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V Leon V: ::Having received a summons supposedly from Gerrard, the shadow knight arrives on horseback to the rolling field. He steadies his steed to a halt and dismounts, trying to pierce the darkness with his eyes as he sought out one of his
V Leon V: informants:: Gerrard? Where are you?
Maguslncarnate: ::It was at that particular moment when the air seemed to
gain something...a sort of 'thickness' within it that seemed almost a
tangible thing to an extent. The clouds above the field began to slowly
condense together, as the winds
Maguslncarnate: pervading the field began to gust more forcefully. Step by
step came the sillouhette of the towering frame of a gentleman that would be
clad in a knee-length robe as black as that of utter sackloth, and an adorned
hood having been
Maguslncarnate: pulled over to thereby conceal his facial features. He spoke
not a word as of yet, as if he was using the darkness of evening as a sort of
'camouflage' to distort the perception of whom he is to the Shadow Knight::
V Leon V: ::His pulse began to pick up a little bit as he took notice of the
sudden change in atmosphere. The winds blew back his long locks as he looks
to the man now approaching him. He sensed something..different about Gerrard.
Something
V Leon V: just did not feel..right:: Gerrard, we have to act quickly before
those fools Rayna, Nicho, and Magus know what has hit them...
Maguslncarnate: ::A quick flexing of his wrist, and rather abruptly twelve
spheres of dark azure fire suddenly ignited from the ground itself determing
the 'battle ground' as they were placed in certain points around the field.
Once the field was
Maguslncarnate: lighted, the man who stood across from Leon would
indeed...not be Gerrard...but the towering frame of the Dark Lord himself. He
had just taken the moment to pull down the adorned hood, thereby exposing his
utterly pallid features.
Maguslncarnate: His expression, flawlessly stoic as he regards the man with
a narrowing of those infinitely cold, crimson pools. He spoke thusly, in that
deeply resonant baritone:: ...I think not Sir Leon....your days shall
end....with me....on
Maguslncarnate: this night.....
V Leon V: ::He was taken aback at the sight of the dark one standing across
from him. His eyes widen slightly, and he takes a step back now surveying the
lighted field. Mustering his composure, he turns his head to spit upon the
ground,
V Leon V: glaring at him with pure, undeniable hatred:: You....you tricked
me! You bastard! Fine then....let us have this out! After I kill you Rayna
will be next!
V Leon V: ::He unsheaths his Blood Sword, a wicked smile playing across his
lips::
Maguslncarnate: ....When Queen Rayna sees you next....it will be your
lifeless carcass Leon.....::He lifts his right hand to tighten the black
glove upon it momentarily, his powerfully-cruel gaze fastened upon the shadow
knight without a hint of
Maguslncarnate: emotional depth to his tone or his posture. The clouds above
in the darkened skies began to grow distorted, as pulsing arcs of crimson
lightening ignited the darkened heavens::
V Leon V: ::He shakes his head, and readies his blade for their final
encounter. Planting his feet firmly into the soil, eyes narrowing at the dark
lord as he speaks:: What I do not understand about you dark one...is how you
can invade more
V Leon V: than four countries...and yet you protect these idiotic people
that do not even like you?
Maguslncarnate: ....My reasoning is personal....and if you knew anything of
my history with the people of Golden Horn...you would know that they had
earned my respect through a war several years ago....regardless of their
perception of me...it
Maguslncarnate: matters not....what matters is the here and now...and Sir
Leon....it is time you experienced the suffering of a thousand eternities....
Maguslncarnate: ::His broad, gloved digits enclasp the intricate hilt of his
nearly infamous Blade of Black, the demonic sword of all that is purely of
the Darkness and Malice itself. Ancient symbols of such epic battles of the
past have been
Maguslncarnate: etched into not only the noir hilt but the matching black
blade itself as he would slowly unsheathe the dual-bladed sword::
V Leon V: ::He gave a sneer to the dark lord, so be it! Psyching him out was
not going to work, the only thing left to do is battle the man. He took the
initiative, grasping hold of the hilt of his Blood Sword firmly as he lunges
foward,
V Leon V: bringing his sword to cut through the robe that he wore and
through to his flesh beneath it:: I will not be defeated by the likes of you
dark lord!
