Conall - Gaiar attack/Vampire's curse (CoI) (9/3)

[17:07] {NARRATION} A small force of Gehennans approach Gaiar Aetherius, primed to attack....

Make your opening posts, the matchups will be posted shortly.
[17:08] Bauk's eyes return to the Gehennan tribesmen- ... and yet, he feels himself being unsteady in his own gaze. Once, he'd come onto their land with his fangs bared and his dagger drawn- ready to slay, exsanguinate and flay-asunder any infidels misfortunate enough to cross his path: and yet, that was before his duel with the sea-mongrel. Before his spear had been broken, before he'd been forced back, before the scornful and disapproving eyes of his own brothers were laid upon him...

But there's no cowardice upon him.
Bauk trembles with rage-

-for he would redeem himself only in the blood of the tribesmen, and an eager hand plucks his dagger aloft for just that purpose. "Many of you mongrels I will slay, and yet many more will fall when I come to burn-down your huts and forests..." He speaks- aloud, booming with his thick Apropriyan accent as he utters those hateful words. His curved dagger gleams with iridescence where he holds it aloft.
But while confident he would avenge his disgrace in the death of men and women by the scores, he could no longer hold back: Bauk unveils the true shape of his dagger... which, in truth, was no knife at all "... by the dozens, by the hundreds and into the thousands I will impale your mongrel people on my lances!" He calls-out, a fell promise accompanied by the summoning of his powers: Bauk's left hand tears-open with a volley of bloody crystals, the sanguine masses jutting-out and flying free in front of him to assemble into a rod- ... a pole, soon.

He seizes it in his rapidly-healing hand, before lowering his dagger's curved blade into the blood-crystal rod's tip in a gory fluorish. With a loud BANG, the dagger's pommel breaks-into and is soon clutched by the crimson shards, revealing its true purpose: Bauk's blade was never a dagger, but a spearhead.

He levels it forward- before leaping high into the sky, and falling unto the attacking Gehennans with a felling fervor...! Bloody spikes jut from his lance, the haft of which ever-twists with malevolent force.
(Bauk Druzhina)
[17:10] A formal curtsy, delivered unto the Gehennan intruders.

A broken girl, Valmasian in appearance, though heavily littered with an endless supply of scars upon her face, hands, and any other piece of exposed skin. Despite this, her head and shoulders bow downwards to the savages whom dare step upon their lands.

"Greetings. I am quite glad you've made it here, to join us today."

"It will be a... Wonderful slaughter."

A crooked grin, when the girl raised upwards, staring unto their armies.
(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)
[17:11] Isaac truly didn't know how to feel about this. He knew that this would end badly either way, but for which side? Reaching up with his large ruby red claw, he rub at his shoulder carefully. He needed to get this over with, so that Amnon wouldn't have to worry.

Sliding into a position where he could either sprint or fight back, the black and purple winds began to surround the boy. A blast of dark energy, and he was prepared.

He was just born not but a year ago, already helping defend his home. Yet he was with Father. There was nothing to fear, not at all.

"Alright... Alright! Give me strength to keep going,"He nodded his head, before raising a hand upwards, prepared to create a blast of gale to strike out!
(Isaac)
[17:11] With news of a raid being plotted against Gaiar Aetherius, a sinister smile formed across the teen's face. His heart began to beat rapidly, anxious to once more face off against his enemies.

After meeting up with some friends, specifically those from New Sarradia, the Dryad rushed forward alongside them and other allies to the front-lines of the battle.

It seemed that Gaiar had caught wind of the raid as there was already an army waiting there to meet with the forces of Gehenna.

"KESHESHESHE"

He laughed as his large eyes met with the enemies forces. Petals swirled around, gracefully dancing through the air as the Dryad awaited to see whom he'd be doing battle against.
(Shika Heart)
[17:11] Ashera had watched the marching from afar, out of both sight and mind. It was clear that they were marching upon the capital, a place she cared very little about. It was this lack of caring that had initially prevented her from heading towards the city, but eventually the curiosity grew too much even for her.

And so she decided to defend her capital, for better or worse.

