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Post by Psychosis on Aug 21, 2006 10:25:50 GMT -5
Rayne used Naia's spark show to make his move. He gathered the last of the energy he had been charging up and moved in point blank range. With a primal scream undheard of for such a sagely monk, Rayne unleashed the very power of the stars on the cyborganic wolf. A power he had not used for milenia. Rayne was exhausted, there was no way he could muster another attack of that magnitude. His only option was to fall back and try to regain some strength.
"Lady Naia! The fun is all yours, I'm afraid I must retire from this bout a might early.."
And true to word, Rayne disappeared into the smoke. Gone off to bide time to recover. Leaving the panthress to her own devices for a short while. None too far from there, Amon and the others were continuing their attacks. In between defending themselves against the Wraiths and Beasts they fired blast after blast of energy at Syntaru's form. A pair of sneaky Shadow Creatures made an assault on the hedgehog.. a Wraith had picked up a Beast in its talons and flew high into the harsh air.
Swooping down just as quickly it flung the wretched jackal towards Amon. With little time to react, the psionic made himself partially transparent for a moment, solidifying again just in time to grab the beast's tail. Spinning around with a fury, Amon released the beast sending it hurdling through the air back at the Wraith. The two crashed together and before they could hit the ground they were struck with a healthy blast of psionic energy.
Spade, being nudged by Stealth and Myst, nodded and began his asent along the spine of Syntaru. Climbing the mountain in the Chaos Realm gave him the strength and experience needed to scale the beast with both skill, ease, and relative silence. His mighty axe resting on his back, Spade caught up with Myst. All that was missing now was the others.
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Post by CC on Aug 21, 2006 12:42:34 GMT -5
"Hey, tall, dark and ugly!" The feline screamed up at Syntaru, uncaring as to whether or not the Demon would hear her, "What sort of pathetic creatures do you take us for, sending weeny little beasts against us?! Is that all the power you have? If so I'd..."
The feline's taunting was interrupted as the large creature that had been trailing her finally swooped down from the air, knocking the cat to the ground and clawing at her back with its large, sharp talons. The taunt turned into a scream of pain as the talons rended her soft furred body but she did not let the demonic bird continue its attack upon her back, rolling out of the way and jumping to her feet. It squawks in anger at its prey moving and turns a beady eye upon the feline. It sees the cat smirk before being blinded by a large blast of green energy, it sears into the shadowy flesh and this time the cat follows through by jumping athletically upon the bird's back. From her new vantage point, CC sees that the Shadow beast from before is closing in on her quickly, it leaps at her and at the last moment the cat jumps off with a quick sumersault and lands upon the ground in front of the pair. The Beast crashes into the Wraith and for a moment there is a confusion as the less intelligent beast rips into the bird, believing it to be the cat. A small fight starts and CC grins, despite the firey pain on her back as she readies another large bolt of energy towards to two bickering Creatures, sending them back to the Shadows where they belong.
MOre were converging upon her and the others, but she would not let up her attack upon the demon, she put on an extra burst of speed, getting herself close to the Demon in a hope that she would actually be able to distract him better closer, knowing that she was also putting herself in a bit more danger. "I'm not through yet you worthless excuse for a God!"
(ooc- sorry if the post sucks/... wrote it far too quickly)
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Myst the Hedgie
Honorary Magistrate
Snowbound Hedgie
*throws a snowball at you*
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Post by Myst the Hedgie on Aug 25, 2006 13:14:23 GMT -5
Naia halfly smirked at Rayne as he faded away from the battle. He understood the limits of his elderly spirit. Now was the time to proove herself worthy of being a Vanguard. She sparked her katana against the nearby stone and charged towards Legion, she leapt in the air and came down hard with a downward strikr to his cybernetic arm, leaving some extensive damage behind. Her sword, however had gotten stuck in the arm.
She charged a blast of Holy energy and used it as propulsion to drive herself away and free her blade. The trick worked, she now went on the defensive, knowing that the wolf would retalliate in full force after such a blow to his ego, and his armor. She was not worried though, she could handle anything he threw at her. She was a heroine of Light, defender of all that was riteous in the universes.
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Post by Shae the Bat on Aug 28, 2006 11:52:26 GMT -5
(OOC: The Roles of Stealth Greyblade and Simon Bloodclaw aka Legion will be played by Shae, in addition to his many roles already.)
