King Osirus
Knights of Osirus
King of Alyssus[/u][/i]
Slayer of Shade, Imprisoner of Innocence
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Post by King Osirus on Jan 20, 2008 17:01:41 GMT -8
Osirus listened to Aden's as he spoke with pure venom in his voice. The King matched Aden move for move during the time Aden belted out his rebuttal of the King's offer of pity of being born under an unlucky star. The entire time, Osirus' smile never left his face. Around him and Aden, the war raged on with a bloody ferocity. All four behemoths were wounded, if not dead. With the viera taking down men as fast as Osirus sent them out and the Order's pure desire to win, Osirus' men were being taken down quickly. But even so, the screams of dying men and the sounds of blood splashing against the night sky could not be heard by Osirus. It was as if he and Aden were in their own secluded bubble that allowed no distraction. Parrying Aden's thrusts and cuts were getting more and more difficult as the General became more enraged. Both men's endurance were being tested to the limit and perhaps, had Osirus not been possessed by Nocens Atrum, the King just might have given up awhile ago. But the dark god fueled his body to the point of machinery. However, even if the Order had the upper hand, outside Osirus' mind of knowledge, he knew the Order would not come out of this war without suffering loss. The village was still bright with fire, Takashe and Israfel were surely out there killing as many men as they could find, and although those he had employed to find his sword had yet not shown themselves, Osirus would not leave this desert without his sword.
But his primary target stood here in front of him. As Aden and Osirus matched move for move, parry for parry, it was beginning to look like a battle that could go on for hours. But it was luck on the General's side as Osirus found himself suddenly stuck in the sand. With the amount of blood pooling from behemoths and men alike, it was not surprising to find a puddle of sand mixed with the liquid. Osirus had stepped in the quick sand mixture, his heavy armored right foot sinking in past his ankle. Tripping, Osirus revealed flesh from an uncovered portion on his left arm. And Aden spent no time in connecting with this. Aden's sword sliced open the King's arm with one quick fluid movement, causing the King to roar in pain. Osirus growled threateningly as he glanced up at the General. As he blocked any other oncoming strike, Osirus had to find a way to distract the focused General. Aden would surely kill him if he could not pry the General's attention away from this ridiculous predicament. Quickly thrusting his left hand into the sand, Osirus muttered a few quick words, then glanced up at Aden with a cruel smile.
"Fool, this is far from over," he bellowed. Then suddenly, a tremendous amount of surging black energy shot through the sand towards its intended victims. The viera's ballistae vibrated heavily for a second, then without warning, the King's black magic surged up from underground, like a gyser, from under the ballistae's platform. Osirus was blowing up the ballistae.
Azazeal was gone. The young retainer had been tossed elsewhere and even though he wanted nothing more than to find him, Dulcimer had to deal with the possessed Sergeant. Israfel looked at him darkly as he managed to toss Draken off from him. Twisting his arms in front of him, the possessed Sergeant sent two chain ends after Dulcimer, and two after Draken. Dulcimer managed to roll out of the way. He knew the Assassin was in trouble. Without a second thought, Dulcimer leapt after the Assassin and grabbed a plank of wood. Twisting around, he managed to block the chains as they sank into the wood, the tips of the chains twisting madly to be freed. Dulcimer glanced back at the Assassin.
"If he's possessed, we need to bring him to Bassette! We need to knock him out! You're an assassin! I'll hold him and you strike him unconscious!" Dulcimer yelled. He was pulled forward by the chains as they struggled to free themselves. Releasing the wood, he suddenly tackled Israfel, grappling the Sergeant's arms behind his back. Dulcimer glanced over his shoulder, sweat pouring down his face.
"Hurry! Knock him out!"
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Draken
Knights of Osirus
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Post by Draken on Jan 20, 2008 17:51:07 GMT -8
For a moment, he sat there stunned by the fact that his enemy had just saved his life, but quickly shook the thought off. Draken lept up and with his left hand on Israfel's shoulder as if to keep him in place, and with his elbow delivered a powerful horizontal thrust to his head to knock him out and then made no attempt to catch him when he fell.
"Alright..." he breathed as he kneeled over gasping for air, his throat parched. "Where is this, 'Bassette', then?" The name rang a bell but he couldn't put a face to it though he had put a knife to her throat last he was here.