The giant arachnid stands behind the crowd, eight red pearls scanning over the group of potential meals. She's silent, a predator watching for her prey...
(Ashera)
[17:12] Another battle in the deciding factor as of who would become the ruler over these lands. Yoru stood tall to understand who was the rightful rulers of this land. The creatures who were here before any of the humanoids arrived. He wouldn't be surprised if they saw them as cancerous cells rotting away the land that they all lived in.

Embers erupted off of his body as he grabbed his sword. He had a new objective. He had to many damages upon himself. He couldn't ascertain another one. Not now, not ever. He bowed his head in prayer to his great Death God. His whispers sounded like waves hitting the sea shores.

" Merciless God, lend me your strength and power in this battle as I take back my vengeance for all the scars that were wrongly committed against me. You delivered me from hell more than once. Through your darkness and your power you have given me strength I pray that you give me strength another time as I face the terrible conversive evil that we all know may corrupt the balance."

The male moved his arm back and forth then raised his head from his own prayer. Now was time to begin this savage destruction in the name of his beholder.
(Yoru)
[17:12] The Arch-Lord of Gaiar Aetherius was held aloft by two pairs of blazing black wings, an oppressive heat falling around the plains. A thick miasma of occultism wafted around him, ripe with enthralling magics that twisted the minds of lesser men. Fire and black magic was held universally by the ram headed archon.

In one hand sat a slender trident ripe with runes, while an age old grimoire was nestled within in the other. Its surface was rough and black, lined in symbols of an ancient civilization. The Archon of Court stood present with a judging gaze over the Gehennan crowd.

"Outlanders, invaders. Conductors of genocide. You return once more with a lust for blood that exceeds even my vampiric comrades," it spoke with a thin-lipped grin. "Blood will most certainly be spilled on this day, as you mongrels so greatly desire. The lifeblood of vermin will flow to return to the homeland we stand atop, Agartha."
(Lugonqi Alazauq)
[17:12] Marching forward the Priest would come forth with the Gehennan raiding party he felt it necessary to continue engaging in conflict against the savage demons and other monsters that horde the power of chaos and the corrupted.

Laphicet grabbed his spear preparing to fight. Arcane energies creating a golden hue around his body as his aura sprung to life. Whomever would be his foe he'd face head on. No longer would he run in the face of evil he would face it straight forward and defeat it utterly if necessary.


(Laphicet)
[17:13] Zoldak's featureless golden mask reflects the images of goods and wares as he looks through the market, hovering along calmly with his hands clasped behind his back. Suddenly, the sounds are Gehennan warcries and drums sound out in the distance.

"Oh... Oh my."

He smoothly pulls an intricately engraved mana pistol from shoulder holster, a click ringing out as he opens the valve sealing the mana chamber. His whole body begins to heat up, circuits flushing with energy from both within himself, and without.

"Seems I'll be dealing with more rebels today. Most unexpected."

He adjust his neckerchief and lowers the pistol, now pulsating with barely contained power, down the street, waiting for any approaching enemies.
(Zoldak Lelhua)
[17:13] So there was a raid today, this was something Mugen definitely didn't know about.. However it would be fun to watch the violence and bloodshed.. Having obtained so new accessories, Mugen would take one of the dark spheres on his back and create a floating disk to hover over everything..

He'd casually float above before greeting some of his friends..

"Hi Shika, Shezmu, Laphicet, Ihros, uuuh.. Ohti I think your name is.. Good luck everyone, you might need it.." His last sentence was pretty serious, he saw what they were up against and he'd be damned if he had to fight that..
(Mugen)
[17:13] It was projected to, a proper ceremony for the newly Ascended Archon to prove its mantle against. Said individuals all coming for the destruction of gaiar and likely once more the Lab that drove the accursed to be.

A lackadaisical act was taken as they swarmed the fields. Each a small band of powerful magi to compete for their livelihoods.

The Archon couldn't enjoy the sight more. "Ah. . . The Fools have come and oh how I hunger! Evolution requires much effort. Yes? I require something to /restore/ the missing bits I left behind." Beneath the hood were horns that violent sprung out.

Twirling at the end, each resonated with powerful occultism. The enigma's face raised to watch the army begin their preparations.

