Holy Dev 4

 It was a rather casual stroll towards Theria, at least until the serpent found itself distracted by an unknown presence to the rear. Curiosity warrants its swift approach, and any thought of absconding from the demon's presence was better left forgotten as it's slit gaze peered down at none other than Minerva.

"And where is it, you hail from." The serpent hums, a single claw picking at one of the many fangs which pushed into its cheek.
(Versail)


[19:36] The young woman would slowly make her way up towards the mountains in search of ore. However, she wouldn't be greeted by a fellow who that would seem more menacing than the rest of the others she has seen make their stride.

"I come from Osrona. And from the looks of it you don't seem to approach me for some tea and a chat."

The young woman would radiate a holy presence from her stature. Not engaging, but extremely observant of the male's interaction and movements.... Her eyes not wavering from the demonic presence that looms over her.
(Minerva Elinora)


[19:42] "Oss-Ronans. Ever interesting little creatures." The corners of his lips curl just enough, to reveal the ever sharp ivories which reach back to Versail's ears. "Tea, and chat would be good. It wass- Hoping to discern just what it was that made you tick."

Lifting a hand, the demon's claw traces along his cheek, tapping upon each exposed tooth before he'd found exactly what it was he'd wanted to say.

"But you do not seem, as if though you are bright enough. Hardly having basked within Esshar's light. Yess-... Allow this one to eclipse you now, 'less you've intentions of changing its mind."

Once cool air becomes unbearable, as the demon's mana is exuded upon their surroundings. The surging heat was unmistakably a force of nature brought about by the demon's prowess with flame, and he'd yet to attack.

No, he seemed keen on giving her an opportunity to speak before all else.
(Versail)


[19:42] Sienne languidly latches on to Versail.
(Sienne)


[19:46] Sienne says, "......Ghh......"
[19:46] A few steps are taken away as she cups the midsection of her face.
(Sienne)


[19:50] Sienne says, "Tear... I have a gift fofr you."
[19:50] Sienne says, "uuwu"
[19:50] Sienne says, "omit"
[19:50] Tyrith Airgetlam says, "Ok."
[19:51] Tyrith Airgetlam says, "No."
[19:52] Tyrith Airgetlam says, "No."
[19:52] Tyrith Airgetlam says, "No."
[19:52] Sienne says, "That's all for now."
[19:52] Sienne says, "Thank you for your kindness, Tear."
[19:52] Tyrith Airgetlam says, "Of course, Sienne."
[19:52] Sienne says, "Please be safe."
[19:53] Tyrith floats away from the demon fight.
(Tyrith Airgetlam)


[19:53] yumyums
(Versail)


[19:54] Her eyes would lower as she maintained her defensive stance throughout the interaction. She wouldn't have much hesitation within the young woman. She would take a breath once more. A calm sense of resolve and faith would put an end to what would scare her...

"I have fought and resisted adversity before Occultist. I won't hesitate to do so again if the need truly calls for that action. Be aware, I refuse to allow injustice to plague the land that I have called my very own home."

She spoke. As she would generate wisps of mana from her stature. Surrounding her body in both Mana and holy magic in unison. One feeding off of the willpower she had from within, and one taking power from the will of faith...

"Iuramentum Mollitia!"

She would utter, as a shield of Holy light would beckon from her stature. The feeling of acting unwavering would be apparent to this end. She would maintain her defensive stance, awaiting the demon to engagethe drakkan first!
(Minerva Elinora)


[19:55] Sienne whispers something.
[19:55] Sienne whispers something.
[19:58] He had been ascending the mountain steps towards the mine when he stumbled upon what was going on. The Demon and the winged woman, the one he thought to be a Holy Magi, a theory soon entirely verified.

The Knight's blade left the sheathe as he approached from behind, his own Holy magic exploding forth to ignite his blade in a radiant glow.

Slowly forming above him, a massive figure of Holy mana. He couldn't speak for the woman's combat prowess, but he only hoped she could defeat the Demon or fend it off until he could arrive.

"I'm tired of these damned things.." He had traded off into an impasse his last time fighting a Demon, but perhaps this time he could prevail entirely if it came to that.
(Galynn Sulis)


[19:59] Sienne whispers something.
[20:08] "Iss- That so?"

The demon lifts its arm, twisting, and ever animated flesh reacting well to the light which it faced. Many could have presumed the accursed limb which had remained attached to his person to be not but a symbiote of sorts, chattering ever lightly as its chitin vibrated in contest of the mana which had so suddenly been poured into its being.

"It will see you fight then. Struggle, and thrive before that which hass- Feasted upon your kind. It wishes to see your soul sing, ever bright before thiss- Very adversity."

The arm tugs at her very being, battering into the ethereal composition of her soul. Yet such a light pull would hardly compare to the menacing occult which would seek to sever the connection altogether.
(Versail)


[20:18] The chattering, of its hard chitin only seemed to grow louder as such an encounter grew into the heights anticipated. The cacophony of its cursed arm, and that of the resounding explosions which consumed these grounds would only show just how well-versed Versail was in combat.

