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Post by Noklest on Apr 9, 2007 15:24:54 GMT -5
Noklest penetrated the North Umberland border with little reguard. There was no government here to care and better yet he would mangle the men that dared to cross into Lucia or even get close. He had no purpose other than the defense and sometimes the offense of Lucia.
The anarchist were driving off in makeshift vechicles that Noklest couldn't keep up with, but those vehicles depend on fuel. Noklest didnt and as the crystals that were his "eyes" switched over so he could follow the trail more precisely. The undead monstrosity knew it woud only be afew hours before he caught up to the perpatrator.
And he ran as fast as possible for those hours...
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Dusk was following and the group had made their camp. Laughing and drinking were apparant as one got closer to the circle of makeshift cars and trucks. Noklest would approach slowly, not daring to give the enemies a chance to run again. There would be a small hiss as magical energy stored in the metal legs and a clank of metal as they released and propelled him 15 feet in the air.
The four men would look at the sound and for one it would be his last sight as the metallic foot tallon drove into his skull and the full weight of Noklest broke it open. A flash of a metallic arm and a man's chest burst open blood spraying across the metal and pale flesh.
Two were fallen without any chance of recovery and the other two scrambled for their weapons. A deafening bang rung out as one pulled and fired a sawed off shotgun. The pellets clanging and deflecting off the magically enchanced metals while some dug deeply into undead flesh. Noklest rushed at this man next, leaping and digging the large toe talons into his chest and riding him to the ground. The man was whineing and gasping audibly at this point so Noklest solved the problem by digging his finger claws into the man's throat and ripping it out.
The last man could be heard crying audibly and scambling around in his truck for something. Noklest strode up as he pulled out a handgun and turned it on himself, rather than face a death dealt by the Golemized Zombie.
Noklest would stand in the middle of the aftermath, slicing off the flesh of the dead and scrap metal to repair the minor damage he had sustained. He wanted to be prepared for another fight, one that could come more quickly than he thought....
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Post by pyro on Apr 9, 2007 18:28:34 GMT -5
Stealing stolen goods. Sounded as if it was a relatively easy, yet it had a strangely large price for its success. Normally, for such a job a lot of time would have to be devoted. But this was not the case, all research had been done, all that was asked was the retrieval of the object. The only way the Hidden Spirit is to identify the object is by the words "Lucian Hierarchy" crudely engraved upon it.
So the Hidden Spirit was instructed to travel to North Umberlands, steal from those that had traded an object for an object and take what was needed by any means necessary.
That was near to six months ago.
The Hidden Spirit was now hidden under a vehicle, using the various parts of the truck to hold himself above the ground, avoiding falling to hit the ground while moving at dangerously high speeds. This tedious task was held out until dusk was almost apparent, when the few vehicles came to a halt, ready to set up camp for the night.
Being hidden under the truck at the front of the group, the Hidden Spirit was behind the members of the camp when he dropped to the ground silently. One man seemed to be wary of something he had seen earlier, so the group sat facing the direction they had came, but the direction he was facing was completely irrelevant within an hour as he was soon drunk and laughing with his two companions.
The Hidden Spirit was by then sat on the other side of the truck, leaning against a tire only lifting his mask to eat the food that had been stolen from the truck, waiting for the anarchists to fall asleep so as to search the trucks, and if the object was not there, bind the trio and interrogate them to find the required location. This would prove to be the easiest solution. If not for the interruption.
The laughing and drinking was interrupted by a metal clang from the side of one vehicle, which was followed by the sickening crunch of a skull and then a shotgun blast, this was followed by the obvious lethal attack on the next victim and the last remaining man jumping into the truck next to the Hidden Spirit, scrambling to find a gun with which to shoot himself. Which he evidently did.
During the obscenity, the Hidden Spirit remained motionless, not daring to make any sign that he was there. Upon it being evident that the one who had accomplished the slaughter with ease was still tampering with the bodies and even scrap metal from within the truck, the Hidden Spirit reached the conclusion that it was an intelligent being that had committed the act. But were they after the object that he was? With a threat to his mission being suddenly possible, there was now a garunteed confrontation.
