it...Torgon will give them a show as the scenery changes.

The place is no forest anymore, no swamp, it's a war torn battlefield filled with swords, shields, daggers and blades alike. Some bowsand arrows scattered around and slowly Torgon pulls from the ground a visage from the past.

Sylphiette, the spear of Klaus Ebner. A mere representation of what it once was or the true weapon kept locked within his own power?

Spear and Sword are pointed towards Benedict.

"Claim the future all you want. I live in the present to mold the future to my will."

There are no more words to be spoken. The King walks forward and launches Sylphiette towards the boy.
(Torgon)
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[18:59] 'Flee away from here.'

With one of his limbs so viciously twisted by the parasitic spores exuded from the mutant. The once dead flesh contorted and twisted into a mockery of life, moreso than the Vampire's own life.

He'd not say anything snarky or revel in the blood he had taken. His mood was far too sour.

After bowing to the Prince that assisted him, he melted down into the shadows about to once again lick his wounds..
(Theodoric Draskovic)
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[18:59] Light says, "s/observe"
[18:59] An easy enough 'demonstration'. It seems the talented were finally reaching a conclusion of sorts for the more serious outcome, yet even still were there a few stragglers hoping to topple Torgon.

Even the ookami himself was a bit jealous not to partake in the action that's taken place but he understands enough at least, and what proceeds is but a bit of laughter in the Roche's direction.

"Kah… Got ya' hands more full than I would have thought." So Theodric escapes from what would have been a questionable fate. His tongue prods against a fang, there not only having been one thought that immediately crosses his mind.

"Still gonna kick ya' ass though. Sooner or later."

It was only fair, that was the sort of goals he set best.
(Baux)
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[18:59] 'Parasite...'

It was all he'd the chance to say before a barrage came his way from the side. His foot shot up to simply kick the Vampire into the dirt, the force rocketing them across the field as they bounced off the hard-packed earth. Eventually they'd slam into a tree and those corrupted vines would handle his restraint. However, the real reason or the move wasn't the vampire's safety but Nanzo's own! Using Theodoric as a push off the mutant gained ground as he used them as a kick off!

Ambrose? They thought they could shoot at him?! The Mutant's celestial magics pulsed as they rose to their full height! Their temper was thrumming as glittering magical occultism poured form his flesh. Offering protection as the power of Crom Cruach pulsed through his limbs!

His golden light twisted and blinked as it flittered to a reddish hue for only a moment before the mutant leaned forwards. His mouth opened wide as heroared! Not the roar of a man; no the Mutant could see the form of Dok cast aside nearby Ambrose. This would be a fight he would have to give his all to.

"GGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

His mental chains snapped as his body began to convulse. Circuitry dividing and sub-dividing within his body as the corrupting influence of Crom Cruach flushed through his form. Muscles grew upon one another as across his skin slits opened wide. Jagged teeth opening to cavernous mouths that dripped toxic fumes while eyes of scarlet, violet, and emerald peered from his quickly growing frame.

When he shot towards Ambrose it he appeared more like some elder god than a mutant barely hitting his stride. All muscle, teeth, and claws as the occultic power of his was brought to bear in a brief but brutal battle! At first it seemed that rage would even carry the day for Nanzo.

Yet, as they battled the tides turned! Ambrose's tactics proved thestronger as they fought to keep Nanzo at bay while they themselves shifted to unleash toxins and occult alike into the raging mosnter. The fighting was by no means decided from the start but when that amalgamation of energies tore into the mutant?

Ate away at his immense power and pumped fuel into his endless rage. When that cloud left him Nanzo was standing still. Yet, he didn't move yet his mind clouded by the influx of corruptive influences as the Collective of Ambrose waged war with the star Crom Cruach for influence.

Nanzo the Mighty stood still.
(Nanzo)
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[18:59] Why they keep trying? One by one they keep coming and they all fall down..The King is starting to lose patience but his ghostly gaze sees the Mire once more and that will..to fight..to persevere..it comes back.

They fight for something just like me. They fight for someone, just like me and yet...they decide to attack. Again and again, he's tired and after a long time, he decides...the mote within his blade can work. His mind is shut down as his will persevere, it is sheer raw power acting by now with one intent and purpose.

Protect the Mire.

The armored soul walks forward, like a damn beast it tilts and bends a bit, dashing and dodging lightning strikes. How is he that fast? How can he even do that? Daggers are collected from the ground and launched towards the kid, three...six...Eight. Ten. Each of them in pairs, from all sides as Torgon was disappearing within Darkness even though the light of the lightning didn't seem to stop him at all.

