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Post by abigailhazsky on Nov 24, 2018 2:14:27 GMT -8
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As soon as she was called by Mordred, Abigail would arrive in her demigoddess form. Radiant and glowing shards of light moving about her as if they were stabbing the air around her form. The light in its real and tangible form. Her light was gathered from its purest source. The only armor she would need. She looked to Monet and bowed her head respectfully then blew her a kiss as Monet hung along the edges as she always did. Then Abigail looked to Mordred and took her place.
Abigail stood to face Mordred in the arena near one side of the wall. Instantly 10 razor sharp light tendrils shot out from the end of each one of her fingers moving the length of the arena.
She began to move her hands in a controlled fashion, her elven nature gave her dexterity, grace, and fluidity allowing her to control each one of her whipping tendrils individually. They moved against air with force and the speed of light and radiated with the power of the sun and holiness. crackling as they hit their target along the ground and through the air trying to follow Mordred
Her tendril whips snapped along the ground extending and expanding along the floor, forming two holy symbols of light.
The sun, too much light would burn and kill everything. the second symbol lightning and with it the power to cleanse and destroy. The two symbols together consecrating the grounds. Hopefully, this would prevent any undead, unholy or demon-like creatures from forming. Through the magic of Mordred and weaken him using pure light against his now vampire form.
In the same moment, the whips would seek Mordred out. The speed of light was astonishing the attack would attempt to cut and rip the skin away from Mordred aiming for his face, neck, chest and legs The razor sharp and lance like whip tendrils trying to tear and cut away pieces of his flesh and muscle hoping to weaken him by bleeding out. ( Para 1)
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Post by abigailhazsky on Nov 24, 2018 2:16:49 GMT -8
Mordred
waited, then the radiant cow appeared. Glowing and draped in shards of light, illuminating the area about her person. This was her first mistake. She was using true light by proxy, nothing more than a mere conduit. As he expected she would do. He was Mordred Vargo. The simple healer forgot the basic concept of equal exchange. Where she was light, he would be the dark. An aura of black entropic energies twisted and churned about the Usurper. The taker, as darkness always arrives to kill the light so would Mordred eclipse Abigail. She gave a mage paramount, room and time enough to react, simply by arriving later than him and delving straight into her offense. Her ten razor sharp light tendrils would be met by his darkness equally. Mordred's unliving aura radiated shadows and entropic energies that clashed with those of a light being when he flexed the talent. There would be a brilliant conflagration of power and ability as their combined forces would seem to initially defuse each other. Her tendrils turned and repelled by his aura. The impact of her tendrils drove Mordred back some fifteen feet and shattered the coffin he had brought with him. When the coffin shattered bones blew apart and fragmented about the arena. Then came the sun. Abagail in all her glory invoked sunlight in the pitch dark of Tyran's night and attempted to reign it down upon him. Her magic sigil attack issued from the ground up though. The rumbling sounds and feel of the magic coursing through the ground he felt. As a vampire and mage. The distance between him and her allowed his ability as a kindred to hear on a greater spectrum. Possibly allowing him the split second reactionary time to brace. Light travels faster than sound. (c)
A flare of sunlight and light tendrils are what assailed him, ten...his aura managed from the sheer onslaught to only deflect six. Three tendrils tore into his legs and another into his chest. He allowed them to pin him in place. Mistake number two. He noted again Abagail only invoked Magical means to simply block the rise of the dead from the arena floor. The shattering of the coffin and the splintered bone fragments though where all he would need to launch a counter offensive Then her second symbol came into being and lightning crashed around them. The force of her own blow's and the fact he was knocked back saved him from one of the bolts impacting him. "My turn"...was his only response to Abigail and her entrance. He promised her this would be the most beautiful thing her eye would ever see (c)
was always known to drape his form with Contingency spells. A classic technique. The four bolts of light that tore into him would begin to grow dim. Their light since it was an invocation by Abigail only had a limited duration. Like she stated, too much light would burn and kill anything, her included. The tendrils never left her body even though she manipulated them with such fluid grace. Through the dying medium of her light tendrils Mordred began his first assault. The moment after impact one layer of his contingency spells were invoked. Withering life taking negative energy would bend back into the lashing tendrils themselves, attempting to receded back up into Abigail's hands. Seeking to infuse her with a strength draining and mentally confusing force that would cause a dramatic aging affect on even a vain half elf as well as sap her physical strength. Mordred with effort then managed to snap off the dying tendrils of light that had impaled him prior as they had solidified into actual mass. His ability to heal as all kindred have was slow to respond due to the nature of the attack allowing the wounds from the attacks to slowly cauterize. Despite the searing offense he just suffered, he was able to cause the bone and wood shards that blew apart when the coffin broke to begin to rain down in a fifty foot radius onto Abigail. The caster being exempt from the rain of serrated bone shards and splintered wood fragments that would seek to dig deep into any portion of exposed flesh. The radius of the attack and since it was from overhead would also attempt to douse any remaining ambient sunlight that the demigod cold draw upon currently.(1)
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Post by abigailhazsky on Nov 24, 2018 2:18:22 GMT -8
Abigail)
Abigail made no mistakes.. this was simply a test. To know how to handle her next move. She needed to know how he held how he battled in this new form what he was going to use. And how he planned to attack. How he would get around her magical light and from there she could simply adjust. It was true, dark always countered light. But it wasn't by proxy she was not representing anything but herself. She always had the light within her. She had been a priestess for years before she was a demi-goddess
Also in her conversion over to demi-goddess Sinead had put part herself into Abigail making Abigail a blood sister much like Dreanna had made Sinead a daughter. She had a human form yes but only because the light would simply blind all those around them.
