Fight:Brawl at the Armantium Sky Pier
- Combatants:
- Aelon is here with a Harrier named Treble.
- Jacklin is here with a salt and pepper Stoat.
- Kenneth is here with a Shapeshifting Monkey named Simona.
- Lorivanni is here with a griffon named Alastor.
- Nemisis is here with a doppleganger named Nemesis.
- Samir is here.
- Taarem is here with a Falcon named Archivol.
- Veriun is here with a mechanical tiger named Ortheon.
Nemisis was wandering aimlessly within the realm and decided he would take a trip to the avian city Armantium. His wings that usually remain hidden inside his back were out, flapping in the air far above the clouds. As he swirled around the ancient city, he landed on a extremely overgrown leaf that has seemed to had its way with a building. Ruby red eyes scanning the area, he spots a gathering around the pier. Boredom overtaking his mind, his chaotic nature began to kick into play. With a giant leap, he sky rockets towards the ground, landing firmly with a loud crash in the middle of the crowd. As the smoke took time to clear, he prepared himself for the stunt he was about to pull. After cracking his neck and stretching, he took a deep breath and spoke loudly, pointing to and turning to meet all eyes, "Hey! All of you weaklings that would like a chance to change your insignificants lives, come forth! I dare one of you to try and take me down!" Wasting no more time, he randomly charges forth and heads towards Samir fist shot forward.
Taarem had been looking at the sky for some hours now. His pitch black wings where spread out on the floor, and so was he. Upon the penetration of the words into his mind, he sighed deeply, and began to arise. His proud nature did not allow him to let the word 'weakling' be said to him without a fight. Not caring that the draconian already had attacked another avian, he reached out one arm in the sky. Pure white energy began to whirl arond his open hand and formed a blade of some size. Whispering to himself, his words were "No fun in a fight without some risk and danger." We spread his wings out to the maximum and rocketed himself into the sky, charged at the draconian, letting loose a huge energy pulse of power granted him by some divine entity when he had covered up about half of the distance.
Kenneth was in the city for some time. How did he get up here. Gotta love that shapeshifter of a monkey, being an eagle. He was in his leather uniform, like always, the monkey now in her true form, upon his shoulder. The silver locks of his was waving in the wind. Then....screaming occured... "What the-" A man appeared and his perfect picture memory reminded him as the man at frostmare, when Mitzi was captured by Paslei....Never knew the name however....But...He was attacking innocents....The lycan was not accustom to fighting, but the man had to be stopped. With great haste, Kenneth retrieved his crossbow to fire a few arrows at him, but stopped. There's too many people.....Kenneth had to stop this close-range, something he's not fond of. "Stop there, you!" Kenneth ran to the man, front-on attack with his arms out pointing to the man. The leather-cladded born lycan with grace, fired two daggers from under his sleeves, soaked with Dragon Blood Poison...Lethal without the antidote, but Kenneth had that....He wanted to detain the man...not kill him....After that, he retrieved his sword, which was also soaked with dragon Blood Poison.
Jacklin appeared on the pier with a jostle of armor, a grunt betwixt whiskey-stained lips issued as body came to a rest on the outskirts of those gathered. Cobalt optics affixing to Nemisis as he pronounced his challenge toward the others and the quick charge following. Lifting Uabhasach delicately from its resting point against solid surface she swung visceral visage toward the left, then again in a right-handed shift. Serpentine digits coiling their sinuous creation around the thin neck of her brand. Left shoulder dropped, ball of her right foot applied with the pressure of lithe figure, and in an instant the human warrior would propel herself across the pier toward the creature of earlier spotting: Kenneth. Instead of a stab from the spear, Jacklin used the object in a most unconventional manner. Upon reaching arms-length of Kenneth, Jacklin paused with timid steps, spear rounding her frame until it was settled into the opposite hand. Then, with a sharp movement, the object as swung toward the cranium of the male with hopeful head-splitting results.