Like a true monster. A true dullahan, this is his aura coming out. That pulse of pure bio mana and hatred. Are you scared now to fight death itself?

A mighty bone javelin is launched towrads the boy and surely, he could disappear momentarily within his lightning but once he does that meek 'teleport'...Torgon is already in front of him. The right gauntlet holds his neck and throws the kid towards a tree.

I. Am. Coming. For. You.

The Bell Shall Rang.


(Torgon)
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[18:59] Benedict is no hero.

This is no righteous act of snuffing out the darkness. Nor is it for any true vengeance at this point; the fact that four of them had nearly cleaved through the Mire's forces sends enough of a message to their enemies.

Right now, Benedict is fighting for the proof of his own future.

His newfound strength is not simply the controlling of a storm. No, his mental influence has become the lightning he wields. The firing of his neurons is the bolts that sear Torgon's metal exterior, even if they do not stop a rather critical blow from being delivered.

In return, his spatial awareness has tripled. The entire battlefield may be comprehended from his position as projectiles fly from every single step he takes.

This is no stomping out. This is a battle that Benedict will wage until his body cannot handle his strength.

Every movement Torgon makes is received by the force they give off, Benedict's sixth sense of lightning moving his body faster than his brain can comprehend.

He will mark him. He will rise above him.

He will defeat him.
(Benedict Casval)
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[18:59] Oda says, ". ."
[18:59] There was something Dok admired about Torgon, it wasn't the way he commanded respect or toted his honor. It was not his sheer power and prowess with the blade or the way he held himself.

No, it was his taste for throwing children at inanimate objects.

It was a similar tactic he rather enjoyed, what was the point of having inhuman strength if one did not use it to fling a helpless victim across the battlefield like a rotten apple.

He watches, arms folded, his will and presence extending around him and into the ground as he watched the battle.
(Dok Zong)
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[18:59] Torgon throws Sylphiete, daggers even shields towards the kid, there's no mercy anymore. There's naught towards him but a still mind. Mind..? No..this is sheer will moving the King. Each time a shot is launched towards the King, he simply..dodges. The reflexes of an old Knight of centuries old fighting to stay alive, an ambush? It failed. Badly.

There are no storms able to stop this King. There are no childs able to stop this Menace. There is nobody able to stop this Monster.

Sometimes even the people can see, lightning strikes directly on his armor..and he just keeps walking like nothing had happened, shots are purposefully not dodged but they ricochet off of his armor until...the clouds disappear and Torgon thrives.

Disappearing within darkness, once more and once again he just appears after some seconds in front of the child but there's no reaction to save him from this as the blade sinks deep into his chest, inches away from his heart..and this time, it hurts. It reaches his soul as the burden of many mire denizens that Torgon saw and lived with..the many souls...The pain of their death is sent directly to the soul of the child, making him heavier with pain, with loss, grief and regret.

The blade is quickly pulled out as Torgon intends one simple thing...to end this once and for all, a slice from in the horizontal aiming for his neck.

Die and begone.

But Torgon is almost sure...the child can dodge this somehow.
(Torgon)
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[18:59] Impaled.

His body moves faster than his mind has time to plan for; what would be a blessing in a fight normally is a curse when fighting an opponent who's seen it all. He moves, fast as the lightning he commands, redirecting knives with but a thought.

But there it is, that uncanny resilience that Torgon wields when things get dire. The kick that would have secured him a moment's breath simply does nothing. His leg grabbed out of the air, and Torgon vanishing into the darkness.

His body told him where he would appear, but his chest was impaled anyway.

Vile thoughts enter his head. The screams of death and pain from mutants, the burdening feelings of loss and regret. That baggage that would drag down even the hardiest of soldier, the weight of his sins.

Benedict's eyes refocus, and his killing blow is stalled. Burning away the remainder of his levin, Benedict teleports towards Ambrose and Sebastion. Hespeaks through gritted teeth, surviving off adrenaline alone.

"All tasks at hand are complete. We're done here."

A smokebomb is thrown down, and an opening for their escape is given. Theodoric was already free; These two simply needed to go back to the safety of the castle.

A final glance for Torgon,

"I have seen your limits."

"You haven't the slightest bit of hope, now."
(Benedict Casval)
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[18:59] The last one standing.

There was no doubt in the mind of the Prince that overstaying his welcome here would be a death sentence. Sebastian, Theodoric, and now Benedict were all defeated, one after another. And while he was victorious in his own right, both in battle and in saving another...

How long could he keep up?
His body was young, fragile.

It was not for the extended combat; at least, not yet. While the shadowy amalgamation already conceals itself again, fading out of sight..

