19:15] Xanaxa says, "PRAATH."
[19:15] Xanaxa says, "MAUL THEM."
[19:15] Ritali says, "CLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICK."
[19:17] The myriad of eyes from within the jelly-fish stare at Kylian as the turn their attention away from the deep-hold dwelling bag wearing warrior.
"HELLO CHILD."
"YOU LOOK LIKE YOU STILL HAVE ALL YOUR LIMBS. PERHAPS THAT SHOULD CHANGE. HAVE YOU CONSIDERED BECOMING MY LUNCH? WHAT YOU GET IN RETURN IS YOUR FUTURE BEING DESPAIR RIDDEN UNTIL YOU REACH THE AGE WHERE YOU CAN HAVE A MID-LIFE CRISIS."
"I GET A NICE MEAL." It cackles before the vital energy beneath it is stolen. Small animals perish as do insects in the area.
"ILL GIVE YOU A HEADSTART. I LIKE A LITTLE CHASE." The sound of a clock can be heard oddly enough for a second before that devilish gaze which was a marriage between the deep one and hel itself glared at Kylian.
(Xanaxa)
[19:19] Kazing would quickly rush down the necromancer as he made his attentions clear. The boy would be rescued. It's something he had to do. To prove that he could. As their battle ranged on, The goblin attacked with everything he had to offer. Holy magic would rain down and they'd swing the staff they wielded expertly. Even the very earth beneath the woman's feet would come to attack her.
Alas. The Necromancer was still a competent fighter. Perhaps even more skilled than Kazing. But the Goblin had faith. He couldn't fail. In a final moment, a split second where Cocolia's scythe was raised above their head, Kazing would make his move.
He'd rush in, shouting out in his native tongue.
"Géilleadh tú féin do Btyang! Mothaigh meáchan an domhain ina bhfuil sé ina chónaí!" He'd cry, flipping the staff to the buisness end and striking the woman's side. A strange symbol briefly appearing as Holy Mana assaulted the Necromancer's body.
Kazing's movement were crazed, and a bit sloppy. But that seemed to work in his favor sometimes. Pulling his staff away, the goblin spoke once more.
"Iz not wantingz to hurtz you. But Deepzhold iz not safez. Iz not too latez to change wayz." He'd say, standing at the ready in case his sealing mark wasn't enough to convince her otherwise.
(Kazing Óir-Naofa)
[19:20] Thalassa Folhammar says, "..."
[19:20] Thalassa Folhammar says, "I'm going to be leaving now."
[19:22] Kazing Óir-Naofa says, ". . ."
[19:22] Thalassa Folhammar looks at the kid, and the demons next to him, then back at the kid.
(Thalassa Folhammar)
[19:22] Kazing Óir-Naofa says, "Should tellz Zo-Zi."
[19:22] Kazing Óir-Naofa says, "I'z remember she capturez her one timez."
[19:23] Kazing Óir-Naofa says, "Should goez homez now."
[19:23] Kazing Óir-Naofa says, "And maybbez not travel alonez anymorez...In caze iz seriouz."
[19:23] Kazing Óir-Naofa says, "Will capturez if continuez attackingz."
[19:24] Making the mistake of stopping at the sight of a fight was made. A further mistake? Remaining long enough to be noticed by a less than friendly fellow... oh no...
Runic eyes would dart off to Xanaxa as they'd take a few steps back. A sickly feeling crept up as the demon drained the area. He was certainly not ready to fight such a thing...
And so panic set in as his mind was torn between defense and running. The latter of the two would win as he'd turn to flee. What would his Mom say if he came home mauled? It simply wasn't acceptable!
(Kylian Woodes)
[19:24] Kazing Óir-Naofa asks, "Yez?"
[19:24] Kazing Óir-Naofa says, "Iz okez."
[19:25] Kazing Óir-Naofa asks, "Iz safe nowz, yez?"
[19:25] Kazing Óir-Naofa says, "Now can tellz family what happenz."
[19:25] Kazing Óir-Naofa says, "Iz Kazing."
[19:25] Kazing Óir-Naofa says, "Iz Shaman."
[19:25] Ramie Altan says, "Ramie..."