Maguslncarnate: ::The sword cleanly cut through his lengthy robe, and would
actually find and mete out a good mark within his flesh as a small wound
presented itself, and a small stream of black blood spurred from the open
wound. He grunts lowly a
Maguslncarnate: moment, and his usually stoic expression would change
completely..into a look of pure and utter venom as he directed his gaze back
to that of Leon. Brandishing his massive blade, the Dark Lord immediately
vaults from his position in
Maguslncarnate: a deft leap to land upon the ground next to Leon's right
leg, where he would swipe his blade to cut directly through the man's
leg..thus severing it::
V Leon V: ::He screams out in pain, and as he topples down to the ground he
looks at the stump that was his right leg and his eyes nearly bulge out of
their sockets at the sight! While he unbelievably kept his blade still in his
right hand,
V Leon V: he used his left to clutch the remains of his right leg, and he
tosses his sword aside. Summoning up the energies of the Shal-Yar, the shadow
knight curls a hardened fist to launch a powerful series of his own raw
energies formed
V Leon V: into constant beams of energy:: You bastard!!!! I'll make you pay
for that!!
Maguslncarnate: ::Pure, raw energies were always hard to deflect or dodge,
and the Dark Lord took no time in attempting to do the former or the latter.
He actually took the beams of energy head-on, and the blast caught him
squarely in the chest and
Maguslncarnate: he flew back about five feet, landing on his back. His flesh
was beginning to sear where the beams had struck him, though he rose back to
his feet...and the look he gave Leon was one of almost a possessed madman.
His eyes would
Maguslncarnate: nearly bore holes into the man's skull, as he brings his
sword up with both hands and implants it into the soil below:: .....Thy time
has ended Leon.....::His cryptic words carrying an undeniable quality of that
pure, unadulterated
Maguslncarnate: Malice as from the implanted blade came forth four distinct
'lines' of energy that fed from the sword and ultimately gathered into a
single point underneath the field not far from
Maguslncarnate: where Leon was standing. The implosion that occurred next
would only be enough to warrant his attention, as a deep chasm had begun to
form..and the deathly cries resounding from far below would indeed be the
heralding of his end.
Maguslncarnate: Arising out from the unfathomably deep chasm would be a
massive claw...laiden with dozens of small spikes...and dripping with the
blood of those damned by the Dark Lord in the past. The Claw of Chaos it was,
for that gigantic claw
Maguslncarnate: grasps hold of Leon with ease...and at the very moment it
would close its massive, bony structure around Leon..now within its
clutches...those spikes would pierce through his heavy armor as if they were
Maguslncarnate: butter. Impaling him at several points through his flesh, as
those spikes tore through his bone and flesh to protrude out the other side
of his body::
V Leon V: ::The last scream he uttered was enough to wake the dead actually,
as when he felt those spikes penetrating his skin he knew it was over. The
awesome sight of the claw was enough to make anyone shiver, as he did when he
first saw
V Leon V: coming for him. That the dark lord had such power truely
frightened him..and only now..at the end..did he realize how foolish he has
truely been:: Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!! Nooooooooo!!! Uggghhh!! ::Blood spurted from
his mouth as he was
V Leon V: bleeding internally too. Taking a final glance around, he looks
upon his killer:: Ma..gus......the seed...has been planted....Rayna will
still....perish.....::Those would be his last words, as the shadow knight's
form went limp, and
V Leon V: he died......::
Maguslncarnate: ::Fixating his iron-clad gaze onto the dead corpse now
within the Claw's clutches...he gives but a singular nod as the Claw of Chaos
dispenses with the body and tosses it to the ground..before sinking back into
those bottomless
Maguslncarnate: depths from whence it came. The Dark Lord had promised Leon
before their battle...next time Rayna saw him he would be dead...and that was
a promise he intended to keep. The chasm that had formed had already begun to
form itself back
Maguslncarnate: together into a single piece of land. The torrent of the
skies beginning to fade...though it was on this field..that battles had been
fought...and blood had been shed...so it was in the past..so it is now. He
was left with those
Maguslncarnate: thoughts as he glances behind him at the four orcs
assembling themselves to take the body:: ....Take the body first to Golden
Horn....doubtless both Rayna and that cup deserve to see his worthless corpse
first....::Without a further
Maguslncarnate: word, the Dark Lord had begun to trek back..when one of the
orcs suddenly asked:: My lord, they will ask whom killed him...what should we
say?
Maguslncarnate: ::He thought that over a moment, before glancing icily over
his shoulder:: ...Tell them only this....that Magus says hello......