He knew better than to say.

"--Let's get back. Quickly."

Amidst the chaos and the smoke bomb deployed by Benedict, the Prince makes off with the rest.

This is certainly not the end of it.

But for now, they must go.
(Ambrose Roche)
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[18:59] Torgon just makes his blade disappear as he wanders back towards the Mutants, they lost but they fought and that's all he could've asked from them. There's just a glance towards the prince, that neck. That head and body will be hanged in the future inside the Mire to water our crops.

Torgon just starts to look towards the Injured ones as one simple word come out of his non-existant mouth.

"The Shadowmire Prevails and Stands."

With that announcement, he starts to take care of the others. Nanzo is the first on his sight.
(Torgon)
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[18:59] Dok approaches his fellow mirelurkers, silent and pensive as he watched the denizens of Asphodel make their escape. He failed to see his loss as an actual loss, almost as if he was able to think clearly for the first time in a long time. Folding his arms as his coat of living earth dances softly around his skeletal form.

"Death Knights, it is time we gather at the temple and speak.. The moment is long over due." He'd say, his voice carried by the dirt and the stones to Tukong and Nanzo and any of the others who sought interest in the order. It was time he organized an effort.

Ambrose had unlocked something Dok had been missing, that little touch, that cold, calculative state he now carried in his silence.

"Meet me when you are ready."
(Dok Zong)
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[18:59] Light says, "Mi'Lord an important figure appeared."
[18:59] Torgon does an unusual type of Healing, his sword is summoned again and sinks deep into his soul. That rage...is drained towards the sword, the memories of it are gone but the fight, he knows he lost.
(Torgon)
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[18:59] Varshan wanders along the green grass of the outside world, a small fae sitting on his shoulder. His head cants to the side as he sees the gathering, and hears the sounds of battles. "Well I guess we found where everyone was." He comments towards his tiny companion as he wanders ever closer to the battle.

He spots people he's seen around the mire, so he lingers near them to watch what's going on.
(Varshan)
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[18:59] Torgon says, "Thorn of Meztin."
[18:59] Thorn Meztin says, "Torgon.. Of.."
[18:59] Tu-Kong asks, "...who?"
[18:59] Torgon says, "The Mire."
[18:59] Thorn nudges the grass with a foot, he wasn't-
(Thorn Meztin)
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[18:59] Light takes a long drag off his cigarette as he stared forward at Thorn.
(Light)
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[18:59] Torgon says, "Or Azrael of Windrun."
[18:59] Torgon just revealed his true name to everybody present.
(Torgon)
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[18:59] Thorn Meztin asks, "..Ah..?"
[18:59] Dok Zong says, ". . ."
[18:59] Torgon says, "For this is my name."
[18:59] Light asks, "Where is Windrun, Mi'Lord?"
[18:59] Tu-Kong asks, "-Mm?"
[18:59] Torgon asks, "What thou want here?"
[18:59] Dok nods silently, it was not often for a Dullahan to reveal their true name
(Dok Zong)
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[18:59] Tien was sitting upon Varshan's shoulder as they made approach into the area. Signs of battle riddled across the plan yet it seemed the Mire's denizens stood. Some of which injured but no departed this time.
(Tien)
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[18:59] "Hmn.."

Many new faces accommodate these lands and the wolf had yet to take account of the faces and name's spoken beyond what's arlready known.

Simple notes are accounted for, and without pause does he step forward to point a finger at Thorn. He didn't give chase to any of the individuals that fled, or even thought about them upon the point of a newfound distraction taking their place.

"...Th' hell made ya' come over here!?"
(Baux)
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[18:59] Nanze the Mighty stood still.

His eyes where dilated as his gaze was locked upon the stars. He could see them up there. Those brilliant sparkles of light. They blinked and flickered in his eyes as if they wanted to tell him something. What was it that they where saying?

What was Crom Cruach trying to tell him?

The thought wasn't answered as he felt pain his eyes shifted downwards as his claws ripped away at the sword for a moment. Then he simply pushed himself forwards upon it to try and get to Torgon. All in all it seemed that they'd direct that limitless fury upon their King.

Yet, the magic of the sword drained away that rage and with its passing the Mutant's body started to give way to exhaustion. His arms failed and as the sword was pulled back the Mighty fell to his knees. Letting his head droop as he breathed deeply.