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Post by Israfel Deu Ausgard on Jan 20, 2008 17:59:31 GMT -8
The blow came sharply, quickly knocking out the Sergeant. Dulcimer allowed Israfel to drop onto the dirt, the Sergeant's wounds bleeding heavily as gravity pulled at him. The possessed Sergeant was down, unconscious.
Dulcimer took a shuddering breath as Israfel dropped like a stone, blood issuing from his shoulder wound. He took a couple of breaths to reassure himself the crimson demon was down before he glanced at Draken. Great...now I owe him a drink... Dulcimer thought bitterly. But that thought was shaken out of his mind quickly as Draken questioned the where abouts of the Prophet. Dulcimer nodded towards the hut closest to them.
"She's in there. We'll have to bring him in," Dulcimer muttered as he knelt down and draped Israfel's arm around his shoulders. Slowly standing, the Sergeant's sheer weight along with the armor made him feel like a ton of dead weight. Dulcimer didn't even feel it, but his entire side was covered in crimson, his stitches long since released and wound opened. Dulcimer couldn't feel it, yet at least. But his body was growing weary.
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Draken
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Post by Draken on Jan 20, 2008 18:25:45 GMT -8
'Good...' Draken thought as Dulcimer had gestured toward the closest hut. His leg wound had also reopened, however, he was not as weak as a common, underpowered human. His wounds regenerated a lot faster, and his had already healed a quarter of its original size. He sighed heavily in protest, but helped with the Sergeant anyway. "You lead the way," he said, and after glancing at Dulcimer he added, "And hurry up before you pass out and I have to carry you back as well!"
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Aden Vigil
Order of Lumen
General of the Order of Lumen
Clear and Calm as Always
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Post by Aden Vigil on Jan 21, 2008 18:10:38 GMT -8
Aden had gladly hit the revealed flesh, after all, if you looked close enough at his eyes you could see that he was basically running on primal instinct and not at all on any emotions. It was the way he had trained himself when he had been with the elves, back when he had lost his best friend because Aden screwed up. Because Aden wasn’t strong enough to help them both and he was gone forever and the only thing Aden could do was make himself stronger so that he wouldn’t let the other’s memory down, so that he wouldn’t let people down. He listened to the other speak and the words that came from his mouth surprised even him, ”I wouldn’t have it any other way Osiris. I don’t want to kill you because you didn’t learn how to walk on bloody sand. That’s too pathetic a reason for even you to die.” Aden smirked dangerously at the other, proving the point that he was ready for a longer battle. Inside of him his emotions were torn, he wanted to kill the King as fast as possible, but all Elves were taught that every warrior or fighter – no matter their race or the side they’ve chosen – deserved to die an honorable death and in half of Aden’s mind he didn’t think that this advantage was something that was an honorable reason to die because of. ”Though, you are quite pathetic on your own rights.” Aden said looking at him with a look that dared him to attack.
In a way, Aden wanted to face death today. There were two sides of him showing up at that moment and it unnerved him, but also made him stronger. Aden was certainly a lot more distracted then he had been moment before by the sudden dark feeling, but he also felt as if he was weakening because of his lack of focus. He reached inside of his armor when the other had his hand in the bloody sand. He pulled a necklace out, the same one his parents had given him before sending him off and in a way condemning him to be the warrior he was today. The waterfall with the three blue crystals caught the light perfectly and he clutched it tightly in his fist and jerked; pulling the necklace from around his neck with a small sting to the back of his neck. He didn’t care though. He kept clenching it tightly in his right fist along with the hilt of his sword. The necklace left an impression on his palm, but he still didn’t remove it, even when he felt the stinging of blood forming from his vice grip around the small silver and sapphire object.
He looked back at Osiris and said calmly, ”You cannot see you are losing.” He moved towards the other as he brought his weapons up, ready to attack the other man and bring him back into the throes of combat so that no more dark magic would be used. ”For now you should worry more about fighting me then bringing down those who cut your men down. After all, you can just replenish them can’t you?” He asked darkly as he moved closer yet; he was going at a diagonal angle so that he could keep the walk a bit longer and so that he could figure out his next move easier. He switched both his swords to his left hand as he held the necklace by the bloodstained silver chain, ”Pretty isn’t it…” It was obvious he was slipping back into the warrior that had been attacking Osiris moments before.
