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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 8, 2005 13:44:15 GMT -5
Death would turn to face Drako, shaking his head slowly, a smile on Anduin's face as he looked towards the guardsman: So, you wish to die now, "brother"? I was gonna let you watch the others die first, but then again, I think its necessary to destroy you now, so that Anduin has no reason to resist me.: The scythe would fly at Drako, Death controlling it with his mind as the weapon would swing in a horizontal slash, cutting at Drako's chest:
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Post by Drako Lathen on Nov 8, 2005 14:28:50 GMT -5
::He quickly raised his sword to stop the scythe. As he held the block he looked up to him:: Lets lay a few terms down on this battle....::He was calm about everything, though what had happened to Anduin was tearing him up inside::
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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 8, 2005 18:35:52 GMT -5
Death would let out a harsh laugh, the air around him and Drako becoming colder by the minute, as though the warmth was being drawn away. The scythe would knock aside Drako's sword before slashing Drako's right shoulder, then would fly back to hover in front of Death as he spoke: you fool! You think this is one of your silly little spars where you can set rules and terms!?
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Post by Baroness Angel DelaSangre on Nov 8, 2005 18:53:37 GMT -5
Slowly she would walk up behind Death, hissing softly.
"You are nothing but a coward Death.. one who is too weak to do anything by manipulate other's bodies and hide within them. You are nothing Death. I do not fear you."
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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 8, 2005 19:04:13 GMT -5
As Death heard Angel speak close behind him, he would quickly turn, a whirl of black as his left hand gripped her throat. He would bring his face to hers as he spoke: It doesnt matter if you fear me, for sooner or later, everyone dies, including you and your children!: A cold fury would fill Anduin's body as Death would then throw her away, then would make a cloud of black mist appear, hiding him from their sight as he made his way past them, heading north towards the river.
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Post by Baroness Angel DelaSangre on Nov 8, 2005 19:07:17 GMT -5
Being thrown back, she would hit something rather hard as she cried out. Falling limp on the ground as she groaned for a moment.. Okay.. if she didnt move.. it wouldn't hurt.. Her children wouldn't die.. she would hide them herself if need be..
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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 8, 2005 19:12:08 GMT -5
Having gotten away from the dragoness and the guard captain, Death would make his way through the woods, heading north. The large amount of people beyond the river was luring Death, tugging at him like a string. Death would speak to himself in a cold voice as he was guided towards the river: Ill have to overwhelm the guards at the river, take all their souls at once. Or maybe...: A cruel grin would form on his face as he let Anduin come out, though he maintained his control over the body:
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Post by Drako Lathen on Nov 9, 2005 8:59:41 GMT -5
::He fell to his knee and looked over at his shoulder. It hardly looked like one anymore. A large gash ran down to his chest about six inches long. He winced as he stood and took his sword in his other hand and followed the presence. He looked to Angel as he passed:: I'm sorry...::He knew this was a losing battle, but he wouldn't just stand around while he made his way to the castle and then to....No he couldn't even think about it. He kept on walking, his right arm hanging limp by his side...He wouldn't give up::
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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 9, 2005 11:39:53 GMT -5
Death knew that Drako was following after him, a chuckle escaping his lips as he would stop for a moment, looking back. Anduin's hand would be held out in front of him as he spoke: Come, my minions, slay the one called Drako, but bring me his soul..: With that, dozens of zombies would appear before him, some of them looking the same as they had, others covered with blood from slain victims, others still bereft of an arm, or leg, or even an eye, evident of armed resistance. Death would give his minions the command, and they would slowly shamble down the path.
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Post by Drako Lathen on Nov 9, 2005 13:10:45 GMT -5
::He came upon about a dozen undead. He shook his head, sorry for the loss of those that walked the Earth after they had passed. He held up his hand and let three balls of fire fly towards their targets. The rest, he quickly dealt with using his sword. He was right handed, but being the skilled warrior he was, he cut them down with the sword in his left hand. The creatures were too slow to move out of the way, but he was fortunate that he had come across so few of them. He continued on his path, losing more blood as he went on::
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