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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jun 25, 2010 16:59:05 GMT -5
OOC- Yeah we're doing a fight topic. There's spoilers for the future of plots and stuff, so we'll say this takes place waaaay ahead of now.
BIC-
Yoshimitsu's feet touched the ground as his jet boots faded away, grass crumpling beneath his weight and the gentle breeze ruffling his sapphire hair. The area around him was calm and quiet, a field with the occasional tree under the moonlight, grass and leaves rustling slightly in the wind. The blue haired boy slipped his sunglasses from his face and hooked them into his v-neck on his white t-shirt. He had stopped taking inventory for a while ago.
This was going to be an experience. The call came unexpectedly, Vincent asking about a bounty. The conversation was normal, until the black haired boy had asked Yoshimitsu's assistance. Slightly surprised, Yoshimitsu agreed. This was the first time Vincent had put such a proposition forward, asked for help with anything. Vincent could do anything himself, fight any battle and come out on top. Yoshimitsu knew, he just knew that Vincent wanted to fight alongside him again. It was one of those rare moments that Vincent showed how much he missed Yoshimitsu. The Light warrior would take that. Any day.
Barely minutes later Vincent came to a halt, spiritual limbs disappearing as he stood up straight. The dark haired boy was still obscuring his vision, but somehow that made him a better fighter. He was sensing things rather than seeing them. Yoshimitsu knew that onlookers would not be able to tell that Vincent's eyesight was obscured.
"Hey Vincent," Yoshimitsu greeted, his voice cheerful yet cautious.
"Hey Yoshimitsu," Vincent replied.
"You sure this is the place?"
"Yeah. A few people said that they were spotted running this way," Vincent answered. "They've gotta go through us."
"What about-?"
"He's on his way," Vincent answered the question before it was finished. He knew what it would be.
"Okay, cool. I guess we just wait now, then?" Yoshimitsu asked, moving to sit, cross-legged, on the floor.
"Yeah."
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Post by October on Jun 25, 2010 19:07:55 GMT -5
Running, running, always running. It was never any different. Still, Roswell mused on-balance, it had to be done. It was this or death.
Roswell Azshard was a wanted man. He and his two accomplices were on the run from their very world. Chased by a man who would not, and indeed could not die, their only hope was to escape him for long enough to be lost entirely.
Roswell's shoulder length black hair fanned out behind him as they ran. He was effectively the leader of the trio, and yet it was he who had made the fatal mistake, allowing them to be spotted in the town by Raubahn. Since then they'd covered fifty miles, but they wouldn't dare stop in less than a hundred.
It was difficult for him to hide; his azure blue clothing was very distinctive, and yet he could not simply remove it, for it was integral to his continued sanity. Therefore they relied on being in palces ahead of news of them, and never stayed too long in one city.
Two steps behind him ran Ryene Kitei, long-time friend and invaluable ally. A graduate of the Order of Red Mages, schooled by Rainemard himself, Ryene was invaluable in battle, often holding the other two up as they continued to fight. He held onto his red hat to his head with his left as he ran, too proud to take it off, the blade Murgleis readied in his right.
The final member of the trio did not run, but was carried. riding on the back of an enormous purple wolf that exuded power. She sat side-saddle, lost in thought. She was pondering where they could stay tonight. Beneath her, Fenrir kept pace with the two running men, leaving no tracks. She was Lillitia Rhade, former High Summoner of the Empire of Aht Urghan gone errant, run off with its greatest treasure, the Staff Nirvana clutched in her hand. She has also taken the blade Tizona, wielded now by Roswell.
Ryene's eyes spotted the duo sitting in the middle of their road first, a quick hand motion signalled the other two to slow down. Lillitia dismissed Fenrir and proceeded on foot toward the duo, faces devoid of emotion, and on guard.
The trio attempted to pass by without conversation; rarely did they speak with others unless absolutely necessary. It was none of their business what these strangers were doing in the middle of nowhere; they had only slowed down so as not to look suspicious (and indeed show off Lillitia's summoning prowess).
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jun 25, 2010 21:57:11 GMT -5
"A summoner, huh?" Yoshimitsu asked.
"Summoner, red mage and blue mage. Standard magic party, as far as I'm concerned," Vincent replied.
"Wouldn't exactly be great to under-estimate them though," Yoshimitsu countered, grinning. It was almost like old times, except for the massive exceptions. Vincent's voice was more impassive, his stance rigid.
"Guess we'll have to stop them somehow," Yoshimitsu continued.
"Not a problem," Vincent replied, the ghost of a smile on his face. "Don't look up."
Of course, Yoshimitsu did look up. Just in time for a blinding white light to strike down. Momentarily blinded, he missed the lightning bolt that struck the ground either side of the pair. The sudden rush of electricity caused the ground to ignite in a line, extending either side of the pair and causing a wall that blocked the incoming trio. Short of teleportation, nothing could get past.
"Sorry, but we have business with you," Vincent stated as a third figure appeared with them. The third figure was roughly the same size, ice blond hair and a mostly human attire. The only real difference was his eyes. Black, with a blue pupil. He was not human. That much was obvious.
