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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jul 8, 2015 18:46:37 GMT -8
Ildesias' keen elfin senses caught wind of Mariah's dive and immediately knew he would need to protect himself. With his only currently available weapon being the spell charging in his hands, he decided it would have to do. The spell was not incomplete; in fact, it was overcharged specifically for the purpose for which he had originally planned to use it.
This meant that as Mariah's dive grew closer, Ildesias thrust the translucent orb of magic towards her; it rocketed forwards at blinding speeds and as it neared, it would release a shockwave of force capable of splitting rock within a meter. Mariah, being close, would likely take the brunt of the force if she did not avoid it, but the force that escaped her would hit the sides of the mountain pass and heavily disturb the snow. The soldiers below, however, where the narrowed path provided cover that could absorb any potential impact, were likely to remain completely unscathed.
As such, the company soldiers charged up the path, breaking their close-pact formation at the last second in order to clash against the beastmen above. A brutal melee fight would soon begin, despite the several bodies already littering the ground from the Norkari arrows.
(I don't know if anyone mentioned it earlier, I know I forgot as Beserk, but I'm going to assume that the archers are firing at the soldiers.)
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Archangel Erik
Committed
Mortal body is deceased, His Spiritual presence is back where it belongs.
Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 19:41:24 GMT -8
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Post by Archangel Erik on Jul 8, 2015 18:59:34 GMT -8
He looked at the archers that fired at him. As the first was shot, he cut though it, making all it's velocity gone. He did the same for the next two. On the last one, he deflected it to the ground with his shoulder. Surprisingly to the fact that under the cloth this made up his robe, metal plating were lining it. He motioned his hand from the fire above down, which made the bowl holding it tip. The fire had shot down at a much faster rate and at a much hotter temperature. He was heading straight towards the unsuspecting man. If he didn't move, it would burn him alive. If he did, it would spread to the surrounding area of 2 feet from the impact, though melt the snow instantly and extinguishing it.
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Mariah
Established
Fully Monsterized
Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Race: Draxis
White Hair, Amber eyes
She has now fully transformed into an insane draconic creature that kills with every chance.
Clothes and Equipment: Most of her clothes are now gone since they've been torn by her mutation, some armor though has fused with her body.
Her daggers she once wielded are now fused into her arms, one dagger is enchanted to drain mana and can channel said mana into a magic blast.
Player's online availability : Every Day
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:42:46 GMT -8
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Post by Mariah on Jul 8, 2015 18:59:55 GMT -8
Mariah grinned as she was closing in on the mage, assuming he was defenseless, but her eyes widened as she was about to be caught in the attack he'd been channeling. Quickly Mariah beat her wings forward to stop her from going any farther and assumed prepared to take the attack as she couldn't maneuver away quick enough. She covered up her weakspots, areas not covered in armor or scales, and was blown away by the shockwave.
"Aaahhh!" Mariah had lost control and went flying backwards, crashing into the snow on the ridge opposite. She would be taken out of the fight for now.
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Registered: May 4, 2024 19:43:16 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2015 19:01:51 GMT -8
Owa was caught of guard by the attack. His own attack helped weaken the blow, taking the brunt of the damage it shattered. The attack hit and hit hard, Owa flew back and landed on his ass with an audible canine yelp. A wound, a soon new scar, started just above his eye, down across it, his chest and stopping halfway down his stomach. The wound was shallow but they eye would be lost without magical healing. Owa stood up, other Volkrim came to his aid, trying to help him up but he shrugged them off. "That was a cheap shot, but well played." He took note of the enemy encroaching. "Skirmishers now!!!" Skirmishers hidden among the rocks launched out of hiding attacking the enemy formations. "Archers!!!" Volkrim and Draxis archers began to fire their arrows at the formation as well. He looked to the formation of soldiers behind him and signaled them to march with a flick of his head. They began to march forward in formation. He turned his attention back to Zatch, "Our duel cannot continue on this battlefield, we will have to continue later."
