Katzan destroys Ezmara

[18:33] Katzan looks towards the statue of Ozomatli Lotl-tli in the middle of Ezmara. He stands between him and all the statue magi, greyish flames encompassing every inch of the square, turning it into somewhere... More than inhospitable. A totally empty town, but in the end, the consuming flames do not distinguish.

They attack against every single stone slab in the whole town. If Katzan's occult was empowered by his feelings... The hatred that he felt let them all forwards. They were, after all, a very efficient and cheap fuel for his magic. And now, standing in front of Ozomatli's statue?

He felt nothing but hatred. Hatred for the statue in front of him. For how he saw it risen in front of him, and how it was pitifully standing still. How it taunted him, how it acted in front of him... How he hated to his GUTS every single thing about this statue.

Ozomatli did not deserve a statue. Ozomatli did not deserve ANYTHING. Dead men don't deserve anything. And Katzan? He was much, much more alive than this dead chieftain.

"Cowards. All of this city." He says, a glance being cast back towards the Valmasian heavy magi. A gesture of his good arm comes, the greyish flames consuming the stone and leaving nothing but dust behind, the very platform where they stood being consumed.

And now, all that remained in the square was Katzan and the statue. The two fountains right by his side, both evaporated by the quick rush of flames. Obviously... Nothing would survive this. The color of the world was already consumed, visible even to those far away, the temple's rocks slowly giving in to the burning flames.

But this was all consequence. The yellow irises laid on Ozomatli's statue. They laid staring at the face of the late chieftain, a look of utter disregard planted right across his face. He shared no sympathy for this man, as a previous conversation had already stated.

But now? Katzan was decisive. He was here, he was alone. He looked around, at the greyed out area... "This whole town. They saw it destroyed once. What's the harm of seeing it again?"

And like that, the flames lashed to the nearby buildings. One by one, they were tackled down by the chieftain of Atl, the stones and wood being turned into long dead pyres. One by one, he saw the colors being drained, the essence of this town serving for nothing but to feed himself.

And yet, it all mattered not. As they were all being destroyed, he glared back at the statue. One hand was risen, grabbing the stone man by the neck, the same consuming flames resonating under his palm, digging into the stone with ease. "Do something." He said, daring a... Statue?

"You can't protect them. Dead people can't protect, they can't live. That inscription?" And like that, he removed his right hand from the neck of the statue, redirecting it towards the stone blade. He held his hand around it... And slowly let it fall down as the flames rose around it.

The greyish flames drained the whole blade, consuming the word "hope" first and foremost. "There is no hope for the traitors. For those who give up on Gehenna." He says, a scowl forming onto the always neutral expression, observing the arm of the statue crumble to dust.

And like that, with his own remaining arm, Katzan looked back towards the statue. He rose his only arm up, and continued to speak. "You have a statue. I have NONE. Xomac has NONE. Ezton has NONE. This..."

His hand was lowered down, balled up into a fist, to hit against the face of Ozomatli, destroying the statue's cheek, crumbling into dust. The impact left upon his skin is severe, several cuts made by the breaking stone, his bones cracking -- But his sin magic quickly heals it back. His body would not be affected by something as low as this.

However, the look upon his eyes was one of utter and devastating rage. This statue. It stood among the city of traitors, where no one else stood, and now... It was upsetting him.

Oh how it upset him. How he had a single objective in his mind. To destroy this statue, and everything else in this town along with it. His hand rose to the face of Ozomatli, and like that... The greyish flames washed over its whole body, coating it with the black-and-white that everything touched by his flames were.

And soon, they were consumed. The stone, consumed by Katzan Xizoh's flames, while the whole square was turned. And like that...

He smiled, a single hand lowered to his side. How it felt good to cleanse the unworthy.
(Katzan Xizoh)
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[18:39] Amoxtli approached a bit too late. Katzan's work already done, hat Amoxtli had defended in her early days had fallen. Back when she walked on a metallic leg, this the very same spot she took Pasis' eye.