The battlefield of the ashened island was asunder with chaos. The Shadow Creatures obeying the bidding of their master and striking the foolish mortal heroes, swaying them from their tactics. Yet they persevered, carrying on their last rush with courage and fortitude. The Vanguards carried on their battles against the Apostles, light clashing against dark. Guardians and servants of two polar opposite Gods were locked in combat.
Overseeing it all, Syntaru grew confused. He could not fathom the reason why these heroes persist in obstructing his reign. Their Goddess is no longer in this realm, they are clearly outnumbered and outmatched. Yet still, they battle on tirelessly, what they hoped to accomplish was lost on the massive demonic dragon. Still, he continued to watch.. ignoring the bravado displayed by some of the heroes, taunting him into attack.
'Cross the field Legion was deftly tattered and bruised, but showing no signs of wear in stamina. A deep slice in his mechanical arm, several small cuts in his other appendages, burn marks from the Holy energy fired by both Rayne and the enticing Naia. He growled and lunged out with strikes of his own crimson blades, clanging and crashing against the sword of the panthress.
"You see little one? All your best efforts and I'm still standing, fighting against you. And now I will encur retribution for the wounds you've inflicted upon me." said the wolf.
Clenching the fist of his mechanical arm, despite its damage, Simon delivered a solid blow to the abdomen of the Vanguard, felling her to her knees causing her to drop her sword into the ashy sand. Simon lifted her chin with the tip of his paws, a malicious smirk upon his face. A snarl escaping from under his breath, huffing out the hot breath of exertion.
"I've never killed a celestial being before.. this should proove to be quite interesting.. I consider myself at least a partial gentleman.. do you have any last words, dear feline?" said Simon, in a mocking tone.
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Post by CC on Aug 28, 2006 14:22:21 GMT -5
(ooc- poor Shae....)
The standoff had gone on long enough, red eyes staring deep into red eyes, ignorning for a brief moment the war going on around them. It was amazing how many thoughts could flick through Tala's mind at a time like this, some strange and threatening thoughts such as why it was the fight continued to rage even with Syntaru risen and whether or not her mortal body would allow her to continue much longer. Other thoughts were those of a creature who had been tried and tested and had found herself with more power and a budding rage that threatened to boil over, clouding her normally calm and precise vision and making her movements more eractic and random. She was a bomb just waiting to explode and the dark energy that swirled about her, masking her partly from view was enough to set even the most steady hearts a flutter with uncertainty.
Slowly, at first, she seemed to get smaller and smaller and only a little bit too late did the vangaurd realize that she was sinking into the shadows upon the ground, letting them swallow her up and engulf her, hiding her form from view and leaving Paladin on his most sharpest gaurd. She did not take long to make her expected move, only her black paws emerging from the shadow long enough for the deathog to catch a glimpse of shining metal before her long daggers were stabbed into his feet, one in each foot and imbedding themselves deep into the ground due to the strength of the blow.
She reappeared almost as quickly as she disappeared, this time just to the side of the Vangaurd- preparing a large ball of dark shadow energy to theoretically hurl at him.
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The cat managed to fire a few more blasts of energy at the large God before being knocked to the ground by a large jackal-like beast. The dark mist-like trail being something she neglected to pay attention to as it snuck up to her invisibly and attacked without her even being able to sense it. Mentally, she cursed her stupidity as thoughts converged 1) Syntaru was not being distracted by her at all and 2) she was in more danger at the moment from his Creatures than she was from him and maybe she should pay a bit more attention to them than him. But she was stubborn and would have continued arguing with herself if a sharp pain in her leg had not distracted her. She shook herself out of the daze that she was in and looked down to see the beast grabbing hold of her leg in its strong jaws, its sharp teeth dripping with blood that she could only assume was hers being yet another clue that the wound was not a pretty one.