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Zatch Morandac
Established
I will be gone for the next week to set up a boy scout camp. Sorry
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 22
Physical Description: Zatch has a bit of a broad face, though still quite handsome. He has long golden hair that is tied up in a low ponytail in the back. He has piercing pale blue eyes and a healed scar on his right cheek, though is slight darker then the rest of his face. He is 6"5' and weighs roughly 200-210 lb. His body is quite muscular, but not bulging, and toned from his training with his father. From this though, it had gotten a layer of calluses all over his body from the training his endured.
Clothes and Equipment: Normal clothes: A green button down shirt with with a black vest. He wears a brownish pants made to be very durable. He uses a bow as well, which he uses more frequently when he isn't in his armor. This is because his armor doesn't allow much mobility with the bow. He will also have either a short sword or a dirk with him in case any combat gets too close to use the bow.
Armor: He has a sliver-ish white body plates and leg plates with golden trimmings. The shoulders have large curved shoulder guards since he prefers dual swords then to the shield, though still dons on on his back in case one of his swords are lost in battle for any number of reasons.
In the leather satchel: He has rope, throwing knives, a water bag and some food along with his regular clothes when he is traveling and wearing his armor. He also carries two spell books: One for Fire spells and one for light spells and healing.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 16:49:26 GMT -8
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Post by Zatch Morandac on Jul 8, 2015 19:11:17 GMT -8
He got into a defensive stance as his comrades came up, assuming they were going to attack. But when they got him and he shrugged them of, thought he was going to be absolutely screwed. Though to his amazement, he retreat. He started to back off himself, when he turned back around. He moved his shield back in front of him ready to charge. Instead he spoke to him. He listened and acknowledged it. "Alright....till our paths meet again." He looked around, seeing if anything else was going to attack him.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Jul 8, 2015 21:24:51 GMT -8
And once again the quite curious and brave Storm-Wing circled above the clashing armies dressed in his battle armor only to watch the strange new beasts emerge from their deep underground lairs, they interested him. He had not see anything similar for for 300 years. His mind was stuck on who to join if at all.
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Registered: May 4, 2024 19:43:16 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2015 9:48:55 GMT -8
Owa heard the flapping of wings and looked up. He expected to find Mariah flying low but instead he saw a dragon flying above the battlefield. He like most of the Nokari peoples worship dragons. This was a sign of immenent victory. It must be. He announced it to his troops in a fervor, "Look up and take heart, their is a god that has graced us. Do you wish to loose this fight before our god. Fight, prove your honor and might. Prove it before our god!" He drew a blade from one of the Volkrim standing next to him and raised it toward the dragon. "Ho'nara Drakona so'kal!" Honor the god before us in the old Volkrim tongue.
The troops seemed to gain a new kind of strength. As their main formation clashed with the enemy they hit harder and faster. They protected each other from enemy attacks more proficiently on the front line. Archer's shots became slightly more accurate and faster. The appearance of the Dragon made the Nokari gain a religous fervor. Shieldless Nokari widened their formation and the fighting that ensued was chaotic and wild.
Owa joined the fray. His injury no longer existed to him. He joined the front line and began to cut down troops with sufficient cruelty. A couple of Volkrim with shields and spears protected his flanks allowing him to only worry about the foes in front of him.
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Post by Grand General Sinn on Jul 9, 2015 10:32:27 GMT -8
"We will wait for no arrow. As a child of Amun Ra has made it's appearance, so shall we" Sinn shouted to his men upon seeing the dragon.
Like the Nokari, The Phoenix State looked upon dragons as divine beasts of the gods. Sinn would take his right hand and pound it on his breastplate. As he did, the shielded soldiers behind him would do the same and let out mighty shout everytime they did.
The soldiers would begin to move forward, falling into position as they exited the narrow path. As soon as the last soldier exited the opening, Sinn would begin orders, but this time yelling them.
"Frontline Archers, if it isn't our ally, kill it. The rest of you, when we reach one hundred yards, show them why we are the Grand Army!"
A second later, an arrow hit the ground in front of Sinn. It was fron their archers on the ridge. All the more reason to march into the battle.
