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Post by Xypher on Oct 17, 2017 17:25:58 GMT -8
Merrill sighed. This day went from terrible, to good, to beyond awful. His head was hurting, he was still recovering from wielding the blade for mere moments. There were people threating him, demanding he hand over this blade. He left the blade at his side, rubbing his head with his hand. He looked right back at Rosso first. They locked eyes.
"You want me to team up with you, and beat down on that guy?"
He pointed at the navi on the ground.
"You weren't kidding. Hapless indeed."
He looked back to Rosso as the network became locked down. Merrill's eyes looked back at him. His anxiety began to rise. Clearly a person with influence and power to boot.
"Clearly, You know more about me than I do you. How you know my name interests me. But clearly you aren't in the mood. Fair. I don't feel it either. "Ignorance?" Think again. I prefer my solitude, to be honest. If you know about me, you should know I've been through a lot of bad experiences lately, and that I just want to be left alone. Bad things seem to happen to me and others when I go out, even just to get some basic necessities. But knowing someone's been digging up on me makes me uneasy, nonetheless. Your lock feels like a threat. I don't really like threats..."
He sighed. He stared back at the navi on the ground.
"You say I am not the first person who this blade has called to? I found it by accident. I don't understand the value of this blade to any of you. Clearly it's valuable. I frankly just want to go home."
Merrill then turns to face the final newcomer. They lock eyes, and Merrill instantly feels his chest react. He vaguely remembered this navi from a battle tournament from years ago. This one was his first opponent. They had been amidst of leveling the city when the battle had been cancelled. This one was a dark user...
"You should not try and fight your way out of this one. I hate to say it, but you don't have the strength to fight your way out against all of them.... I'm sorry..."
"... I cannot believe these words are coming out of my mouth, but I agree with her. The only two ways you can fight your way out, would kill you. That sword... It calls. But now is not the time. If I consume you, I could fight, but you would die, and that defeats the purpose."
Merrill felt the spirit laugh.
"You care about him?"
"Hmph. He has is uses. I'm curious, is all. Plus, I want o fight that dark user someday... But when I am able to use MY power..."
Merrill spoke to Xion.
"So, you want the sword? What does that have to do with me? I didn't "claim" the sword. I would say, "dumb luck," that I even found the thing."
Merrill glared at Xion. Great. More threats. What a pain today had been.
"As you've heard, I just want to be left alone. And I don't like threats."
He stepped back, rubbing his temple, his head beginning to clear finally.
"Look, if we can come to a peaceful resolution to this, I will gladly give up the sword."
He raised his hands, akin to a surrender. He didn't see a way out of this right now.
"What is your plan, child?"
"Well, boy?"
So instead, he beat his wings, causing a large burst of wind to kick up the sand again, just as he had before. He caused the sand to shroud everyone, obstructing everyone's views of each other. He fired two bursts of light on his position, right in front of him, using the light as a cover, he threw himself off to the side, taking flight. He wasted no time, and dove headfirst into the bugged lake. He felt the bugs immediately start attacking his system. He focused on hiding his power, barely trying to recover from the damage from the bugged lake. He knew he couldn't try and call upon the power of either spirit or use the sword without immediately attracting attention. So he forced himself to suffer the pain as he dove deeper within the depths of the lake.
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Post by Zane on Oct 17, 2017 17:58:27 GMT -8
"That's because the lock is a threat. There are few better ways to threaten and kill than to cage. But it isn't a threat. After all, I know you aren't one to surrender. You try to overcome in your own way."
Xion could wait, then. His sight wasn't hindered at all by the attempts, simply following his movements as Merrill made for the lake. In response, he opened his hand, not getting up from his position as the sphere started to form. And it expanded, growing larger and larger in a literal instant. And then he hurled it rather lazily at the lake, the sphere making contact before it exploded. And that was when the entire lake erupted, sending the water, bugs, and everything else within it skyward in a destructive display that immediately turned into steam after. He was getting a second one ready, this time in the off chance he tried to go down into what laid beneath the lake as he was fairly certain that first shot didn't completely kill him yet. It was the warning shot, after all.
"But that's a vain effort against me. It's ignorance because you don't know the value yet try to act anyway. Does it make you a liar, or someone without knowledge? Besides, hard to come up with a peaceful solution if you aren't listening, isn't it?"