When the silver had been pressing into his hands he had been gaining strength, no, it wasn’t physical strength or endurance that he lacked at this point, and instead it was more mental strength. Aden had needed some memory of something he had done right and this necklace brought back many memories because Aden always wore it. It was the only thing he always would keep and would probably not go on without at least a copy of it around his neck. He only wore the real one for the simple reason that he had needed the strength it gave him. He had needed it badly and now, as he fastened it back around his neck with a single hand and slipped it back under his chest plate he felt ready to either kill or injure another person or to die. There was no midway point for him because he would fight through the injuries until death took him; others probably wouldn’t fight like that. He took a deep breath and launched himself at Osiris again. The other didn’t need any more time to send off anymore attacks. No, if Aden could keep him preoccupied for long enough then more than enough of his men would be dead and the battle would officially be theirs.
There were many battle plans running through the General’s mind and even more contradictions going through it too, but he knew there was one thing he needed to do through all of this.
Not let Osiris get that sword.
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Post by Lourette on Jan 27, 2008 6:40:47 GMT -8
Lourette was about to shoot another arrow when she felt the ground shaking underneath her. "Damnit..." she growled, and just barely got out of the way of her ballista exploding. "Damnit!" she hissed under her breath.
The viera in the trees barely got any warning before Lourette crashed into them. "Damn bastard blew up our ballistae!" she cried. "Do you have any more?"
One of the viera, a tall, slender male, shrugged. "Those were our two best. We did have some that weren't as high-quality, and some that aren't finished yet, but, if you want something useful, have ye ever heard of those bunnypults?"
"You mean catapults?" Lourette asked, raising a brow.
Another viera, a bubbly-looking girl, probably half Lourette's age, popped out from behind the male. "No! Bunnypults! We're not cats, we're viera! We're bunnies! So we named them bunnypults! I helped design them!"
The former lieutenant placed her face in her hands. "Alright, whatever. Just get those damn bunnypults or whatever the hell you called them down here. Maybe we can make some use of them..." "Or maybe I could help..." Lourette whirled around to see Akikaze standing on a black ballista. "I managed to get a good eyeful of how the contraption worked when I fell off my Simurgh, so...I think this is how it works..." "Aw, hell yes!" Lourette shrieked. "I forgot you were one of those painter things!" Throwing her head back, she howled, and her howl was joined in by the other viera until Akikaze, too, howled.[/center][/sub][/color]
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King Osirus
Knights of Osirus
King of Alyssus[/u][/i]
Slayer of Shade, Imprisoner of Innocence
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Post by King Osirus on Jan 29, 2008 18:28:04 GMT -8
Osirus chuckled broadly as he pried his hand from the sand, his long hair billowing with the night wind. His bright white teeth seemed to shimmer in the darkness, the smile of a demon. Both men smiled at each other like two snarling dogs trying to size each other up. But both smirks were that of a sort of deep seated battle insanity that the elf himself was falling for. Sure, purity still rang in his heart, but the battle cry inside him was trumpeting madly.
"You are a fool, Aden!" Osirus roared as he dragged his foot from the sand just as Aden flung himself at the great King. This was it. It was the final moment of this battle. He would rip Aden's head from his body. The king had been fully enveloped in the madness of the fight. He just wanted blood. Aden's blood. He wanted it. He wasn't even thinking of the sword. Blood. Blood!
Aden and Osirus clashed together, their swords meeting in an unholy amount of sound and sparks. For several moments, they locked in battle, yelling out their furies and desiring the blood of the other. Osirus was fueled by the great Nocens Atrum, but he wasn't sure what fueled Aden. But sooner than later, Aden would have to fall. But before he could get a chance, something would happen that would turn the tides of war. With the village suffocating in its own ashes, the fire consuming it with a rabid hunger, even if the Order did win, they would suffer a major defeat of their home town. The flames ate away at all that was burnable. But the battle victory was handed to the Order. Be it by luck or fate, the end of the battle would befall Osirus quite literally.
