Marzinquan stood alone against the double-sword equipped Hume; in mid- battle Daleth had shouted for each of them to take one on one. He drew his Knuckles and gave a grin to the nearly identical looking Hume.
"Ya know, if you didn't look like the undead, you might be good looking." The Hume stared at him, waiting for Marzinquan to make a move. Marzinquan's grin turned into a frown, and he continued: "No sense of humor? Bah, I hate people like that."
He pumped his legs forward and charged the pale Hume, but the white warrior was ready for him as it jumped into the air while Marzinquan passed harmlessly beneath. The pale Hume proceeded to switch his blades around to the front, and sliced at Marzinquan as he fell back to the ground. Marzinquan dodged to the side, grabbed the Hume by the leg, pulled him around and proceeded to smack him right on the face. The Hume was stunned, but his eyes focused on Marzinquan with hatred housed in them, and he countered with a knee to Marzinquan's stomach.
Marzinquan fell forward onto his knees as the Hume back flipped away. He gritted his teeth as he tried to concentrate through the pain. The Hume made a final back flip and landed on the wall, and pressed back, swords out; seeking to smote his enemy upon them.
Marzinquan was far too out of breath to jump or run, so he ducked instead and kicked up with his legs as the Hume passed above him. Landing the blow on the Humes stomach, he used all his strength to push him away. The Hume dropped one of his swords from the shock, but landed upon his feet across the room unharmed, but also partially unarmed.
The monk got to his feet and took a quick measure of the other's situation while he had the Hume at bay. Fxeni seemed to be trying to dodge the pale Taru's Scythe at the same time he was trying to cast spells, Taea was attempting to break through the Elvaan's shield as she punched, Takmir was in a feat of strength by crossing Axe with Sword against the Galka, Seryaa seemed to be winning by using the Mithra's weapon against her, and Daleth was attempting to help the others all out.
Marzinquan turned back to face the Hume. "I could use some of that help." He smirked, and then stared as the Hume disappeared entirely from his sight right in front of him. "Dammit! Come out and fight!" Marzinquan scanned the room with his eyes, not seeing anything except the others fighting, and tried to listen for the Hume, but couldn't focus due to the sounds of the others fighting. Trying to form a plan, he stumbled over to pick up the Hume's dropped sword, and swung wildly at the air, hoping to hit something. He turned around to see the Hume flying straight at him, sword poised to impale Daleth on its black blade.
Marzinquan, with no other choice, was forced to make the ultimate sacrifice. He readied the sword in his right hand, took the blow from the Hume's attack, and growled at the Hume in his face as he took the other sword and shoved it right through the Hume's throat, into his chin and out the skull.
The pale Hume opened his mouth as if he meant to scream, but the only thing that came out was a silver blood, which started spurting from his entire body. As the Hume started to dissipate into a liquid, a shimmering form rose from the liquid, which rose to the ceiling and passed through it.
Marzinquan felt the sword that was stuck through his stomach, and fell over, closing his eyes. Red covered his hands, and Marzinquan knew he was dying. He closed his eyes and listened for a few moments as the others defeated the pale warriors in their own fashion, then heard their footsteps approach him. "Marz...." Seryaa turned away and covered her face. Taea, Takmir, and Fxeni stood watching him with expressionless faces, and Daleth sheathed his spear and knelt down next to the dying monk.
"You've done something which I will see is remembered. Thank you for everything Marzinquan. May you go with Altana..." Daleth tried to hold back his tears.
However, the dying monk was not paying attention. The dripping remnants of the pale started to shimmer and pulsate. He tried to open his mouth to cry to the others, but the only thing that came out was a low, breathless, moan. Feeling helpless and defeated, he lay his head down and merely watched in horror as the puddle started expanding toward the others and him. Marzinquan merely closed his eyes when the silver grew into a wave and shadowed them all.
Focusing her sights on the enemy in front of her, Kidria stood deathly still and continued to stare into the other's eyes.
"I will win this...I refuse to be dethroned by YOU." She was breathing heavily, but her enemy merely chuckled. Kidira cocked her head and crossed her arms, but it wasn't long before she could not take the anguish anymore.
She blinked.
"Oh DAMMIT!!!!!!!" She stood up and grabbed her hair and started spinning in a circle, crying vulgar phrases and cussing out the entire world of Vanadeil. "How could I lose to my own sister!?"
Celos stood up, put her hands on her hips, and laughed. "Kidria, I always win at staring contests. You were destined to lose from the beginning."