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Post by Shast on Oct 17, 2017 22:35:51 GMT -8
Slypner (Am I the one on the ground? I feel like I missed something.)
... interrupted before he could muster a reply by the bluster of wind. Slypner doesn't bother to shield himself from the sand. Having that taken care of for him by a thin veil of water that coalesces around his body. The downpour of bugs and debris from Rosso's explosion is met with the same lazy 'defense' when collateral damage comes his way.
Slypner turns to Xion This is such a commonality now. recalling past occurrences. Covering his contraption within his cloak Slypner, with glitching effort, makes his way to a modest collective of stones somewhat near where Rosso is perched. He sits and watches the ordeal apathetic to the destructive being a paltry 5 yards away.
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Post by Nightshade on Oct 18, 2017 8:33:44 GMT -8
Aeron tried to stop Merrill from doing something he would regret. However, his friend just decided he would like to do something impulsive. The little dragon was blasted away when Rosso decided that the lake needed to explode. Fortunately, Aeron knew how to survive. He swiftly regained footing with a backflip mid-air and landed on top of a tree branch.
The little dragon would then hide and observe the situation. Alone he had literally no chance of doing anything. If he wanted to help Merrill not get destroyed they would have to find another way to bypass the lock and escape.
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Post by Genesis on Oct 18, 2017 11:12:34 GMT -8
*He was fond of threats. They served several purposes. For one, it often showed how one would act when one was issued. Would they cave or would they bark? Would they understand the person issuing the threat? There was a number of advantages that they possessed. But he personally didn't believe in threats. Because he wasn't someone who simply issued them. He was going to talk about the peaceful solution then to save himself the time... and then the kid bolted, Xion narrowing his eyes. What sort of guy said he didn't know the value of something, knew it had value to others, and then ran away with it? Freaking thief... well, not like he was stealing quite yet. More like graverobbing. But it was theft in his eyes. The display was annoying and he would pursue in due time, but not in a rush. The area was already pretty locked down so chasing him was more a matter of time than some sort of chase, nodding at Slypner's words.*
"This does happen far too often."
*Rosso had taken the lake off the map. And the dragon took his advice of not making himself a target. See? It wasn't that hard. Listening was a very key function that some needed to develop more. Ignoring that Rosso had pretty intimate knowledge of Merrill while he didn't have much, he started to walk towards the guy he mostly recalled as a keyblade wielder.*
"One last shot at your peaceful solution. Toss it over here. If not we can do this the violent way. And I'm proficient at that."
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Post by Xypher on Oct 18, 2017 15:12:52 GMT -8
Merrill was lucky. Rosso's blast was close, but he managed to get by with just being sent skyward from the blast. He righted himself, and hovered. Clearly, at least everyone knew everyone's intentions. Clearly the sword had value. Otherwise, they wouldn't have shown right up. Rosso had no intentions of letting him leave alive anyway. Not really surprising. He didn't really believe that negation was going to work with someone like that. So he turned to Xion instead.
"You want the sword? Fine. Its yours. But lets get that lock off first. I know you are proficient in fighting. I haven't forgotten the city we leveled. Mostly by you. Not something one just forgets."
He hovered over to where Aeron was sitting. Merrill undid the clasp of the sword, dropping it into his lap.
"To be honest, I am a man of my word. Not that anyone would believe me after I tried to pull that stunt. But as they say, people do crazy things when they are caged."
He shrugged.
"Then I say let him hold on to it. No trickery, no crap. we are all trapped here anyway. Once he undoes his lock, or we beat him, Sword is yours."
He turned to Rosso.
"Frankly, I don't really know you or what this sword means to you, since you consider me prey, and have no intention to let me live anyway, then you better hope your information is as accurate as you think. You can make this all go away too."
He stepped forward, standing closer to Xion, looking between the navi's. Without looking away, he spoke to Xion, a small twitch at his lips.
"You once told me the darkness may find me useful. Care to put that to the test?"
He waited to see how the others would respond.
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Post by Nightshade on Oct 18, 2017 15:17:23 GMT -8
Aeron fumbled and almost missed the sword. He dived from his branch and grabbed it before anyone else and landed inside of another tree, relatively close to Merrill and with the strange blade safely in his three fingered claws. He held it tight against his chest scales, ready to reach to the most certain destruction that would soon come.