Stepping silently and slowly around the truck, the Hidden Spirit stopped dead at what he saw. The monstrosity was as obscene as what it had done. Skin on the face seemed to be tight, leaving the teeth bare, much of the body was metal and that seemed to be machinery, while the upper torsos joints sprouting a mesh of shaved dark metal.
Aware that he had probably been noticed by this thing, the Hidden Spirit focused on its movements, expecting a sudden movement that could prove lethal. Being aware that this was no ordinary opponent, no possibility was to be missed in the Hidden Spirits mind.
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Post by Noklest on Apr 10, 2007 13:14:17 GMT -5
The crystal eyes that were hidden behind a metal mesh refocused again. How they didn't register the man before was an oddity, but then again his focus was rather intense, overlooking a small detail wouldn't be too surprising. Still the man wasn't making any obviously aggressive movements and it was doubtful he was actually with the group at all.
"Lucian....or other?..."
The low voice tinged with the grating of metal, emerged from the metallic throat. Noklest trying to judge his foe, and find how frightened he was. Of course the man could very well lie about his allegience, but in that case all Noklest would have to do is take him back to Lucia.
Noklest would crouch down as he awaited his answer. It wasn't a move with any aggressive intent, but it could allow him to leap if he had to. No magical energies would be stored into the golemized legs, not until such an action was required.
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Post by pyro on Apr 10, 2007 13:50:09 GMT -5
Lucian almost naturally sprang from his tongue, but instead it was stemmed. Why ask for the name of ones home country? Was this thing from Lucian or an enemy? Was the question related to the originally intended task? Danger appeared to be paramount, but there would either be the right answer or no answer. The latter would probably be perceived as the wrong answer anyhow.
Upon a moments contemplation, the Hidden Spirit decided that an exception must be made, to show that he is a mage via using his magic, or speak of his national heritage.
Speech it was then. Staring hard at the possible friend or foe, a muffled speech was kept short and to the point. "Lucian." Now for the response, any implication of a hostile movement would mean in hostility being thrown right back. Another question resided with whether or not the answer was believed and what effect it would have.
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Post by Vergil Midway on Apr 10, 2007 18:27:44 GMT -5
As the undead golem began to brutally kill the three men, one of his superiors stood behind a nearby spire cloaked in his own dark magic. The man had been sent to watch over the newly aquired weapons progress in the field. Everything seemed to be going even better then expected until a lone man appeared from out of nowhere. The man shrouded in darkness watched as his golem companion noticed the man and immeadiately asked if he was a Lucian. Any regular person would have been scared to death by the appearance of the golem beast, but it seemed that this man would stay his ground. It took some time for him to finally muster the ability to say that he was from Lucia, which the man in darkness percieved as the truth.
Things would soon get interesting because if Noklest took the man as a hostile enemy there would surely be a fair amount of battle records for the shrouded man to bring back to the emperor, but if not the three anarchists would have to suffice. Not wanting to give himself away quite yet the shrouded man stayed behind the small spire waiting to see how things would play out. 'Though that man may be telling the truth there's no telling what Noklest will think of his voice patterns. Even if he is a Lucian it would be a good oppostunity for me to see Noklest in full form. If this doesn't go hostile willingly I may have to intervene, and that is never any fun.'
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Post by Noklest on Apr 11, 2007 15:30:00 GMT -5
"This one will excourt you to the nearest border house for verification. Should you resist, it will be assumed you are foe and lethal measures will be used...."
The grating metal voice rung out again, the entire monstrosity standing up to it's full height and moving towards the man. Noklest would attempt to grab his arm and lock it behind his back, not in an aggressive manner but one of diginified apprehension. It would seem more like a procedure than an attack.
Should this be allowed Noklest would begin to march the man to the nearest Lucian location, as he said. If the man resisted, the undead golem would prepare itself for a fight.
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Post by pyro on Apr 11, 2007 15:55:42 GMT -5
This provided a problem. If the Hidden Spirit was taken to any such location, he would be identified and his identity revealed. Not something he wanted.
Well, the apparently machine-thing then stood up and began to approach, it had already heard the voice of the Hidden Spirit, might as well hear it again, perhaps the ally could be convinced to not provide escort. "I am here on business. I neither need nor want an escort." with that said, the Hidden Spirit took steps back, raising his right hand to prepare to grip one broadsword.
