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| Mercinus3 | Mar 3 2009, 01:11 PM Post #61 |
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The English Kitty Ninja
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((Right... I can't wait any longer for more responses. Whoever hasn't responded may wish to follow the group as they wish, but I can't wait forever for everyone to respond.)) Mercinus smiled as Brodin and Sindra had said what their decision was. Although he was feeling fear for Sindra, thinking that she was the person that Menza had been talking about, but he had recuperated from the gunshot wound. He felt her gaze looking up at him, and turned towards her. "Just try to keep me away. You must know I would walk through hell if you asked, a walk in the woods...a simple matter. If I should fall, know that I will remain on the other side raging at the gate until you arrive, be it a hundred years. Still I do not think we will fall. It is not our time." Although the words had lifted his gloomy spirit, the mercenary was still unsure if she would be alright for the oncoming fight. He realized that he was much better than he was earlier, and was able to fight, although he should be wary for any strenuous attack from him. He smiled, and kidded her on the cheek. "I know that we're not going to fall. Though you can't deny that possibility." He turned to see Menza talking to Saninan, though the conversation that the prophet was having with the Delituro was not known to him. He thought about asking them later, but he decided to let it go, since that the conversation between them was for those two only. No one else should get involved. He turned to Valhurth, who hadn't said anything after the battle near the Drægar's cave. Although the mage was a good ally to have for this fight, the mercenary can't wait any longer for the reply. "Right... I guess we shall see what this threat is, and try and remove it from these plains. Valhurth, if you decide to come with us, feel free to follow. Otherwise, wait for us in Galbeez until we arrive." He unsheathed Silver Moon, the sword weighing a little bit more than before, though the wound had affected his strength. "Ok... Lets head inside, and clear the forest out." Menza had heard the order, and walked towards the forest, with Mercinus and the group following behind them. ---------------------------- Inside the forest, the scientist looked at MZ5205, and checked to see if he was recovering from the setback that he had earlier. She smiled as he started to recover rapidly from the sudden pain. As she inspected his body, she noticed that, not only the pain had originated from the side, but there was also a visible wound that was there, though no one had shot him. She shook her head, cursing for the fatal flaw that the 'project' had. "This is not good. It seems that not only did the bond between you and Mercinus shares the pain, but it also inflicts the same wound that the other person as well. This is not good at all. Until you have severely wounded the mercenary with the axe that you wield, no one should be ordered to kill Mercinus at all. That includes you, Hunter." She heard him curse, unhappy that he was not going to kill the mercenary. She looked at the project, showing the worry within her eyes. He looks a lot like him. There will be no sad day when Mercinus Greyback is going to be killed, since MZ is going to take his place. She heard the alarms from a scout, warning everyone that the group was approaching the forest. Without another heartbeat, she walked away from MZ5205, and began barking orders out. "Alright. I want the generators to be well hidden, so that the group does not have the chance of taking away our advantage. If the generators are destroyed, heads will roll. Hurry up now... They are on their way." Once everyone started to scramble forward to follow the orders from the scientist, she turned back to the 'project', and smiled. "Are you ready to meet your nemesis, MZ?" For the first time since he was released from the tube, MZ5205's facial features started to become visible, though his exact features were still hazy. His red eyes were the clearest seen, showing the opposite of what Mercinus had in his own eyes, and had shown cruelty and pure evil, with a hint of revenge. Like the mercenary, he had one massive scar that ran down the side of his face, following the same fashion as the marring scar that ran down the Descendant's face. He looked at the scientist, then looked in the general area where Mercinus was. "I am ready for him to meet his doom." ---------------------------- As the group had entered the forest, Mercinus was enchanted with the scenery that was held within them. Even though he had lived inside the rainforest for his entire life, enabling him to see the unique life forms that were held, he had never seen anything like this before in his entire life. All of the living creatures that had lived here was nothing that he had never seen before. There was more species of bird living in this small forest than all of the exotic birds that