A grin that grew to edge to edge of the beings face. Gapping wide rows of teeth could been seen and a single Chomp! sound was made as it laughed.

Filling the fields withan ever ensuing groping sound of pain and agony. Spirits had begun to appear one after another. As hairs grew Ethereal at the tips. Taking the shape of shackles as every tortured soul here was woeful of their existence when forced to serve beneath such ever impending doom.

"Surrender now! Yes? You all seek power. That I am assured of.~ Best to kneel quickly and avoid being /devoured/."
(Shiva)
[17:13] The clinking of armor and blades followed the mountain of a man, the stream of smoke following him as he continued onwards. Keaka had waited too long for their march to continue, too long to simply let roaches breed.

It was time for the first strike.

This wasn't his place to set a damned speech, that was Sonce's ordeal. Instead, the decrepit black blade was pulled from its sheath. Hunger filled him once more, hunger unlike any other.

"Do not listen to these roaches - These plagues to the lifestream. Simply cut them down, and show no damned mercy. My work that each of you hold will do the rest."

With his piece said, the decrepit blade was stabbed into the earth as fire erupted from its center. Xiuhtec, this would be a fine damned battle.
(Keaka Kamauoha)
[17:14] They marched.

The moment the warning bells rang out throughout the city of Aetherius, alerting all within of an impending attack, Illaron quickly prepared himself. For too long the Archon stay secluded deep within his laboratory, for too long he allowed Ezmara to march into their territory without opposition.

By the time he arrived at the fore, the forces of Gaiar were already prepared. His large red wings spread out, casting a shadow upon the field. A telepathic voice rang out, carried by the potent occult magic the Archon wielded.

"Foolish Outlanders." He states, his voice echoing within all that were near. "Once again you dare to assault these lands, acting as if you own these lands. Did you not learn when I crushed your champion? When I brought Ikkaku to defeat with ease?" His hand raises, causing potent winds to surge throughout the area.

"No matter. You will fall for your transgressions."

"That I assure you."
(Illaron)
[17:14] Zoldak Lelhua whispers something.
[17:14] Even with the fall of Eidolon, war was not over. Gaiar and Bhaldrithe still stood in Gehenna's way towards total reform. Chaos was still running wild, and with the destruction of the star, and the arrival of the forces of Apropriya on Agartha only made things worse.

Chaos was still running rampant...

Sonce and her men charged towards Gaiar, the next target on their list. An attempt to dwindle them down, an attempt to bring them down to their knees... Her army marched, dryad's enchanting and speaking prayers for the spirits, spirit dancers increasing overhaul moral...

This raid was going to be a success.

"Once again, we stand on Chaos' doorstep and once again we will destroy the door towards such a path. My friends - family - partners..."

Her red blade raised towards the sky, the sun reflecting in it at the forces of evil...!

"Glory to Gehenna!"
(Sonce Huitzilopochtli)
[17:14] The time for the fight was upon them.

She didn't know why they were fighting this itself, but perhaps it would be better explained over time? Regardless of the reasoning, the woman was ready for the fight, whether it would be on their end or not. She brought her hand up, clutching onto the pendant that was her own and mumbling a soft prayer for herself and for the numbers that were here on this raid today.

"Grant us the strength for this fight. Allow us to win this for order."

She murmured into the pendant of Huitzilpochtli, closing her eyes and her heart to what will occur.

She felt the nature of the other side. It made things all the more defying for her. Never has she saw so many high powers-- yet the feeling of dread-- was this chaos? Or was it simply the occultic nature hat plagued the air and what was meant to be in this wretched state that was Gaiar.

She grinned and nodded to herself.

"Ready."

She grabbed onto the hammer and rose it high as the large bits of lightning begun to filter around her body. Lightning that would begin to surge and overcharge itself from within. It was. . certainly a bad place for such practices but. .

She didn't know any better.
(Velvet Huitzilopochtli)
[17:14] Lisa'belle Rosethorn whispers something.
[17:14] Lisa'belle Rosethorn whispers something.
[17:14] Lisa'belle nods to the man behind her in the tophat.
(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)
[17:15] Endo whispers something.
[17:15] Of course Shezmu was wondering if battle this time would be more challenging than his past experiences of warring battles.. but he was not expecting this.. Archons stood across him, before his very eyes, along with a good amount of others.. What would the results be this time..?