Maguslncarnate: ::Walking from the field, he would fade from sight....::
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V Leon V: ::Having received a summons supposedly from Gerrard, the shadow knight arrives on horseback to the rolling field. He steadies his steed to a halt and dismounts, trying to pierce the darkness with his eyes as he sought out one of his
V Leon V: informants:: Gerrard? Where are you?
Maguslncarnate: ::It was at that particular moment when the air seemed to
gain something...a sort of 'thickness' within it that seemed almost a
tangible thing to an extent. The clouds above the field began to slowly
condense together, as the winds
Maguslncarnate: pervading the field began to gust more forcefully. Step by
step came the sillouhette of the towering frame of a gentleman that would be
clad in a knee-length robe as black as that of utter sackloth, and an adorned
hood having been
Maguslncarnate: pulled over to thereby conceal his facial features. He spoke
not a word as of yet, as if he was using the darkness of evening as a sort of
'camouflage' to distort the perception of whom he is to the Shadow Knight::
V Leon V: ::His pulse began to pick up a little bit as he took notice of the
sudden change in atmosphere. The winds blew back his long locks as he looks
to the man now approaching him. He sensed something..different about Gerrard.
Something
V Leon V: just did not feel..right:: Gerrard, we have to act quickly before
those fools Rayna, Nicho, and Magus know what has hit them...
Maguslncarnate: ::A quick flexing of his wrist, and rather abruptly twelve
spheres of dark azure fire suddenly ignited from the ground itself determing
the 'battle ground' as they were placed in certain points around the field.
Once the field was
Maguslncarnate: lighted, the man who stood across from Leon would
indeed...not be Gerrard...but the towering frame of the Dark Lord himself. He
had just taken the moment to pull down the adorned hood, thereby exposing his
utterly pallid features.
Maguslncarnate: His expression, flawlessly stoic as he regards the man with
a narrowing of those infinitely cold, crimson pools. He spoke thusly, in that
deeply resonant baritone:: ...I think not Sir Leon....your days shall
end....with me....on
Maguslncarnate: this night.....
V Leon V: ::He was taken aback at the sight of the dark one standing across
from him. His eyes widen slightly, and he takes a step back now surveying the
lighted field. Mustering his composure, he turns his head to spit upon the
ground,
V Leon V: glaring at him with pure, undeniable hatred:: You....you tricked
me! You bastard! Fine then....let us have this out! After I kill you Rayna
will be next!
V Leon V: ::He unsheaths his Blood Sword, a wicked smile playing across his
lips::
Maguslncarnate: ....When Queen Rayna sees you next....it will be your
lifeless carcass Leon.....::He lifts his right hand to tighten the black
glove upon it momentarily, his powerfully-cruel gaze fastened upon the shadow
knight without a hint of
Maguslncarnate: emotional depth to his tone or his posture. The clouds above
in the darkened skies began to grow distorted, as pulsing arcs of crimson
lightening ignited the darkened heavens::
V Leon V: ::He shakes his head, and readies his blade for their final
encounter. Planting his feet firmly into the soil, eyes narrowing at the dark
lord as he speaks:: What I do not understand about you dark one...is how you
can invade more
V Leon V: than four countries...and yet you protect these idiotic people
that do not even like you?
Maguslncarnate: ....My reasoning is personal....and if you knew anything of
my history with the people of Golden Horn...you would know that they had
earned my respect through a war several years ago....regardless of their
perception of me...it
Maguslncarnate: matters not....what matters is the here and now...and Sir
Leon....it is time you experienced the suffering of a thousand eternities....
Maguslncarnate: ::His broad, gloved digits enclasp the intricate hilt of his
nearly infamous Blade of Black, the demonic sword of all that is purely of
the Darkness and Malice itself. Ancient symbols of such epic battles of the
past have been
Maguslncarnate: etched into not only the noir hilt but the matching black
blade itself as he would slowly unsheathe the dual-bladed sword::
V Leon V: ::He gave a sneer to the dark lord, so be it! Psyching him out was
not going to work, the only thing left to do is battle the man. He took the
initiative, grasping hold of the hilt of his Blood Sword firmly as he lunges
foward,
V Leon V: bringing his sword to cut through the robe that he wore and
through to his flesh beneath it:: I will not be defeated by the likes of you
dark lord!