CC yowls out in pain and kicks the demonic jackal sharply in the muzzle with her free foot, breaking his grasp on her so that her leg is once again free. NOt letting this stop her she jumps to her feet, almost losing balance as the pain makes her vision go dark and with a sinking feeling she realizes that she will not be able to move well on her leg any more, it being too painful to stand upon. Not daring a look upon it with the Beast in front of her attacking again she drops to the ground just as he is charging and uses his own momentum to flip him over her head. He drops to the ground behind her with a thud and she rights herself quickly, her eyes ablaze with green energy and a primal yowl building in the back of her throat as she throws her paws down in a large scratching motion and a large blast of emerald energy obliterates the beast,
Panting roughly she turns around, her tail swishing wildly and her ears flat against her head. There were so many of them, so many Shadow Creatures, but she would not let them stop them. Black fur raised she looks around at the enemies - she would fight until death or madness take her, "Come on, bring it" she growls, making a rather rude gesture towards evilness in general.
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Post by Lucian on Aug 29, 2006 20:15:39 GMT -5
The silvery blades of the Apostle sunk deep into the vanguards flesh with narry a sound, save for the dual timed clinks of either tip burring themselves into the ashen stone beneath Paladin's feet. The thrashed guardian of light had hardly any time to yelp at before the blast of energy was hovering right near his head, moments away from being shoved directly into his head. Pinned, like some macabre living butterfly, the vanguard was stuck fast and going no where fast. And yet, even as the ball of destructive force roared in, tearing through the meager elemental shields in place. Twilight's face was smiling in a victorious albeit twisted sort of way.
A sickening sound of tearing flesh and grunting was punctuated by one other sound. The feminine yelp of a lemur suddenly realizing that there was a steeley point of a scythe nudging into her neck. It was a short and truncated sound, even years of hard core training couldn't erase all the female qualities that a life threatening situation can bring about.
Dusting himself off, though staying on his side, the vanguard turned to view his aggressor. The blast had hit dead on, but a combination of being refreshed and Tala having run the guantlet so to speak all that remained of the blast was the char of fur and slightly burned flesh beneath on the shoulder and neck of the ex-reaper.
"You'll have to forgive the crudites of double teaming my dear, but you really leave me no options. Whilst we battle to no point or gain your master and the remaining soliders of mine are locked in battle. I'm just about out of options and you're running on empty so I've settled for a draw.
Yes, we could kill each other, and rather bloodily I imagine given our present histories. But instead a simple forced cease fire will do, true, Shade could bury that blade into your neck ending your threat all together, but if this isn't proof I've moved on from my fatalistic ways nothing else will do.
In case you're wondering why I never moved it was because I was letting Shade sap away my power to move about in your shadow. Granted, this made me a perfect target but I was confident enough that I'd survive what ever you threw at me regardless of the tactic. Bravo though, that really smarts."
The livings shadow's hold didn't waver, not in the slightest, not with random energies dispursing all around and the very land upon where they stood heaving to and fro. Having no muscle, no nerves, no tissue had it's up sides. Even the slightest movement would be fatal for the Apostle, and even the fanatic Tala knew she'd do her master little good dead. A stalemate was better than nothing but if offered the two a chance to talk, even on strained terms if nothing else.
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Tonixion
Fresh Meat
Can I Play With Madness?
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Post by Tonixion on Aug 29, 2006 22:19:23 GMT -5
(( Sorry for the HUGE gap in my posts. That's all I can say. No excuses. And as for Andre's new appearance, I posted it long ago in the art thread. ))
While the fighting had gone on it seemed that Andre was nowhere to be found, as if he had been erased from existance or defeated and buried in ash. Such was not the case of course, as the former Shadow Walker had been sitting down in the ash in the midst of this epic battle. As strange as that may have seemed Demockstro couldn't help it. As soon as the Paladin had started to sing he felt his entire being start to shift, and his mind begin to break.
He sat there writheing in what appeared to be agony, as the burnt blackened parts of his body cracked further and chipped off as if he was made of clay. It was entirely possible that Andre Demockstro... was shedding. The dull orange hair that adorned his head seemed to brighten into a fiery blaze of neatly combed locks, as he finally looked as if he was returning to normal. ... As normal one could get. The underlayer of skin was the human peach, and the malicious claws that were his hands crumbled away to reveal strong fingers.
The graciously naked Demockstro stood up, the only thing remaining of the former evil-doer was his mangled face. Half of it was still deep black, torn away long ago. Luckily for the eyes of all the apostles and vanguards, clothing soon formed it's way around the reborn overlander that suited his attitude quite well. The celestial-looking demon held out a finally-normal hand, and a white light seeped out of his single eye to begin to form the basis of a new blade in his palm.