The injured behemoth Osirus had ridden into this battle with had been shot multiple times, risen, and shot again. This huge beast had given its all and taken out a pretty number of the Order's men. But to fate's design, Osirus' twisted sense of slavery of these beasts would be his downfall. As the behemoth rose to its feet again, one last arrow from the ballistae would be its last stand. The behemoth let out a bone shaking trumpet and stumbled from its position, slamming several men into the stand before tripping. Osirus never heard the beast. Even as he shoved Aden away in an attempt to put some killing space between them, Osirus had managed to save Aden's life as the huge behemoth behind the great King suddenly collapsed, right on top of the king.
The behemoth had fallen on the King.
Almost like a ripple effect, the men who had been clad in black armor stopped as they watched their King disappear in an explosion of sand and huge deadly crushing weight. They all stopped, staring at the place where Osirus had once stood, the giant corpse of the behemoth now resting on top of him. The men out in the sand looked at each other with a lost look. Not only was their King gone, their ears ringing with the silence of the lack of his orders, but neither the General, nor the Sergeant was present.
What were peons to do without a leader?
Then, as if their weapons were suddenly diseased, they dropped them in the sand, their faces white with fear that they would now be struck down by the order.
Dulcimer and Draken dragged the heavy Sergeant into Bassette's hut, the distressed Prophet watching as the two men walked up to her bed. She gasped lightly as she reached for Dulcimer's side, but he shook his head. Bassette looked from Draken, to Dulcimer, to the bloodied Sergeant in their arms. "I-I..." For a moment, tears threatened again. Dulcimer glanced at Draken, then motioned him to help lay Israfel on the bed. As they laid the bleeding Sergeant on the white sheets, Bassette looked over Israfel. For a moment, she stared at him, then slowly raised her shaking arms. As she brought her palms over his face, Dulcimer noticed the thick black smoke from the fire creeping in quickly. He glanced at it and winced. The village was going up in flames because of him.
"Bassette...I think maybe we should evacuate you to a safer place before you do this..."
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Draken
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Post by Draken on Jan 30, 2008 19:19:02 GMT -8
Draken's glance shot between Bassette and Israfel, feeling relieved that he could get out of here when she moved to do something. Then his foot tapped impatiently when Dulcimer called for evacuation and growled in frustration. "Look," he snapped, "Whatever we're gonna do, we better do it now before you collapse from blood loss or this one-" he gestures to Bassette, "breaks down."With the rage out of the way now, he sighed deeply. "I'm sure we can get out without getting impaled," he added in a much calmer tone. "We can get-" his voice trailed off. For a moment, he stared blankly at the door. "Hey- wasn't there another one with you?"
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Aden Vigil
Order of Lumen
General of the Order of Lumen
Clear and Calm as Always
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Post by Aden Vigil on Feb 2, 2008 14:00:58 GMT -8
Aden didn't make it out of the battle with Osiris unharmed though. He had moved the wrong way while dodging moments before Osiris managed to slice him across the hip. Aden hissed in pain as he looked into the King’s eyes and saw the madness that was echoed in his own eyes. It didn’t stop him though. ”A fool? Hm, I believe you are the fool Osiris.” Aden roared over the sounds of the battle as he looked at the King with a deadly glare. He kept himself back on the defensive for now because he didn’t want to get his own foot stuck in the sand. No, Osiris wouldn’t hesitate to cut him down and Aden would prefer to survive this battle and this war before he took death head on.
Aden’s instinct warned him as soon as he heard the behemoth’s cry of pain. Even if it was a creature from hell, well, it was still a creature and Aden felt bad for it. He had trained himself against it so many times, but had failed each time because it was part of being an elf to feel bad for creatures. Though, Aden pushed the pain and the anger down at the memory of the lives of Order members that it had taken and also about how it probably wished for the death, in the condition it had been in. Aden didn’t even notice that his opponent had disappeared below the creature, but he was sure that his opponent was pretty far gone. ”Damn it , Osiris.” he muttered as he walked around and looked for the King. How had he missed the King’s disappearance when he had told himself to keep his eyes on him? He turned to the men that followed Osiris and the look of terror on their face plus, the fact they had dropped their weapons was a key factor that maybe the King hadn’t run.
