Seneca the Hero

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[18:53] Tyflo moved fast for being a blind creature. Hoping to make it through the group of magi before being noticed. Tyflo would have preferred to leave his brethren to deal with the problem meanwhile he reaped the rewards. He did not care. At first he managed to sneak past. Making it a little ways inside the city.

That was when he stopped. Taking a whiff of the air as he usually did. He could smell it nearby. Looking over to the direction of his enemy. Unable to see him, but wholly able to sense the power coming from the man.

Tyflo's usual grin turned to a nasty frown for a moment as he realized his plan had been foiled. Still it was not long before it returned. As Tyflo could barely contain himself. His source of food was just nearby. He just had to get past the magi. Even the magi could be a source of food.

So that is what Tyflo had decided. Pointing in the direction of the magi. Revealing a slender finger with a rather sharp black nail.

"Tyflo hasdecided~ You will become food for me!" As he spoke he drew his weapon. Gathering his darkness in a single point. As it began to coat his weapon with an odd radiance.

Suddenly Tyflo flicked his weapon sending a wave of darkness forth towards his enemy.
(Tyflo)
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[19:00] The shadows clinged upon the path before him. The sun having set during the battling upon the outskirts. His injuries had left him as a member of the rearguard. One of those that served as a last line of defense to the people of Osrona.

'Stay here, protect the people. Rebuke the fiends that make it thus far.'

Those were the words of his commander who'd stationed him here. In truth, as his hand trailed along the ruined adamantite that coated his chest he couldn't help but be a little relieved.

After all, his encounters with the demons had ended with defeat after defeat. White lockes fell down to obscure his eyes as he gazed upwards. Towards the orange glow near the docks.

They had fought themselves through the walls. The glow showcased their successes. It was a bad sign, it meant the FIrst Light was being pushed back. That's when he saw them, a cruel imitation of a clown. Cowled in shadows and lingering darkness.

The draconic warrior's wings stretched as they spoke, getting read for what was to come. "A tempting offer, but how about we settled down and talk about it some? I know a great burger stand neab- Or not."

The words hadn't even finished when that wave of shadow lanced towards him. With a rush his wings beat to get him out of the way. As he drew his dulled sword, holding it high in the sky. Before swooping down towards Tyflo!

"Surrender before this get's out of hand occultist!"
(Seneca)
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[19:10] Like a raptor descending upon prey, the draconic warrior closed the gap. His hardened scales helping to mitigate the vicious fulisade of occultic power that coated his frame.

In close they began to exchange blows, the demon's assault was redoubled once the smell of Seneca got close. The scent of lavender filled the air, a lovely smell. It seemed the effeminates draconite understood the value of hygiene. Ah, right they'd also have that smell to focus there strikes.

In close the two figures traded blows, blade against staff. Yet, it was in this moment that the dracon spun around, striking the demon fully with his tail, knocking them backwards and creating more space between them. Every second he could feel his skin stretching and tearing as he sought to push himself beyond his limits. He knew that fighting a demon meant you had to go beyond what you where capable of. Yet, even as his skeleton expanded time and time again he felt it growing harder and harder to stay focused. To maintian his temper.

"Hahaha! You're scary demon! However, you can still surrender because I can assure you!" As he spoke he'd wave back towards the homes at his flank.

"So long as they are in danger I will not and cannot falter here!"

As he spoke his serpentine eyes narrowed, violet hues glowing softly as they watched the demon's sudden shifting. His hands reached down and he pulled forth a potion. Bringing forth a dangerous concoction that helped stoke the dragon within. Readying for the next clash.
(Seneca)
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[19:17] Being knocked backwards was the final straw. As Tyflo unleashed a roaring screech. Enough to hurt anyones ear drums. He was angry now, but would it be enough? One thing was for sure, he could no longer maintain his human form in excitement.

The flow of mana surged through him as his body grew in size and his figure deformed even more. Revealing a mouth with a horrific size, and razor sharp teeth as long as daggers. It seemed as if Tyflo could swallow a man whole in one bite.

"Ah now Tyflo is angry~! One chance to run or you are done!" He rushed in with his weapon now a glowing blade of darkness or was it more like a whip as he lashed it outwards towards Seneca.
(Tyflo)
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[19:32] * You have been awarded 2 Roleplay Points! *
[19:36] Eyes, dilate. Breathing increased. Emotional dissonance? Critical. Activate RAWR combat plan.

The sight of the mighty Kaor, the headiness from battle, the rage from his potion, and perhaps most of all. The full ignition of his inner spark. The calling of the dragon.

Glowing orbs of violet watched the demon as he roared, charging forward with that accursed blade. Slowly Seneca reached over and gripped his blade. It was a dulled thing, purchased from a storefront garbage sale.

Yet, as he held the blade high. Runic inscriptions along it's length began to glow. It was the soft glow of comfort to all those who saw it. As it radiated with not holy power, but the divine.

The basic code of the universe rendered down in runes applied by a random madman. It was supposedly meant to make the sword a light for all those who saw it to know safety. Yet, most likely it was just an enchantment to make it glow. A gimic.

That didn't matter in that moment as his voice raged across the road. Towards the demon, with his wreathing shadows and great blade so close to a whip.

"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"

With that he brought the sword down and struck the earth with a vicious clang. Cutting off the demons charge as great spikes shot forwards. Vicious spines that sought to pierce the demon.

As it was a distraction as the Drakonite rushed forwards. His body coating in thick bone plates as he rushed up the ivory spikes. Leaping into the demon, unleashing a deluge of raw unrestrained violence.

Every limb was a weapon, his hands unto swords, his teeth spears, his wings the tempest, his tail the tides, and his sword? A drill unto the heavens. Though, his blood rand wet upon the ground. THe demon's counter attack just as vicious as his own.

Yet, the fighting was pushing futher and further towards the people's homes. That's when Seneca made the choice. His hand rose, and with it the ivory spikes which littered the field simply crushed inwards. Destroying the street itself and casting the demon and himself into the pits of the deep sewers.

It felt like days as they fell, battling each other all the while. Yet, in the end they would each land in different sections of the sewers. Losing one another in the battle... For now.
(Seneca)
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[19:45] It was a hard fought battle through the streests of Orsona. In the end Seneca took the battle to another level. A lower level persay, as they fell through the sewers and possibly some form of underground catacombs that existed underneath Orsona.

The battle raged as they fell. Tyflo striking with all his might and lashing out with his dark whip from time to time. Yet Seneca gained the advantage in the end. Managing to land blows that forced the demon away as the both fell, Tyflo clearly exhausted from the battle.

As he reverted back to his human form and collapsed in a different area of the sewer. Only to awaken moments later, coughing up an ichor like substance which one could assume was demon blood.

Tyflo quickly gathered himself. Realizing their battle was not over for now, but that Tyflo would have more difficulty than expected making it through his opponent. So he fled in the shadows. As if he melded into them disappearing without a trace, but leaving with a loud exit.

"I'll be back Magi~! Believe me when I do. I'll eat you whole!"
(Tyflo)