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Post by Zane on Oct 18, 2017 15:35:36 GMT -8
He sat silently while they deliberated among themselves. At least this would be simpler than he first expected it to be. But, then again, this was probably the only way it would really pan out. So he stood up, the second sphere that he had created still in hand. Except now it was growing larger, no longer simply a warning shot as its previous counterpart was. This should make up for the two that he had to let go. Except one of the ones present had managed to best those two together just as he had. It still made Xion his lesser, but it at least made him more than an insect as well.
"You said something right today. I 'can' make this all go away. So become ash for me."
He launched the sphere as it erupted, exploding outward in a three-pronged fashion to force them to separate. If they didn't move, it would engulf them in the blast. Merrill was boxed in from the front and both sides while Aeron and Xion had the direction opposite of each other to fall back on. He aimed his right arm forward after, unleashing a salvo of blazing darts several times the size of Aeron at the blue dragon after with no regard for the sword he held, even having every intention of hitting it should it be put in the way, pillars of fire constantly erupting up from the ground at Merrill.
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Post by Genesis on Oct 18, 2017 15:50:54 GMT -8
*He had asked for it now, not later. Getting the lock off was just their way of trying to run away. Not that they could in Netopia as he noticed earlier after arriving. But if they were being honest, that still wasn't good enough for him. He wasn't bargaining for it, he was telling him, now them, to hand it over. Merrill just painted the target on the reptile for him. If the reptile was smart he would've just handed it over to him right after he received it. So he nodded to the request, acknowledging it. Well, he did ask twice. No better for them, then.*
"Fine, we can put it to the test. The two of us can work this out and deal with the Ash Maker."
*If he were being honest, he didn't want help with Rosso. He wanted to deal with him on his own after their last encounter. Would he opposed to it? Certainly. He wouldn't decline it at least. So if nothing else he would also be a man of his word. Merrill had relinquished the sword, so that meant he wouldn't harm him unless he made a mistake. He did, however, relinquish it to the person he had offered one warning already. And Rosso made this easier for him. So Xion made his move, warping from his position as he appeared beside Aeron as the fire was unleashed, grabbing the dragon by his tail as his claws dug in deeply and forced it to stay still, the darkness latching on and forcing a shift that had to take place for a time as Aeron felt his restorative abilities become as a virus. They turned against him and started to eat him alive from the inside out, the infection not being able to be purged just yet thanks to his affinity in darkness. For insult to injury, he picked up Aeron and turned with him quickly to hurl him into the flames trained at him already, but with his back to the flames. That way the sword wouldn't get ruined in the process, but Aeron certainly would. The fire would catch Xion too, but he didn't really care at the moment. Priorities were set and he could multi-task even when under literal fire. So while it sucked to burn, in the grand scheme it didn't bother him at all.*
"And I told you last time that I wouldn't become ash for you! This time I'll show you what I mean while I'm at it."
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Post by Xypher on Oct 18, 2017 19:12:09 GMT -8
Merrill felt his temper at Rosso's remark. It was going to be a fight from the start, and Merrill knew it. He just wanted to buy a little time. As Rosso struck with his explosive bubble, Merrill had little choice. He thrust his hand forward, a large black and red lance appearing forward. Merrill throws the lance into the fire, diving off to the side. The lance would benefit from fire. Merrill then blocked the burst directly in front of him, taking the third one in the back, sending him sprawling forward. As he stood, he threw himself forward, shoving the dragon navi out of the way of the flames, burning his back in the process. He had a mere second before a pillar of fire erupted. It burned his feet, but he dived out of the way of the second, taking to the skies as another erupted. God, it was more fire. Just another fire user. He hated fire. Between the flashbacks of terror, seeing his village burned, and those he had lost, he had developed quite the distrust of it. Being burned in battle constantly didn't help either. Even though hit bothered him less now that he could wield it upon his lance, and learning more about the basic elementals, it still gave him an uneasy feeling. As the last pillar came rising up, he withdrew his hands skyward, a large blue flail appearing. With a snarling grunt, Merrill swung down, slamming the fail into the fiery pillar, the pillar turning into solid ice upon impact, all the way to the ground. The flail disappeared, and Merrill stood, hovering, breathing heavily.
"God... I hate... Fire..."