[19:25] Kazing Óir-Naofa says, "Iz welcomez to visit Clan-Family if needz talkz."
[19:25] Ramie Altan says, "Mhm."
[19:25] The child mauler has it's pitbull toddler alarm blaring within it's head.
It seemed to be enjoying the panic it could smell from Kylian. Occultic-ink is spewed on the ground around them perhaps hindering his ability to flee!
(Xanaxa)
[19:25] Ramie Altan says, "O-Ow..."
[19:26] Ramie Altan asks, "Ye' got injuried earth guy?"
[19:27] Oh god oh fu- If only he learned wayfinding much earlier... teleporting would be great for escape!
(Kylian Woodes)
[19:27] Damn her luck. If this was any other time where a child was about to be devoured by a demon, she would have turned her head back and ran right back up the mountain. But she chose this day of days to walk her unlucky self down here, and would seemingly start to frown at the idea of someone so small getting attacked.
As such...
Her right hand quickly seized the dainty neck of the boy, and proceeded to toss him to the side and moved herself to get involved. Staff out. Eyes of the humble princess settled on both creatures as she issued the simple command.
"Go. Home."
(Thalassa Folhammar)
[19:27] Mole asks, "Guy?"
[19:27] ^
(Thalassa Folhammar)
[19:27] Ramie Altan says, "-"
[19:27] Mole exclaims, "Do I look like a guy to you!"
[19:27] Ramie Altan says, "U-UMH."
[19:27] "Clickclickclickclickclick."
A new child on the scene, it seemed. An unfamiliar bit of audio-stimulation for the shrimp. It steps, skitters really, around its fellow demon, seeing as how it was busy mauling one youth.
"Clickclickclickclickclick."
That skittering builds, the scraping sounds growing louder for one, as it focuses down on its target.
Thalassa.
Child acquired, it was breakfast time. Or at least, an attempt at breakfast time. A cursory glance would easily reveal that this beast had been through absolute hell lately. A combination of crushed carapace, scorch marks against its natural armor, gouges in its form. Perhaps, weakened by past trials.
Not that it was going to stop the creature from trying to maul, of course.
"Clickclickclickclickclick."
An occult flair fills the air, alongside the spew of ink from Xanaxa. Eldritch fires coalescing across the beast's form, making that horse like size seem only that bit more menacing, when combined with the oppressive darkness that spilled from its body.
"Clickclickclickclickclick."
(Ritali)
[19:27] Mole clenched her clearly broken arm, then let out a sigh.
(Mole)
[19:28]
(Ritali)
[19:29] Ram stares at her, he let's out a brief sigh.
"Sorry umh…"
Ram tilts his head, he would normally ask her name but... perhaps is best to find a proper medic, he would not enjoy an broken arm.
(Ramie Altan)
[19:31] Ramie Altan asks, "Doesn't sound like the' plan?"
[19:31] Ramie Altan says, "Come on... ye' can call me Soyboy as ye' want, but ye' first need the' medical help."
[19:32] Mole says, "... Fine."
[19:34] {Won Dangerous RPB against Thalassa Folhammar}
[19:34] * You have been awarded 1 Levels! *
[19:34] Xanaxa has inflicted an injury upon Thalassa Folhammar. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (2 days)")
[19:56] An interesting turn of events.
Go home?
The demon cackles. Spewing more and more occultic ink from it's mouth. Forcefully spreading shadows across the ground in which they fought. Concealing it's figure from the explosive might from the Folhammar.
This kid was no joke. Just like imps, Children were not to be taken lightly. Hence Obliterations belief in mauling them as if they were adults.
She is treated like a real deal warrior.
" DESPAIR WILL CONSUME YOU. THE HATRED OF THE DEEP ONE EXPANDING THROUGH MY MAW AND THE TEETH UNDERNEATH MY FRILLS. THE ONLY ONE GOING HOME WILL BE YOU IN A CASKET. "
The beast taunts. Explosions and plasma scorching it's frame in return. It got way too cocky. It groans in a rage. The explosive might of the girl causing it too maneuver within the ink like battlefield with precision. Jumping in and out of shadow. Meeting the girl's staff with serrated tendrils grinding against it as if he was trying to shred the weapon like a piece of paper.