His eyes shifted towards his twin before stating to him the obvious.

"Tsk..! Brother. This will be ..difficult, no doubt."

Flame-colored iris then returned to the enemies within sight. There was nothing else the La'Heba could do but prepare for what was next to come.

"If everyone fight with their all, we will not fall. Let us gain victory!"


(Shezmu La'Heba)
[17:15] Ohtli takes the field. Indecision was as much as poison as cowardice. And if she has to die, she will certainly not die a coward.

She joins the marching line, sword in hand, and looks ahead to the demons before her. The Drakan anxiously licks her lips. It isn't the same as Eidolon's forces. They felt...wrong. Fundamentally wrong.

She can only hope that her prayer to the Serpent is carried far on the winds- that she might see glory and be guided to wisdom by her grace, and that she might live to see the day's end.

The young Drakan can ask for little more than this as she prepares to join the others in combat.
(Ohtli)
[17:15] Half-lidded eyes are filled with atrophy.

Conall stumbles after the group, bored. He moves his hand at the twigs and sticks locked in his hair. Swarm swims by his side. Flowers sprout from earth, rupturing into large stalks as he lumbers around.

"Is of hoping are of good trophies to be of capturing today. Conall is wanting many."
(Conall Revels)
[17:16] The Gehennan raid party was well enroute. Now, it was time to intercept the forces that were encroaching upon Gaiar land. Although the priest has lost his enamored state with the place, he could not let them trespass upon the land of his father. The very same lands that squared off against the people of Jianghu until they were scattered and lost. Now, the Gehennans had pressed their luck.

"Pay heed, soldiers. They approach us with a desire to intimidate us, to kick the great pillar of strength over because we have lost two of our Triumvirate Archons that have led Gaiar Aetherius since its foundation! Do not let them intimidate you with their paltry forces!"

The Accursed focuses his eyes forward, as he yanks the blade from his back and points it forward.

"We are Gaiar Aetherius! We have survived the likes of Ikkaku! We shall not be felled by mere fodder! Come, children! Come, my fellow Demons! Show them the might of-"

"GAIAR AETHERIUS!"
(Ishmael)
[17:16] Approaching the battlefield with caution, the Sarradian had his guard up-- focused irises flickering upon the enemy's frontline.

Frowning, the elementality would declare his purpose, offering the opponent's a few words-- countenance inscrutable.

"I leave you at the mercy of my sands-- We've arrived to shed light upon the darkness that plagues Agartha, to burn the ant's nest."

Harnessing his magic, he'd call upon the wide variety of elements in his arsenal, the sons and daughters of nature coming to his aid seamlessly.

"Once again, my brother, let us secure a victory for our people."
(Ihros La'Heba)
[17:19] Floating, A crack of the neck, the soft jingle jangle of the book-shaped medallion hanging around it as they floated above the battlefield- a lack of a real weapon was going to be their downfall, the westerner licking her lips as she watched the massive crowd- the armada that was marched against...

Yin wasn't wrong, cleaning up Agartha was...

A near impossible looking goal. A quiet narrow of her eyes accompanied by a quiet grunt of annoyance. Whilst others were shouting their battle praises, her hands slowly coiled around her medallion.

She murmurs what could only be described as a simple prayer, before scoffing and releasing the medallion. Today was going to be a rough day..
(Dannie)
[17:20] Endo whispers something.
[17:20] Endo whispers: ( Kik arse todo-kun
[17:21] {NARRATION} The Vindictian-led forces rush forth across the corrupted woods of Gaiar Aetherius, breaching through the patrolling lines and crshing against the defensive line of Magi that forms in response!

A clash of steel and spell echoes into the air...

[Find your partner!]

Conall vs Bauk
Laphicet vs Ishmael
Ohtli + Gray vs Luqonqi
Keaka + Ihros vs Illaron
Shika vs Yoru
Shezmu vs Ashera
Sonce v Shiva

[Cap: 1! If both parties consent, this can be changed to any number.]
[17:28] He thrusts the staff into the stomach of a nearby Gaiar warrior. He chokes, flowers growing out of his guts, out of his blood. Mold grows on his body, crawling on his skin, before exploding into a plume of spores. They go everywhere, making it hard to breathe, making it hard to fight. Conall walks through with half-lidded apathetic eyes.

