[02:44] Salvas was strolling around the border - his attention taken from the feel of holy light appearing from the distance- a familar smell in the air he was already enraged from it.

Chaaca... Chaaca...

Immediately the vampire came over the hill and sprung forward with blade in hand rushing at the Thornberry with his blade in hand attempting to cut him down where he stood.
(Salvas Voss)
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[02:49] Even when hidden from the likes of those that'd normally passed the bridge, one couldn't mistake the signature magic which brimmed from his person at all times. A deep breath is taken just before the Voss makes his leap. There'd been so little time to think, so little time to truly feel the adrenaline rush through his body as he lifts his weapon.

Of course, there'd be so much to acquire, so much to give as the life within his frame still projects itself upon the realm of Agartha.

Each battle, would be to regain what he'd lost. Every quiet promise he's made will be carried through without fail. 'Less he'd be reunited with the very Thorn they stole from him..
(Ahmir Valerius)
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[02:53] The vampire would be pushed back by the same attacks that burned his skin before - as he stood back and took a second to look at his opponent he smiled.

"I made her a promise you know..." As he said that he reached into his cloak and pulled out a bottle of liquid boiling with rage of its own...

………….

Death was certain tonight.
(Salvas Voss)
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[02:57] A quiet, and steady breath leaves the male even when he gains ground versus the fearsome Voss. His body shook with each blow, the blade which cleaves through flesh. It was exactly as he remembered that very day, painful, entirely frightening, and yet his spirit would not allow him to falter.

It was right there before him, calling him, telling him that if there was anything in this world, that he'd have it.

No matter the cost.

"You stole him from me. Everything, I promise. Nothing will save you from me. I will take everything from you.."

Just as they'd left him with this insatiable hunger. Just as this man had set upon him the very sense of hopelessness that day he'd return it in full. Or, he'd certainly die while attempting to carry his dreams through much of the blood he'd shed out in these open fields.
(Ahmir Valerius)
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[03:01] ** Ahmir Valerius has inflicted an injury upon Salvas Voss. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[03:20] What could a volatile beast know about promises? The Valerius truly found himself seething whenever facing Cain's blessed. Each strike that finds his body is excruciating. Even a mage would find themselves willing to buckle from the pain that ransacks their body.

Yet Ahmir, he just doesn't concede. No, each blow that draws blood only warrants that he pushes back harder. That the magic within him only grows much greater than its predecessor in performance. The waters rushed high, holy consumed the earth, and crystal only futher proved to deter the man from carelessly making his approach without consideration of the danger that'd follow from his own person.

"Your freedom, it ends here.."

Such familiar words leaves Ahmir's lips as the waves consume Salvas, and where as normally one would suffocate, he knows the Voss would persist. Yet the depths which take him do not concede. They entirely take him, its weight pressing fully upon him without remorse. Those once swift motions would find themselves entirely slowed until left at Ahmir's mercy.

Within his watery prison, the Voss would be subjected to one shard of crystal being shot into his form after the next, blood staining the once clear waters with red until Ahmir dashed forward within the realm of waves, his palm striking clear into Salvas's chest. The muffled noise was amplified, and the water surrounding them bound out in a large explosion, the once towering waves dispersed with a deafening boom that'd send his opponent tumbling out. He was bloodied, utterly defeated, though still alive as the male stared him down.

"It won't end with you. Every Dawnite, every slave stolen from the cycle will be taken back. You... You all will die."

As Ahmir steps forward, a Crystal javelin manifests within his once empty palm. He'd been approaching for the finishing blow. For the one, that'd ultimately seal the vampire's fate if he didn't make his escape soon.
(Ahmir Valerius)
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[03:26] The vampire was physically beaten down - even after all the rage built up upon him bloodied and wounded the vampire would again be brought down by ahmir.


He didn't understand this power- was it conviction was it resolve over and over again he would find him self either winning or losing to him- And now he is losing again.


"You- fools... You- you think this will stop me... I am afraid my dear "lover" our dance is one to the death- and if you haven't killed me now... then I am going to destroy you later- don't you know who I am..?"


The vampires physical shape would turn into a blood mist as he started to disappear into thin air.

"If you think I stopped with your friend you are wrong.. however if you ever want to see his face again... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH JUST LOOK UPON THE SPIKES OF DAWNS ENTRANCE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

the vampire would leave..after that.
(Salvas Voss)
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