were living in Garresch Rainforest. He even saw a bird that had the ability to peck out the wood from the very trees here, something that no creature was able to do within the area of his home. His eyes were taking everything that was new to him. Unknown to him, he had led the group into a clearing that laid in the heart of the forest. Within the clearing was a man. Mercinus eyed the lone figure carefully, not trusting he sighting. Once the mercenary started to examine the person, he started to get the feeling that he knows this person. The apparel that he was wearing was familiar. His air was familiar. Even the weapons seen on the fire was familiar to him. As he drew nearer, and started to look at the man's facial features, Mercinus started to snarl, figuring out who the figure was. "Why are you here, Hunter? I know that you have betrayed Terrubane, your home, to the Werepyres before the Destruction. What gives you the right to suddenly come waltzing back into my view again, just so that I can defeat you for your treachery?" "Well... you see, Mercinus... you are the one who had betrayed Terrubane. I had warned you that the Beacon of Hope was weak, and was susceptible against an attack. However, instead of heeding my warning, you and your mercenaries had started to become lazy. I did Terrubane a great deed, showing that the Beacon of Hope was not what it used to be, and was built on its reputation, and not the actual strength. As for you defeating me..." As the ex-mercenary paused, a huge group of warriors started to walk into the clearing, surrounding the entire group. Their weapons gleamed with the light that was coming from the sky above. Hunter drew his sword, which Mercinus recognized in an instant. "I highly doubt that. Do you really think that I was going to fight you alone, when you have a..." "That's enough, Hunter. We don't want to spoil our surprise." Mercinus' face changed from anger to a face, showing the expression that he had recognized who the talking person was, before they had walked into view. The scientist had walked from the trees, dressed for combat. Although her leather armour was more revealing that most armors, her face shone out from the armour, and the mercenary shook his head in horror. "Hello, Mercinus. It has been a while since we had seen each other, after you had killed your best friend in school, in cold blood. I am surprised that you can remember me." Mercinus took a step back, shaking his head from the fact that his past had come back to haunt him again. The icy blue edge of his claymore dropped onto the floor, even though the grip was still in his hands. His ears didn't register what she had said, just trying to turn away from his grim past. "No... It can't be..." Those were the only words that he had muttered, the information still registering into his head. Standing in front of him was a scientist. He managed to mutter one name from his lips, before he fell into a complete shock. "Alexandria..." |
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| Neutual Demon | Mar 3 2009, 02:56 PM Post #62 |
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Cakeo? Imp Cakeo?
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Luman heard footsteps before he heard a faint whisper of distant voices. "Seems like there are people about." he said softly to Kura, running a finger across the now glowing stone before tucking it away into his pocket. On normal days, he would've just kept on walking, minding his business, but today was different. Today, curiosity killed the cat, and he snuck silently towards the voices. As he approached the voices, Luman shifted from walking, to making himself float slightly above the dry leaves. Telekenisis had its advantages, but the best of it was tucked neatly away in the back of his head for future refrences. He could catch the words of the people, talking about traitors or something along those lines. Luman silently pushed himself up into the treetops, before landing softly in a dense tree. Crouching low, his dark eyes caught sight of the two groups, facing each other, and talking. The one man, who was holding a rather large, icy blue claymore, let the blade fall. The dark elf was curious why, until he spotted the female who had just waltzed in. He chuckled to himself. His eyes then scanned the rest of the people in the clearing. There were several men, but only a couple of females. Most humans would think of females as weak, but he knew otherwise. Dark elves were raised in a culture, were females were generally above the males, including fighting. Which made sense, for they were lighter in weight, and a lot more nimbler on their feet, but in strength wise, they were rather weak. Luman didn't move, and wasn't planing on moving. He didn't want to get into this fight, especially when he didn't evne know any of the people present. He didn't want to get into another mess. |
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| Wyrmling | Mar 3 2009, 05:24 PM Post #63 |
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RP-Crazy @_@