Maybe the creature had fallen on him…Well, that would explain a lot. Aden turned back and looking at his men, he called out. ”Don’t let your guard down! Try to round them up and then we’ll figure what to do! Only kill those that try to run.” He added to amuse those who were annoyed by the fact that they didn’t get instant death. If the King was alive and somehow showed his men that he was, then they would start up and he didn’t want his men unaware and unprepared for it. He turned back to the Behemoth. He shook his head as he moved towards it, only now aware of the pain in his hip and the exhaustion and dehydration he felt. He would be sleeping for a long time after this battle was done with. A very long time.
”A pity the great King couldn’t keep himself from falling under his own steed. What a great King you are.” He said standing at the edge. If he was trying to do anything, he was trying to see if the King was alive. If the man was alive, then he would probably get angry and make another appearance, but silence might mean that what people have prayed for has finally happened.
That the King died.
Aden was doubtful though. He really was because he didn’t like trusting accident like this, but either way, he kept his weapons around his wrists and with gentle hands he pulled the blood necklace out again. He placed a gentle kiss to it before sliding it back under his armor. His eyes were trained on the last spot he had seen Osiris.
This couldn’t be over so early. It just…couldn’t.
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Prophet Bassette
Prophets of Alyssus
Prophet of Good Health of Mind, Body, and Soul.
"Lumen blesses those who Believe"
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Post by Prophet Bassette on Feb 6, 2008 17:51:08 GMT -8
Bassette looked at Draken, then to Dulcimer and nodded. "I agree with Draken...I should do it now before he wakes and becomes a hassle..." Bassette said. Dulcimer offered nothing but a sour look of worry as he paced, the black smoke billowing around the hut. Bassette brought her hands over Israfel's face again, breathing deeply as she struggled to regain herself. Her composure was quickly fading, and she knew it. Draken had pointed it out and Dulcimer was politely ignoring it. But she knew she was not offering anyone help by weeping and feeling useless. But she couldn't help the creeping feeling of dread building up in her. The prophet had no idea what was going on out in the battle field, but she couldn't help the growing feeling that something was wrong. Taking in a deep breath, she gently lay her finger tips above Israfel's brow. Muttering a few words under her breath, she felt her mind wander again. Azazeal...please Mother Lumen, let him be okay...please let him be okay. I don't know what I will do if he is dead...
As the Sergeant's face twitched, she directed her attention back to him. "This man has been through enough..." She whispered. Then, she closed her eyes. Dulcimer and Draken could feel a growing pressure for a moment as Bassette gathered strength. She seemed to shimmer brightly as she began to pour this energy into Israfel. Immediately she could feel Nocens Atrum's dark power pushing against her. It was trying to keep Bassette from pushing it out of the Sergeant's body. Bassette winced as the dark magic seemed to burn against her, her whole body feeling as if she were on fire as she combated the darkness. But she was not alone in the fight. The Sergeant's body was twitching and his face twisted in pain as the two sides fought within his body.
You will not win Prophet. You are far too weak. Your human emotions keep you from being strong. And soon, you will feel pain like no other. You know nothing of those around you. Even those who reconcile always fall back into sin!
Bassette winced in pain as the black energy in Israfel pounded against her, sweat breaking on her brow. She clenched her teeth as she poured more of her strength into the Sergeant. Nocens Atrum, you will fail as you failed against my Mother...I will not let you have this soul...I need him to combat your pathetic puppets... Bassette took a deep breath and poured in the last of her strength. Suddenly, Israfel took a shuddering breath as his eyes flew open in shock. His mouth was wrenched open by an unknown force and without warning, pure black energy heaved out of the Sergeant. The black energy whipped around the room, a mocking laughter ringing out. Then, without warning, it exploded the roof and shot into the air. Israfel shuddered violently, then suddenly passed out. Bassette looked at Draken and Dulcimer, her skin pale.
"I did it..." She muttered before passing out on top of the Sergeant.
Dulcimer flicked debris out of his hair before he glanced at Draken, shaking his head. "Ever see anything like that? We need to get them out of here before this hut is engulfed in flames too..." Dulcimer muttered. It was then he winced, grabbing his side in pain. Now, he could very well feel his torn stitches. He looked back at Draken, gritting his teeth. "Let's bring them to the Eastern entrance. I gotta see if Aden is alright..." Dulcimer said as he moved to grab Bassette. Very carefully lifting her into his arms, he nodded to Draken as he lead the way.
