A chance encounter, the others were ignored, uncared for within the eyes of Mihalis as his violet orbs locked onto the form of Elred. A familiar face for the Lovain, already he was moving closer.

Tainted energy seeped off his form as a shadow melded into his form, already appearing near the Mistseer, closed fist enshourded by depraved energy aimed to clash into the side of Elred's head.

"Surprise."

Revenge to be had. His plans ruined by the Mistseer ahead of him, and so none of the wrath he felt would be held back, a barrage of endless blows focused entirely on the man ahead of him.
(Mihalis Lovain)

Elred looks over his shoulder at the occultist and he was annoyed that this man kept approaching this area without fear. It was a shame, but it seemed Elred had to fight him either way and he didn't really care much for that.

"Not really, but of course you'd show up again so close to my city it's quite a shame.

I guess you never learn your lesson huh? It's really a shame"

Elred didn't feel any pity for them in-fact he didn't feel sorry for the fight that was about to happen. It was all their fault and Elred would go with the flow.
(Elred Yindove)

RP BATTLE} You have LOST round 2!

You have lost 9 Coins to thievery!

Mihalis Lovain has lost 12 vitality from this battle for three hours.

{RP BATTLE} You have LOST the battle!

{RP BATTLE} {INJURY} You roll a d6... You get 2!

{RP BATTLE} {CAPTURE} You roll a d6... You get 5!

{RP BATTLE} YOU ROLLED 2 to 4: You've sustained an injury in battle! -20% VIT for 1 year. It's up to you and your opponent to determine the specifics of the injury.
You have received an INJURY from Mihalis Lovain:

Desc: "Flesh was seared, a lasting mark of a hand print forced upon the skin of Elred's back, a reminder of his fight with the Lovain. Something that will disappear with time, or with medical attention."

Desc: "Flesh was seared, a lasting mark of a hand print forced upon the skin of Elred's back, a reminder of his fight with the Lovain. Something that will disappear with time, or with medical attention."

A swordsman, the perfect opponent for Mihalis to test his new limits. Every time the Teraphim got close he would slip into a shadow, or a condensed shadow claw would slam into Elred's form to push him backwards.

Fighting against those that needed to get close to him was where he thrived, and it showed. Every time the blade looked to cut into flesh it was avoided narrowly, smile never dimming from his lips.

"Consider yourself the first."

Mihalis suddenly appeared.

Tickle of breath against his ear as a hand enshrouded in flames slammed into Elred's back, flesh seared away as the heat continued to burn into the teraphim's back.

Another blow followed, one that launched him towards the trees that surrounded them, uncaring for the Teraphim. He wasn't here for captives, merely here for revenge.

A chance encounter had given him the chance to enact such.

And then he was moving, Noriko was still fighting, and theteenager was one he actually had to look over. A useful ally for the Lovain, a final glance thrown towards the defeated Elred before he looked to engage Asteli if she was the victor.
(Mihalis Lovain)

Elred couldn't stand people that fought like this, but this was a learning experience. This was the preferred fighting style of most mages they tended to hug the outer portion when they fought.

This was the same style that annoyed him, but in a different form the spirits were angry -yet- he couldn't manage to pull himself together. It was the same thing over, and over again.

Fading in and out of existence avoiding attacks while using magic to slow his movements. Time and time again he fought mages like this and this time it cost him.

He was wounded by the foul magic, but he couldn't pull though it seems he wasn't going to be able to win -now-. He couldn't made good on his word at the moment, but of course there needed to be trial an error.

Elred didn't have much to say, what could he say? He just needed to be prepared for next time and when that time finally came the same result would occur.

There was a deep anger lingering within Elred, but he couldn't act on it now, why? He was wounded and he hated himself for allowing that foul magic to touch him again for the third time.

The spirits would answer sooner or later would it be in time enough for the next bout? Probably not, but Elred wouldn't stop until they did.

The fight concluded and yet he like his efforts was poor, but there was always another day to make an attempt.
(Elred Yindove)