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Alyre followed at the rear of the group, scanning the forest around her and drawing her bow. She wasn't really a member of the group, so instead of walking with another she settled for keeping watch at the back, making sure the party wasn't surprised from behind. The small elf knew that her bow would be mostly useless if someone engaged her in close combat, but she was sure she could get in a few good shots before that happened. Among other things, Alyre Seerwater was a skilled archer. She kept her senses open as she moved, using her hearing and sense of touch as well as sight to find possible dangers in the surrounding forest. Back home, there were several dangerous creatures that could not be seen until it was already too late, and Alyre had learned not to rely too heavily on sight alone. She stepped lightly on the forest floor, making little noise, but her watch was often interrupted by the call of a strange bird, or the scuffle of a small animal in the trees. All of these animals were new to her, and the diminutive woman was eager to get to know them better. The forest setting was more familiar, but this too differed. The trees were smaller, thinner, and some were covered in strange spines instead of leaves. Alyre forced her attention to a more attentive watch: there would be time for exploration later. Time was something that Alyre had in excess, for her kind often lived to be several centuries old. Though they matured quickly, reaching adulthood at the age of thirty or so, their aging slowed dramatically afterward. It took an elf over four hundred years to become middle-aged. Alyre noticed that the group had stopped, and she started to move slowly away, sweeping her gaze around the area. Coming out from behind the group, she saw that there were several people waiting ahead of them, looking well-armed and dangerous. The lithe figure slid subtly behind a tree, using the cover to swing herself up into its branches. Settling in a shaded spot near the trunk of the plant, Alyre drew an arrow, flicking her eyes around to find a target. She was slightly disappointed by the limited range of the tree's branches, but she made do, selecting a high limb with good visibility. She noticed the short exchange between a woman and Mercinus, frowning with worry when the mercenary seemed to go slack and loosen his grip on his weapon. Now was not the time to be appreciating the look of other women. Nocking her bow, the tense elf waited silently for the battle that she was sure was imminent, keeping a vigilant eye on anyone who looked like they might take advantage of the mercenary's weakness. Edited by Wyrmling, Mar 3 2009, 05:31 PM.
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| Oracle | Mar 4 2009, 06:12 PM Post #64 |
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"I know that we're not going to fall. Though you can't deny that possibility." She hugged him a final time and answered, "I can only hope that we come through this." Her eyes drifted to her brother,"and Brodin as well. I can not imagine either of you falling. We will prevail." "Ok... Lets head inside, and clear the forest out." Sindra eased out of Mercinus' embrace and drew her sword, "Let us be about this then. I would rather have it over and done than worrying which of us it will be that falls." She kept in step with Mercinus as he entered the mystical forest. It wasn't long before they encountered their foe. A dramatic change came over her love, and her insides quivered in fear. Something was very wrong. Her accusations...they had to be wrong, or only part of the story. But the part that had Sindra worried was the fact that the fight seemed to have gone out from Mercinus. He was defenseless. Sindra had been chanting her spell since they entered the forest. A soft blue glow radiated from her by the time they had met the enemy, but her heart was anything but soft. This woman wanted her lover dead, and clearly he could not fight her, but Sindra had no such qualms. The air around her turned frigid. The soft look that came to her features when she looked at Mercinus was void. The look leveled at this woman was hollow and without emotion at all. She was merely something to defeat so they might be on their way. "I don't know what past issues you have with Mercinus. I know only that you have wounded him now, and for that you will pay." Brodin towered over his sister, but he too imposed himself in front of the weakened Mercinus. "Let's quit with the small talk. You want him dead? You will have to get through us to do so." |
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| Dark Jack | Mar 5 2009, 12:17 AM Post #65 |