"Is boring. Is not entertaining Conall."

He mumbles. He keeps walking, but then notices.

He stops.

His maw becomes a smile, revealing rows and rows of jagged shard-like teeth. is eyes vibrate becoming wide and dialated. His body language changes, standing straight, firm grip on his staff as Swarm swims around his feet. A hand with wooden fingernails points at the vampire.

"Conall is of remembering you." He vibrates with joy.

"One was of speaking of warriors. Was of speaking of making many cattle. Khiii!" He practically drools, mandrakes crawling from the earth.

"Is of warrior. Is of true vampire warrior. Is one Conall wants.. If Conall is capturing, is wanting to be of speaking, maybe or more.. Will do, yes?

Is wondering if will be of becoming Conall's trophy. And if not? Be of telling Marisa and Samantha, Conall is of saying hi.. Has been long.. Has been too long.

Let us be of dancing, Bauk."
(Conall Revels)
[17:28] You learned the spell Accelerate.
[17:39] Bauk falls through the Gehennan's ranks- his spear plunge blasting-asunder several Gehennan warriors, the non-mages blown asunder where his grisly gore-spear leaves a crater sized depression cleaved unto the earth, like a wound. By the time the dirt and dust-clouds clear... he's staring Conall's way, with a gaze of insatiable malice: today, he'd spill Gehennan blood. All of it-!

His knees bend, one foot drawn back as he braces his lance against himself: Conall might recognize the spearhead of that weapon, its blade the very same as the dagger he often carried... "Apropriyans do not make deals with mongrel people!" He calls-out, a surprisingly bitter answer to the Atlan's otherwise friendly challenge. His eyes narrow- a fell squint upon the Dryad's own gaze. "Whatever you know of me- ... you'll forget it, for the nightmare I'll make you suffer today." He speaks- lower, harsher. An intense and evil promise which could only bode ill for the summoner...

Vampires were not a kind race- and a distinct unkindness is about Bauk, who stands ready with his spear in battle-stance. A thick red-darkness congeals about the contours of his body... a veil of corrupt mana, somehow impervious to light; it devours all luminance near, and yet somehow Bauk stands clearly visible in contrast with the awful shroud of sanguine-black and bloody red shades that course near him. "Umeret, blyat!" He calls out in the old Apropriyan tongue, before streaking-forward with a deadly plunge of his bloody lance...!
(Bauk Druzhina)
[17:48] ** Bauk Druzhina has inflicted an injury upon Conall Revels. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[18:03] The spear of Bauk was more than a simple lancehead- everything it touches seems to be blustered by a flurry of phantom cuts and punctures, flesh and scales peeling-away where the horrid weapon gouges into Conall's Daemon. The creature almost vanishes in a blast of gore-! Its blood bursts-away, beaten out of it by a swarm of lance-thrusts that fling it backwards, its body broken and hopelessly limp. No more would it serve to aid Conall, in his battle against the bloodlusting fiend-

-and though the Dryad addles his senses and tampers with time... there's no trickery enough to fully blunt the Vampire's assault: a helix of streaking reds-and-blacks courses toward Conall, bringing with it the whistling wail of shredded winds. The air itself peels away into a rending vacuum of malevolent force, as Bauk's spear lowers in his charge for their chest- ... the distance shrinks, Bauk's bloody spear closing-in aimed straight for Conall's heart!
Metal and bloody crystal bites-into their flesh, breaking rips and ripping flesh where Bauk's spearhead- indeed, his 'dagger'- punctures the Dryad's torso with a wet gush of lurid blood. The dagger's blade vibrates- sending accursed blood into the man's body. It's a dark ichor, one which visibly courses Conall's veins near his injury- ... but the sheer force of the blow sends the Dryad flying backwards, far from Bauk's reach-! Worse still, he'd missed their heart.

But he'd come fatally close...
Whatever Gods Conall prayed to, he owed them dearly.

