The Sundering of the Soul

[Syn Thornheart]

His body would leap up into the air, those flames giving him a boost as he felt the earth rumble benethe him. "Your not giving me enough credit here." His lips would turn into a grin. He was having fun. "

"Hiten Mitsurugi Ryuu, Ryuu Tsui Tsen!" His body moved in mid air, his head towards the ground and his legs up in the air. His body swooped down like a speeding bullet diagnoly. His katana swooping across the body of War, that sharp diamond cut blade aiming for the helmet of War.

[hateweaver]

As Syn flew down at War, a short laugh would escape Mobius' lips as he would duck down, at the same time bolts of red lightning flying from the tips of his swords: It is you who dont give me enough credit, impudent fool!

[reddrgnspirit]

(As this battle begins between Syn and War, I advise both of you to play fair since it's being Simmed. Take hits from each other and avoid them in a realistic manner. I won't have modding screwing up this great SL that James started. *The Lina has spoken*)

[reddrgnspirit]

Laying in the middle of the main room of her castle, Larshia, she begins to wake, having been unconscious since Death attacked her and Pendor transported here for her own safety. Feeling groggy, she tries to sit up but gets dizzy and falls back again, eyes closing. As she lays there, catching her breath, she begins to feel the diamond necklace heat up again. When she opens her eyes and holds up the pendant attached to the necklace, she sees that it has turned red again. Sighing lightly, she lets her head fall back against the cold stone floor, fearing that Syn may have bitten off more than he could chew, and she was in no shape to help him. Still too weak to move on her own, she remains there, slipping back into unconsciousness.

[Syn Thornheart]

[Syn_Thornheart] "Aww...shit" He said as he saw those red lightling come out from the tips of the swords. He his body would crouch down to aviod
[Syn_Thornheart] the thunde to contact his knees and legs. Landing on the floor his body turned as he rolled, rising up to send a sweep
[Syn_Thornheart] with his hand, that regular katana comming out and slashing at him. But as his body turned, there was another katana on his left
[Syn_Thornheart] hand, aiming towards his head once more.
[War] The first katana would make a slight dent in War's armor, War ducking down as the second katana slashed the air above him. As he
[War] ducked, the sword in his right hand would slash at Syn's right calf, the other stabbing upward, War going for a quick kill.
[Syn_Thornheart] He felt that metal sword perice his calf, now limping slightly he would duck down to avoid that second sword going upward at him
[Syn_Thornheart] Sucking up the pain he would let those hands sheath his katana, grabbing the one arm that was going upward, he put his brute
[Syn_Thornheart] force to flip him over him, and slam him onto the ground face first, his body falling back onto the floor, while still holding
[Syn_Thornheart] the arm. He placed force onto is shoulder, he aimed to break it as he twisted it.
[War] Using the strength of the host body, War would slowly get to one knee, then, would proceed to throw Syn away from him, forcing-
[War] the demon mage to release his arm. After freeing his arm, another bold of blood-red energy would fly from his hand, aiming for-
[War] the mage.
[Syn_Thornheart] Getting flung, his body would land down to the ground, onto to sidestep the energy wave that was comming towards him. Sighing
[Syn_Thornheart] softly he would unsheath his lighting based katana. "Dragon Strike" He said outloud, his hand moving upwards, a thunderbolt com
[Syn_Thornheart] ing down from the heavens to charge up the sword, waving it infront of him, shockwaves of thunder came down from the sky, aiming
[Syn_Thornheart] towards War.
[War] As the bolts of thunder came at him, a tower shield would replace the sword in his left hand, War ducking behind it as the-
[War] shield was struck by the lightnings. When the lightning subsided, the shield would change into a giant war hammer, which the-
[War] armored figure swung around with ease. Lifting the weapon into the air, War would slam the hammer down onto the ground. As he-
[War] did this, a large shockwave would emanate from the point of impact, dirt and trees being picked up, forming into a moving wall-
[War] of earth, which grew to a height of 15 feet, which quickly closed in upon Syn.
[Syn_Thornheart] "Really not giving me any credit!" his body would start to move, leaping off of the walls by kicking off of them. Rising up to
[Syn_Thornheart] the top as the walls closed he would smile. His hand being held out. "Shadow..Nova!" he would say, yet nothing happened.
[Syn_Thornheart] His body would leap off of the wall as he came towards him. His two katanas in his hand now. As he came about 3ft closer to him,
[Syn_Thornheart] a rather large shadow fireball came down from the skies. A black dragon would be seen as this happened. This was Syn's Trump
[Syn_Thornheart] Card. A surprise attack from the sky. He knew War wouldnt of had enough time to black multiple attacks one right after the
[Syn_Thornheart] other, so as the smoke started to rise up into the sky, Those two katanas would be hacking and slashing there way across the
[Syn_Thornheart] smoke and hopefully armor. "Hiten Mitsurugi Ryuu, Ryu Tsung Tsen!" 1,000 slash attack.
[War] War would be surprised by the black fireball, not able to move in time. He would let himsefl be carried back by the force of-
[War] the explosion, though stopping himself just short of hitting a tree. The black robes were in tatters now, the bloo-red and-
[War] black armor having numerous dents, and a few holes. As War stood there, he would hold his hands outwards. A massive black and-
[War] red sphere of energy would form between his open hands, War waiting but a moment before firing it, hoping the smoke-
[War] would hide his attack until it was too late for Syn to dodge.
[Syn_Thornheart] Since he was slashing away, he didnt notice any other colors around but the color of his katanas. He noticed something get fired
[Syn_Thornheart] out, looking around he would notice this black and red ball thrown towards him. Holding his katans out, he threw them towards wa
[Syn_Thornheart] "Kaiten Kenbou, Rukusho!" If Anduin was around, he would rememeber this move. The two katanas getting thrown into the ball of
[Syn_Thornheart] energy, comming out the other side in a "x" formation. Both katanas aiming for his shoulders. It was another card up Syns sleeve
[Syn_Thornheart] But getting hit by this ball would take alot ouf him. Slamming back into a tree he would growl some. His shirt torn a bit. Slow
[Syn_Thornheart] ly he took off the cloak and jacket, throwing it down onto the floor. He looked forward. Hoping to see War pinned to the tree. "
[Syn_Thornheart] Had enough under estimating me?"
[War] Syn would be only half right, for War had enough time to send one of the katanas flying with his hammer, but the other went-
[War] right through the armor on his right arm, pinning that arm to the tree. A grin would be hidden under the helm of War's armor as-
[War] he looked at the mage: No no, you think I underestimate you, you poor misguided fool. Actually, I wanted you to think that, so-
[War] that you would fight harder. That way, I can do this! : with one fluid motion, War would grab the katana imbedded in his-
[War] arm, pull it free of both the tree and his arm, and toss it straight back at Syn.
[Syn_Thornheart] His hand would be held out, grabbing the katana and flipping it into the air, catching it once more on its hilt. "I wont even
[Syn_Thornheart] break a sweat faceing you.." He would slowly close his eyes. His body started to vibertate quickly. The heat around the area
[Syn_Thornheart] would start to grow quickly and forcfully. His right hand would be held out. He would grin slightly. "See, you forget..since you
[Syn_Thornheart] are his Horseman...you have the same weakness of them all.." His eyes were now shining blue. His angelic wings would come out
[Syn_Thornheart] from his back, he would laugh, rising up into the air. "Your..all..evil..all of you.." Holding his hand out he smiled softly to
[Syn_Thornheart] War. "Its time for you to be purified my freind..Holy!" His hand would let that white ball of energy go. Breaking off into
[Syn_Thornheart] millions of small peices, they would all sink down into the ground, causing the ground benethe them to appear as white as a
[Syn_Thornheart] ghost. "Purify this place..and the evil in this place." As those words would be whisperd, arrows from th heavens would rain down
[Syn_Thornheart] all baptized in holy water, and the land, slowly letting out that holy water as well..the only way War would have a chance to
[Syn_Thornheart] escape, is avoiding the holy water, the holy ground, and the holy arrows.
[War] War would let out a harsh laugh as Death's power emanated through the forest, protecting War as he made his-
[War] escape, disappearing in a gout of red flame, just before the holy arrows hit the ground where he once stood.