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When the stranger approached them, although it seemed that the stranger did not actually approach them on purpose, since his gaze was fiercely locked on a single patch of dirt just a few feet from the two of them, where the character seemed to head relentlessly and stop once he reached it, refusing to move even an inch from that spot. Then the character said a number of words, and although Gerald thought that it would suggest that the creature spoke a different language at first, since it made no sense at all to him, he soon realized that he actually tried to make sense, but not speaking in sentences. Actually, it seemed that he spoke one word at the time, as if thinking that each word explained itself, despite that the creature left no trace in his voice or body-language that could suggest some kind of sense of the words, some explanation. Gerald sighed, realizing that this character was just as crazy as Jey/Meryc was... and thought that if he had not been well aware that his head would just pop right off his neck if he tried, he would have hanged himself. It did seem that insanity enabled Jey to understand the stranger, though, since Jey repeated one of the words the stranger had mentioned as if that was his name, and then introduced herself. Gerald was not entirely sure what to do, since he really did not have time for this if he was to have any chance of ambushing the group with the Forsaken Weapons and claiming the artifacts that could bolster Gerald's power and help him fulfill his ambition, even if it meant helping that gibbering fool, that "Lord" Sacremento, to get there. "I'm Gerald River," he told the stranger, "And I'm busy! I..." He stopped himself, staring at the man with complete astonishment. Did his magic eyeballs fail him, or was that creature actually... changing? Or rather, its clothes were. They seemed to shift and shapeshift right in front of him, becoming hard scales on the stranger's body instead of the clothes they had been before. And even more incredible to someone who possessed as vast an amount of knowledge about mana as Gerald did, the creature did not even seem to concentrate to cause this change! Perhaps Jey is right after all, he thought to himself, Maybe it really is me who is insane... Not quite being able to accept what he had just witnessed, Gerald spun around and started walking through the plains, heading in the direction he remembered having seen the group he had been stalking in last. They did not have time, as he seemed to think over and over again, and besides, he really could not deal with both maniacs and people who apparently shapeshifted spontaniously and spoke single words instead of sentences... not right now, at least. Most of all he wanted to kill them both, but he needed Jey to help kill the ones with the Forsaken Weapons, and he was not sure what Jey would think if he tried to kill the stranger. So he did not. "Come, Jey... or Meryc, or whoever you are at the moment," Gerald urged her, temporarily ignoring the annoying shapeshifter who did not seem to be able to have a tolerable conversation with, "We have a job to do." |
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| Teslyn | Mar 5 2009, 09:01 AM Post #66 |
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a fleeting presence
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Arech's strange speech, the abrupt shifting of her clothing into something else entirely, something hard, something different entirely, something that reflected the sun's rays sososososopretty so woah pulled Jay back from her voluntary hibernation which really hadn't lasted long because Arech's clothing changed into something else entirely, something hard, something different entirely, something that reflected the sun's rays and ohohoh it was sosososo pretty-- "Sososo - prett~ yy!" Jey exclaimed, prancing towards to strange girl who was only partly insane -quite so unlike the insanenotsane Meryc and GeraldRiver-whowantedtheworld. And she grabbed the girl's wrist and started off after GeraldRiver-whowantedtheworld whowasalsobeingimpatient and she followed off because he'd told her to come on because they had a job to do but it wasn't really a job because jobs were boring and unfun and painting was unboring and fun. "Right- right- Arechrechyarech is coming, too, right-because the world needs less insane people and even if she's only partly sane wellpartly sane is better than insane in-always-fully sane --- yes?" |
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| Shienvien | Mar 5 2009, 10:06 AM Post #67 |
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I want, I can, I do
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Gerarld River. The skeleton was named that. The crowned lich. For a moment the gaze of her now golden eyes to slid over the lich who was now turning around and starting to leave for his destination, before her shining eyes, after stopping briefly on the walking skeleton, swept over the endless horizon again, searching for the destination to go to. If he asked, hers would be clear. He didn't. He just went. She didn't. Not now. She had time. And no place to go. Not before she has a destination. Again. She always had. She couldn't explain how she chose destinations. She couldn't explain her deeds. She just did. Destination. Only one place to go. One place she had to be in. The place what was chosen. She chose. She had to. He looked