Lorivanni's new pet Alastor carries the vampire into the clouds to reach the revived Avian capitol and a number of souls gathering for what seems to be some sort of battle. From the back of his mount, he draws his beloved katana and commands Alastor to charge the battlefield. Though this is not a familiar venue for the vampire and fighting from a mounted position is not his forte. His balance is sturdy, but easily shakable, and in the bright sunlight, he feels his magical energy being sapped away quickly. The spellblade notices the mad birdman from yesterday and clumsily instructs Alastor to head for his position. The inexperienced flyer almost leads his mount to crash into Samir, though the griffon stopped just short and began hovering beside the Avian before the vampire speaks....”What do you say we try and work together here?”he asks Samir. “I do believe it will improve the odds for both of us.” He peers down at the psi-blade and awaits a response, but not without putting up a high guard with his trusted blade.
Veriun grins at the entrence of jacklin, taking a few paces backwards in the air and shadowing hes forehead with hes and "hoooo~ this is going to get messy. now who expected the subject to come to me for a change"
Samir remains relatively out of sight for the moment. Perched some distance away like some large bird of prey upon the crumbling outline of a once magnificent arch further toward the city-island proper. He could sense the ill will surging throughout the area, utterly taste these many combatants misgivings, and it reminded him of times far removed from the modern world. With a sly grin the tall, black feathered Avian stretches his long, powerful wing muscles skyward, metacarpus bones splaying wide to unravel the thick flight appendages. With a massive downward thrust, upward momentum is generated as relaxed leg muscles suddenly explode outward and propel the powerful flier away from his perch. The sun shining down upon Samir was intense, this high in the clouds it's affects were far more pervasive and the mostly night oriented Avian found it truly distasteful. Enshrouding black only served to increase his discomfort, yet soon he was soaring powerfully on the wind, riding high level thermals at breakneck speed with a sort of natural grace reserved only for races truly at home in the sky. He swiftly approaches the group, electric blue eyes narrowing upon the one man who seemed to be causing the greatest disturbance. “Draconian.” He mumbles distastefully only moments before his own feet make solid contact with the ground and he slows from a swift run to a gradual stop to ramp down his g-force without added effort. The rushing wind stops whistling past his ears just in time to catch the tail end of Nemisis' challenge; A challenge he wholeheartedly decides to take immediately. Though as he steps inward to engage it seems that his motions must be caught as suddenly the fight is brought to him rather than the other way around as intended. Weapon not even drawn, Samir must react fast and chooses a momentary backpedal, tossing an arm up for a halfhearted block before his wings beat inward to propel the tall man backward several feet rather quickly. Just in the nick of time too as a rather large blast of energy, crossbow bolts, and all manner of bad thoughts suddenly descend on the spot where he had been moments ago, and Nemisis might be still.
Kenneth went for another attack, but heard Simona shreik howls. Kenneth knew what she had spoken and quickly ducked, the fatal blow inches from it's intended target. "Hey now......Who are you, and why do you attack me...You with the man over there?!" The lycan spoke boldly, staring at the woman's features. Who was she? Kenneth stood his ground, awaiting the reponse, most likely another attack. Kenneth and Simona were at the ready...
Veriun seems to be comfteble in the air, watching a battle that might actually become something rather big. he deems the fighters to be very capable and expects quite the show. he chuckles almost in musical accordance to th beatingsof hes large snow white wings.
Jacklin failed to miss a beat. As Uabhasach met nothing save for air, Jacklin sharply twisted and slippered footing drove her frame backwards with the fluidity of momentum being the driving force. The Queen spoke nothing, thews of thick design dropped with thin slits of cobalt peering out behind chestnut tresses, messy and split to the last strand. Right hand swept behind her back, spear traveling back into the rightful grasp and apex jutting outward toward its prey. Jacklin in turn drove fourth once again. The Executioner allowed not a single contortion of features as the sharpened utensil made a furious attempt at the mid-section of Kenneth. Fueled by the keen maneuver of Jacklin and the forward shift of her own weight.