He placed his hands out to his sides, calling Life and Death to him. The black and white blades appeared in his hands. He took a deep breath, channeling life energy from everything around him, to him, restoring his stamina. Then, spreading his wings out wide, he snarled, drawing on that power, ramping it up, folding that energy, an aura of it appearing around him. He let it grow, and reached for that barrier that separated him from the two souls inside him. He reached for the white spirit, calling out upon her power.
"Oh child. I can only help you a little... Your body is worn already... But I can at least heal you..."
There was a flash of white light, bursting from his body and crystal and Merrill began to transform. He had only reached this state a few times, most notably in the battle against that whip wielding bastard. Only a handful of people had seen that powered up state, but would it be enough here? He had only reached that state twice in training, and both times, he could only maintain it for short periods of time. Breaking through the barrier between them was horribly taxing on his energy indeed...
"?!?"
But as fate would have it, this was not the case.
As the transformation began, the white light only began to shine, when a pillar of fire struck Merrill directly in the head, right on his crystal. The light instantly faded, and his body slammed into the pillar of ice he had created moments before with an audible thud. Within that soul plane, the white spirit screamed, burned by the transference of the fire via Merrill. She broke contact, pulling back her hand into her soul space.
"?!"
The boy's body was damaged, and someone had actually managed to touch Life from outside his body? That was impressive. Granted, the timing was flawless, as the boy had been touching her in that moment. But in that moment, he felt something stir within him.
"Let me out."
Was it a command? It didn't really matter, he found out. He pressed on the door that stood between him and the boy's heart... And it opened. He stepped forth, into the light...
Merrill's body suddenly became encased in black flame. It instantly began melting the ice, as his body began changing. His armor vanished, replaced by black crystal like armor. His crystal light up with a crimson color, signaling the gate opening and the transformation. The black fire began emanating close around the body as a crimson, blood-like aura of energy began radiating. It stood, letting loose a terrifying, bloodthirsty roar. It's eyes were red, it was cloaked in a black cloth that was torn around the bottom. It's armor was black as cold steel. His face was made of a pure white substance, that looked like bone. It looked, scaly under his eyes. He had white claws at his fingertips. On it's forehead, a red crystal pulsed, inside, one could see the image of a pale-faced, sleeping Merrill.
"Give... 'em... Hell."
He flinched. He didn't expect the boy to be aware of anything. The boy had been sealed the moment he was freed.
Right?
It did not matter. What mattered was the here and now. His piercing eyes stared right down at Rosso, with a burning hatred. His voice was low, raspy and of a borderline growl.
"... I'll kill you."
Two black holes appeared at his sides, black fire spilling out of them, as he reached into them, pulling forth two very large scythes. Both with shiny black handles, one had a red blade, the other, a white blade. Life, Merrill's white blade occulated around him.
The navi jumped down, landing next to the dragon navi. He sniffed, his nose picking up He lifted Aeron by the head with the butt of the blood red scythe.
"This looks tasty."
He reached down, the white scythe floating right next to him as he did so, his fingers digging into Aeron's chest, until he felt Xion's darkness. He lifted up on his hand, and with a yank, and a crack, some of it was lifted out and held into a swirling black ball in his hand. He sniffed it, and opened his maw, revealing pointed fangs for canine teeth, and bit down on it. He chewed, swallowed and shoved the rest of it in his mouth, finishing it.
"Ahh... To taste darkness again."
He turned to face Xion, a small smile on his face. His piercing eyes a mixture of acceptance and excitement.
"Your darkness... I like it... You use it... Well... I hope to get to face you on a level field someday... where we both can unleash our darkness to it's full extent...You like challenges of power... Do you not?"
He turned, looking back at Rosso, grabbing his scythe, as he finished.
"But today is not that day. But I look forward to that day..."
Black fire mixed with the crimson energy exploded from his body outward, pushing the dragon navi away. Sand kicked up, as his smile faded, eyes locked on Rosso.
"..."
The network shook, raw energy rippling outward. The sand and dust not kicked up by his form became glass. The darkness spread outward, hungry.