through. No seeing. No noticing. No going. She had to chose. One or other. Never both. There were two sides, never could be both. Impossible. Only one. Out of two. Or more than two. But one. "Changes." She spoke loud. She still had the same voice. She could lose it. It could change. She was changing. Shifting. Always. The other one of the two came over her and got hold of one of her hands and started to follow the lich. She had noticed. Arech came. Went with her. Ran after the other. The one named Gerald. The undead. And she ran with her. Her wrist she held. She had destination. Again. As long as there were them. And they were with her. Arechiarnaw. That was her. Now she was she. Not for long. "Right- right- Arechrechyarech is coming, too, right-because the world needs less insane people and even if she's only partly sane wellpartly sane is better than insane in-always-fully sane --- yes?" "Yes." Arech agreed, saying the one word which perhaps was about to make the most sense for the people around her for quite a time. "Destination." She said. "Place." As for her being sane? She wasn't insane. Crazy. Mad. No. Not by norma means. Different. Just different. Different from others. Deviantion. Not like them. Not only Arech. Not only she was like that. Her kind. The full of it. The few. Never many. Always there. "Sane." She agreed, even when her tone or body language still didn't give a clue what she was talking about, or to who. "Different." She was quiet for a few seconds again, before adding: "Not alone." As she ran she felt her legs changing. It almost dropped her to her knees before she reclaimed her footing again. Now she was running differently, rather jumping from one foot to another, causing her to make many long leaplike strides instead of numerous smaller steps like humans or elves generally did. She was now only leaning on the frontal part of her feet as those touched the ground, with the heel part high off the ground. A few more scales appeared on her skin. She changes. Still in the same direction. Still into the same being. Scales. A few more of those appeared. Reptile. She would be one. In case the changes go on. In the same direction. Towards the same creature. The hard, shining, deep sapphire-blue scaling glinted in the sun, as the golden-eyed humanoid who appeared to be in-between on her- its way on turning into a some kind of reptilian being ran along with the young human. The human was Jeyne. Meryc. The two. One body. Splitten. Arech was one. Alone. And her body. It had changes. She was the shifter. She had destination. |
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A thought can create a world, but only a word written down can ensure its existence. -When I am physically capable of doing something it doesn't mean I can do it. When I can, it doesn't mean that I should. When I should, it doesn't mean that I must. When I must, it doesn't mean that I will. -I might not always know where I currently am, but I am never lost. I know in which direction my destination lies. -There is no faith in knowing. I prefer to know, as only in this way can I be certain in my decisions. -The more people you ask a question the higher the chance that at least one of them is right. -Make me walk on walls, don't force me to dance according to others' will. -I agree that life can be depressing at times. I just choose to ignore it. -I don't figure over possibilities. I want, I can, I do. | |
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| Dark Jack | Mar 5 2009, 11:18 AM Post #68 |
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After having moved for a short while, Gerald noticed the group from earlier over near the edge of some forest that he could not remember the name of, but he thought that he remembered hearing something ominous about it, so it pretty surely was something that fell under the untalented leader and excuse of an Lord, Sacremento's domain, so either Gerald would be safe to unfold his plans there, or he would be in just as much danger as the group he was stalking. The people with the Forsaken Weapons seemed to have stopped, though, as they apparently had met some other group which they were now conversing with, and sensing the slight exhaust of mana in the air, Gerald guessed that it would be no friendly encounter, and saw forward to be granted some fresh puppets. "There they are," he said, turning around to face Jey, "Now we just need a pla... p-plan..." He paused, staring without really knowing how to react as he saw that Jey was following him, dragging some kind of freakish reptillian creature after her. "What in blazes is that?" he exclaimed, the wooden staff's surface starting to shift as his agitation coursed a little mana through it. It was only when he looked a second time that he recognized the pattern of the scales on the being's body and realized who it was. "Arech?" he muttered, now so confused that he did not even realize that his staff started growing little branches with leaves on with morph-speed, powered by his mana turning into a little tree, "What the... no way! Oh, no! You've got to be kidding me!" He let go of his staff, which remained standing since it had already rooted, and dropped to his knees. "What did I do to deserve this? Did I offend some cruel god at some early point of my existence? First my family, then I'm driven away from civilization to live amongst werepyres of all things, and finally, when things seem to be turning around for me, I meet a skitzophrenic maniac and some blank-minded shapeshifter?" He threw back his head and cried to the skies above. "COME ON! I DON'T DESERVE THIS!" Finally, he just bent forward and buried his face in his bony hands, and if he could, he would have cried. Even undead nerves had limits. |