She was unaware of who did the damage. She didn't process it, but within seconds, the flying Drakan dove, attempting to fire shots at whoever had done the damage!

She was very nice.
(Amoxtli)
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[18:44] Hell was looking for a home, he presumed something out of the ordinary was going on as soon as he spotted the wind drakan firing her rifle down at some man he'd only seen once. He looks to him and then back to Amoxtli, he would stand by idly wondering who was in the right, who was in the wrong.

Ultimately the teen wanted to burn down buildings.
(Hell)
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[19:08] Katzan stands in front of the destroyed statue of Ozomatli. The greyish flames consumed upon the whole town, the buildings being taken... And soon enough, Amoxtli's fired in his direction, the diverse shots hitting against the greyish barrier.

Obviously, they were received with a glare from the chieftain of Atl. He looked towards her, frowning his eyebrows, and quickly, rose his single arm towards her.

A pillar of the flames erupted, aiming to attack at her. They twisted around, trying to coil in the air to find the girl in the air and bring her down to him.

"You... You're going to try and stop me?" He yelled from the ground, looking up and perhaps not noticing who it was yet. It was obvious who was doing the whole thing with Ezmara.

The black-and-white colors in the square made it clear that Katzan Xizoh was there.
(Katzan Xizoh)
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[19:16] Twisting and turning, using the wind to boost her, she'd avoid the fire to the best of her ability. There was just something about her and flames that didn't mix; perhaps it had some part to play with Amoxtli's intense fear of fire, but more specifically magma.

A few more volleys were sent out, Amoxtli still blindly attacking the man; Atl chieftain or not.

"THAT FUCKIN' STATUE. STOOD FOR GEHENNAN ACHIEVEMENTS. WHY THE FUCK DID YAH DO THAT SHIT?"

Finally, she dove, attempting to literally use herself as the projectile as she aimed to headbutt into Katzan, hoping to initiate a fight.
(Amoxtli)
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[19:18] Hell dips to the side as he waits for a show. He'd only come back recently and things seemed to be more than interesting. He was having a blast looking around at what was going on. He looks to the statue that was now rubble, he blinks and everything was black and white, even his flames. What was going on?
(Hell)
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[19:49] Katzan looks towards Amoxtli, the drakanite lowering herself to his level. She aimed for him, and instead of hitting the blue-haired Xizoh... She merely missed. Her head hit against the remaining stone, that was still getting eaten by his greyish flames.

And yet, she perhaps felt what happened, even if her mana sight was limited, she could feel the draining of the heat that the greyish flames did. They just swirled around her, and perhaps she felt at home within -- Or perhaps she could feel the same despair that she once felt.

And, more than anything, she could feel that there was a significant prominence of his mana circuits around his left arm. Slowly, his arm was being reconstructed, almost as if preparing for something else to be born in there.

And yet, when she continued speaking, trying to defend the heinous act that was a statue to an utterly undeserving man -- Which was any other than Atl, even if these were Ezmaran territories... Katzan spoke.

"Amoxtli. Do you want to stand against PROGRESS?" The yellow irises focus on the flying drakanite who landed in front of him, and like that, he continued, his odd neutral tone maintained through. "I have no statues, and look at me. The first one to be worthy of being a Strigoi in this lands... And you believe that THE ONE THAT DIED IN THE FIRST YEARS IS WORTH MORE THAN ME, A SON OF THIS VERY LAND?"

And like that, the flames erupted around her, closing in slowly.
(Katzan Xizoh)
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[19:50] Hell says, "F-"
[19:55] There was no response from the Drakan, given her 'landing' was one of head colliding with stone. She'd gone through too many injuries related to the head and brain to be able to take such force head-on-- literally. Limp for the time being, her gun slid across the ground and deeper into the flames as she shook.