He was gone. Within an instant, he struck down with his red scythe, from above Rosso. The resulting crunch from the scythe striking down, touching the sand, howled as the force was so strong, the impact alone shattered the ground, opening up a basin for the bug water to rush into. His second stroke, an attempt to cleave Rosso in half at the waist, sent a burst of dark and crimson energy so strong it cut through the huge sand dune behind them, evaporating it completely. He jumped backwards opening his maw, firing a concentrated beam of pure darkness at the pair. Whatever it touched, exploded as the data would die almost instantly. From there, he slammed down, a dark current of energy eroded where Rosso had been standing, the data being consumed and absorbed. He stepped into the waters of the bug lake, but to any onlookers, the water was not infecting him, instead, the viruses and bugs that were attacking, died upon contact of touching him. He raised his hand up, and spun the scythe. He threw it like a spinning disc, and kept his left hand raised. What was left of the ice pillar broke down, and swirled above him, as well as bug water and sand. Black fire and crimson energy soon joined, and he sent the mixture flying at Rosso, the impact alone causing a small earthquake. By then, he was already standing parallel to Xion, a small frown.
"Hmph. I guess my powers won't fully return.... Yet..."
He stood, the darkness around him. Hungry. Violent. Hateful. Lustful. It screamed to devour all around him. Clearly, being caged so long and dulled his senses, and abilities. He was indeed rusty. But it felt great to be free. He would make the best of this, and he would do everything he could to make sure that this foe remembered him for his namesake... Death.
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Post by Nightshade on Oct 19, 2017 1:21:14 GMT -8
Aeron was once again ready to act when everything else happened. He clutched the strange sword Merrill and the others were so obsessed about while he was grabbed by Merrill's ater ego. Things did not look good at all. At least the guy purged his body for him. After Death's barrage would land on all fours not that far from him. He shook his head, regaining focus. What could he do to help against someone like Rosso?
Then the answer came exactly from the one he was supposed to help. Before anyone could attack again he hopped to Merrill's side and coiled himself around him. "I'll be brief. You want to kill people, and I want them dead so that they don't kill me."
In a matter of seconds Aeron's data flooded Merrill's body, installing itself onto him. It took but a moment for Aeron's evershifting code to find the compatible streams of data that would allow for a perfect fusion.
Merrill's appereance would shift once again. Gaining almost two sizes in bulk, the navi would take on a draconic appereance the more draconic power he recieved from the little blue dragon. Standing over 7 feet in height on two, three toed digitigrade claws. A long spiked tail waved behind him while some cracking could be heard as a pair of crimson red wings pushed outward from his back. Just like the feet, Merrill's hands would be reduced to three fingered claws, still more than enough to wield any sort of blade proficiently.
Jagged, ebony like scales completely covered him, most of them black in color and ending into spikes. From the chin downard to the tip of the tail, sturdier and thicker scales covered the hybrid's vitals. They looked impossible to pierce.
Right after the change, Death would find his strength, stamina and powers boosted beyon their normal limits, way over what could even be considered safe for the user himself. Aeron was still present within him, but it was impossible to tell his data apart from Merrill's and he didn't seem to be trying to take control. He passively stood, allowing Death the freedom to do whatever he pleased.
The hybrid was in all way shape or forms a single dinstinct being. No way to forcefully split the fusion without literally trying to rip the hybrid in half. And it still wouldn't work.
Aeron took a moment to remove any body limiter physical or psychological. His mere presence was instigating Death into brutally slaughter everything around him, adding a feral aggression on top of everything else. In his right claw, Death found himself holding the Legendary Sword. Safe in his grasp so that no one could be able to steal it from him.
"Okay. Now go kill people."
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Post by Zane on Oct 19, 2017 3:59:04 GMT -8
Rosso's eyes sneered for him despite the change and the charge coming at him. And when the scythe approached, it hit air. Not because Rosso moved, but because it had hit something and then fell flat to the sand. The second swing had done the same, the concentrated beam breaking apart as it reached him. The part that did work was what eroded the ground away, causing him to glance down at it briefly and not really mind it. He lifted his arm again finally, unleashing a gout of flames that reduced the sand, water, and ice to nothing as he caught the scythe, the weapon turning to ash in his grasp. It was interesting though, this so-called death that he was unleashing now. But if this was Death, then he would bestow upon them the proper meaning of it. But he had sneered for another reason as well. Looked like Aeron had taken the bait after all. He picked the wrong target, but, well, this was fine too.