Purple and crimson flowers began to grow around his knees. Where the blood of this mutant landed lifeblossomed. Twisted mockeries of what Kruas wished but life all the same.
(Nanzo)
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[18:59] Thorn's arrival was announced by the sound of twigs snapping in his wake. While the man's step was as light as air, he made it a point to trample upon everything he could feasible do so on. Alas to him, he had found quarry. The Voice's shoulders rose and fall,

"I'm just out for a nightly walk before I head to bed." His head turning and his hand rose to ruffle the younger Ookami's hair, "What are you doing here, dumbass?"

Without a second to lose, he squints at Torgon. "And you as well. I've got. An itch in my mind. I could use your help in scratching it." He grinned, golden caps adorning his canines, glimmering iridescently without any need.

"If you don't mind." A flicker of violence gutters in his eye.
(Thorn Meztin)
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[18:59] Light doesn't know if Thorn could see the scene, but it was battle ridden of various battles and most likely destroyed in many places.
(Light)
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[18:59] Thorn was only intrigued further by the prospect.
(Thorn Meztin)
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[18:59] Found himself resisting the urge to get into a stance right here and now.
(Tu-Kong)
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[18:59] Nanzo was soul decked and out of it.
(Nanzo)
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[18:59] Dok Is still pondering his plans for the death knights
(Dok Zong)
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[18:59] Varshan listens to everything being spoken and then a heavy sigh escapes from him. His head tilts a little to look towards the small fae on his shoulder. "I can't say I'm surprised by any of this." He admits to the small creature before turning his attention back forward.

"Though," His eyes wander over all the battle damage of the area. "I do wonder who started it." He smirks briefly.
(Varshan)
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[18:59] Torgon hears every word and Thorn can see, the armor is DAMAGED. Burnt marks of plasma and lightning addorning his armor and yet, the king walks forward. He had heard those same words many times.

"Hm...A funny thing that you must come here after all that pityful fight but very well, I'm never one to deny such fun activity."

Fun? As if Torgon could even feel fun but the blade is summoned again as he looks to Thorn and answer Varshan without even looking to him.

"The vampires and achyonites, I believe."
(Torgon)
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[18:59] "Kah… I thought I had all th' walkin' covered?"

To be out and about without a care in the world wasn't something he typically expected from someone that could be anywhere, and yet the beastkin's ears lie flat atop his head midst his undeserved ruffling.

"Ugh... Damnit, they're lookin'!"

The beastkin growls, if only familiar with the look given. He'd of course wonder if there was a motive yet heard by his own ears, but always decided to go against questioning things to such an extensive level.

If they were going to fight, then he'd at least sit by and let things progress as they should have.
(Baux)
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[18:59] Simply sat upon Varshan's shoulder for the time being, his optics scanning the fields before resting upon the King as he stepped forward once again. A shrug offered in response to Varshan as it was hard to tell sometimes who started what but an answer given to them. Truly not a big surprise.

"Seems it was them again. Thankfully it looks like everyone will be fine."

A few clearly injured but they weren't dead. With that in mind his gaze remained fixated forward upon the unfolding scene.

"Looks like it's been a busy day around the fort." he'd remark.
(Tien)
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[18:59] Varshan flinches when he hears what Torgon's answer is. "What a surprise... Other people attacking us again." There's no mirth to his voice, and still he doesn't sound any surprise. A heavy sigh follows his words and he shoves his hands into the pockets of his shorts and his head shakes from side to side. Though his gaze never leaves the scene going on in front of him.
(Varshan)
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[18:59] The Ookami bore a closer look to Torgon, his beastial eyes evaluating prowess, upkeep of their own armor, blade, even aura. It'd be shameful to try and end a king like Torgon while they weren't at their best. Even so, Thorn had been obliged with a battle.

"Fantastic."

A hand lifted, claws would tear through the air as Thorn practiced a bit of runewriting, his hands collecting an ionordinate amount of mana, beginning to attain a cerulean glow and in a flash- A weapon would be found within Thorn's grasp. The golden arcanium matching the gold within his teeth. A thin wispy cloud, a tuft of cumulus was conjured up by the Meztin's mana circuits, more and more were soon to follow.

Drizzle set in. Arcs of lightning cascaded upon the fan-like staff's height. The rumble of thunder could be heard, the flash of lightning still yet unseen.

"Ready when you are, pal."
(Thorn Meztin)
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[18:59] There was no mind paid to the ruffling of Baux's hair as their eyes remain with that of a rather unsettling look, one of innocence, one of chaos? Although, even in such a state, giving such a glance; there resided a singular desire...to fight, to FIGHT, TO FIGHT!

A glance given towards his companions within the Mire, then to those who were surely of Moxtli; with this one individual that went by the name of Thorn prepared to fight Torgon...more and more battle, frankly he was beginning to get somewhat excited even though he should continue obsessing over things such as revenge.....