On the ridges, where the two teams of archers were, plans were being made. Obviously they decided on attacking. The four archers began to shoot anything within their range from the confines on the ridge and it's multiple hiding spots.
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Registered: May 4, 2024 19:43:16 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2015 11:16:05 GMT -8
Some of the Volkrim along the ridges sniffed out the archers trying to take a higher position than them. They sounded the alert quietly. They were using a common tactic of the Nokari: pretend not to notice the enemy sneaking up on you. When they move in for the strike show that it is you that has the advantage. One of the Volkrim archers, however, howled in a tone that meant ambush.
Owa knew instantly what the howl meant. The other soldiers he had been smelling were on the attack. If the archers were the ones signaling then they were probably first on the hit list. Owa ordered his men back into formation. Skirmishers withdrew behind the main formation and Owa ordered them up the ridges. The skirmishers, fast and agile, would make it to the archers and over the ridge when needed. The battle had became harder but thanks to that early warning they still had a chance.
Owa picked up a shield from a fallen ally. Sword and board, been awhile since I had to use this style. He helped reform a phalanx on the front line with himself at its center.
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Zatch Morandac
Established
I will be gone for the next week to set up a boy scout camp. Sorry
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 22
Physical Description: Zatch has a bit of a broad face, though still quite handsome. He has long golden hair that is tied up in a low ponytail in the back. He has piercing pale blue eyes and a healed scar on his right cheek, though is slight darker then the rest of his face. He is 6"5' and weighs roughly 200-210 lb. His body is quite muscular, but not bulging, and toned from his training with his father. From this though, it had gotten a layer of calluses all over his body from the training his endured.
Clothes and Equipment: Normal clothes: A green button down shirt with with a black vest. He wears a brownish pants made to be very durable. He uses a bow as well, which he uses more frequently when he isn't in his armor. This is because his armor doesn't allow much mobility with the bow. He will also have either a short sword or a dirk with him in case any combat gets too close to use the bow.
Armor: He has a sliver-ish white body plates and leg plates with golden trimmings. The shoulders have large curved shoulder guards since he prefers dual swords then to the shield, though still dons on on his back in case one of his swords are lost in battle for any number of reasons.
In the leather satchel: He has rope, throwing knives, a water bag and some food along with his regular clothes when he is traveling and wearing his armor. He also carries two spell books: One for Fire spells and one for light spells and healing.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 16:49:26 GMT -8
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Post by Zatch Morandac on Jul 9, 2015 12:51:39 GMT -8
He looked up to the sound of wings flapping. "A dragon...Sweet Lady.." The battle cry detracted him looking enough for him to see the charge. He quickly moved out of the way, far enough to no be Too much of a target. He starting thinking for a plan of attack he could do. His men needed him and there were far to many beast men to get back to his man. He would be overwhelmed by the numbers. If he tried to attack from behind, He would possible get a few killed before they ganged up on him. He could use Hell's Punishment to wipe out most of his most of the enemy's forces, but he had never used it and had a rough idea of the outcome of it. In his book, it only would only cause a massive amount of bodily stress on the user. At the moment, I guessed that would be good enough. He just hoped none of his comrades were within the crowd of enemy's at the time of the attack. He hoped this worked.
He sheathed his white steel long sword and pulled out his steel long sword, it's orange runes glowing a faint hue. He moved his blade up towards the skies. He started to chant aloud in an language of old. His blade started to grow a bit in color, making it slowly be enveloped in a light aura of orange.
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Post by Grand General Sinn on Jul 9, 2015 14:26:02 GMT -8
The Volkrim that made a howl had placed a target on itself. In the midst of the howl, one of the Grand Army archers on the ridge would plant an arrow into it's neck. With a quick shot, the elfin archers would continue to move at the tops of the ridge, holding the higher ground, being that there was nothing higher than them. Even so, they knew to remain on alert due to the Volkrim losing it's life. If the enemy paid attention, they'd find a Phoenix stamped on the arrowhead.
As for the soldiers on the ground, they would continue forward. Their flags would blow in the wind, having no plans to lower them. Formations continued and anything an archer could shoot, it would.