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| Mercinus3 | Mar 5 2009, 01:11 PM Post #69 |
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Mercinus' eyes were completely closed, and hoped that Alexandria's appearance was nothing more than a dream. He squinted at the area before him, and noticed that she was still there. Out of all of the people that I have to face again... Why her? No matter how many times that he tried to calm himself down from the new encounter, looking at her made the mercenary wince with the terror from his past. Not only was the news that Alexandria was here, but the fact that she had joined the very cause that he is standing against. He turned to Menza. Was he right about her. Was she the person who he had to face? Was she working for evil? In some parts, he wanted to hurt the prophet, but in other parts, he wanted to thank him. At least that the damage was less than it would have been if he wasn't told. He snapped out of his shock when he heard Sindra talk to Alexandria. "I don't know what past issues you have with Mercinus. I know only that you have wounded him now, and for that you will pay." He looked at the sight, and thought that this would never happen. Someone that he had loved from his past is facing his love. Brodin had walked in front of him as well, shielding him from any threat that was coming towards the Descendant. Like the brother and sister had done, Menza had walked in front of him, in front of the Galacteans. It was here when Mercinus started to look at the prophet, and started to get a feeling that he knows who the prophet was, though he couldn't put a finger on it. He also had a look at the sword in his hand, and instantly recognized what it was. Is that... Zeltair? "You have no right to accuse Mercinus with the things that he didn't do. You know that he had..." Mercinus had regained his firm grip on Silver Moon, and walked in front of everyone else. "Although I haven't seen you since that terrible incident, you know for a fact that I had killed Hunter in self defense. I honestly can't forget it, since I am permanently scarred across my face with the knife that he had used against me." He started to snarl. "If you're thinking that you can have me, Alexandria, then you can think again. There is only one person in this world that I care for... and that's Sindra." He raised his claymore, and went into his battle stance. Alexandria laughed at Mercinus. "Who honestly thinks that I want you, after you killed Hunter in front of me. I have seen how you work, and I have decided to work on a little project on my own..." Whether that was a cue or just a co-incidence, a figure jumped out of the tree, and landed in front of the two parties. The figure remained motionless for a few minutes, then he stood up. Once the figure was standing upright, Mercinus brought his sword behind him, completely shocked with what was in front of him. "I would like you to meet MZ5205, or I have now called him... Mercinus Zorantanium. The first successful cloned warrior to be born." Mercinus Zorantanium chuckled out loud. Although the apparel was nothing surprising to him, the mercenary was looking at a clone. Of himself. Although the eyes were blood red, and his hair was a dark teal colour, everything else was identical to him. His facial features, his build, his height. Even his scar was identical. The only thing, apart from hair and eye colour, that could separate the two being was the apparel, and the weapons. The clone was wearing a full suit of armor, and was wielding an axe. "We meet at last, nemesis. It is a shame that you will have to fall to my axe. It is only you to harm before I am truely free. Now... Who shall be the person who would fight me first? And it would not be you, prophet." "What's the matter, whelp? Afraid that you're going to be defeated by an immortal?" Just as Menza had finished his sentence, the people surrounding them charged, weapons raised for the attack. "You people just seem to have no patience at all. Oh well... It's best if we can get this fray done and over with..." The prophet had changed into his cloud form, and moved towards an eager soldier, reappearing in front of them, with his fist meeting their chest. The surprised soldier was sent flying over the horde, and landed in the woods, unconscious. Mercinus was about to attack the carbon copy of himself, when someone crashed