Nemisis laughs with joy as Samir nimbly dodged his attack. He watched the avian fight before and he actually expected the punch to miss. Ears perked, an symphony of attacks and voices make their way towards him as his back is turned......perfect. Within the bowls of the demi's stomach was a rather mischievous plan being cooked up. Before either Taarem, Kenneth, or Lorivanni could reach him in any way, shape, or form, he jumped into the air and released a giant cloud of smoke, encasing everyone in it. An evil grin would fall upon blind eyes as the attacks went blindly to each other. Last time his mind recorded, he saw his opponents coming from a particular direction except Lorivanni who was pretty close. Fingertips glowing with chaotic energy, the draconian shot various chaotic crystal needles in the every direction. In Lorivanni's case however, he took time to show a giant ray or raw energy.
Kenneth was not answer, as the wise lycan assumed. Then, she came back around. "Oh damn...." Kenneth jump wards, and decided to drop down on the ground. Only. Only the ground wasn't there! Kenneth had underanylazed the distant and was falling towards a large height. Well...not what he had in mind.....Simona quickly jumped down, shifting into the first animal she thought of and caught him. When Kenneth looked at her form, he chuckled slightly. "A griffon? You copied his form? Nice going, Simona....Now..." As though they were one, they fell up, meeting Jacklin's gaze. With haste, Kenneth retrieved his sword, and charged towards her, one hand with the sword out at her, another with his hand in his pocket. A risky move, this was.....what was he thinking?
Veriun sighs and tilts hes head, brushing shining hair out of hes sight upon the appearance of smoke, encasing the intrestin scene "tsk! can't have that now can we. a blinded watcher is no watcher at all. he spreads hes grand winds fully and with a few powerfull flaps hes come closer to the site, concnetrating hes mind upon hes powerfull eyes, seeing best he can trought the smoke. and making out, best possible without removing the smoke, figures and movements, carefully calculatin what is happening with hes sharp mind.
Taarem's reaction was simple, though expected. His fist clenched the hilt of his illuminated blade, and he raised his hand for his mouth as the smoke came. Slowly the winged man's mind began to be corrupted with rage. This blind stupor caused him not to realise that his extremely brightly glowing blade made him an easy attackable beacon, even in the dense smoke released by the half dragon. A clear moment in his mind however, allowed him to come up with the semi genious plot to slowly fly backwards, until he felt an obstable behind him. Kenneth. He himself had no idea what it was though, and the startled reaction of the avian was to fly up in the sky as high as possible, taking some of the smoke with him, making it a sight to behold when he emerged from the surface of smoke. Still wanting to hurt the draconian for the 'insult', he raised his blade once more and simply shot another minor beam as energy, merely intended as a taunt.
Lorivanni smiles at the oblivious Avian, lost in his battle trance. “I'll take that as a yes.” he says with absolutely no certainty that Samir cares about, nor hears his query. The Vampire kicks his heel into the flank of Alastor and the the great winged beast is away. In a full flying charge, Lorivanni reaches his katana as far as his arm would allow. His target is the upstart Draconian attacking Samir. Hoping to land a crushing blow to the beastly brute, the spellblade makes a tremendous mistake as he overextends himself in his attack and loses his balance, falling headlong from his aerial mount. Fortunately, he lands, rather unceremoniously, on solid ground. Lying crumpled and bruised on the floor of the Avian city, he ponders when his luck is going to change. He hardly notices the magical onslaught the Draconian released before his little slip up. That is until Alastor comes crashing down next to the Vampire decemated by the full brunt of Nemisis' spell. Lorivanni's new companion is down but not out, though he won't be a factor in this excursion any longer. “Hoh! That was lucky.” he states with a surprised expression.