Sinn would continue orders, "Watch the ridges! We can't afford to be flanked! On my orders, be prepared to engage! Glaives and Pikemen, file in behind our archers. When we are in range, Archers fall back to the rear and cover the ridge. When it's clear, move to the ridges and claim the high ground. Glaives and Pikemen, you'll reach through the shields. Use your weapons to scare them back or kill them. Glaives, once we break their front line, bust them up and divide them. Once you are inside their lines, sword and shields will fully engage. If anyone gets in your way, accidents happen.
Anyone with medica training, once we're through, begin treating the wounded. If it is an enemy, make sure they survive. We need some prisoners for information."
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Zatch Morandac
Established
I will be gone for the next week to set up a boy scout camp. Sorry
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 22
Physical Description: Zatch has a bit of a broad face, though still quite handsome. He has long golden hair that is tied up in a low ponytail in the back. He has piercing pale blue eyes and a healed scar on his right cheek, though is slight darker then the rest of his face. He is 6"5' and weighs roughly 200-210 lb. His body is quite muscular, but not bulging, and toned from his training with his father. From this though, it had gotten a layer of calluses all over his body from the training his endured.
Clothes and Equipment: Normal clothes: A green button down shirt with with a black vest. He wears a brownish pants made to be very durable. He uses a bow as well, which he uses more frequently when he isn't in his armor. This is because his armor doesn't allow much mobility with the bow. He will also have either a short sword or a dirk with him in case any combat gets too close to use the bow.
Armor: He has a sliver-ish white body plates and leg plates with golden trimmings. The shoulders have large curved shoulder guards since he prefers dual swords then to the shield, though still dons on on his back in case one of his swords are lost in battle for any number of reasons.
In the leather satchel: He has rope, throwing knives, a water bag and some food along with his regular clothes when he is traveling and wearing his armor. He also carries two spell books: One for Fire spells and one for light spells and healing.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 16:49:26 GMT -8
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Post by Zatch Morandac on Jul 9, 2015 15:29:26 GMT -8
As he continued the chant, his confidence in this going to work grew. He could feel the warmth radiating from the blade as it continued into deepen in its orange arua. He could start to feel the deep rumbling in the earth, though faint.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jul 9, 2015 17:24:07 GMT -8
Ildesias sighed, having blown the sudden woman away and all-but wasted his spell. In order to protect himself, he had ruined his chances of forcing an avalanche down upon the enemy and now that both forces were engaged in hand-to-hand, it was far too dangerous to try a second time. He silently cursed himself, watching as his soldiers were slowly picked off and pushed back.
It wasn't until the dragon appeared that things seemed to change. General Sinn suddenly revealed himself with reinforcements, while both his allies and the enemy seemed to be gaining fervour. The fighting suddenly intensified and as the Phoenix State soldiers moved up, he decided to join them. Ildesias drew his long, magnificent blade and took to a run; a single arrow from an enemy deflected with a flick of his sword just before it could pierce his throat.
A few minutes later, he had joined the front and began to fight. Within seconds, he had killed his first enemy.
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Beserk
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Registered: Jun 25, 2015 3:30:38 GMT -8
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Post by Beserk on Jul 9, 2015 17:27:19 GMT -8
Beserk looked up, the bowl of fire catching his attention. Where had that come from? Still, it was a dangerous thing and he knew he would have to move. So as the bowl tipped and the fire came spilling down, Beserk took a huge leap back to avoid the area of impact kept his sword at the ready, expecting yet another attack from the winged figure.
"You would use fire against a Draxis? We are resistant to the flames; you cannot harm us with such things."
The fire had hit several fighting soldiers on both sides, however; burning them alive.
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Archangel Erik
Committed
Mortal body is deceased, His Spiritual presence is back where it belongs.
Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 19:41:24 GMT -8
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Post by Archangel Erik on Jul 9, 2015 17:56:23 GMT -8
He looked at him and scowled, annoyed that this hadn't worked. He gritted his teeth and launched at him, first running before his wings unfolded, making him gain a burst of speed and air. He put his holy dagger away and gripped his Celestial broadsword in both hands. He rushed past him, swinging his sword up at his chest using his enhanced strength. He was hoping to disarm him, knocking it out of his hands or cutting it and part of his chest and arm. He swooped up before the wings disappeared, making him fall a short distance down. While falling, he swung his blade down onto him.
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Post by Grand General Sinn on Jul 9, 2015 17:58:04 GMT -8
Sinn began to focus his mind, searching for his Basilisk. He would find what he was looking for in seconds, as the beast far below him. He stick his arms straight out and focus a black energy around his hands that made his black armored gloves glow.
The ground would shake a bit under the feet of Sinn and that was it. In full strut, a sword would burst from the ground, sending chunks of rock and snow into the air. With his right hand, Sinn would take hold of this sword. The same methods would happen as a black shield with silver linings that was half the size of a Teutonic shield. On the front of the shield was the symbol of The Phoenix State.
With this, he was signaling to the company it was nearing that time. The archers were half way done with their part of the march and the pikemen and glaives were to prepare. When their time came, they would be a sturdy wall with long rang weapons continuously jabbing through. The Phoenix State Grand Army marched in fiercely, confidence and a life of training taught them that hesitation could cost them their life.
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Beserk
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Roleplay posts: 11
Registered: Jun 25, 2015 3:30:38 GMT -8
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Post by Beserk on Jul 9, 2015 18:17:34 GMT -8
"Outsider, this battle must come to an end," Beserk decided, watching as the Archangel began his run. Beserk matched it, pushing a soldier aside and gripping his sword in both hands as he launched into a sprint against Erik. Beserk had an idea what was going to happen; a preconception about what Erik planned to do while moving at such high speeds. In addition, Beserk knew how to match it. Beat it.
And so, when Erik used his wings to lunge through the air, bringing his sword to bear against Beserk's chest, the skull-masked man pushed against one foot and slid down into the snow; all the while bringing his blade across in the opposite direction. As such, as the archangel passed by, he would find his sword passing over Beserk's head - with Beserk's own sword under the angel's own weapon. As the two collided at high speed, Beserk's blade aimed to find its mark by cutting the angel clean through the gut while he was unable to protect himself.
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Archangel Erik
Committed
Mortal body is deceased, His Spiritual presence is back where it belongs.
Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 19:41:24 GMT -8
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Post by Archangel Erik on Jul 9, 2015 18:42:09 GMT -8
As he flew past him and looked at him as he ducked down and slid under him aiming the cut to his stomach. He felt the hit to the stomach and was slammed to the side. He flipped and slid a bit on to the ground. He held his stomach and winced before removing it to see the damage done. He found that the metal that lined his robes that was previous mentioned, taking the brunt of the hit, though it was not a bit bent. He stood back up and looked at him.
"I am done with your foolish games, mortal."
He focused onto the man. Using his telekenesis, he moved his hand up and to the side towards the ridge walls, aiming to pick the man up and throw him at the ridge walls.
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Beserk
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Roleplay posts: 11
Registered: Jun 25, 2015 3:30:38 GMT -8
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Post by Beserk on Jul 9, 2015 18:50:21 GMT -8
"I care not who, or what you are," Beserk told the Archangel, standing back up and marching towards him as Erik got back to his feet.
"Only that you are my enemy, and that you will not defeat me. I am Beserk; I am the fury and rage, the sword that splits the very heavens if they go against me!"
As Erik raised his hand to begin his telekinesis, Beserk swung his sword down with speed, precision and strength. If Erik did not avoid it, he would find his arm sailing off into the snow.
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Archangel Erik
Committed
Mortal body is deceased, His Spiritual presence is back where it belongs.
Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 19:41:24 GMT -8
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Post by Archangel Erik on Jul 9, 2015 19:28:19 GMT -8
He watched him still as he struck as him, he slashed as beserk's blade with his own celestial one, making it move to the side. He effectively parried it and deflected that incoming blade with practiced ease. This allowed him to continue his telekenetic attack.
"You lose, human."
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