"Should have some fun myself....yeah."

He was beginning to progressively not let those of Asphodel continue to haunt him any further, he must not forget his goals after all......

"Yeah...more I fight, th' stronger I'll be regardless...lets make it FUN!"


There was a hint of optimism pouring forth from the void that washis gaze, contrasting to what many would tell from his expression upon first glance, but the idea of battle alone brings joy to his very soul.
(Tu-Kong)
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[18:59] Dok Zong says, "Hmm."
[18:59] Thorn Meztin says, "You swallow..."
[18:59] Varshan says, "Hm.."
[18:59] Tien with that Tien turned to fly off. Some requests to fill some coins to earn
(Tien)
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[18:59] Thorn could not say the battle was not without some effort on his part. Even as Torgon had been dealt blow after blow by protégé and comrade alike, their blows slicing the Ookami, tearing through the man's hidden chestplate, blood would seep out and at least in the end, the spirits would find themselves engorged with someone's blood. Chains animated by lightning would pour forth unto the floor, rattling about as if they had minds of their own. With each step the Meztin took there was a thundering cacophony, his movements were at the very least graceful enough to slip in and out of the incoming cartilage fashioned into javelins.

The fighting barreled forth, the massacred grounds would fiind themselves with new wounds to heal off. "You definitely fight well." His foot stomped against the grass, his heel twisting only slightly as his chains would find themselves conjoined, becoming a ball of electrifying irons. With one more step, it would chase off after Torgon. Like a wolf hunting their prey, the enraged manacles would find their mark-

Torgon's armor was warped, a single crack was left to showcase Thorn's victory against the Dullahan King. The golden fan was staked into the ground, in reverence, it shined. The drizzle of rain that hung overhead ceased.

"Hope when our final fight comes along. It'll be one to remember, pal."
(Thorn Meztin)
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[18:59] Tu-Kong says, "..."
[18:59] Dok Zong says, ". . ."
[18:59] Torgon is fighting something different, a person that does not run away that much and instead use runes to teleport and dodge. Quite ana mazing sigh. Blade against fan, their spirits sing loudly in this battle, Torgon is already depleted in some logic but he keeps going forward, there's naught stopping him, only himself until..the titan lance, the metallic chain the cracks the armor and fills it with energy. Weird. Slow...he'll get used to that soon.

The skull locks on Thorn once more.

"I can say the same to thee, Thorn of Meztin and I believe that with thy words. Your intention of helping us might've changed."

The Dullahan stands, he never fell but he lost, ashamed of it? No. This is at least a honorable and worthy opponent. It felt...empty. For Torgon can't feel a thing.
(Torgon)
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[18:59] Thorn Meztin says, "My plan to help the Shadowmire is still the same, I wish to cleanse it. I wish to.. Ensure it's returned to the days of yore."
[18:59] Torgon says, "Very well."
[18:59] Torgon asks, "Are my kin still allowed to visit thy tribe?"
[18:59] Torgon says, "They were..happy to have new sights and people to speak with."
[18:59] Thorn ponders on the question for a moment. The man begins to shake his head to and fro, a solemn expression upon his features.
(Thorn Meztin)
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[18:59] Torgon says, "A shame."
[18:59] Thorn Meztin says, "I've realized my hypocrisy. I cannot go after the undead of Asphodel if I allow others, within the Shadowmire, to roam about in my lands."
[18:59] Nanzo gaze widened slightly as he heard Thorn's answer to Torgon. The King missed it but Nanzo understood. Gilligan was right.
(Nanzo)
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[18:59] Torgon says, "Funny but very well."
[18:59] Tu-Kong says, "I see."
[18:59] Thorn Meztin says, "I hope to return your spirit into something far more... Palatable to the lifestream. To the Balance."
[18:59] Thorn Meztin says, "But until then. I wish your spirit the best."
[18:59] Torgon says, "Many tried. I hope you are able to do it."
[18:59] For the first time, Dok watched the king lose a fight. This, of all things was what had given the construct a higher sense of respect for the king, watching such a powerful warrior taken down though weakened after a series of battle was a humbling thing.

Humility was an important trait in a leader, especially a man of honor. In truth to Dok there was no such thing as winning or losing, neither mattered when all things belonged to the dirt. Where many mages relied upon the lifestream, the avatar of hunger was of the earth, the dirt and the mud.

A light tilt of the head as his living coat stirs, taking every little bit of excess mana he could call upon from the battles at hand. The Spiral on his forehead acting as a conduit for such consumption.
(Dok Zong)
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