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Post by Stoic Soul on Jul 25, 2006 14:26:34 GMT -5
Anduin would look at Drako, watching him as he stood there, not even in a defensive stance. The demon would notice this also, but would pay it no mind. As the dark tornado became man-sized, the demon would let out a roar as he swung his arms, the dark tornado flew forward, heading straight at Drako with the hellish speed.
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Post by Drako Lathen on Jul 25, 2006 17:23:13 GMT -5
::The runes on his sword would begin to glow a bright gold. Drako raised his sword over his head and sent a downward slash at the tornado. The small supernatural disaster was split in two and quickly died out. He would then ease up and stand there just like before:: Listen demon, don't waste my time. Bow down and beg before me and I'll make sure that the source hears your words. If not, then prepare to be erased. You will suffer an eternity of nothingness. Make your choice....
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Post by Drako Lathen on Jul 29, 2006 19:39:38 GMT -5
Hurry demon, my patience isn't what it used to be. ::And Drako was never known to be a patient man::
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Post by Stoic Soul on Aug 1, 2006 10:45:30 GMT -5
:thge demon would let out a cruel chuckle, then would suddenly disappear. Behind Anduin it would appear, the two sowrds now merged to form a massive broadsword, black ichor dripping from the weapon as he would lift it high into the air: Death is waiting for you, Anduin Lothar! : He would bring the sword down, The serrated edges nearing Anduin's skull with each second that passed:
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Post by Drako Lathen on Aug 1, 2006 15:43:48 GMT -5
::Drako didn't even look before he pulled a small golden dagger from his belt. He turned as he through, not even aiming before he did so. He didn't have to. He shouted as the dagger sliced through the air:: Don't move! ::The dagger hit home in the demon's cheek. Not a fatal blow, but it would definately buy Anduin time to get out of the way::
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Post by Stoic Soul on Aug 4, 2006 9:19:23 GMT -5
:Anduin would roll away and wind up on one knee,and, muttering words from a northern language, would pull his arm back, then slam it forward. As he did this, a fiery hole would form in the demon's gut, black ichor gushing from the grievous wound.
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Post by Drako Lathen on Aug 4, 2006 10:57:49 GMT -5
::Drako ran forward and slammed the heel of his boot into the demon's chest. Drako loomed over the fallen hellbeast and rested his foot atop his chest, putting the blade near his throat. The blade's aura brightened, burning the demon as it neared it:: You have had your chance and you passed it up...The words you speak now will be your last, choose them wisely.
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Post by Stoic Soul on Aug 6, 2006 17:10:34 GMT -5
:A cruel chuckle would escape the demon's blood-soaked lips as it looked up at Drako: You will not slay me here fool, for my master calls me back to him: As the demon says this, his body would slowly slip into the ground, disappearing entirely in a matter of seconds. Anduin would slowly stand and look upon the ground where the demon once lay, a haunted look in his stone-grey eyes. After a moment, Anduin would slowly turn, prepared to head up into the mountains.
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Post by Drako Lathen on Aug 8, 2006 17:44:52 GMT -5
No Anduin, you'll be slain if you go off alone. I suggest you stick by me for the next couple of days. ::He turned his head back to Anduin finally, and sighed, this wasn't going to be easy::
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Post by Stoic Soul on Aug 9, 2006 0:20:17 GMT -5
:He would look over at Drako, a rueful smile forming on his slightly pale features as he held one arm against his chest: Sorry my friend, but until I reconcile for my past actions, I cannot rest.
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