Yes, she was granted a demi-God form but the light also came from within her. From years of the sacrifice, she had put her love of light before all other things in her life. She had studied fought battles against dark, created medicines. She had spent all her young years dedicated to its study.
Trusting it's tangible and very real form. Yes, she used magical light to consecrate the grounds but this was on purpose as well. She was willing to risk the counter-attack to gain much-needed information she could not gain in other ways. Abigail was not a young thing anymore. She watched observed stayed a good length away from him. Inherited abilities like theirs were best shown from distances. Plus she could never out-muscle Mordred.(c)
Just as she suspected and thought Mordred would dare to use her own attack against her. The reason for using magical means but still she could still use the very light that she was outside herself and She had prepared for this. She had not prepared however to sprayed with shards of wooden and sharp projectiles.
First, she felt him using his darkness to travel up to her to using manipulating the very energy of it to attack her. And with a flick of her fingers before it could drain her fully and move into her body she broke the whips away suffering only minor damage as her body dimmed for a brief moment She could feel the skin on her body crepe as it moisture was sucked out from her allowing wrinkles and droopy skin, but as she could not see herself it did not have much effect on her yet.
the confusion allowing the attack of the wooden shards to pummel her body as they embedded into her flesh causing her blood to spill and drain in tiny streams from her body onto the arena floor thus weakening her form more as she had to use it to recenter and remove the shards and begin the slow process of healing herself. Deciding how much to use in each area.and with her counter attack
She and Mordred though used there education and their knowledge of energy for different forces both know how to use it, manipulate it, down to the molecule down. To its purest form of energy. (C)
When she felt him using her razor light whips to drain her and she had flicked her wrists to break free. She would imbue the light back into it letting them break into pieces forming hundreds of Orbs of light. They would fly through the air magical whimsical at first dancing through the air distracting and beautiful forming the faces of Abigail inside themselves Then they would scream at him and rebuke him in the name of the light.
Abigail Just stared at him, her eyes savage, wrathful and angry boring into him. He was an abomination, and this reflected in her creations
In Abigail's mind, he had no right to live. In an instant, a moment, always at the speed of light, the small ping pong sized orbs begin to form beams of blistering fiery light. Always using the energy of the sun to burn or to create. Webbing and weaving complicated patterns Abigail controlling them through her hand movements. Surrounding Mordred with them forming a sphere. He had threatened those she loved for the last time and she was not going to use this second attack for experimentation. Especially since he had spilled her precious and holy blood. He
Attempting to burn the very flesh from his bones and then burn his bones alike not giving him.the chance to use second and third abilities she wanted his only though from this point on to survival she wanted him to feel the ‘heat’ of her anger. (E)
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Post by abigailhazsky on Nov 24, 2018 2:19:42 GMT -8
Mordred
watched as first, the woman had attempt to consecrate the ground he himself had shed buckets of blood upon, with no discernable radius for her ability. She may have battled the dark in lesser forms but never Mordred. She broke loose of her own tendrils before she was fully infused with forces that sought to rot her from the inside out. She may have not seen it but he noted the minor traces of her physical vanity, now withered. Watch as she may, assume what she must. This would be a lesson for Abigail. She was faltering, stumbling over her actions now. The bone and wood fragments tore into her flesh , leaving deep gash wounds into her body since she felt only the light need be her armor. The various cuts and open wounds she had to take time to heal individually, almost expending all her arcane power on herself. Her blood spilled onto the arena floor in tiny stream. Abigail suffered from vanity as much as he did and was not fully of the light despite how much she boasted about it. 'Hubris' was the word he spat at her despite his own. She tried to do too much in that instance. Then came the lesson. Mordred and Monet were so bound they could always and easily read each other's thoughts and know anything the other did. Her blood had flowed in tiny streams. These tiny streams Mordred seized upon during the mere seconds he had to react to Abi shattering her own light tendrils into tiny orbs that bore her likeness. He drew upon a shield spell Monet had committed to memory through her own blood magic mastery, and caused a red crystalline like dome to shield him from the physical assault of the light orbs, using Abi's now spilled blood. The sound though of the screaming simply annoyed him but did have the adverse affect of distracting the next spell he was going to invoke. The weaving of light patterns caused her light again to have to solidify and as each one broke apart against the shielding, it allowed for less and less chance for him to suffer the assumed burning. (c)