All the while an unnervingly confident grin crept upon his lips, the one milky-white eye concentrated directly at Syntaru.
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Post by Shae the Bat on Aug 30, 2006 1:50:39 GMT -5
So it would seem now that the battle was growing long.. repetative.. droning.. in a word, boring. And Syntaru was not one to make bored. Every offensive move his Shadow Creatures made was easily countered. The Apostles and Vanguards were locked in stalemates.. Shae and the Bull were standing still, appearing as though in preparation for a hand to hand battle (OOC: You missed that in your response Syth.) The mortal heores still locked in their tactics. Tala, his Queen, was caught between a rock and a hard place.
Legion had the upper hand on the panther. But it was still dead even. And then, he caught the glance of his fervent traitor. A smile formed on the wicked dragon's visage, the forked tongue flitting out and lapping the sulphuric air. He still had a large piece of dear Andre's soul, and now that his original formed had been restored, he could manipulate that piece even further.. since Andre was not currently entwined into any combat.. Syntaru would toy with him. He raised his left claw and tore a small hole into the Void. He reached in, pulling out an eerie glowing orb, then tossed the orb directly infront of Andre.
In a brilliant flash of dark purple light, a form began to take shape in the ash. Swirling clouds of black taking a solid body of blackness, and when the dust cleared, there stood the old form of Andre in all it's maliciousness. A battle of a single soul in two physical bodies was set to start. Perhaps this would entertain the Demon while he mulled over the fate of the persistent mortals. He was fascinated with their attempts, he could have wiped them all out in a single blow long ago, but it was inticing to him. It enthralled his curiosty to see them fight on despite the odds.
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Post by Lucian on Aug 30, 2006 14:34:38 GMT -5
OOC: No, I launched an attack your way before hand and I hadn't gotten around to asking you if I should go back and delete it or not.
IC: It was a trap. Plain and bloody simple. A villain doesn't enter into a contest of skills when the world is coming to an end with out a strong reason to believe he's going to win that contest. True, the Bat was an arrogant one, pride strong enough to rival the Demon himself and perhaps in that self assurance the Dark One had found his foot hold across the Zones into each and every different Shae. That cocky persona his one chink in the armor of his soul. But if that was a weakness the traitor was showing no signs of lax behavior now.
In spite of doing battle with two very well equipped and equally enraged vanguards, having done battle before and teleporting here with the last shard, and not having had a moments respite through out this day long battle Shae was still going strong. His "master's" revival and pure viterol hatred coarsing through his veins empowering him to the point where his body could withstand not one iota more made him just as dangerous as he was powerful.
Augustus on the other hand, was far from fresh, if the least worked of the Vanguards. Save for Archer whom had disapeared after being teleported to the Final Battle Grounds. Save for a few bruises that would heal, and a nasty albeit itchy scar where Simon's blades had worked their vile technological magic he was feeling confident and limber. But physical status aside there was the auspicious omen that this physical battle was not going to end well, even if the Bat held his word to stop kinetic attacks.
There was nothing left to say, it was time to get on with it.
Left with out an option, and no better ideas the bull relinquished his prepatory stance and went on a rampage. In spite being of bovine decent, the weaponless and muscle bound Herald of the Dead was fast. Not where near that of his hedgehog or merkat kin, but faster than any hooved animal had a right to be. Easy indeed it was for Augustus to fall back into the teachings of his people, force with out death. Strength with out pain. Speed with out chaos. Each strike was practiced, strong, and deadly acurate. Had Shae not the sense to block, dodge or otherwise find himself elsewhere he knew in his heart of hearts he would not likely rise again.
The very air snapped with the sound of the vanguards robes on the sleeves of his arms. The material cracking like a whip when forced to endure the martial prowess of Herald of Souls. Perhaps not long ago, when Shae was a patron of the light he'd been curious as to why the adornments of the bull where always shorter than his bretheren and light regardless of the general uncanny amount of strength a vanguard was imbued with. Or why he always declined to join the Army of Aurora or enguage in any personal sparing matches when the Gate Keeper would challange him.