Samir's eyes clamp shut as noxious black smoke spews out from the deceptive Draconian. For a moment all is black, until the subtle throbbing of each combatants mental disruptions identified their positions to a rough extent. Yet the largest disturbance for the moment seems to come from Nemisis himself, and it only grows worse until suddenly his chaotic needles are released. Samir knew something had been coming, but not quite what and the appearance of so many little pinprick razor points of chaos left him no direction to duck or dodge in. Several dig into his feathers, though with a brute blast of mental force that spreads away from his body a good number are redirected before making contact, leaving his damage minimal. Sick of missing out on the action he quickly draws the jagged sword at his hip before racing headfirst into the thick smoke cloud, guided mentally rather than visually in the vicious arc that his sword makes for Nemisis' flank while the draconian is preoccupied with lorivanni.
Jacklin stoically stood beyond Kenneth as he catapulted from the pier. Lips pressed firmly together in a figment of uncertain thought, irises expanding to take in the other combatants surrounding her. Abruptly, she caught sight of the miraculous return of her own partner. Jaw clamped with stony grace and body again bowed guardedly toward the ground below. With each step the stranger made toward her, Jacklin too advanced. Deftly pacing toward Kenneth with almost mechanical workings until, at last, the man was fully upon her. Jacklin, no doubt, was playing a game with the stranger. His sword kissing her shoulder directly, which by design, only propelled the elder in her motion. Intricate steps led her around the formerly-charging creature with spear lifted into the air, her own hands gripping it horizontally, until with a jerk of downward make the steel tool fell in front of Kenneth’s face. And just as quickly the human jerked the spear backwards in an attempt to break the windpipe of her prey.
Nemisis decided to fly up out the very smoke he created. But before he would do such, the demi decided to pull back in his wings. They made him feel fat in some odd fashion and they were always good for a surprise attack in a desperate situation. Never needing the wings to fly, he stood there levitating. After just barely folding his wings, he watches a giant white beam fly right next to him. The demi could only blink at how close the random shot was to him. Amidst all the ruckus, he took time to pay attention to this sheer luck by slowling looking up through a dense smoke (in which he saw nothing), and then back to spot where his wing would have been hit, "Wow...." Shrugging the situation off finally, the wings slipped into his back and the demi shot foward towards the sky and finally drawing his katana. Using the beam as a direction, he came at Taarem with great force and strength in attempt to cut him with the skill of a samurai.
Kenneth watched carefully at Jacklin's movements....She was hit by him. Slowly, the Dragon Blood will poison......Lethal, it was. Kenneth didn't see the spear launch at his throat till the near last minute, to which he couldn't dodge completely. He did block it, with his arm, which consequenced with a shattering pain in his arm. "Damn it....." He was well know of injuries and knew it was badly beaten....broken.... Kenneth would heal it later. He had to think of a game plan to stop havoc. He also didn't see the magic, coming towards him, but luckly, it's aim asa tad off, so he dodge it with ease.
Lorivanni regards his wounded companion with sympathy but knows that the battle continues, even after your allies fall. The spellblade retrieves his katana from a few paces away and begins to stalk onto what seems to be fast becoming a floating arena, intent on exacting revenge for his fallen comrade. He tries to channel arcane energy into his favorite weapon but is unable to do so. Merely a few blueish sparks fizzled feebly before disappearing all together. “Damn!” he curses with a slightly sluggish voice. The sun, he just doesn't have the strength to use his magic in such intense sunlight. But he can fight, and fight he shall. He reaches the Draconion, now focusing on Taarem and hovering a bit above him, with sword at the ready and delivers a strong diagonal slash that will hopefully break into his guard. That is followed by an immediate reversal of momentum at the command of the swordsman that brings the tip of his katana darting back the way it came, this time in a foreward, upward lunge that is aimed at the chest of Nemisis.