into him, sending both the mercenary and the attacker flying to another clearing. Both Mercinus and Hunter got onto their feet quickly, and started to cross both swords. "I have been waiting for this moment for a very long time, Mercinus Greyback. I am going to enjoy watching you squirm in pain, before I kill your dear partner in front of you." The comment had sent the mercenary into a blood-fueled fury, smacking the ex-mercenary across the face. After that, the two warriors started to duel to the death. Alexandria smirked, with the soldiers starting to attack the small group. She drew two rapiers, and started to walk towards Sindra. "Now that I have finally got you on your own, I want to settle this fight once and for all. But... before I kill you, I've got a little secret that your lover has been keeping from you for all of these years. Just like you, he had loved me. Just before we actually got together, he had killed someone in his school, ending our relationship. If he has done this to me, how long will it take before you will follow the same path that I had to endure." The scientist had raised one rapier, and had started her attack, bringing the light blade across where the Galactean's neck was. Mercinus Zorantanium watched as Hunter started to fight his nemesis. He snarled, despising his partner for attacking his target. Instead, he turned and faced Brodin. "It seems that I don't get to attack my prey just yet. I'll just settle in killing you instead, pathetic warrior." He raised his axe, ready for the Galactean to make the first move. "Do you wish to say anything before I kill your pathetic being? Edited by Mercinus3, Mar 5 2009, 01:11 PM.
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| Oracle | Mar 6 2009, 02:04 AM Post #70 |
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"Now that I have finally got you on your own, I want to settle this fight once and for all. But... before I kill you, I've got a little secret that your lover has been keeping from you for all of these years. Just like you, he had loved me. Just before we actually got together, he had killed someone in his school, ending our relationship. If he has done this to me, how long will it take before you will follow the same path that I had to endure." "You think I would believe your lies? Everything about you speaks of vengeance and evil. Did you ever have a thought that that wasn't about yourself? You don't deserve his love and never did. You used him because it flattered you to do so, you never loved him. Sooner or later he would have seen it. Alexandria you are a woman who will never know what it is to truly love another. I pity you, but it will not stop me from killing you." Sindra called forth the magic of her people in a measure she had not previously exposed to Mercinus or the others. It formed a blue aura around her so cold the leaves on the nearby trees began to freeze, crackle and fall to the ground. Her sword swirled around in front of her ready to fend off any attack this phantom from the past might launch at her. As Alexandria's thin blade closed on Sindra's neck, Sindra merely smiled at the sound of steel against ice. The tip of the woman's blade froze and shattered. "Come now, surely you didn't expect it to be that easy? You should have gotten to know your enemy before making your move." Playing with the unwary Alexandria as a mountain lioness might with a hare, Sindra lunged forward. Her claymore surging with Galactean power hacked against the woman's blades. Mercilessly she continued to strike at her blades, each time weakening her opponent. Sindra's love for Mercinus was great, and before she actually killed the woman she needed to know her lovers heart in the matter. She would wear the woman down, subdue her, and only by the words of her love would she destroy the fell being. Mercinus had been ready to attack his clone when something barreled into him, throwing him away from the others. The clone turned to Brodin instead. "It seems that I don't get to attack my prey just yet. I'll just settle in killing you instead, pathetic warrior. Do you wish to say anything before I kill your pathetic being? "Just that it will be a pleasure to remove such an abomination as yourself from the face of the world." Brodin maneuvered warily. If this clone had the same abilities as Mercinus, it was truly the one person he didn't want to fight. "I wonder MZ? Do you think you have a soul? What will happen when you die?" It couldn't hurt to try intimidating the man. Mercinus Greyback was the finest warrior Brodin had yet encountered. If it came to just brute strength Brodin might stand a chance, but Mercinus was cunning. One misstep could cost Brodin everything, and he had no intention of dying this day. With his shield ready for any axe blow that would come his way he readied his long sword. His first few swings were to test the man. His fourth stroke he timed to swipe across the MZ's midsection, exposed during the brief moment his arm was raised to strike with the axe. |
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