Kidria stamped her feet and the ground, crossed her arms, and gave Celos a demeaning look. "Well, gee, thanks for not rubbing it in or anything." Kidria sighed and plopped down on the grass in disgust.
Celos remained standing up and looked at the sky: "Where are Daleth and the others, I wonder?" She asked.
The young Elvaan plucked a piece of the grass and threw it down to the ground. "Maybe they got lost. I wouldn't be surprised, Taea was in the group, after all." She grinned and plucked another piece of the foliage.
Her older sister shrugged. "Well, the trip may be a big one, but they've been gone a full day. Fxeni had warp, after all, he would have brought them back a long time ago."
Kidria looked up. "Ya know, Fxeni never DID pick up that key from Aldo." She pulled the golden, rusted key out of her pocket.
Celos glanced at her and chuckled. "Typical Taru behavior. The only thing they care about is pie and singing."
"And panicking" Kidria commented.
Celos nodded. "Yes, and panicking..." her voice trailed off as she watched a group of people near the Eastern Ronfaure gate gather into a small circle. "What the hell...?" She gestured to Kidria to get up and pointed. "Over there..."
After trying to stand on her tiptoes to get a better view, Kidria slouched over again. "Maybe there's a fight...I wanna see!" her voice reached a high- pitched squeal with excitement, but Celos remained serious, and started pacing over to the group. As the two of them approached, Kidria overheard the group talking, but only recognized certain chunks of the conversation.
"He keeps mumbling something about white faces..."
"Silver blood? What the hell?"
"Look at him! He's covered in..."
Suddenly, Kidria's long ears picked up a cry. Celos was screaming.
"DALETH!!!!!!!!!!" she cried, and rushed forward
Daleth broke out of the group; his eyes were wide and he was covered with red blood. His Lance was snapped in two, his jaw hung lack, and he had a bit of silver covering various parts of his body. He was stabbed and bruised in several places, as well as limping in the right leg. Both eyes had been blackened, and dents were all over his armor. Cerulean was nowhere to be seen.
He limped over towards Celos and collapsed in her arms. Kidria ran over and tried to hold Daleth up and bit her lower lip to stifle herself from screaming. After breathing heavily for several moments, Daleth slowly looked up into Celos' eyes.
"Not.....blood....." He gasped, dropped his head, and collapsed.
"Ya know, if you didn't look like the undead, you might be good looking." The Hume stared at him, waiting for Marzinquan to make a move. Marzinquan's grin turned into a frown, and he continued: "No sense of humor? Bah, I hate people like that."
He pumped his legs forward and charged the pale Hume, but the white warrior was ready for him as it jumped into the air while Marzinquan passed harmlessly beneath. The pale Hume proceeded to switch his blades around to the front, and sliced at Marzinquan as he fell back to the ground. Marzinquan dodged to the side, grabbed the Hume by the leg, pulled him around and proceeded to smack him right on the face. The Hume was stunned, but his eyes focused on Marzinquan with hatred housed in them, and he countered with a knee to Marzinquan's stomach.
Marzinquan fell forward onto his knees as the Hume back flipped away. He gritted his teeth as he tried to concentrate through the pain. The Hume made a final back flip and landed on the wall, and pressed back, swords out; seeking to smote his enemy upon them.
Marzinquan was far too out of breath to jump or run, so he ducked instead and kicked up with his legs as the Hume passed above him. Landing the blow on the Humes stomach, he used all his strength to push him away. The Hume dropped one of his swords from the shock, but landed upon his feet across the room unharmed, but also partially unarmed.
The monk got to his feet and took a quick measure of the other's situation while he had the Hume at bay. Fxeni seemed to be trying to dodge the pale Taru's Scythe at the same time he was trying to cast spells, Taea was attempting to break through the Elvaan's shield as she punched, Takmir was in a feat of strength by crossing Axe with Sword against the Galka, Seryaa seemed to be winning by using the Mithra's weapon against her, and Daleth was attempting to help the others all out.
Marzinquan turned back to face the Hume. "I could use some of that help." He smirked, and then stared as the Hume disappeared entirely from his sight right in front of him. "Dammit! Come out and fight!" Marzinquan scanned the room with his eyes, not seeing anything except the others fighting, and tried to listen for the Hume, but couldn't focus due to the sounds of the others fighting. Trying to form a plan, he stumbled over to pick up the Hume's dropped sword, and swung wildly at the air, hoping to hit something. He turned around to see the Hume flying straight at him, sword poised to impale Daleth on its black blade.