To the monk fighting wasn't about show, popularity, or even strength. It was about survival, justice, and more importantly punishment for those that have harmed others needlessly and with out cause. This ideology fueled the bovines strikes and as the movements became more and more fierce while the vanguards face remained placated and focused the weary Shae realized he would be hard pressed to win this confrontation with out breaking his word.
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Tonixion
Fresh Meat
Can I Play With Madness?
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Post by Tonixion on Aug 30, 2006 15:31:03 GMT -5
It seemed that the puppet that was attempting to escape his puppeteer's clutches had but one more string to cut with his bladed will. The reforged Reckoner was now at a level angle pointing straight towards the foe that was himself. As it was now the former form of his old-self lifted his own dull yet deadly blade so that both of the tips connected. To the eye of anyone else watching it looked as if the twin figures of Demockstro were at a still stand-off, but to those of celestial beings it was clear a battle was being waged even before the blades had begun to cleave the polluted air.
The dark shadows that wrapped around the past Andre whipped and snapped at the good, though the defensive golden aura of valiant Andre kept the darkness at bay. The clone was barking at him, taunting him. Telling him that no matter how far away from the Hell he was running from, he'd always find himself surrounded by worse. Though Andre Demockstro merely stood there, absorbing blow after ego-crushing blow into himself to think and analyze what he was dealing with.
And finally at length, he opened his mouth to speak. "You and I are not the same. Though I have sold a shard of my soul to the ultimate evil, I have no need of a tattered memory that is no longer mine. All wounds heal in time... and I've realized that that's all that you and your master are. A wound that needs to be healed." The ex-demon said boldly, confident in his assessment. A large hiss came from the clone and that one was the first Demockstro to pull his Reckoner away, turning in a full circle and carving a path through nothingness. There was a cackle and a large wave of black flames forged forward towards the original. It met with a clash of a verticle blade planted in the ground and continued around Andre, definitely something to worry about for those standing behind the giant on either side.
It was painfully obvious after that blow that this clone was enhanced and much stronger than Andre had ever been in that form. But he was not without improvements as he charged forward to retaliate, the equally large sword held out as if a batter was planning to bunt. That edge looked mighty sharp unlike the evil original, the polished armament letting out an ear-splitting scrape as both of the weapons hit, grinding against eachother in a searing embrace. Black and white sparks flew as they were in a gridlock, the same familiar muscles working against themselves. Each knew eachother's limits, but Andre had one card up his sleeve that Syntaru did not.
There was only a matter of the time to strike. And so the two struggled fruitlessly, the other getting nowhere. The ground began to crack and creak below them as the aura of evil and good collided.
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Post by Shae the Bat on Aug 31, 2006 12:26:27 GMT -5
(OOC: Must have missed that then Syth.)
Rather effortlessly, Shae used his lighter body and leapfrogged over the rushing bull, knowing that the momentum of the bull would take a while to dissipate and let him slow down to about-face. This was when Shae could strike, after landing to his feet he quickly made a mad dash of his own, leaping in the air and striking with a hard kick to the spine of Augustus. Using the same foot of attack to launch himself up and over the bull, landing some few feet infront. Shae literally grabbed the bull by the horns and wrenched the musclebound Vangiard's head to the side, askewing his balance.
Quickly releasing his grip, the chiroptera ducked low and spun in a half circle, leg extened, intending to trip his opponent. Shae was desperate to prove he was more than equal in physical strength to the brauny bull. Shoot across the volcanic battlefield to Stealth, who had made his way up the back of the beast, sitting with spade and Myst. Though Stealth too had some moderate kenetic energy, he did not feel as though he could match the strength of his comrades.. he was doubting himself again.
As he sat there, perched like a parrot on the shoulder of the Demon, a voice echoed into his head.
"Stealth, come now, I taught you better than this.. you should no longer have doubts about your abilities, you are equally as strong as CiCi or Amon.. just believe in yourself.. and join their efforts.."
He could not tell where the voice was coming from, nor whose voice it was. But he knew that the words spoken were the truth. He took a deep breath, and ran back down the spine of Syntaru, aerobatically jump and rolling to his feet off the tail. Landing hard on the head of a Shadow Beast, he drew his blades of light and flung himself into the fray.
(OOC: Forgot Stealth also controlled Archer..)
