Post by Amika on Nov 15, 2018 22:15:45 GMT -8
Monet Vargo:
----Battle Start. Intros + 2 Paras. Non Death Match----
Mordred Vargo:
would step from nothing into something into the center of the arena. He would be methodical in his preparation. The arena had dimensions 's both vertical and horizontal. Beneath him were the bones of his defeated. Now though he stood across from what should have been his disciple. A friend. A friend, that challenged him. This would not be pretty for Amika. He would not kill her. He had retired and all Tyran knew and that is why some felt emboldened to now test King Vargo. Again and as always he was assumed to be simply dressed and without weapon. He had fed, and the sun had died. He was at the height of his ability, and the lone advantage if such rules applied in the Arena was that he knew Amika's true name. He would stretch, and roll his neck and shoulder's, this would be a lesson....(edited)
Mordred Vargo:
(intro)
Amika:
Amika appeared in the area in a fury of fire and ash. Flames rippled from her form as the demon stood. Looking to Mordred. “I will no longer be the butt of everyone’s jokes. I will not be the damsel in distress any longer. I will be who I want to be and damned be who says different” Purple swirls looked to the man in front of her. “You are my friend. And as my friend you knew better than to call me names. Friends don't do that….I don't do that…” she summoned her sword into her hand. The same one that Baracus gave her. Standing at the ready. “This...is for my honor. I won't be a doormat any longer.” (Intro)
Mordred Vargo:
's demeanor shifted. What had he told Monet the night prior, no weapon formed against him would prosper. When would they learn. Then she (Amika) allowed herself to become even more emotional, and whine about friendship to the boogeyman. Stupid child, Mordred truly never cared for ANYONE but Monet. Their friendship be damned as he launched into his primary assault. "You would speak about testing honor to me..." He stalked directly, slow and pointedly to where the image of Amika had first shown herself. His concern not of her flames, she who had shown him to the gates of hell. He forced the aura of entropy that clung to him to flare outward some thirty yards. The aura would weaken and sap the strength of those caught in the area affect ability if they were composed of physical composition. He would continue his advance upon his prodigy then and curse her down using her true name. With his right hand he would seem to drag from the atmosphere and coalesce together a mass of inky darkness and contain it within his palm. He shaped the darkness into a lash. Something a parent would use on a child.(c)(edited)
Mordred Vargo:
_would attempt to force Amika initially to resist his aura, while using her true name, how it affected her now after her return from the void he had no idea but would test the result. The rope of entropic energy that he had formed , he ran his hand along the length of it and licked his lips. "Forgive me..." She had allowed him the first momentum of their conflict. He rushed her directly head on while drawing the lash back attempting to entangle her legs. This was done while again he chanted a curse at her. The curse itself was the true attack. The aura was to weaken, The lash to entangle and shame, the curse though was one that tore from the ether a spectral wraith in the form of her child dawn. Mordred knew Amika and would attempt to whip her in front of an image of her child, teaching her true shame for testing him. The spectral cursed image of her daughter would begin to plead, "why mommy..." Then race towards Amika her tiny spectral claws seeking her mother's throat._Amika would be assaulted on all levels and for Mordred this was personal.(edited)
Amika:
Watched as he stocked closer to her. The Aura he sent flared outwards and she felt its power. It waned her own but she resisted its strength. It was a powerful feeling. The feeling of strength being pulled away. But she would prevail and then, perhaps learn of the technique herself at a later date. She shouted out, Channeling her own power as the lash appeared in his hand. He used her name. She felt its tug, but for the first time…..she resisted it. She resisted the call. “No.” she stated simply. Flames rippled about her form still. Never wavering. Purple eyes, glew brightly from within the wall around her.
Then he spoke, "Forgive me..." Then he came onto her. The lash snapped out and wrapped around her legs. His chanting worked through and she saw the images. She felt the shame but she knew...she knew that this wasn’t her daughter. “No….No..” she shook the image off and gripped the whip into her hands. She began a chanting of her own. Drawing that power into her own. Absorbing it and nulling its hold upon her. “No...that will no longer work on me, Mordred. Holding my child over my head wont cause me to bawk and cry…” She tugged upon that whip to take it from him. In a odd game of tug of war.
Mordred Vargo:
let the lash go, the moment Amika touched it and sought to drag it from his hands. Did she not see his lesson and why it was making her stronger. She in a fight against her mentor was resisting what was being held over her head. Mordred taught in everything he did. The momentum of him releasing the lash so suddenly would cause it to snap back in the direction of Amika. "Simple children and their foolish pride..." He said almost sadly as he followed up behind the projectile, with both hands attempting to close about her throat. If he caught her in his talons his next actins would be twofold. He would release his right hand then in one fluid motion backhand Amika with strength and power enough to dislodge teeth and split lips if the blow connected. She was within his aura now so her motion's and strength waned and would be slow if not counteracted. The specter of her child Jumped on her back...like a weight, both literal and figuratively, while he was gonna slap the hell fire out of Amika for her disrespect.(2)(edited)
Amika:
The lash snapped back and hit her on the head. She shook her head from the blow and then he was on her. She felt his hands close about her throat. He hit her and she tasted blood. She growled as she kicked out with her feet. Hoping to hit him right in the gut. Her movements were slower in his Aura but she was trying at least. She felt the weight of the spectre child and it tugged her back. Her sword still in her hand, she thrust the tip towards him. Hoping to purchase against his flesh. Such a wound, if hit...wouldn’t kill him in his vampire state. But it would sting, probably. Her flames still engulfing now both of them. Licking at their flesh and sizzling everything it could. “I may be foolish, King….But I won't back down. Unbound. Unbroken…” she spoke to him as she fought to escape his grasp. (2)
Mordred Vargo:
would shake his head at Amika after she had the attitude adjustment. "Amika...why would you ever challenge me, the one you should not ever. Now you must explain the black eye, swollen lips and missing teeth. "Some lesson's are harder than others'." He dropped her in the dirt, caught her tail and broke it over his knee. He then turned her over dug in her mouth and snatched out her tongue...."KING!" He spat at her and then helped her to her feet.
Amika:
cried out as he broke her tail then silenced her by ripping out her tongue. Tears falling down. ~I still....may have lost but...I didn't back down. I didn't just lay down and take it. I tried to defend myself....~She spoke through him through mind speak. Accepting his help up. Leaning against him
Mordred Vargo:
would embrace Amika. Holding her up. Then catch her head with both his hands. "I am proud of you, but never forget who you talk to little demon. I asked forgiveness before I did what I did." He made her head nod up and down agreeing. "Now go, and don't forget you are not yet ready to take my place...."(edited)
Amika:
moved her arms around him as he embraced her. Looked to him when he caught her head. She nodded softly even with his help. She moved to leave then. Slowly. She was defeated in battle but she still won....by letting the world know, she was no longer a push over.
Mordred Vargo:
called over his shoulder as he left from the opposite side of the arena. "I would have killed you Amika, this is what a friend does to another friend who gets reckless with their mouth. Get drunk, let it go. Lesson's...be well little demon." Mordred was an arrogant asshole always but to those that truly payed attention. He was teaching the little demon.(edited)
Joshua:
Joshua would send one final message. ~ She will never replace you brother ~(edited)
Amika:
heard Mordred as she vanished from the arena.
Mordred Vargo:
stopped at the Arena exit after the sending from his little brother. He made no response and simply vanished.
