Katzan rips off his own arm absolute madman

[20:36] Their fight was intense. The Chieftan proved to be a good rival for Imra'el, and he was sure the Xizoh would feel the same about him. Rivalry, under the shaman's perspective, was a great way of pushing each other further on.

The flames and nature had collided greatly. For each time the Chieftan attempted to move, he'd meet all of nature's strength against him, plus the illusionism Imra'el had focused on learning long ago.

But it was barely enough, the dryad knew. He was defeated by Katzan before, and had grown the utmost respect for his Chieftan, and saying this was an easy match wouldn't be anywhere near the truth. Once they were tired enough, Katzan merely stumbled and, seeing he'd likely fall, Imra'el simply restrains himself for attacking.

They both stare at each other, clearly exhausted.
(Imra'el)
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[20:37] Imra'el says, "... a great fight."
[20:37] Imra'el says that as the flames still consume his 'skin'.
(Imra'el)
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[20:47] Katzan was taken down, unfortunately. He stumbled and fell down on the ground, and quickly as blood dripped from the tip of his lips, a forced bite taken on it... He looked with utter fury to the Shaman.

Indeed, Rivalry was a great way to push each other further on. But he missed the fact that Katzan aimed not to push each other further on, and only to push him above the other one. No matter the cost, no matter what it took.

And unfortunately, while he saw himself as the savior of Atl... He saw Imra'el now as someone who could potentially stop him from doing as he wished. This restraint in control... He couldn't bear having it.

He slowly rose back up, bleeding in diverse spots, healed by a glimpse of his golden aura. He looked towards Imra'el, before the yellow irises glimpsed down towards the bracelet at his left arm...

And like that, ignoring the presence of the Tyrium against his mana circuits, Katzan tugged on it. Violently. The spikes and everything else turned to hurt him, causing him to bleed even more, but he was decided.

He would get this out. "Hold... On... Once I get MY ARM BACK... I'm going to..." He muttered, tugging violently onto the bleeding arm through the bracelet.
(Katzan Xizoh)
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[20:50] Imra'el says, "Do not perceive me as your adversary, Katzan."
[20:50] Imra'el says, "You are my brother. I look up for you, and I hope you do the same to me."
[20:51] Imra'el look at himself, still on fire. At this point, his spell was the only thing between him and the intense pain that would come from all that burning.
(Imra'el)
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[20:52] Imra'el says, "You do not need to show you are superior to me. This tiny distance between us is but a matter of time."
[20:52] Imra'el says, "Do not slow down, and you'll have what you wish."
[20:52] Imra'el look at his back, at the two naguals.
(Imra'el)
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[20:52] Imra'el says, "As for you, you should talk to Katzan on that regard as well. This is his place."
[20:53] Imra'el says, "Once you choose either the place or the spot you wish."
[20:54] Imra'el says, "There are two houses currently occupied: Mugil's workshop, the biggest house southwest from here, and the largest house, south of our temple."
[20:55] Imra'el says, "The former school might become something else for the whole tribe in a near future. Me and Katzan might discuss that later."
[20:56] Zabo gives a rather nervous-ish smile, nodding at her though. "Ya...I'd rather have you lying down in a more quite spot..." he looked to Imra'el and Katzan then, figuring they'd say what was open.
(Zabo)
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[20:56] Katzan ignored whatever Imra'el said. He was too concentrated trying to pry off his own arm from the bracelet, even if it was nigh impossible to get an anti-magic restraint away from himself. Obviously, this had painful consequences: There was more and more blood, as he tugged harder and harder on the bracelet.

"I... Just... WANT THIS OFF. FUCK." He continued pulling on it, until the flesh around his shoulder started tearing off. In his mind, the defeat resonated, his flames only growing stronger and stronger as his hatred intensified.

He kept muttering. "This... Fucking thing... It's the only reason why I lost..." He kept speaking, tugging onto the arm furiously. Of course, he wouldn't stop there. His mind was already analyzing the fight, seeking for where Imra'el managed to simply outpower him.

For there was no way that someone would beat Katzan without cheating.