However in a second.
It's hunger grows alongside with it's anger and annoyance caused by the durability of the child. Not just the ground or animals around them begin to suffer from the occultic energy, But the flow of time itself.
An explosion indents it, Causing it to explode.
Or that's what should have happened. The victory is snatched as time is devoured. A sequence of events removed through hunger and the wish to weave despair. Now having set up itself for success with it's mastery of the occult and time, It falls back on the shadows it did most of the damage against others with.
" TASTE."
" DESPAIR "
A claw is formed from the ink like shadows and flung forward in the torso of Folhammar after being left open from his manipulation of time. The ink getting stuck within the wound festering within it. Without a doubt causing immense discomfort as it forced any light trying to refract off of it to vanish.
"NOW. GO HOME, LET THEM KNOW OBLITERATION OF THE DEEP HOLD, THE MARRIAGE BETWEEN THE DEEP ONE AND HEL Itself ,THE EXTENSION OF MORI'S HATRED HAS NO QUALMS COMING FOR THOSE WHO STILL HAVE SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR. MAKE SURE THEY KNOW SO THE NEXT TIME WE MEET, YOU CAN WATCH ME SLAUGHTER THOSE OLDER THEN YOU IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES." An unwarranted rant but it looked like it was letting her go. Swaying back and forth trying to grit it's teeth through the wounds caused by her. Where the fuck did such a strong kid even come from?
(Xanaxa)
[19:57] Sorcha Dawnseeker says, "The infamous jellyfish..."
[20:04] Fire and water a battle against the two has happened many times but only one could beat the other as sometimes the water is enough to put out the flames but other times the flames were just to hot to be put out and it seems like this was one of those times.
Viesna was swift on her feet as raging waves came rushing forth, she know not to get hit by them so they wouldn't put her flames out and once the waves die down she go on the assault with blazing wave of her own.
The girl seemed to be in her zone as the battlefield was lit ablaze she was truly the Queen of flames as she trapped Bag head in a wall of flames as they burnt up in it.
"Yes Burn ya damn fool, ya should of listen to my warning and ya wouldn't of felt the wrath of the Fire Queen!"
She was clearly enjoying herself in this fight she could just be free to burn everything around her and the poor bag head was sadly had to be the victim this day but it would be over soon as the firry mana from the flames interred the mana circuits of Bag head.
"You better run while ya still can I don't want ya to burn up too soon, I'd like to play with ya more!"
What a sick thought it was like she was just playing with her food at this point but one thing for sure Bag head had their chance to run weather they would take it or not was up to them.
(Viesna Emeraldi)
[20:05] From Jokul's loins.
Infernos dance against the stratosphere of the skies as she strikes plasma down into the earth. Hands gripping against the very grass, lifting it up and aiming to reveal the massive amounts of magma that lied underneath, all using it to bring bouts of fire that would destroy the very confines of the realm below.
And she did so with a smile on her face. She didn't care about the land or the people that may have gotten injured, nor the trees nor the birds that were watching from a distance. Anything and everything was legal in this brawl, and she would bring about the end of times in order to bring about that goal.
"I..."
Her Drakanite heritage forms as she opens her mouth, fumes of flames generating from her throat that was used to blow those wonderful flames directly at the Jellyfish as she reached deeply into those thick layers of skin, blowing them back and out like a drake that was still slowly growing. And everytime that she felt her fingers slip and grab around the fish, she was just a moment too slow.
And it would cost her.
"Hate. You!"
A last ditch effort as the flames come to strike them down -- only for that moment to blur at a pace she was alien too, and the final cut that reached her torso was able to leave that horrible mark that spread her blood down on the ground. Yet, funny enough, she was able to keep her stance for the moment.
A long, deep inhale as her fingers grip tightly against her staff, holding on to it tightly as the forces of the earth collided with the fire to create those beautiful horns that replicated her mother's very own. And with it, she would take all that she could to at least lie down one last strike.
Like a battering ram, she uses the explosive forces to ram into them (almost like gohan did raditz) and go past them to safety, taking a long, deep breath as she was able to escape.
But the jellyfish?
Not only did he steal her coins, but he also damaged the one who will burn the seas.