Now hostility was expected and with that his pulse began to quicken. But the Hidden Spirit began counting his breathing, keeping himself calm and steadied his pulse and movement, ready for a battle. In-two-three-four, out-two-three-four, repeat. A beast far more menacing looking was faced off before adulthood, how dangerous was this thing in comparison to that?
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Post by Vergil Midway on Apr 11, 2007 16:15:44 GMT -5
The shrouded man stood still behind the pillar waiting for the events to unfold when Noklest finally told the mystery man that he would take him to the nearest border house for identification. This was the right thing to do, but the shrouded man wanted to see his new ally in battle. Noklest began his march toward the mystery man when the man said he was there on business and didn't want or need an escort. The man then backed up and grasped the handle of one of his broadswords. It was now time for the shrouded man to come out from his hiding place and issue his orders. Slowly a shadow could be seen slowly making its way toward Noklest. With a slight movement of his hand the darkness around him disappeared and his identity was revealed to the both of them.
It was none other than Vergil Midway, technically tied for but seen as the oldest member of the Lucian hierarchy. He wasn't wearing his hierarchy uniform however and so those that didn't know his face wouldn't know it was him. He stopped on the right side of Noklest and looked at the now hostile enemy. "For not complying with the request from Noklest you are now considered an enemy of Lucia and all it lives for. If you wish to fight you will reseave no mercy what-so-ever." Vergil then gladed at Noklest through the corner of his eye. "I don't have time to deal with rubbish such as this. You are to use full force when attacking. I want to see if you are truly worthy of being called an ally. Now go!" He then took a few steps back and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for the battle to start.
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Post by Noklest on Apr 11, 2007 16:29:37 GMT -5
Noklest was already preparing himself for a fight when a member of the Hierachy gave the order to fight at the highest possible limit, it was a command to be heeded. The undead monstrosity didn't even need to confirm the command before the metallic legs began to glow a dully red color and magical hiss emenated. The legs stored energy momentarily before releasing and launching the beast at his foe with a sharp clang of metal.
The metallic hands were at the ready, both to deflect the blades that the man would inevitably draw and attempt to use, and to rip the skull from his shoulders. Reguardless of if the enemy attacked or not Noklest would attempt to use his toe talons to rip into the foe's chest and possibly bring him down.
It would be a brutal attack and Noklest wasn't about to fail with a direct order to him. It could only give him a further zeal and intensity. One that wouldn't be easily denied.
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Post by pyro on Apr 11, 2007 16:47:28 GMT -5
At first, the Hidden Spirit considered the possibility that he and the monster would go separate ways, but a shadow emerged. which seemed to "unveil" to reveal a man whom was not recognized. but what this man said almost made the Hidden Spirit collapse. He was now an enemy of Lucia, of all it lives for. Impossible, this thing was his superior? Not merely a tool to the Empire? The Hidden Spirit and by proxy (though unknown to anyone else) Vincent Ignis were traitors of one of the few things they truly believed in.
Quickly the Hidden Spirit regained composure, realizing the stakes at hand. His life was in danger, it was his top most priority. Especially since this person, whoever he was, obviously knew this beast was powerful, simply how powerful was the question to be answered.
The metallic legs stored energy, momentarily glowing a dull red, the only assumption was that it would leap, with high velocity. As it surely did, with the same clang of metal heard before. A picture of the crushed skull feet away came to mind, that could not become of this man. It would not. The Hidden Spirit may have to hide, become non-existent for a while, but Vincent Ignis must continue. With a foe perhaps beyond his understanding, the Hidden Spirit may even resort to magic to injure the enemy to get away. But what of this other male? Would he help this being? Unlikely, as he said before, "I don't have time to deal with rubbish such as this."
With the launch all metallic limbs were out-stretched to aid in the attack, or defense of the beast. But the Hidden spirit intended to keep away from it, for as it sprung, he dived completely past the trucks width in time to avoid the attack and landed with a roll, returning to his feet as quickly as possible. For another second, the Hidden Spirit considered fleeing, but then, it had tracked the trucks from astonishing distances. That had to be assumed with the speed this monstrosity appeared to be able to move, for otherwise it would not have made it to the camp at dusk. Much rather, it would have been there earlier.