Marzinquan, with no other choice, was forced to make the ultimate sacrifice. He readied the sword in his right hand, took the blow from the Hume's attack, and growled at the Hume in his face as he took the other sword and shoved it right through the Hume's throat, into his chin and out the skull.
The pale Hume opened his mouth as if he meant to scream, but the only thing that came out was a silver blood, which started spurting from his entire body. As the Hume started to dissipate into a liquid, a shimmering form rose from the liquid, which rose to the ceiling and passed through it.
Marzinquan felt the sword that was stuck through his stomach, and fell over, closing his eyes. Red covered his hands, and Marzinquan knew he was dying. He closed his eyes and listened for a few moments as the others defeated the pale warriors in their own fashion, then heard their footsteps approach him. "Marz...." Seryaa turned away and covered her face. Taea, Takmir, and Fxeni stood watching him with expressionless faces, and Daleth sheathed his spear and knelt down next to the dying monk.
"You've done something which I will see is remembered. Thank you for everything Marzinquan. May you go with Altana..." Daleth tried to hold back his tears.
However, the dying monk was not paying attention. The dripping remnants of the pale started to shimmer and pulsate. He tried to open his mouth to cry to the others, but the only thing that came out was a low, breathless, moan. Feeling helpless and defeated, he lay his head down and merely watched in horror as the puddle started expanding toward the others and him. Marzinquan merely closed his eyes when the silver grew into a wave and shadowed them all.
Focusing her sights on the enemy in front of her, Kidria stood deathly still and continued to stare into the other's eyes.
"I will win this...I refuse to be dethroned by YOU." She was breathing heavily, but her enemy merely chuckled. Kidira cocked her head and crossed her arms, but it wasn't long before she could not take the anguish anymore.
She blinked.
"Oh DAMMIT!!!!!!!" She stood up and grabbed her hair and started spinning in a circle, crying vulgar phrases and cussing out the entire world of Vanadeil. "How could I lose to my own sister!?"
Celos stood up, put her hands on her hips, and laughed. "Kidria, I always win at staring contests. You were destined to lose from the beginning."
Kidria stamped her feet and the ground, crossed her arms, and gave Celos a demeaning look. "Well, gee, thanks for not rubbing it in or anything." Kidria sighed and plopped down on the grass in disgust.
Celos remained standing up and looked at the sky: "Where are Daleth and the others, I wonder?" She asked.
The young Elvaan plucked a piece of the grass and threw it down to the ground. "Maybe they got lost. I wouldn't be surprised, Taea was in the group, after all." She grinned and plucked another piece of the foliage.
Her older sister shrugged. "Well, the trip may be a big one, but they've been gone a full day. Fxeni had warp, after all, he would have brought them back a long time ago."
Kidria looked up. "Ya know, Fxeni never DID pick up that key from Aldo." She pulled the golden, rusted key out of her pocket.
Celos glanced at her and chuckled. "Typical Taru behavior. The only thing they care about is pie and singing."
"And panicking" Kidria commented.
Celos nodded. "Yes, and panicking..." her voice trailed off as she watched a group of people near the Eastern Ronfaure gate gather into a small circle. "What the hell...?" She gestured to Kidria to get up and pointed. "Over there..."
After trying to stand on her tiptoes to get a better view, Kidria slouched over again. "Maybe there's a fight...I wanna see!" her voice reached a high- pitched squeal with excitement, but Celos remained serious, and started pacing over to the group. As the two of them approached, Kidria overheard the group talking, but only recognized certain chunks of the conversation.
"He keeps mumbling something about white faces..."
"Silver blood? What the hell?"
"Look at him! He's covered in..."
Suddenly, Kidria's long ears picked up a cry. Celos was screaming.
"DALETH!!!!!!!!!!" she cried, and rushed forward
Daleth broke out of the group; his eyes were wide and he was covered with red blood. His Lance was snapped in two, his jaw hung lack, and he had a bit of silver covering various parts of his body. He was stabbed and bruised in several places, as well as limping in the right leg. Both eyes had been blackened, and dents were all over his armor. Cerulean was nowhere to be seen.
He limped over towards Celos and collapsed in her arms. Kidria ran over and tried to hold Daleth up and bit her lower lip to stifle herself from screaming. After breathing heavily for several moments, Daleth slowly looked up into Celos' eyes.
"Not.....blood....." He gasped, dropped his head, and collapsed.