It was something Death would start to notice now. And thanks to how perfect Aeron liked to fuse with folks, would have no way of dealing with. He couldn't move at his own command. Rather, he had no control of himself at all. And the thoughts he had were steadily beginning to fade away too. He had become like a mannequin, a perfectly merged hybrid. And no matter how much he tried, he still wasn't going anywhere now.
"Kill me? Your first mistake was wanting to kill, but not killing Aeron first."
He held out both of his hands, the twin orbs that Xion saw him begin to make at Bayside before starting to form. And then they extended, becoming a pair of swords instead. He spun them in hand, bringing them down as a wave of flames were sent hurling straight at the new Death. And it would be the next thing that they would notice. They didn't feel any data from these attacks or Rosso at all. Nothing to be consumed, only an assured demise by their own machinations.
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Post by Shast on Oct 19, 2017 4:55:16 GMT -8
Slypner
Slypner lazily leans his head to the left of the residual beam from Death. Watching Rosso effortlessly deal with the mess of maneuvers. What a mess... He sighs and flicks a finger at Xion. Surrounding the lakeside guardian in a small bubble of water. Protecting him from the brunt of the flames and mending wounds.
Then the sleepy navi pulls out a small sketch pad from his cloak and begins drawing the battlefield. Effortlessly capturing every detail as it happens with machine like efficiency. Flipping pages when needed.
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Post by Xypher on Oct 19, 2017 13:20:38 GMT -8
As Aeron jumped towards Death, the navi continued to stare at Rosso, placing up a barrier of black flames at the last second. Aeron would be burned slightly, as a warning. Before Rosso could damage his weapon, he recalled the scythe to him, it now hovering just as the white bladed scythe.
"Do not touch me... I am not like the boy."
Instead of Aeron's transformation taking place, Death shoved a scythe around his neck. He finally looked away from Rosso, his piercing gaze marking the young dragon.
"Do not get in my way again. Or I will --"
Death didn't get to finish his sentence however, as Rosso struck with his flames. Death grabbed Aeron, and lifted him up with a black hand of darkness, causing the navi to take the brunt of the flames,, small pieces of flame licking at his garments. He felt them, and for the first time in a very long time, felt physical pain.
And to him, it felt great.
He walked away, towards Xion, carrying the worn down dragon by his hand of darkness around his head.
As he stopped, he turned to face the dragon.
"I have no use for you if you get in my way."
He lifted up Aeron, his arm garnishing a black and red flame. He was about to shove his arm through the navi, when he noticed the sword. instead, he reached out for the blade...
And pulled it from his sheath. He felt the blade call to him, and felt the immediate draw on his power. He smiled, looking at it. However, instead, he grabbed the scythe, resting the sword on it.
"Magnificent weapon. It is too bad I have no use for it in this state."
He placed his hand over the guard, emitting a crimson glow over the sword, long enough for the sword to accept the gift. From there, he slapped the Scythe, the blade flying off the Scythe and right into Xion's grasp.
"Here. You wanted it. I can't use it effectively in this sate, the boy is too damaged and the effect would kill him if I used it for more than a few strokes. Shame that I am still bound by him, but whatever. I'm free. Consider it a gift. Have fun."
With that, he turned back to Aeron. He punched the navi in the gut, making sure to affirm his point, before he jumped, and swiftly kicked the dragon navi, sending him flying across the lake.
He turned back to the task at hand. He prepared his weaponry, and cracked his knuckles. He would make due with what he had. Being bound by the boy was an annoyance. The rate at which he could draw on his power was limited, As well as how much he could draw forth because of being locked inside him, especially for so long.
He stood, black energy arising, as well as crimson tendrils of energy around him. Both scythes hovered next to him, as well as the sword of Life that occulated his body.
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Post by Nightshade on Oct 19, 2017 13:34:09 GMT -8
Aeron did not expect not being able to fuse with someone, maybe because this someone was different? Yet there he stood as he was battered up and kicked away by what he thought was his ally. He fell down into the various bushes and vegetation on the other side of the lake, disappearing from sight. Thank Duo he had some sturdy scales and insane regenerative abilities or he would have been annihilated.
He was still alive, albeit in very bad shape and too far from the action to even think about going back in. He even lost the sword. Just great.
The little dragon simply remained there where he was for a while, waiting for his regenerating abilities to kick in.
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