Taarem tried to hide it, but in the end a burst of laughter with bestial vigor escaped his through. A lunatic smile only seen on his face when he was devoured by race was visible as the black feathered avian grabbed for the hilt of his actual sword. Once The Purifier was drawn, the blade's usual radation of extremely bright light only visible to Taarem's opponents came into effect. The drawing of this majestic bladed weapon was only to blind his foe, though. The hopefully now blinded, charging draconian would be in for a surprise of Taarem's plot worked. He diverted most of his power in a fairly powerful barrier in front of him, seeming to be made from a luminous substance, if it wouldn't be solid light itself. The draconian would crash into it, and he could probably finish of the remaining bits left of him without exhausting himself in the least.
Taarem: Before that all happened, the avian had raised an arm to form another sphere shaped barrier around him, more temporary this time, to block the vampire's attack. This succeeded, but did a lot on his mind. (Sorry for the short and simpleness, don't wanna wait till my next post to deal with that attack.)
Samir never loses track of the 'Demi' as he suddenly shoots upward, though in that very moment where he was most concentrated on attack he was left susceptible to the completely unexpected. From out of what seems like nowhere a quick blast of energy catches his shoulder, and nearly knocks him from the air. Samir falls clear through the smoke cloud's bottom barrier as it slowly begins to disperse and with a last moment recovery of his bearings is able to pull away from the ground before collision. Now he was pissed, having forgotten about Nemisis altogether. He wanted revenge for that insulting blow, but assumed incorrectly and within moments he is racing at a breakneck pace for the mental signature of Kenneth. Now with an opponent on each side Kenneth would need to move fast, for Samir gave no warning for the powerful stab which now sought to rip through the Lycan's back to pierce a lung.
Veriun arches a brow and tilts hes head. now slowly beating hes wings to glide backwards as the smoke is slowly clearin. hes smile is now baerly visable as the watching avian mumbles "now this is getting truly dangerous"
Jacklin withdrew her spear not by her own volution, but by the impact made against the forearm of Kenneth. Grasp faltered and Uabhasach was flung mercilessly over the head of its own wielder to the piers floor. Frantically the human turned, racing after the object as if it were the rarest of treasures. But, for Jacklin, it was without a doubt. Having already caused detriment to the structure of Kenneth she allowed the spear to fend for itself upon her back. Slipping the slender metal implement within thick leather bindings she was now weaponless...save for those hands. Adroit and finely honed with years of experience, the Executioner stood at the ready before her casualty. Oddly, the humans eyes closed for a moment. It was a dizzy spell. It had to be, nothing more. Not having noticed the Dragon Blood staining her armor she shook cranium a few times. Lids peeled back and optics again focused on Kenneth. Without fanfare, the human again set a course for the male. Limbs moving like pistons, slippers hammering the ground with methodic ‘thump,’ until her entire frame lunged toward Kenneth with hands attempting to lock around his throat.
Nemisis was halfway towards Taarem when he saw Samir burst out of the smoke towards him. A sly grin was sent his way as if to say, "Come and catch me." Due to recent training, the demi's hands were no longer the only place he could release his infamous attack from. Samir being directly under him, he released the chaotic energy into the atomsphere using both feet. The chaotic energy spread through the spatial area and went off, causing an explosion very similar to a cannon except its ammunition was the air itself. An invisible double barreled shot was headed towards the psiblades way and and to those unfortunate to be in its way. If the avian was close by, he was definitely in for some pain. However, if he was lucky enough to not be tailgating, he may escape the huge range. Since the force was enough to knockout a full grown dragon, its recoil was definitely a strong one. The shot only propelled the flying Nemisis to heightened speeds towards his intended target. However, there was another obstacle in the way, Lorivanni. The vampire's attack was barely caught when the assassin looked forward. He was only able to turn sideways and get scratched by the katana rather than get impaled. A free hand formed a ball of fire in which he shoved towards the vampire's face as he fly by growling, "You're in the way...." When he finally met his target, he hit the invisible barrier of the avian, but didn't give up. With more forcee, he finally pushed through and tried to impale him with the katana.