[Syn Thornheart]

As his body would notice that War was gone, it sould slowly sink into the ground. That transformation and last attack took alot out of him. Huffing and puffing slightly, he let his body just collapse onto the floor. He forgot about the cut right on his leg, which was still bleeding. Closing his eyes, he just relaxed. Regaining his energy atleast for a small time.

".......This isn't the end......"

He whisperd softly to himself. His eyes closing, his hair covering and sticking to his face a bit. That diamond necklace Lina had around her neck would grow cold, and dull.

[Nym Zeal]

Cyrus found him first, nose lowered to nudge the mage's face as the mountain lion took a break from his and Cyra's morning hunt patrol through the woods and underbrush. Cyra stood slightly off, her tail swishing aggitatedly at the presense of the very large human form. Truly, she liked few save for the smallest of them. Cyrus looked at her, giving a soft yowl to which she ignored, swishing her tail more forcifully. He growled; she ignored. Finally the slightly larger cat moved to her, taking his paw and batting her over the head until she slouched down and crept cautiously, timidly forward with him.

So it was that the pair dragged Syn's limp form through the woods of GoldenMyst, taking him to the safest place their mistress knew. Right up against the white dragon, Eirik spreading his wings for them before folding them over Syn protectively. There he would be nestled in the rider's greatest hiding place, warm light filtering in through the thin wing membranes while Eirik bugled for the attention of a healer.

[reddrgnspirit]

The coldness of the pendant against her skin brought her back to consciousness again, her eyes blinking a few times before remaining open, staring at the ceiling. What she didn't know was if Syn was dead, or simply back to normal resting somewhere, or even if he lay in the clearing wounded and bleeding. She couldn't tell by the pendant like he said she would be able too.

Slowly sitting up, ignoring the dizziness that was trying to set in again, she leans forward, dropping her head into her hands until it passed. Still a bit dazed and confused, she looks around, seeing where she was. She wasn't sure how she got here, or what happened. The last thing she remembered was being on the ground with Death standing over her after catching her off guard, but she was home, and wondered if he was here.

[Stoic Soul]

Death would be standing near the cliffs, dark grey mists swirling around him. A stoic expression would be etched into Anduin's pale face, Death knowing the outcome of the battle between War and Syn to be pretty much a draw. A soft chuckle would escape his lips as he stood there, black billowing robes fluttering softly in the chill wind which continually blew from the north: Well, the mage was stronger than I thought, but no matter, he has escaped death for far too long, him and everyone else in the kingdom....

[hateweaver]

War would reappear a few miles from where he fought with Syn. He would grit his teeth as he looked down upon his armor, noting all the damage it took: that bastard will pay for this: He would slowly lift off his helm, revealing the face of Mobius. His eyes would be a swirling mix of red and black, his face a little more scarred then it once was. He would then proceed to repair the dents and holes made in his armor, all of this second nature to the essence of War. When he was finished, he would suit up once more, and disappear in a burst of red flame, seeking another to do battle with....