Flame consumed all in its path, and even still it appeared as if though the serpent was holding back. Preserving the flesh, and soul of one that may one day contest the occult flames which twist, and flick about his person.

To his surprise, Minerva seemed to be somewhat skilled with her fist, though to break through such a reinforced hide would prove to be far too difficult for a budding mage of her caliber. The demon's enlarged claws homed in, claiming the Mcmanson's neck with an ever viciosu squeeze.

"Far too ss- Soon, facing this serpent in hopes of seeing daylight. Yess- You will do good, to trade for the Botcher's failure of a companion."
(Versail)


[20:20] The young woman would continue to fight onwards. Despite the fact that they could not defeat the demon that was before them... It was a painfull sight to feel the male's corrupting energy overwhelm her body... It was brutal..

Bursts of explosive energies would overwhelm her body as a result. Despite her being strong enough to handle the bursts of flame and fire that was launched at her. She would wince at the darkness that overcame her as a result..

Luckily for her. She was able to block out most of the lethal damage immediately with her holy protection Incantation... However, as a result of her abilities against the snake demon, she would become knocked unconscious as a result.

And unfortunate fight for the young female. She would hold out for as long as she could stand, however. Even that wasn't enough to see her awake as a result.. She would be claimed, as she was being grabbed.
(Minerva Elinora)


[20:24] She had done her best, but even at this distance he could see it wouldn't end in her favor... His legs pumped, that golden glow increasing the closer he came.

"You're not leaving with her!" Finally getting close his shield arm goes forward, a powerful wave of Holy magic slamming into the Demon, skipping Minerva entirely. If nothing else it would force him to drop her, enough time for him to engage.

She was likely still too injured to flee alone, but if he lost this battle she would likely be taken with nothing he could do about given how injured he would have to be in that case.

The glowing titan was fully formed, it's own massive blade already swinging down to lash at the snake. He had to give it all he had to protect her.
(Galynn Sulis)


[20:30] * You have been awarded 2 Roleplay Points! *
[20:54] Yvette Eldergrove whispers: They fought yet.)
[20:58] Sienne taps far behind the two, not quite aware of the situation, but observant nonetheless.
(Sienne)


[20:58] Versail says, "Lucia, you are intelligent, yess-."
[20:58] Lucia V. Fenrir says, "Y'huh."
[20:59] Versail says, "Where could one acquire one of those, collars."
[20:59] Lucia V. Fenrir asks, "Anti-magic?"
[20:59] Versail says, "Mmhm."
[20:59] Sienne says, "Keh."
[20:59] Lucia gestures towards Sienne.
(Lucia V. Fenrir)


[20:59] Lucia V. Fenrir says, "Right there, apparently."
[20:59] Sienne averts her gaze. No remote.

Neutral, as well.
(Sienne)


[20:59] Minerva Elinora says, "......"
[20:59] Minerva would slowly wiggle as she was unconscious..
(Minerva Elinora)


[20:59] Versail says, "Mmmn... Problematic."
[20:59] Lucia V. Fenrir says, "That said."
[20:59] Lucia V. Fenrir says, "M'pretty sure he's an artificer."
[21:00] Lucia points over at Rain.
(Lucia V. Fenrir)


[21:01] Versail's claws dig into Minerva's side, if only to ensure the unconscious magi was secured within his grip as he glances at Rain.

"It would be nice if one could procure it a collar, and remote yess- IT will pay the cost, accordingly."
(Versail)


[21:02] Rain notices the glance that was sent towards him and waves a hand. Shortly afterwards, his body turns into mist and he appears beside the group.
(Rain Multhunder)


[21:05] The young woman would grunt as she grit her teeth in anger. As the grip would certainly be painfull. She wouldn't be leaving any time soon without a miracle..
(Minerva Elinora)


[21:05] Lucia has, at this point, stepped away from the current trade-deal conversation now that Rain has arrived.
(Lucia V. Fenrir)


[21:06] Sienne says, ". . ."
[21:06] Sienne says, "Give."
[21:08] Sienne extends her hands.
(Sienne)


[21:09] Looking up for a moment, he doesn't enjoy the voice inside of his head, and thus, he furrows his brow, but just shakes his head, a glance is then taken towards Minerva, before his gaze falls on the White lotus.

"Oh? Well, I certainly can, it shouldn't cost much. 450 coins at most. By the way... that flower... would it happen to be for sale or up for a trade?"
(Rain Multhunder)


[21:09] Sienne says, "......"
[21:10] "It certainly hasn't found much of a use for thiss- Flower. Though one of the witches had given it such. It would presume that it has its uses, whatever it may be." One hand clumsily shifts through his belongings, to procure the assumed cost discussed.

This amount seemed about right, and as such the serpent handed the Multhunder its pay.

"Perhaps it would consider sale, or trade if the ss- Situation called for it."
(Versail)