And yet, Conall's misfortune wasn't over: that dark liquid spreads through their lifeblood, a toxin to make them sick and tormented- a poison bound to their essence, to torture their every sense- his every rest troubled by nightmares with awfuldreams interrupted only by hellish migraines. A bloody stream splatters-across the ground, between Bauk's spearhead and Conall's far-flung body, thrown far from sight by the force of Bauk's blow...

The elder stands dissatisfied- watching, as his Gehennan foe is send flying back behind their own ranks...
He grits his teeth- his cryalline lance shattering in his hands, as he laments the Dryad's fortune.
(Bauk Druzhina)
[18:10] Everything Conall uses is a façade of illusions. The light seems to be coming from a different way, or another fish would appear in the peripheral. Mandrakes seemed bigger then they were, or they would be hidden for an extra moment. But despite that, despite the feeling of radiance from the mother tree given to the dryad, no amount of trickery could truly stop the whole of the vampires attacks.

There was no wall to hide behind. Conall felt illusionary blows assaulting his own senses as blood struck at the dryad. A pained 'Khiii' breathed past wooden lips, peeling ever so slightly slight as the weapon moves straight for Conall's heart. There is a choking sound as blood fills his chest. He wrenches, nearly vomiting upon the floor in pain of the wound, yet by luck the force is so much it sends him flying.

Conall growled, a sudden wishing he hadn't played so much with the injured the other day. Perhaps he could have used that vial on himself. As it was, his body was carried towards the distance, hidden behind the grouping of Gehennas. He would be safe for now but..

There was an anger surging in the air. Both from the dissatisfied elder and the Gehenna Dryad. But at least he would live to be angered.
(Conall Revels)
[18:14] Laphicet struggled the majority of the fight. Ishmael summoned flames of corruption to combat Laphicet's own power which called on golden flames of healing. His first thrust was blocked and repelled by Ishmael's Arcane telekinesis. and was thrown off balance. However Laphicet had been training for moments just like this one. He attuned himself to the Lifestream flow combining his natural senses to the ones he had already come to master.

Feeling Ishmael's presence Laphicet could see the 'truth' of his attacks. The pattern of his flames, The tells he made when using his arcane abilites and how the lifestream felt pain each time he drew forth the powers of Chaos. His former teacher was no easy foe however due to Laphicet's experience fighting many diffuclt foes he had finally grasped the 'Truth' of his own actions making his foes more and more easy to predict.

Laphicet charged Exorcistic lightning into his hand pulling from his power a spear. Laphicet used his abilites to move towards Ishmael despite his ability to fly through the air Laphicet would float using his telekinesis to make platforms for himself. As he climbed up closer to his would be prey he'd slam him with a telekinetic blast of Lifestream energy. As Ishmael taking his opportunity he'd quickly slash the man with a holy magic infused spear head. Focusing his energies into completely eradicating all the darkness that was within the mans body.

The spear of silver lightning was thrown directly towards Ishmael a speed in which he could not escape. Catching him off guard yet aimed directly into his former teachers heart. Holy lightning coursed through his body charging the Accursed with his purifying energies. Laphicet descended from the ground Landing on his feet slowly. He'd move his right hand towards his mouth and begin taking his gloves off with his teeth. The palm of his hand revealed a cross shaped scar jagged and seemingly self inflected. As he walked closer towards Ishmael his hand would begin to glow.

Holy fames and holy lightning charged within one spot of his body allowing the scar to gleam a bright shade of gold. As he walked over towards Ishmael he'd place his hand on the Accursed forehead. Holy magics burned into demons spawns head as Laphicet would begin to pray."Dear Angel Kraus I sent to you an unclean soul. I will purify this vessel and allow for your warmth and your embrace to shelter and divide what remains of this poor fools life. May in his next life he become pure. For this is true justice. and that is the ideal I serve." Cold golden eyes would pierce into Ishmaels Violet hues. As he lit his body on fire both with Electrical and flames burning the body to a complete smolder after all that remained. The only identifying marker was the cross shaped rune on his forehead. Left behind by the Priest of Kraus.

He'd take what remained of the body with him...he knew how to make some use of it.