Maguslncarnate: ::The sword cleanly cut through his lengthy robe, and would
actually find and mete out a good mark within his flesh as a small wound
presented itself, and a small stream of black blood spurred from the open
wound. He grunts lowly a
Maguslncarnate: moment, and his usually stoic expression would change
completely..into a look of pure and utter venom as he directed his gaze back
to that of Leon. Brandishing his massive blade, the Dark Lord immediately
vaults from his position in
Maguslncarnate: a deft leap to land upon the ground next to Leon's right
leg, where he would swipe his blade to cut directly through the man's
leg..thus severing it::
V Leon V: ::He screams out in pain, and as he topples down to the ground he
looks at the stump that was his right leg and his eyes nearly bulge out of
their sockets at the sight! While he unbelievably kept his blade still in his
right hand,
V Leon V: he used his left to clutch the remains of his right leg, and he
tosses his sword aside. Summoning up the energies of the Shal-Yar, the shadow
knight curls a hardened fist to launch a powerful series of his own raw
energies formed
V Leon V: into constant beams of energy:: You bastard!!!! I'll make you pay
for that!!
Maguslncarnate: ::Pure, raw energies were always hard to deflect or dodge,
and the Dark Lord took no time in attempting to do the former or the latter.
He actually took the beams of energy head-on, and the blast caught him
squarely in the chest and
Maguslncarnate: he flew back about five feet, landing on his back. His flesh
was beginning to sear where the beams had struck him, though he rose back to
his feet...and the look he gave Leon was one of almost a possessed madman.
His eyes would
Maguslncarnate: nearly bore holes into the man's skull, as he brings his
sword up with both hands and implants it into the soil below:: .....Thy time
has ended Leon.....::His cryptic words carrying an undeniable quality of that
pure, unadulterated
Maguslncarnate: Malice as from the implanted blade came forth four distinct
'lines' of energy that fed from the sword and ultimately gathered into a
single point underneath the field not far from
Maguslncarnate: where Leon was standing. The implosion that occurred next
would only be enough to warrant his attention, as a deep chasm had begun to
form..and the deathly cries resounding from far below would indeed be the
heralding of his end.
Maguslncarnate: Arising out from the unfathomably deep chasm would be a
massive claw...laiden with dozens of small spikes...and dripping with the
blood of those damned by the Dark Lord in the past. The Claw of Chaos it was,
for that gigantic claw
Maguslncarnate: grasps hold of Leon with ease...and at the very moment it
would close its massive, bony structure around Leon..now within its
clutches...those spikes would pierce through his heavy armor as if they were
Maguslncarnate: butter. Impaling him at several points through his flesh, as
those spikes tore through his bone and flesh to protrude out the other side
of his body::
V Leon V: ::The last scream he uttered was enough to wake the dead actually,
as when he felt those spikes penetrating his skin he knew it was over. The
awesome sight of the claw was enough to make anyone shiver, as he did when he
first saw
V Leon V: coming for him. That the dark lord had such power truely
frightened him..and only now..at the end..did he realize how foolish he has
truely been:: Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!! Nooooooooo!!! Uggghhh!! ::Blood spurted from
his mouth as he was
V Leon V: bleeding internally too. Taking a final glance around, he looks
upon his killer:: Ma..gus......the seed...has been planted....Rayna will
still....perish.....::Those would be his last words, as the shadow knight's
form went limp, and
V Leon V: he died......::
Maguslncarnate: ::Fixating his iron-clad gaze onto the dead corpse now
within the Claw's clutches...he gives but a singular nod as the Claw of Chaos
dispenses with the body and tosses it to the ground..before sinking back into
those bottomless
Maguslncarnate: depths from whence it came. The Dark Lord had promised Leon
before their battle...next time Rayna saw him he would be dead...and that was
a promise he intended to keep. The chasm that had formed had already begun to
form itself back
Maguslncarnate: together into a single piece of land. The torrent of the
skies beginning to fade...though it was on this field..that battles had been
fought...and blood had been shed...so it was in the past..so it is now. He
was left with those
Maguslncarnate: thoughts as he glances behind him at the four orcs
assembling themselves to take the body:: ....Take the body first to Golden
Horn....doubtless both Rayna and that cup deserve to see his worthless corpse
first....::Without a further
Maguslncarnate: word, the Dark Lord had begun to trek back..when one of the
orcs suddenly asked:: My lord, they will ask whom killed him...what should we
say?
Maguslncarnate: ::He thought that over a moment, before glancing icily over
his shoulder:: ...Tell them only this....that Magus says hello......
Maguslncarnate: ::Walking from the field, he would fade from sight....::