Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Sept 25, 2013 23:47:54 GMT -6
Thistle tensed as flames erupted around the beast. Cursing inwardly, he mentally prepped himself. He couldn't afford to get hit by those flames. Who knows what it will do to a vampire who hasn't made the full shift yet. He knew he was faster than fire, but was he faster than the demon himself? His boot crunched against the throne as he leaped leaving a large dent in the back of the chair. Splinters of wood flew everywhere as he propelled himself forward, ignoring Starfire and her attempts at peace.
It was times like this when thistle was grateful for the hours and hours studying battle theory and strategy back at his old monastery. It gave him the invaluable ability to think on his feet, assess situations, and adapt instantaneously. Further enhancing those already formidable capabilities were his lupine senses and vampiric speed, as well as years and years of experience. Thistle had become, without a doubt, one of the greatest monster hunters to ever grace the human world.
None of that mattered now. What mattered was the knives he was flinging at the nameless one, whom thistle had mentally dubbed grumpy. Cause he was so, well, grumpy.
The 2 knives sped towards their target, each one aimed at grumpy's wrists. Thistle tracked their flight obsessively, Glaive pointed straight at Grumpy's heart.
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Post by Starfire on Sept 26, 2013 11:04:27 GMT -6
Starfire sat back and watched the flames ignite. She was scared but her face didn't show it. As thistle launched off yet again she let out a loud sigh. "Men..." She sat on the ground and watched the battle.
'This could end one way or the other. I place my bets on the demon.' She shrugged at the thought and place a hand under her chin as she rested it on her knee. "Reminder Thistle, you have heal spell. It hurts demons." She said slightly annoyed.
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Zell
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Post by Zell on Sept 26, 2013 12:12:56 GMT -6
In a flurry of movement and a spin of his weapon, Zell managed to deflect both daggers; one glancing off the heated steel of his bracer, the other off the shaft of his weapon. And although they may have missed their desired targets, both still ended up embedded in his wings. With barely a grunt of pain, the demon general caught the others weapon in the hooked steel of his own, locking them.
Zell had to admit, this boy was good. He was a lot faster then he ever would have imagined. Just as fast as a demon. But even so, all that did was make this a fairer fight. With his thick plate armor, ability to fly and his fire he still had the advantage. He had been in a lot of battles against many a demon. He had seen most powers that this world had to offer. This fight was nothing special. Well, other then the fact he was fighting someone from a different plane.
With a sudden flap of his massive wingspan, the demon sent a surge of fire towards the human.
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Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Sept 26, 2013 12:42:51 GMT -6
Cursing, Thistle grimaced. His plan had worked, sort of. Seeing the knives skitter off course gave Thistle a better idea of the demon's speed and ability. Unfortunately,he was rather talented. Clever, too. Using his armored wrist to simply absorb a hit rather than dodging it was ingenious, to say the least. In addition, he had read the monk's strike to a tee, using his own feint against him.
As a wall of flame roared towards him, courtesy of those blasted wings, Thistle disengaged, using the momentum of his jump to carry him up and over again. He landed lightly on the shaft of Grumpy's corseque, immediately jumping back up and over the flames. Spinning around, over the demons head, Thistle realized his next move.
The demon had the advantage, due to his flight capabilities. That had to be remedied. And quickly, too. He dimly registered Starfire's shout from the other end of the throne room, filing it away for further thought. "Damn girl" he thought, as he dropped behind the angry demons back, Glaive held out in front of him, ready to block the next strike.
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Post by Starfire on Sept 26, 2013 14:52:09 GMT -6
Starfire watched but she was bored of what was going on, she didn't care really who won. If Thistle died, It's be easier to roam the human plane and if the demon won, doubting that would happen, we'd be down a general. We'll she didn't really want either to die.
"What's the point of you guys fighting? He's here big whoop, i'm taking care of him, I don't need you watching my every move." She said in anger.
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Zell
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Post by Zell on Sept 26, 2013 15:26:10 GMT -6
The demon was already spinning to face the monk before his feet even touched the ground. His opponents strong point appeared to be speed and agility. Zell knew that he could match that agility, but while his heavy plate protected his vitals from harm that also meant that he forfeited his speed. The human would be hard pressed to get a weapon through it though, the armor was 'well' forged, meaning that it was imbued with the power of the plane. Only weapons crafted similarly could harm it. But then again that didn't protect his thighs, upper arms and wings from harm.
Perhaps a different tactic was in order.
With a powerful flap of his wings, Zell shot straight up, spinning slightly before leveling out. Hovering about 20 feet above his enemy, the general, using his weapon as a catalyst, started sending blasts of fire towards the monk.
In the back of his mind he registered the girl talking to him. He wouldn't let it distract him. One wrong move and he might lose a wing, or his life.
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Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Sept 26, 2013 16:19:58 GMT -6
Madly ducking and rolling, trying not to get burnt to a crisp, Thistle felt a familiar sinking feeling in his chest. The floor was burning. Another minute down here and he would have no where to run to. Glancing up, he saw the ornate balconies glittering above the demon. Humming contentedly, he flipped over backwards, tossing his cape off to save him from a fireball. He used the momentary lapse in the onslaught to plant, twist, and leap up, over the demon's head and landing atop the beautifully carved railing of the nearest balcony.
Thistle remembered a lesson from Vyckour, in the many uses of white light. Vyckour had always used his magic defensively, granting protection from certain things. He had, however, mentioned how it could be used in an offensive manner. If you channeled your power into a weapon, it would gain a holy aura. Granted, the aura was not very permanent, as healing magic didn't take well to tools of death. Still, it worked.
Drawing on this power now, the blade of Thistle's glaive began to glow a pure white. Glancing down, prepared himself for the next flaming onslaught, and his golden opportunity.