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Draken
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Post by Draken on Feb 6, 2008 21:05:02 GMT -8
Draken flinched as Bassette adressed him by his name. Usually that was only done by one person- King Osirus. But her voice was much sweeter and softer- like his mother's. He suddenly felt like a lost child. His mother was calling his name distantly but she could not be seen, her voice constantly fades. And no matter how loud he tried to reach out for her, as if in a dark room, or cry out for her, she would not come. Just his own name fading, fading...until it was gone.
When reality hit him again, he glanced up solemnly at Bassette as if nothing happened. She was already in the middle of her work and the dark magic gathered in the room that drove Draken's senses uncontrollably wild. With the sudden urge to kill all of them, a hand lay quivering on the runed pommel of his shortsword. The magic escaped through the roof, and after a moment Draken was able to recollect himself, sitting there as if he was watching the whole thing in awe.
"What the hell-..." he stammered, directed more to his reaction than to the ritual just performed as he shook the dirt from his hair. When Dulcimer explained what had to be done, he nodded but gave a look in disgust as the elf was mentioned. "Let's just get it over with," he said through gritted teeth, vexed once more as he gathered Israfel.
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Post by Lord Nikanoru on Feb 14, 2008 18:58:26 GMT -8
It wasn't supposed to happen like this, he thought as he rode through the burning wreckage, followed by a pair of mounted guardians.
The news had spread across the battlefield like a wildfire: that Osirus was either missing or dead. Nikanoru heard the news shortly after he returned to his bunker, disheveled and injured from his confrontation with the Prophet and her Viera minions. His men were confused and scared, much like a flock of sheep without a shepherd. But Nikanoru knew better: King Osirus couldn't be killed so easily.
As much as he hated to admit it, it was so egregious it couldn't be denied: the Knights of Osirus had been defeated. When questioned about their next course of action by his men, Nikanoru instructed them to mount up and return to Du Aurella. After all, Osirus wouldn't want his esteemed advisor to be captured and executed by those disgusting rebels that called themselves the Order of Lumen.
And so they spread out and set course for Du Aurella.
Nikanoru was boiling with fury and embarrassment as he rode through the desert with his two bodyguards. How they could have possibly lost to the Order of Lumen was beyond him. Needless to say Osirus would be out for blood once he returned to Du Aurella. He conjectured that either Takashe or Israfel - or both - would suffer for their failure. And possibly Eltana as well, seeing as it was his fault that Takashe lost control.
And speak of the devil! The maddened general himself was crouched down like an animal before them, eyes flaring with insanity, jaw lowered and mouth foaming. So he managed to escape the chaos in the city! Nikanoru was slightly impressed. Nevertheless, he wasn't about to sacrifice himself to the bestial man. Osirus would have to look for another general to fill Laties' spot, it seemed.
"He should be severely weakened by now! Kill him so we can get out of here!" commanded Nikanoru. He was growing very tired of all these interruptions.
Before they could even make a move against Takashe, however, both of his guards had been dismounted by the feral psychopath. One was severely injured and unable to stand up, the other was being ripped limb from limb by Takashe. Nikanoru stared at the carnage with a blank expression, the fact that he was now defenseless against an out-of-control monster slowly dawning on him.
Takashe set his gaze on his former master's throat, blood dripping from his mouth.
Nikanoru glared at the general in apprehension, carefully reaching into his robe's pocket and clasping his last remaining scroll. "...Takashe, if you make one move against me I swear you'll be spending the rest of your miserable life the Blood Chamber. Now stand down!"
Not surprisingly, Takashe didn't back down. Instead he lunged at the skeletal man, preparing to sink his blood-stained teeth into the man's pale throat.
Nikanoru's eyes widened in fear of his life. He activated the teleportation scroll and was instantly engulfed in a black aura. Unfortunately for him, Takashe managed to leap onto him just before he vanished.
"You fool!" Nikanoru shrieked as the dark aura immediately turned bright crimson. The spell was malfunctioning, and he knew it. The scroll was designed to transport only one person. Now that Takashe was being teleported with him, the results could be catastrophic!
The two vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving behind nothing but burning ashes.
-exit Nikanoru and Takashe-
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