(Laphicet)
[18:15] The Accursed High Priest fought with his all, hovering in, swooping down with as much flame and fury that he could muster. But it wasn't enough. No matter how hard Ishmael fought, no matter how much of the Lifestream he cultivated within his bosom, it was not enough. All it took to fell the Accursed was the searing heat of the javelin, as it pierces through his sternum. Ishmael hadn't noticed the gaping wound, not until it was too late, as the last two orbs of holy fire batters into his weakened form.

It was not enough to win, as he's forced to kneel, copious amount of blood leaking from the hole in his chest. The shimmering, cursed arcanium armor dims its influence, as Ishmael opens his eyes for what was going to be the final time. The weakened, prone form of the Accursed laid still, the right horn on his head dented, down besides his knee as he takes a moment to re-evaluate the situation.

"Soliael... Shata..."

The only two names to ever leave his lips, his eyes growing heavy, his body slumping forward, the holy fire that burned his insides evaporated the parasite as it writhes in pain. But Ishmael couldn't feel it through the cleansing light. He couldn't feel much anymore, as the light in his lavender slits dims until his being is no more. The cultivated chaos within disperses, a shockwave of power, as the last bit of Ishmael dies where he sat.

The fire ate him from inside out, the carapace unable to resist being cleansed from his form, the pale skin subjected to the holy wrath of Laphicet. And yet, he does not move, he does not murmur. For the Accursed had long since departed once his body realized that there was no heart to continue pumping blood. His lips part to speak one final name, a name that few would ever dare to think Ishmael to have ever said as, at long last, the body catches up with the soul.

"Foul witch... I'll see you in Hell..."

The final breath is drawn, the eyes close shut. No pulse left him, as the ring on his left hand exudes its corrupting aura. The blade forged of vampire blood calls out to the victor, in search of holding within a new master, as it drinks from what of Ishmael's blood remained. No mercy would have been spared, no enemy left unburnt. But the Accursed had been bested, his final battle in the defense for his father.

A final pulse is felt in the air, the connection between father and daughter now severed. Ishmael and his influence, had been purged from the land.
(Ishmael)
[18:18] The battle was difficult for Sonce, and at one stage her defeat was almost assured. She couldn't keep up - and just like the last time, there were simply too many of them. She was overwhelmed and simply - overpowered... The crack of the whip, the sound of the banshee's scream send horrible pains through her body...

The power of Chaos was simply too much for her.

Perhaps Order was the path she must have taken to be able to defeat such a creature - no. There was no need in seeing what she could have done - it was important to see what has been done... And right now, it was her defeat. What the future holds, is unknown...

But it was most likely death.

As the shadow-cannon consumed her body, shrapnel of her armour mixed with the woman's golden aura would fly off her - destroyed...

She lay, in defeat, her heart following an abnormal pitter patter to it.

Even if she may not care of death, that may only be a façade to make herself feel better. A way to make herself feel more powerful than she truly was -

Perhaps in the end, Sonce was infact scared of dying.
(Sonce Huitzilopochtli)
[18:19] Isaac was, luckily, not stopped as he flew through the battlefield. He was surrounded in mourning winds, but otherwise, he was completely unable to harm the forces around the area.

He was able to get there, just in time, to see Ishmael. See Ishmael get utterly decimated by Laphicet. Both red eyes widened and he gasped, taking a step forward. It took a moment, but then he stopped. He couldn't do anything. If Ishmael ended up being killed by that man, he would certainly be killed as well.

"... Ishmael,"He murmured, a quiet whisper that sounded somber. Without another word, he turned on his heel to try and flee back towards the back lines in hopes of being 'safe' enough.
(Isaac)
[18:20] {NARRATION} The forces of Vindictia crash against the outer forces of Gaiar Aetherius!

Blood splatters against the ground as order crashes against chaos, but in the end there is nothing but a ruined battlefield to show for the tale.

Both sides take heavy casualties, the loss of Sonce Huitzilopochtli and Ishmael being killed in battle.

Vindictian forces slowly begin to pull back as both sides mourn their dead...

Gehenna 4 - 4 Gaiar Aetherius

The battle is a draw!