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Sept 26, 2013 16:29:07 GMT -6
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Post by Starfire on Sept 26, 2013 16:29:07 GMT -6
Starfire watched the ground. Before she knew it, it spread like mad. Now she was getting a bit scared. She didn't want anybody to die exactly. Stabding up Star took a slight running pace and her wings lifted her off the ground. Mumbling grumbling stuff to her self she held a tight grip on her staff. She couldn't really do anything so she just... Watched.
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Zell
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Post by Zell on Sept 26, 2013 16:42:56 GMT -6
Eyes narrowed, Zell watched curiously as the human leapt nearly 20 feet from the ground to the balcony. Perhaps he wasn't so human after all...interesting notion. Not many could so effectively dodge all of his fire either, and it caused a spark of respect to light within it.
His powerful wings pushed him back and away from the monk, working hard to keep him in the air as well as in a single place. Something about the light glowing around his opponents weapon made him uneasy. It was the same type of light that the lord Halizar used to control the army. Getting hit by that....wouldn't be pleasant to say the least.
With a large sweep of his weapon Zell sent a wall of flame towards the monk.
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Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Sept 26, 2013 17:32:19 GMT -6
As the flames roared towards him, Thistle calculated quickly. Going up was too predictable. Going down was just a terrible idea. Sideways it is, then. As the heat from the flames grew, he jumped sideways, crossing behind a large stone pillar, to reach the next balcony. As he did so, the flames reached the pillar, threatening to engulf him. He quickly leaped back, timing his jump so that he was hidden by the pillar as the flames crossed. Having used the of fire as a smokescreen, Thistle was pushed of the balcony, straight at the demon. Whirling his glaive expertly, he flew true, coming out of a wall of smoke and flames.
He swung, lightning fast, at the demons wings, hoping to even the battle somewhat.
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Sept 26, 2013 17:38:03 GMT -6
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Post by Starfire on Sept 26, 2013 17:38:03 GMT -6
Starfire coughed at the smoke the travelled around the room.
"What's the point? Why continue?" She coughed again bringing her free arm up to her mouth.
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Zell
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Post by Zell on Sept 26, 2013 22:30:54 GMT -6
 Lightning fast, before the general even had time to bring his weapon back for another swing, the monk emerged from the billowing smoke and dying fire not five feet in front of him. Eyes wide in surprise, Zell flapped back but not before the glowing blade of the glaive cut through the flap of his wing, drawing a near 3 foot tear. With a shout of pain and quite honestly, shock, Zell plummeted from the air, disappearing from view into the engulfing flames on the ground. Nearly the entirely of the throne room floor was a sea of fire now, yet the red hot licking flames didn't seem to be devouring the ground or walls. It burned by it's own will, existing without need to be fed. Such was the nature of the general's fire, a pure and dangerous weapon. |
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Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Sept 27, 2013 17:12:50 GMT -6
After connecting with the demon's wing, thistle realized that he had nowhere to go. He had planned on grabbing on to Grumpy's back after swinging, but, never having used wings before, he had overestimated their capacity to keep a demon flying. As his adversary fell to the ground, Thistle followed him, thoughts racing. He couldn't afford to get burnt. He couldn't afford to to fall hit the ground.
Reaching out, grabbed a balcony, crying out as his arm nearly tore out of it's socket. He pulled up, turned, and kicked straight down. hoping to beat the flames to the throne. He had found something earlier, and it was his only hope.
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Post by Starfire on Sept 27, 2013 17:23:07 GMT -6
Star's eyes began to water, the smoke continued to rise, she couldn't really see anything but she half watched as the other demon had fallen into the flames she tried to see Thistle through all the smoke and saw him hanging on the edge of the balcony, she began to fly over there before she noticed him let go. Star began to panic as she picked up speed. She grabbed his arm and held tightly with one hand. He kept slipping from her grip but she held onto him. "This was a stupid idea, I should have just come here myself." She said before she began to push on the door.
As soon as it opened she landed on her feet and dropped Thistle as he fell to her knee's, panting and coughing. Quickly before the guards beganto rush up to the throne room she again grabbed Thistles arm and tugged him to keep going. Hearing footsteps down the hall they should have taken she pulled him and rushed down a flight of stairs. She knew if they went far enough down, the dungon would be there, giving them time to hide and think about what to do next.
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Zell
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Post by Zell on Sept 27, 2013 17:46:42 GMT -6
Laying amidst the fire, Zell grit his teeth in the pain. He could feel whatever light magic the man had used coursing through his veins, poisoning him. His left wing was pouring blood....but at least it was still attached at the bone which meant it could be repaired. It took him a couple minutes to recover, the white light dissipating until it only affected his wing, numbing and paralyzing it. Grunting with pain, he pulled the two daggers loose tossing them casually into the fire. With a rumbling growl he finally stood, his armor white hot, his hair wildly disheveled. Clenching his hands into fists he watched as the red sheen of heat passed under his skin. It was time to start taking things seriously.  Both eyes started glowing, flickering with his fire as his gaze darted around the now empty room. Had the monk fallen into the flames like he had? Where was the girl? Finally his fiery eyes fell on the large set of doors, now cracked open. Frowning, Zell raised an arm and with a roar the flames swirled into a heated twister above him before dissipating and disappearing entirely, leaving only the smoke and very hot ornate stone floor. It appeared this was going to turn into a game of chase. Or perhaps he shouldn't even bother. He didn't really have the time to chase cowards, not while the injury to his wings smouldered with the burning sensation of the white poison. Picking up his red hot weapon, the general stalked out into the hall, flaming eyes searching for the two. Where had they gone....? |
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