Kenneth inserted a vial in his mouth when he heard Simona 'cawing', the which he quickly noticed Samir. He dodged the attack, but rolled off Simona, and fell near acklin. Arms enlocked around his neck. He gagged, the vial still in his mouth. "Stop this......" She obviously wasn't going to and soon he could faint. they was only thing he can do, which was risky, but then again....He had a solution to that. He clasped his teeth on the glass vial, his mouth bleeding and a yellow smoke appearing from his mouth. It was regular poison that was enhance to cause more damage......And the side effects.....Head aches, sickness, dizziness, weariness, and the works, only enhanced greatly. the poison attacked kenneth first with a reasonable dose, but the smoke crawl towards Jacklin's breathing area. Sure...she can hold her breath....but for how long?
Taarem's optics widened as his barrier was broken. This did not happen often at all and was in his eyes a demonstration of at least reasonable power. He moved quickly, and the skillful blow from the katana was barely dodged. "Very well then. You. Are. Mine. Now. Let's get these...minor disturbances out of the way then." The flying paladin raised both of his hand, and put them together a few inches from his chest, his palms pointing in the direction of Nemesis and anybody who'd dare to come in his path. The next moment his signature move, the soul chains, erupted from his palms. The chains looked like materialized light, like most of his abilities, and aimed for everybody attacking Nemesis but him. Then, The Purifier was drawn once more, black wings were spread out, and an aerial charge commenced against the half dragon.
Jacklin finally pitched the ghost of a smile, lips twisting upwards in the corners as she found herself straddling Kenneth. Even with so many years behind her, never once did the warrior get any less giddy when an intended attack connected with victim. Thumbs began pressing gradually in an attempt to cut off the oxygen supply. Each second equaled more pressure, and remained that way until the vial of some soured concoction. With limited knowledge of the toxins effects she simply gritted her teeth and bore down with even greater intentions. As the substantial atmospheric manipulated began to choke the area around her, the human reacted. The principals of fight of flight burning a course through her veins, bubbling to the surface with a screech. Instantly the woman inhaled with lengthy gain and continued her assault on the male. Her entire upper-body supplying force to his neck as the air slowly seeped from her nose. Lungs began their burning after a minute, eyes watering and chest heaving with the slowed beating of her heart. When all stored supply had been released, Jacklin had no choice but to roll from atop her prey and out of the cloud. Tongue feeling numb, skin burning slightly, and eyes spilling tears as the elder rose sheepishly to her feet.
Lorivanni's sight goes red in a brilliant flash as the 'Demi's' fireball smashes into his the Vampire's face. The force of the magic sends Lorivanni reeling end over end to land on his still smoldering features. The pain is excruciating to the young vampire. It is apparent that every hair on his face is reduced to ash and his normally pale skin is now red, cracked and bleeding in more than a few spots. He is defeated. This fact is more than evident to the spellblade. He simply does not have the power to match blades nor magic with gladiators of this caliber. With an upraised fist, the smoking, and obviously battered Vampire shouts out to Nemisis......”That scratch is for Alastor Draconian! We shall meet again!”. Lorivanni then turns and makes his way back to his now stirring griffon. Knowing that the beast cannot bear a rider, he leads Alastor back to the ray of light that leads back down to more familiar territory.
Kenneth was growing weary by the second, wether it was Jacklin or his own poison, but finally, he gagged with relief, for she was off. Kenneth quickly reacted. within his tunic was the antidote, drinking the red fluid quickly. Kenneth was weezing....But the poison was being force out of him. He watch her in pain. Kenneth was too kind for his own good. Plus, a doctor had his oath. He ponder to wether to throw the vial. It was the antidote to the dragon blood poison, for she would die with out it unless attentive care. Kenneth threw that vial, but it would cure the enhanced poison, for precatious. "Take it, ma'am...It's cure you a bit.....Don't needing people dying....Have enough of that naturally." Death was not his friend and he will not cause another.