If Katzan intended to finish off his attack, he would likely get quite a few hits off before she'd force herself to stand, moving akin to a ragdoll on puppet strings as she tried her best to disorintatively react.

She muttered something either way, soft and quiet, the words coming out more like wisps of air then anything coherent.
(Amoxtli)
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[20:00] Katzan looks at Amoxtli, as she slowly stands up from within the flames. They still swirl around her, waiting for an answer, as Katzan slowly marches in her direction, the eager grey mass circling her as each step is taken, swallowing him in a golden glow.

"I asked you a QUESTION, Amoxtli." And like that, the flames spread from around her, as Katzan finally made himself close enough for his right arm to reach forwards towards her, trying to grapple her arm.

"DO. YOU. THINK. I. DON'T. DESERVE. ONE?" He asked, inching closer at each question. It was asked with an extremely aggressive tone, as if he was about to attack her -- Or perhaps he was already planning to do so, and these were just words that intended to show her that no matter what she wanted to say in protection to Ozomatli's statue...

... He was going to destroy that statue, just like anyone who stood in his way.

This place was too small for two statues of the greatest gehennan chieftains.
(Katzan Xizoh)
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[20:02] test b/c I dunno the code
(Amoxtli)
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[20:06] Amoxtli's wings spread out in reaction to her being grappled, her own winds bursting out from her in a shockwave in an attempt for freedom. Her head spun. No-- the world spun. Her senses were disorientated.

"...I dislike fire-- fuckin'. Don't."

If she hadn't broken free yet, her own holy magic would finally react to something, casting her form in a golden glow that faded to a beautiful white; however, it was incredibly weak in comparison to Katzan's occultism.

"--I think- yah do. But. This-- this-- don't destroy THIS one. Yah ain't gonna.. get any.. resources from it."
(Amoxtli)
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[20:20] His flames retreat from attacking Amoxtli, as soon as she starts glowing with her holy magic. Even if she knew that this was Katzan's fire, she could perhaps feel how it was just the amalgamation of whatever Fire represented, its raw destruction embodied in its power.

Perhaps, this magical presence was only rivaled by Katzan's very manner of conducting himself, an absolutely arrogant and yet wondrous manner of making every single move.

And seeing the statue destroyed was no different. Even as Amoxtli spoke, it had long turned to completely dust. He scowled in her direction, even if her words sounded like music to his ears.

His deadpanned voice rose up once again.

"I do not care for resources from these... Scum." He gestured at the surrounding village, being eaten away by his flames still. "The deserters shall give me everything from their dead hands, not from a pitiful statue like that."
(Katzan Xizoh)
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[20:21] Amoxtli asks, "Yah won't-- bring 'em back, by.. destoryin' that-- yah know..?"
[20:22] Amoxtli says, "I hunt often.. on the plains... not a single one... leaves Ardent."
[20:22] Amoxtli says, "They hide-- in fear."
[20:26] Katzan quirks up an eyebrow. His flames do not falter, they do not alter in the slightest no matter what she says. They continue striking towards the structures with their brutal strength.

"You think I want THOSE with me?" He asks, an arrogant tone taking over his voice. "These are better dead. And you know this?"

He points towards the pile of ash that used to be the statue, spread across the ground, marking his footsteps with added highlighting. His chin rose slightly up, yellow irises staring down at Amoxtli.

"The fact that they're hiding in fear merely indicates that they aren't strong enough. There is a reason that Atl came back, and yet they didn't."
(Katzan Xizoh)
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[20:37] Amoxtli still lays on the ground, moving herself to sit up before collapsing again. She twitched a bit, annoyed by the heat, but the holy aura soon enough stuttered and faded. She was not one for keeping it up for extended periods of time.

"I--..."

Amoxtli trails off, resting her head on the ground and sighing. There was nothing more to say.
(Amoxtli)
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[20:48] As soon as she finally agreed to it... He nodded. Lips curled into a smile, perhaps because of his own happiness about the fact that her resistance was no more. This was admittance, to his eyes who longed to see someone that viewed him as greatly as he viewed himself.

