Cursing Mohammad

[17:11] Xander Byron asks, "What house?"
[17:11] Asher cos Gelmont says, "You guys blind?.."
[17:11] Xander doesn't follow the color code.
(Xander Byron)
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[17:11] Azariel De Claire says, "Looks like Leonaus."
[17:12] Azariel De Claire says, "Next."
[17:12] Xander Byron says, "I'd still bang your head in."
[17:12] Xander Byron says, "Watch yourself."
[17:12] Asher cos Gelmont says, "Hey hey hey!.."
[17:12] Heron Braveheart says, "Yeah. "
[17:15] Xander Byron asks, "Any of y'all Fenrir?"
[17:15] Mohammed says, "No, but smoke is for anyone who wants it."
[17:15] Azariel De Claire says, "Wow..."
[17:15] Azariel De Claire says, "I like this guy."
[17:15] Heron Braveheart says, "I can respect that. "
[17:16] Xander Byron says, "I'm game."
[17:16] Aki Hellsing says, "There's gotta be Fenrir, somewhere."
[17:16] Xander Byron says, "You two can try finding someone."
[17:16] Xander Byron says, "It's hard as fuck to find a Fenrir."
[17:16] Azariel De Claire says, "I'm basilisk."
[17:16] Ulysses ven Pelleaux says, "Very well."
[17:17] Azariel De Claire asks, "You wished to fight?"
[17:18] Heron Braveheart says, "I'mma go hunting, Az. "
[17:18] Heron Braveheart exclaims, "Good luck Xander!"
[17:18] Xander Byron exclaims, "Thanks man!"
[17:18] Azariel De Claire says, "So hasty."
[17:18] Dio Ianucci asks, "Hm, Mohammed's fight?"
[17:20] {Won Aggressive RPB against Mohammed}
[17:20] ** Xander Byron has inflicted an injury upon Mohammed. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "") **
[17:28] Slinging away his rifle, Xander stared down his iron sights.

BANG! BANG!

Words weren't meant to be shared on a battlefield, actions were, that much proved evident as Mohammed came running.

A wild storm of fire and winds ravaged the lands as illusions haunted Mohammed's mind with an intensive gravitational push. Bullets tore through the night as each shot made it's point, empowered with his metaphysical magics. His aim truly didn't miss.

Though his enemy had put up quite the fight, it wasn't enough as Xander forced knocked them to the ground with an powered energetic burst. One that held a malice within it's very creation

"Good fight- Uhh.. What's your name?" laughing playfully as he extended his hand towards Mohammed, offering to help them up.

"I'm Xander from the Basilisk House."
(Xander Byron)
[17:34] A ranged opponent, splendid, this was the kind of high stress environment he needed.

WHIZZ!

Nearly dodging a bullet from the rifleman, Xander, only to be caught in a phantasmal attack, metaphysical energies pulling him as he's haunted by the Basilik's magic.

Snarling he roars, charging forth, trying to press forward like a mad dog in the mud. It was feeling a bit futile, but he would continue to punch and claw his way forward.

Raw energy bullets colliding with his fiery form, the weight of the world dragging him further and further back, he was relentless in his pursuit.

Yet? Xander was tactical and calm in his game, his aim just a notch off of perfection, but perhaps the rapid fire of bullets was meant to corral the young Rhoynish into a suitable position.

One that Xander exploited all too well, he'd gotten blasted with a powered ethereal burst, putting him down for the count as his body overheated. An occultic taint surged over his body, depravity and despair ting his very core.

He grunts, standing slowly, his golden eyes riddled with blotches of red. The mental trauma from Xander's attacks would surely last. His flames dissipate as he comes to stand up, trying to listen as they spoke.

Basilisk..

Xander..

Yes, that's what he said, wasn't it?

"Mohammed, Leo." He says staring at Xander for a moment more.

What was this feeling he'd being cursed with?
(Mohammed)