In any case, he kept tugging on the bracelet. As violently as he could, blood erupting from wherever his flesh seemed to give in and part. If he kept going on like that, with the pain nullified by his own aura... Perhaps he would tear off his own arm.
(Katzan Xizoh)
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[20:56] Imra'el says, "There's an abode south of here, belonged to a brother and they say-"
[20:59] Teuicui waddles off with Zabo to look for a home, though she does glance every so oftain as she's making her exit, at the chieftain basically trying to seperate himself from the anti magic restraint, by whatever means he could
(Teuicui)
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[21:02] The dryad hears his Chieftan muttering and looks at him. Seeing him in such a poor state almost made the shaman walk and try to help him, but he knew how much of a bad idea that would be. Katzan was being consumed by pride, and he would definitely not rest until he defeated Imra'el.

Good. A reason for him to keep moving foward, to not rest and let his overconfidence take him in a battlefield. Unlike the dead god Xomac, Katzan was well aware of his mortality for now - Imra'el was it's name.
(Imra'el)
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[21:02] Imra'el says, ". . ."
[21:04] Imra'el says, "Brother."
[21:04] Imra'el says, "You'll need that arm."
[21:04] Katzan Xizoh says, "I'll need NOTHING."
[21:04] Imra'el says, "Give this bracelet time, and it'll wear off."
[21:04] Katzan Xizoh says, "This FUCKING..."
[21:10] Katzan looked up towards Imra'el, still tugging on the bracelet. It pained him to do so, but the greyish flames surrounded wherever they could, the blood flow only growing stronger and stronger. If he wasn't a magi, this definitely would be a terrible sign.

However, unlike a magi... He was unlimited. He saw in that bracelet a failure. He saw in the removal of his own arm a solution to everything that could be wrong with himself, and an end to his failures, even if that was wrong and probably for the worse.

He was definitely not going to stop. A simple defeat was really enough to break him, as many have witnessed. This time, it was that cursed bracelet that damned him into doing that.
(Katzan Xizoh)
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[21:22] Imra'el says, ". . ."
[21:23] The dryad pays attention to him, looking for any minute he'd let his guard down - which would likely happen at any second...


NOW!

A vine suddenly emerges from the ground, as thick as a human's torso, binding the Chieftan with brute force. Shall he shake and scream, the shaman would simply ignore that. He would slowly lift him up and tighting up his Chieftan, carefully watching the moment he'll pass out. The second Katzan loses his consciousness, Imra'el carefully ease up the bind and grabs him with another vine, carrying him out of the Blood Pit. He would, of course, look carefully to ensure no one would see that.
(Imra'el)
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[21:26] Imra'el says, "Stop."
[21:26] Katzan Xizoh says, "LET ME-- AGH."
[21:34] * You have been awarded 0.75 Roleplay Points! *
[21:39] Katzan's flames manage to eat away at Imra'el's vines, preventing himself from going unconscious. Unfortunately for the chieftain of Atl, his ideal of having been defeated was still outrageous by himself. He felt the vines getting away, and soon enough, he used his very flames to force Imra'el away.

He failed to knock out the Atl chieftain. And like that, Katzan kept tugging on the bracelet at his arm. And like that, as Imra'el was thrown down to the ground, in the brief moments that he couldn't react...

Katzan ripped off his own arm. He grit his teeth, holding back a muffled scream, perhaps, one that couldn't be contained by his own aura of nullification. It stopped him from feeling pain, however... It was nearly not enough.

With all the blood vessels broken, Katzan's arm started bleeding like hell. It soaked the floor of the blood pit, turning it into... Quite the literal meaning, actually. A pit, filled with blood. The chieftain's blood.

His own regenerative magic worked its way, keeping him from bleeding out, at least, but it still stood like that. He held the bracelet in one hand, the bleeding, broken arm being sustained by it. And yet... He seemed glad. He let out a slight cackle, seeing the arm in his own hand as it was emptied.

"Finally... This..." He bit his lower lip, the greyish mass of occult approaching his head as to keep him from feeling all the pain resonating through his body. "This is off... I can fight..."

He then looked towards Imra'el. "Now, Imra'el... I--"

And like that, he looked towards Amoxtli, who just entered the arena. "Ugh. We'll continue later."
(Katzan Xizoh)
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