He looked towards her, with utter contempt expressed in his eyes. Perhaps he had seen a mistake in his own ways, for he was the savior of Atl. And this woman was no less than any other Atl.

"You see, Amoxtli. This whole town... It was once populated by those who are now cowards. They left for our greatest enemy, instead of facing the threat that laid at their very borders."

And like that, he looked down to the lands of Cruxati. "And now, the same enemy has started to rise again, now in the hands of Sibri. For now, if we wish to strive, we must keep true to the pact of the mainland. But soon?"

He rose his right hand west, where the coast laid. "We'll build a boat. And we'll start getting what the mainland wishes for us to get, once again." And like that, he looked down towards the plateau which Ozomatli's statue once laid.

He murmured. "Glory to Gehenna, and Glory to Atl."

And like that, he looked back towards the temple. He had to decide what to do with that.
(Katzan Xizoh)
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[20:49] Amoxtli says, "..I.. 'ave a lotta food. If that 'elps, I can start gatherin' resources.."
[20:49] Amoxtli says, "...I got over a thousand logs stocked 't home."
[20:50] Katzan Xizoh says, "We need to exert our influence. I'll reunite with Sibri to decide what we're to do now. Apparently... A lot of the magi spoke up after he appeared. Perhaps there were many unwilling to join Atl."
[20:50] Katzan Xizoh says, "Pitiful, all of those."
[20:51] Amoxtli says, "They fear you."
[20:51] Katzan Xizoh asks, "They -fear- me?"
[20:52] Amoxtli says, "Yes."
[20:52] Katzan Xizoh says, "I am a representation of Atl, Amoxtli. There is nothing in that which doesn't say that they shouldn't fear any Atl worthy of the tribe."
[20:52] Amoxtli says, "...so they all hide. They fear the Atl, 'nd how we've fallen, time 'nd time again."
[20:55] Katzan Xizoh says, "We've fallen. And yet, look at THIS."
[20:55] Katzan Xizoh says, "Ezmara has fallen, and they seem not in the will to come back."
[20:55] Amoxtli says, "...that is true, yah. That is true.."
[20:55] Katzan Xizoh says, "And we, of Atl... We have the Xizoh. We have the--"
[20:55] Katzan Xizoh says, "We don't have the Tepin anymore."
[20:56] Amoxtli asks, "...where is yah sister, anyways?"
[20:56] Katzan Xizoh says, "But we have those willing to take it back. To ma--"
[20:56] Katzan Xizoh says, "Someone told me... She was drowned."
[20:56] Katzan Xizoh says, "Someone from Crafthold told me."
[20:56] Amoxtli says, "...oh."
[20:58] Amoxtli says, "..I am sorry for bringing it up. Chieftain."
[20:58] Katzan Xizoh asks, "Why?"
[20:58] Katzan Xizoh says, "She was weak."
[20:58] Katzan Xizoh says, "The weak either get beaten down until they die, or they accept the protection of someone stronger. She refused mine."
[21:01] Katzan Xizoh says, "Those who do something like that... They do not deserve to live, sometimes. Happened to be my sister."
[21:01] Katzan Xizoh says, "It is truly sad to have someone like that sharing my blood."
[21:01] Amoxtli says, "...still, I should not 'ave brought it up."
[21:01] Amoxtli says, "It makes yah the last."
[21:04] Katzan Xizoh asks, "And?"
[21:06] Amoxtli says, "...I suppose that makes yah more important."
[21:06] Katzan Xizoh asks, "And? Is that unexpected to any level, Amoxtli?"
[21:10] Amoxtli says, "..I.."
[21:11] Amoxtli says, "No."
[21:12] Amoxtli says, "Na', it.. wasn't."
[21:12] Amoxtli says, "...just, please do not die."