Now all that could be done was to wait for the next attack, the Hidden Spirit was told there would be no mercy if he fought back. As he saw it, there was no mercy regardless of his actions now. He was considered enemy of Lucia, but no matter, he would fight this thing as an individual enemy. Not as a thing connected to Lucia, for the Hidden Spirits loyalties would still lay there regardless of how it saw him.
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Post by Vergil Midway on Apr 11, 2007 19:27:28 GMT -5
As Vergil had ordered Noklest got ready to attack the enemy soldier. All of his limbs began to glow with a strange red glow as he charged up for a powerful leaping attack. When Noklest was finally finished with the charge-up it leapt at the mystery man with all of its limbs in front of its body ready for attacking and defense. The attack was quick and precise, but the mystery man had just enough time to dodge out of the way of the attack. Vergil could tell that he was contemplating on what to do next, but it seemed he knew that running was futile. The man just stood there waiting for the next attack to come, and Vergil noticed that earlier, before Noklest had attacked, the man had lost quite a bit of his focus.
This had happened after Vergil had appeared and told him that he was an enemy of Lucia and her principles. It was almost as if the man couldn't believe that Vergil had the power to say such a thing or order around such a powerful being. 'This isn't just some random Lucian rabble after all. Maybe he didn't want to be taken for identification because this is some sort of hidden identity of a soldier of Lucia, but if so then who? He obviously isn't one of the hierarchy because he wouldn't be surprised by my words so he is of a lower rank, but how much lower? I'll have to watch his fighting style closely to see if he has any distiguishable fighting stances or magic. We don't need one of our own running around as a terrorist.'
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Post by Noklest on Apr 12, 2007 11:06:19 GMT -5
Noklest followed the man's movement, twisting his body mid air just before hitting the ground hard. There would be a hard thump then the scraping of metal against the barren rock and dirt. A large plume of dust erupting upwards and shrouding the surrounding area. There would be a small magical discharge as Noklest adjusted his sight to see through the dust more easily.
Noklest focused in on his enemy, charging forwards through the dust. The steady metal stomping as he ran was predictable untill just before he left the dustcloud. Then it changed to an odd rolling sound. It would be an odd and sudden change. But the reason would become apparant as Noklest burst through the edge of the cloud rolling in a ball.
It was obvious that Noklest wasn't entirely designed with the manuever, but had adapted himself to it. Noklest would roll at his foe and once within afew feet he would explode outwards. His clawed feet and hands slashing out in blurred arcs as it came to it's feet. Noklest would look for his foe as soon as he got to his feet ready to give chase.
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Post by pyro on Apr 12, 2007 12:22:09 GMT -5
At first thought, it seemed this thing was outright predictable. A hiss signified another release of some form of energy build up, then the steady thumping on the ground clearly marking that it was running. But that changed, the second before bursting through the dust cloud, the stomping stopped to be replaced by a more consistent sound, and the Hidden Spirits enemy rolling instead of running.
The Hidden Spirit decided that it could easily be avoided f he waited until it was a few feet away, but that was too risky with there being the risk of the unpredictability factor. The Hidden Spirit ran to the side of the truck, jumping and gripping the top to pull himself up quickly. The result was another very narrow miss. The monster had exploded out of the ball to lunge what looked like a frantic attack, but had once again been unlucky. This time however, laying on top of the truck the Hidden Spirit decided enough was enough. He got to his feet, crouching, almost ball-like himself and silently gripped both broadswords. He would again wait for an attack, but this time there would be a retaliatory assault.
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Post by Noklest on Apr 13, 2007 13:52:10 GMT -5
Noklest would have smirked had he the lips to do so. While not the best outcome, it was the one he was expecting. Noklest's vision focusing in on his foe as he jumped and dodged once more. This would be the best opprotunity the monstrosity had thus far and Noklest knew it.
The golem didn't bother to charge it's limbs, leaping directly at his foe and using his clawed feet to tear and climb at the side of the truck. His hands and arms lashing forwards at his foes lower limbs. Noklest wasn't about to kill his foe just yet, such a thing would be too difficult at this point.
Noklest was going to try to take away his manueverability.