Yet again on another part of the battlefield, the lone and noble Eagle lay still, cold and quiet.. in all the chaos that descended upon the land he had been knocked topsy-turvy. Slowly, movement began to return to the fallen avian, and sure enough he rose again to his feet, dusting off the ash and sand from his feathers.
"I must pay more attention to my surroundings.. and it seems.. we're shorthanded.."
He scanned the scene, Shae and Augustus locked in hand-to-hand tactics, Paladin and his counterpart Shade dealing with the Queen. Aries and Ishillar down for the count.. the former Walker battling himself and the mortals dealing with creatures of the Demon. He sighed a moment and then quickly rushed into the madness, he grabbed the limp bodies of Aries and Ishillar, taking them to safety nearby, giving them some herbal medicines he kept in his belt pouch. They would take some time to kick in so he waited with them until they awoke, so they could make a plan of attack.
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Myst the Hedgie
Honorary Magistrate
Snowbound Hedgie
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Post by Myst the Hedgie on Aug 31, 2006 20:07:20 GMT -5
A smirk started to show on Naia's face. Held in the clutches of the crazed and vicious wolf. Laughing slightly, she answered his question.
"Yeah.. you have really bad breath.."
She swiftly raised her knee to the abdomen of the wolf, her shin knocking hard into the groin of the rather large canine. Freed from his grasp she recovered her sword and not giving Legion the chance to recover she charged in, running her blade through his side, knicking his liver. A rather mortal wound, even for a cyborganic. To add insult to injury, she flipped back her luxurious blonde hair and strut away, seemingly leaving the wolf to die. When really, she was waiting for his last ditch attack.
OoC: Sorry for the short post everybody, kinda rushed tonight.
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Post by CC on Sept 1, 2006 11:37:09 GMT -5
"You cockiness annoys me, but I will settle for your so-called draw for now," voiced the lemur, her words spiked with venom and a forced calm. She knew that she could easily enough get herself out of the situation, but frustratingly enough she knew Palladin to be correct, she was running out of energy and her body had long ago passed the point of tiredness and was moving into an ongoing numbness that told Tala that if she pushed herself much further then it was very possible that she would not survive the day.
So she would take the opportunity to wait and gather energy, knowing also that if he wished it, Syntaru could end the entire battle in mere moments.
She would wait.
Tala keeps her head lifted high, ignoring the pounding deep within and casts a sideways glance at her own shadow before returning her reg gaze to the Vangaurd, "And likewise Vangaurd, yours and Shade's ploy was well played and I congratulate you on your stealth. But what will this accomplish for you, leaving me alive? You should know by now that I shall never waver from my path and that I am fully devoted to My Lord Syntaru. You cannot believe that there is any so-called light within me... and on top of that, your Goddess is destroyed and no longer a scourge upon this land. Why even keep fighting for such a lost cause?"
Her questions are sincere and she looks as if she truly wants answer for there is something that she cannot quite understand in the actions of the Vangaurd in front of her. By all rights, Shade should have and could have killed her, she had already killed Paladin once before and had vowed vengeance on the traitorous shadow, so why allow her time to regain her energy once more?
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They were coming in from all directions, two large Wraiths u above, circling and diving intellgently herding the feline up against some rocks while the viscious jackals relentlessly attacked, keeping her from gaining and storing enough energy to do any serious blows. She was outnumberred and she never did well in situations like that, the last time it happened she was held up against a wall and beaten near to death by a group of thugs. This time was not so different except the thugs were a lot stronger and would most likely kill her if something did not happen soon then she realized that she may not make it.
No, she could not allow herself to think that way.
She was a cornerred, wounded huntress with a Rage building deep inside. Fears and worries disappeared as she concentrated on the foes in front of her, she would not let them beat her. She never let them beat her - this time would be no different from the rest. One of the Wraiths who had been circling and dived towards her once more, sensing the feline's hesitation in going back towards the large rock wall. With lightening-quick relflexes, CC grabs onto the legs of the Shadow Creature and in suprise it rears up and goes back into the air, the cat dangling from its legs. Screaching in agitation it tries to shake her off but cannot manage the deed - CC holds on for dear life as she watches the Shadow Beasts below jump up trying to catch hold of her but not having any luck.
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