(Thalassa Folhammar)
[20:07] Melidoyla says, "No idea."
[20:08] Thalassa Folhammar says, "Gah.."
[20:09] In honestly, Sorcha couldn't believe it. Somehow she thought it might have been Melidoyla exaggerated but it was an honest to god jellyfish demon... A demon that had hurt her friend at that!
Well... It was time to try her best to solve the age old question of Vdalion. How do you choke out a jellyfish with its own tentacles.
"Hey sludge for brains!" The young drakanite yelled out, stomping toward the creature as she drew the staff from her back. "You and me have some business, you fucked with mine, now I fuck with you."
Simple and crass, the traditional Drakanite way.
(Sorcha Dawnseeker)
[20:09] Kazing Óir-Naofa says, "Iz battlefieldz todaez."
[20:10] Thalassa Folhammar says, "...Rahl, get home aftewr-- that."
[20:11] A myriad of eyes look at Sorcha.
they stare. The might of Mori held beneath each hellish pupil.
"YOUR FAMILY."
"DO YOU THINK THEY LOVE YOU? DO YOU THINK YOUR MOTHER AND FATHER LOOK AT YOUR FACE AND THINK OF THE LOVE IT TOOK TO PUT YOU ON THIS PLANE OF EXISTENCE?" It pauses.
It's serrated tendrils drilling into the earth and stealing vital energy, Before spewing out a wave of occultic ink. Covering the battlefield in shadows once more.
"NOW I WANT YOU TO THINK OF THEM WHEN YOU COME BACK TO THEM DISMEMBERED. CAN YOU HEAR IT NOW?"
"OH MY BABY."
"OUR DAUGHTER."
"THE CRIES THEY LET OUT. FROM FAMILY TO FRIENDS? IT WILL BE THE MUSIC PLAYED BEFORE DESPAIR FINALLY ARRIVES FOR GOOD "
(Xanaxa)
[20:12] Lazuli says, "......"
[20:16] {Won Dangerous RPB against Sorcha Dawnseeker}
[20:16] Xanaxa has inflicted an injury upon Sorcha Dawnseeker. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (2 days)")
[20:27] Deliberate strikes are taken. It's clear the demon was not entertaining them other then for the sake of furthering it's encroachment in the place of the deep one and despair itself.
It's tendrils steal vital energy from the area and force the shadows they were made out of to become more and more dense before morphing into a pair of arm and legs.
It glares at the woman with it's myriad of eyes.
Her holy magic?
It offended him. Thus, It takes off full sprint at her, Appearing in and out of the ink beneath it as it begins a horrid onslaught.
Her staff scorches it's flesh. One might hear it scream in agony. While other might hear it's war cries as the makeshift fists pound into the face of Sorcha, They sledgehammer themselves into her torso. It's tendril-based legs kick her skull for good measure. A plethora of close quarter combat combos being traded as it slowly begins to perish from her mighty holy magic.
She was no slouch. She was going to beat it due to it's recklessness in the manner in which it fought. However that same recklessness applied to it's morals.
It did not stray from underhanded tactics. It drags its right foot into the ground and using the shadow like ink the foot is made out of makes sure dirt is stuck to the appendage. Before letting it fly directily in her face, sticking to her eyes. Before it reshifts it's mass and begins to beat her down. it throws her weapon to the side and kicks, punches and headbutts even the dragon.
Making sure she would not forget this horrific brutality.
Screams, Grunts all of it can be heard before a final blow to her gut occurs.
Leaving her brutalized. It's goal was to bruise her up as much as it could. Now it's goal was...
"GO HOME. GO HOME AND WHIMPER and CRY BEG FOR A DOCTOR TO FIX YOU. YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A SUMMER ANT FLESHBAG. THE NEXT TIME YOU SEE ME YOU WILL HAVE TO SIT AND WATCH AS I DEVOUR YOUR LOVED ONES. THEN DESPAIR WILL ENSARE YOUR HEART YOU FILTHY HOLY MAGIC USING DEGENERATIVE OVERGROWN LIZARD" Harsh words. But it leaves time for her to grab the staff it placed next to her while beating her up and to take off.
After all it was reshifting the fake arm and legs back to tendrils.
(Xanaxa)