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Post by pyro on Apr 13, 2007 14:55:41 GMT -5
The vicious beast of a thing hadn't dropped to the ground as the Hidden Spirit was half-hoping, but rather began to climb up the side of the truck, tearing it to shreds in the process. This did give a few precious seconds to make a few logical conclusions with regards to the observer and opponent.
Firstly, this hideous beast that seemed intent on having the Hidden Spirits head. Seemingly fast only when it leapt or ran, otherwise it wasn't really the fastest thing in creation, despite that, this thing was surprisingly maneuverable. It was intelligent, attempting to surprise, using the unexpected to its advantage. Also, it obviously knew how to hurt its foes and who its allies were. Perhaps it could make an unfortunate mistake...
Secondly, what about this other man. He was obviously from Lucia and in a position of power. Something relatively high, there was no doubt about that, the hierarchy perhaps? It seemed likely; he had used magic to hide within the shadows. But if that was the case, the chance of the Hidden Spirits identity being found out just sky-rocketed, one false move to reveal something and it could be connected to Vincent Ignis.
The opponent quickly made it to the top of the truck, instantly trying to cause serious injury again, except this time the attacks were more directed toward the legs. Apparently, it didn't like the Hidden Spirit moving so much. Backing of quickly enough to remain out of reach, drawing close to the edge of the roofs top, the left broad sword was unsheathed and a strike used to knock the monsters claws to the side while the right broadsword was used to swipe at the jaw, in an attempt to completely detach it. The action was synchronized to make sure that the hands were away with minimal time delay between the claws being knocked aside and the swipe. It would be followed by a jump backwards of the truck and several steps further backward, walking at angle to edge closer to the stranger.
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Post by Noklest on Apr 13, 2007 20:32:50 GMT -5
Noklest let out an annoyed growl as he felt a his hand clank against the broadsword. There was a benefit in this, for it had just become a battle of strength and endurance, instead of speed and wits. Noklest's strength would hold steady as he gripped the broadsword. The hand would glow a soft red from underneath the shredding dead flesh as the golemized parts began to gather more power and grip. Noklest was going to make his enemy either partially immobile or lose a weapon.
The other broadsword swipe would land as intended, the lower jaw being cleft after some sparks and the sound of metal against metal. At the end of the blow the jaw would be hanging on by a strip of sinewy flesh and dangling uselessly. The blow would have been devastating, had Noklest not been undead. Still it was a useful one, because now he couldn't simply rip out his opponents throat with his teeth.
At this point Noklest would use his remaining hand to lash out at his foe while pulling on the broadsword he had a grip on. Noklests attack with his free hand would be slower than before, but the reasoning behind it wouldn't be immediately apparant.
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Post by pyro on Apr 14, 2007 19:05:17 GMT -5
The attempt to back away after striking had been hindered; the broadsword had been gripped by a metal claw. The intended attack succeeded however, and was accompanied with a surprise and conclusion. The surprise was that the beast appeared to feel nothing; the conclusion was that in order to defeat it, things would have to be completely removed. Also, as the grip was secured on the broadsword, the hand emanated a red glow, indicating the apparent build up of energy. The Hidden Spirit had some knowledge of mechanics, including the fact that sources of artificial light were usually easy to spot. This thing probably used magic, so was a mix of flesh and metal, no machinery involved.
Then there was a tug on the broadsword, at first there was some resistance, but the oncoming attack was spotted, so the sword was released. The sudden backlash enough to avoid injury, although despite the lesser speed, tears were made through the shirt.
Being suddenly free of the hold, the Hidden Spirit used the momentum from the recoil to roll of the truck, landing securely on his feet and stepping backwards, eyes locked on the nearly jawless opponent.
Thoughts rang with a question again, as the speed of the previous attack was noted. Why had it been slower? With the predictable resistance made, a serious injury could have resulted. But then, in order to use magic as the foe supposedly did, energy was needed. Was energy being expended to quickly?
As he stopped walking backward, the Hidden Spirit was struck with an idea, which he immediately spoke of toward the stranger, with the gaze still focused firmly on the opponent. "If this foul, worthless tool does not stand down, the fires of eternal damnation will be unable to match up to what I will unleash on it. However, I do have an alternate proposition." He sounded sure of himself, but not hiding the feeling of shame in his voice. He was still painfully aware of the fact that he had become a traitor of Lucia and that he was walking across a very thin line. With that in mind, he decided to wait for a small moment for a response, but regardless of receiving one or not, he would make the proposition.