"Araini," Yoshimitsu breathed,
"Perfect timing, as always," Vincent said.
"Of course. You asked my assistance," Araini replied. "Why wouldn't I appear?"
"Naturally," Yoshimitsu said, rolling his eyes. "Let's do this."
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Post by October on Jun 26, 2010 7:52:28 GMT -5
Roswell took the lead, acting as spokesperson for the three, while Ryene analysed the magic that had flared up before them.
"Evocation type. Can't be dispelled." the Red Mage murmured to Lillitia, who nodded and closed her eyes, hands cupped to her chest, faint sparks of green and purple lightning flickering across her body. She held the summoning spell within her, ready to let it go if combat struck out. Ryene tensed his hand around Murgleis and checked his standard warding spells were still in effect. Then they both looked to their leader for direction.
Roswell addressed the people before him, speaking dismissively, barely even bothering to look at them, lest they remember his face.
"If you're highwaymen looking for an easy mark, you'll not find it in us. Anything else, I can't imagine. You should have no reason to need us. Step aside."
But this was merely a formality. From the intent in the others' eyes, Roswell knew that they wouldn't just be given passage. There was an intent here, though what it was, at the minute eluded him. Tizona's azure-jewelled grip vibrated softly in his grip, as a response to the latent magic in the area. Tizona reacted to magical energies by drawing them into itself and giving the power to Roswell; it did the same to anyone it cut, siphoning their magical power and supplying it to its master.
The Blue Mage recalled an image of a foe he fought outside of his home city, the ward of Al Zahbi. It was a small, dragonlike creature, vibrant red and moving on swift wings. One particular technique of this creature was useful to him now. From deep within himself came a blinding flash of blue energy, and when it cleared, there were five Roswells standing shoulder to shoulder. The copies were indistinguishable from the original in every way, and although the they would be unable to deal any damage to foes, they were substantial enough to take a hit each for the mage. All five spoke at once.
"We have no quarrel with you. But if you stand in our way, you will be cut down."
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jul 1, 2010 16:16:06 GMT -5
"Blah blah blah," Yoshimitsu said in a childish voice, the Bahamut Blade forming in his hand. "Why do you always gotta pick the wordy ones, Vince?"
"Natural attraction to intellectuals," Vincent replied, shrugging.
"So how do you explain me then?" Yoshimitsu asked.
"You're intellectual. You just don't show it as much," Vincent answered, a smile dancing around his lips.
"Yeah yeah, whatever."
Yoshimitsu shot forwards as Araini jumped back. The mage clapped his hands together, briefly concentrating to cast. With a quick jesture, he pointed his palm at his ally. The air around Yoshimitsu seemed to distort, giving the boy a blurred appearence for a moment before receeding and leaving him covered in a crimson glow. The blue haired warrior was little more than a blur. Just as he was about to strike the nearest Roswell, he vanished completely. Almost too fast for the eye to see, he shot along the line of enemy mages and launched a single strike against each one.
Vincent moved as soon as Yoshimitsu had passed the mages. Again, Araini began to cast. Another gesture and a golden light swirled and spiralled around the dark warrior like a firefly. The black haired teenager felt his strength increase immediately and jumped, his sword materialising in his hand as he moved. The blade was different to Yoshimitsu's, more like an elongated bat wing in design. He pointed the tip downward and thrust the weapon into the ground upon landing. Instantly, pyres of black and blue erupted upward like volcanoes, firing Darkness from beneath their enemies.
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Post by October on Jul 1, 2010 21:20:19 GMT -5
As Yoshimitsu cut through the fourth Roswell, he would've felt a sudden resistance, as though striking his blade against a cliff-face. This was a technique Roswell had learned from the Trolls of Halvung, and it made his skin as hard as diamonds. It cost a lot to keep it up, though.
Nontheless, it served him well, parrying the blow. He reacted immediately, bringing to mind two images. First, as Vincent was soaring through the air, that of an undead abomination he had encountered deep within Arrapago Reef. He let out a wail, a scream filled with magic that hastened the movements of his allies, allowing he and Ryene to dive aside from the subterranean assault.
His second spell was taken from the Wyverns of Riverne - he exhaled, a searing hot white jet of flame erupting from his lips, magical fire, that, if it touched a person, dulled their reactions and rendered them unable to concentrate on all but the simplest of spells. This radiant breath, he directed at the enemy group's mage, hoping to remove that particular problem from the picture for a while.
Lillitia released her summoning spell and leapt into the air, the avatar of nightmares, Diabolos, erupting from a magic circle beheath her and catching her in his arms, carryng her away from the darkness below. after depositing Lillitia safely aside, Diabolos turned to Vincent and dived at him, lashing out with sharp claws.
Ryene leapt for Yoshimitsu, Murgleis stabbing for the warrior's neck, searing red fire roaring about the blade. At the same time he cast a spell, a simple conjuration designed to root the target to the spot, tripping them as they attempt to evade and fall instead.
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