Veriun can be heard chuckling and a eyebrow raises upon the majestic avians face. he finds something amusing. alltough he does indeed not seem amused. as if the laugh is but a barrier. he watches Nemesis and seesm to shake hes head at something
Nemisis was on the same line as Taarem in the sense of the fight. He chuckled and watched as the avian shot an intricant attacks towards those who were following him. Red eyes looking at the man in respect, he says, "I like the way you think." Just then he watches Lorivanni fall and laughs saying, "Sure!" With Samir's attention elsewhere and Lorivanni out of the equation those two were left to battle it out. As the avian swung the Purifier, he assassin used his blade as a medium to channel chaotic energy through it. And with the strength of his draconic lineage, he clashed blades, causing an explosive pulse through the air. With one hand free, a fireball was created and sent towards Taarem's face.
Jacklin snorts, shelled figure quivers but fails to crumple even beneath the heavy burden of sudden ailments attacking her system. Even in such dreary moments, her attention never retreats from the reposed Kenneth. The hacking and wheezing heard from the man only causes another few moments of delight. Had the male retreated from the pier, slipped back into the fray without another word spoken the human would have counted herself as the better. Likely to turn and vanish from the area on her own time. But as the vial rolled into view and came to a rest against the side of her foot. Though it was an intended help, the elder wished for nothing from the stranger. A contortion of pure ire crossing stony features as eyes traveled back toward Kenneth, “I’d rather die. Think kindly on killing the Queen, sir.” With this, the human turned with uneasy limbs and slowly, unstably descended from the pier.
Veriun flies forward and lands upon the bridge, folding hes majesitic wings halfly. he steps upon the stone with a echoeing 'tap'. striding forward with the cloak flowing slowly as in weak wind. he stop and turns hes gaze at the avian and the paladin, but speaks in a calm voice to Kenneth. "are you badly injured?" the voice is, as kenneth surely suspected, the same as had echoed in the mans mind erlier
Taarem's maniac smile was wiped off his face as the two powerful, yet opposite forces struck each other. The power of light and righteousness versus the power of chaos always was like the clash of black and white. Slightly being knocked back by the explosion, being minorly harmed by it, he did not see flame bases projectile that was aimed for his face. All the paladin could do was raise his right arm, the arm he didn't use to swing the Purifier, and let it sustain the burns. The arm fell to his side, unable to be moved. Enduring the searing pain, the avian let out a shout of vengeance. Raising his blade once more, he made a second aerial charge towards the avian, his right arm still bumbling uselessly in the air, only a burden now. A few yards before the blade would reach its goal, he swung it intentionally into the air, releasing divine energy by the tip of the blade, causing a parabolical shaped burst of energy to speed towards Nemesis, with an intention kill.
Kennethcollapsed on the ground the poison taken it's toll in energy draining. Simona captured kenneth, taking him back to the compound for extra care.
Nemisis smiles as his attack meets his target, sort of. With his opponents arm burning, he says mocklingly, "Spicy ain't it?" As he swung his blade once more their blades clashed. As Taarem's beam shot up in a arch, the demi shifted his position just in time dodge a serious injury.....or what he would consider serious. The beam piercing his shoulder with extreme heat causing him to bleed. Looking at his shoulder he says, "You are a worthy opponent. We must meet another time." WIth that, the demi raised a hand an emitted a bright red beam in Taarem's face blinding him. Without wasting time, the man took his exit.
Taarem used his left arm, the one still capable of moving at all, to sheath his blade, the Purifier. As the final attack came near his, his now free arm was used to construct another barrier of light out of nothing into the air, making the red beam bounce off into nothingness. When there were no opponents left, a diabolical laugh came through the avian paladin's lips. "Worthy opponent, eh? I guess I got promoted from weakling to 'worthy opponent'..He shrugged to himself. "Ah well, at least it sounds better." With these whisperings to himself, the winged man took his leave.