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Post by Vergil Midway on Apr 18, 2007 15:45:28 GMT -5
As the fight continued into a cat and mouse battle, Vergil stayed in place watching the movements of the warrior. It was obvious to Vergil that the man wasn't fighting because he was afraid that his identity would be revealed if he showed off too many of his abilities. Noklest kept chasing the man down, slashing at him and barely missing everytime. Finally Noklest seemed to have the upper hand. The man took out both of his swords and slashed almost in unison at Noklest. One of the swords Noklest grasped with his clawed hand and the other nearly cleaved his jaw right off. The man then had no choice but to let go of the weapon if he wanted to evade Noklest's attack, which seemed to be strangely slow.
The man rolled off of the truck and landed on his feet. He began to slowly walk backward until he stopped and seemed to be talking to Vergil. The man blatently stated that if Noklest didn't stand down not even the fires of hell would compare to what he would to do it. Vergil didn't smile or even let out a laugh at the almost hilarious statement. He started walking so that the masked man and Noklest could both plainly see him. When he stopped he looked at Noklest and then the man. "You really think that this battle is on your side, don't you? I will admit that you have some skill in the art of combat, but you truly have no clue what this beast is capable of do you?" Vergil then shook his head before looking back at Noklest with a slight glimmer in his eye.
Still looking at Noklest, Vergil started talking to the man again. "I really don't feel like telling you information that is classified as of now, but I will let you experience things first hand." After Vergil had finished his sentence, his hands were quickly surrounded by clouds of darkness. As he held his hands in front of him a black orb formed inbetween his cupped hands. He then held it with his right hand and looked at the masked man. "Let me show you what happens when I attack my ally with my dark magic. It really is a sight to behold." He then launched the large, dense orb of darkness at Nokest's chest area. After he was doen he backed away and waited for the fight to get even more heated. "I don't negotiate with worms like you. I hope that you'll remember this if you live."
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Post by pyro on Apr 19, 2007 13:29:35 GMT -5
'Screw it. Incinerate the son of a -'
The reply wasn't quite as much of a shock as when the man first spoke and but it still gave reason for worry when it interrupted the flow of thought. What was this thing capable of? Whatever it was capable of; it was being led by the highest members of the hierarchy. Classified information gave a hint, the dark orb confirmed it.
As the orb was thrown into the, apparently better of the two, the broadsword was sheathed, while a response was made, "Diddums. It's about time this fight came to end; looking at a jawless adversary gets boring." The response was accompanied by rage that was focused solely on this being that would, without a doubt, be given an advantage through the dark magic. If it had never come into creation, however it did; this masked man would not be a traitor of Lucia, he wouldn't be fighting for his life.
ooc: short, sorry
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Post by Noklest on Apr 27, 2007 22:53:34 GMT -5
Noklest gave a short pause as his superior spoke with his foe. It seemed the intial direction to destroy would be reinstated and more importantly a ball of Negative Energy would be thrown into the mix. The ball hit and was absorbed by the undead flesh. Red black arcs of electricty jumped over the metal and wound through the dead blood.
A second later the Golemized mechanics of Noklest's entire body glowed faintly red black. It seemed something had happened to the beast. It became apparant as Noklest threw the broadsword in his hand with full strength at the feet of the man that was his foe. The speed was incredible and also showed why the earlier attack was so slow, the blade was lengthened and disfigured by the pressure, a useless peice likely to break if it struck anything.
Noklest made the weapon useless.
That was nothing to what was happening directly after the blow. Noklest jumped down from the truck as soon as the ruined blade as thrown, thrusting his arms into the vehicle and with an audible sound, lifting it over his head. The negative energies enchancing his deadflesh and thus enchancing the golem machinery that fed off his undeath.
Noklest would growl as he threw the car at his foe. The effort would be immense, but the toss would be worth it. Noklest would follow the vehicle afew seconds after it was thrown, prepared to leap on and over it, just incase his foe managed to dodge this attack as well.
OOC: Sorry for the extreme Delay.
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