surged forward when Abigail sought to then draw her ping pong orbs into a sphere. The action that it took to reform the lights after they crashed against the blood shield, gave him an opportunity. She knew she could not out muscle him nor could she match his inhuman speed. He switched tactics and physically attacked Abi. Quickly eliminating the distance between them as the sphere formed over where he previously stood. A few of her orbs had managed to land though and set a portion of his robes on fire. The speed he invoked may not have been as fast as the light but being kindred allowed him to tear loose the flaming hem of his robes and close the distance with her only suffering a few minor burns and, hopefully catching her off guard as she sought to keep her distance. When he closed within her range he sought his prize and with a black talon bearing left hand, he went to gouge her right eye, raking and clawing at her face. With his right hand he would try and catch her waving left arm that controlled her magic and snap her forearm in two if he managed to catch ahold of Abigail. He was now in melee range of her while managing to deflect the brunt of her attack, suffering minor burns but still relentless. She would see him then bear his fangs. A flurry of attacks came at abigail, the attempted gouge of her eye, then his try to break her forearm as well as now him seeking to lodge his fangs into any portion of her body that dripped blood.(2)
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Post by abigailhazsky on Nov 24, 2018 2:22:26 GMT -8
Abigail
Abigail knew when he had to shield himself, her attack for survival was working. She knew who magic he had used when the blood some to protect himself had come from that also meant her attack was working. That is what you did with magic users chanters just like herself you tried to distract them interrupt them. Break their concentration.
When he came to attack her directly this is the reason she had stayed so far away from him and though she did not react fast enough to completely avoid him. She knew him coming at her in melee form, meant that he knew, she had the advantage in magick. Mordred used physical contact because she was gaining the upper hand and while she was not strong. She knew how to defend. She would not so easily let him break her arm. Or remove her eye. She allowed him to grapple her and to bite her. To taste her sweet blood the purity of it. She could feel herself lifeblood exiting her body. By instinct perhaps self-preservation of that light inside of her form a protection around her. An armor What all dark beings misunderstood. Is good did not equal nice.
Lighted beings could show mercy. They could produce much good. this did not mean they couldn't feel other emotions. It didn't limit them. This was about protection standing up for herself, not backing down protecting her family against Mordred's anger. The light forming armor protected her. She as stated before always trusted it. And now it served her well. As it kept him from biting her solidifying against his attacks.
In her last moment of strength. She laughed “ block this “ is all she said and as he held onto her attempting to break her arm gash her eye suck her dry she would speak the words of heaven. Ethereal and bitter against his kind Words that would be foreign to ears meant to smite the darkness and foulest of the dark. It's it solid form protecting he. She now moved the solid form of the light directly from herself to him directly would try to envelop him into it, wrap him in it like a cacoon and push him away from her and then rays of light would come down from the heavens. Filling the arena, forming an ocean of light. She would attempt to roll him around, smite him burn him like the unholy thing he was. attempting to get him sucked in by the undertow. The adrenaline of melee attack rushing through her. She wanted to try to make him be nothing, to feel nothing. To be powerless against it current. She would attempt to drown him in the light.to remove everything he was from this world. He would long feel the effects of threatening Abigail Hazsky.
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Post by abigailhazsky on Nov 24, 2018 7:15:56 GMT -8
knew he battled a demi god not a God. Abagail was apparently Godly in her moment of battle as she easily would shrug off the attacks. Her light shielding protecting her from strength that rivaled ten men, as well as against his speed that allowed him to move faster than her visual acuity. He would manage to grapple her though despite the shield and sink his fangs into her. He knew Abigail was a vocal creature that used harmonics. So when he did manage to land his biting fangs into her, he sunk his fangs deep into her throat. Again though the light from her flared and nullified his attack despite the fact she initially allowed the contact. Solidified she was against his physical attack. He had tasted her blood though, it was not as sweet and pure as she assumed it would be, knowing that vanity tainted the woman from head to toe. She had managed to garble a few statements through his biting of her throat as she went on the offense, apparently unhurt or unhindered. The solidified form of light began at a point of origin that began with Abgail herself. That noted, Mordred simply again used inhuman speed to his advantage, Rather than using speed to strike her, he used it to reposition, not striking her immune form, he simply slipped behind her. Now behind the originating point of attack the rolling waves of ocean like light crashed and rolled around the area but found nothing, unable to drag him down in it's undertow. She had released her holy shield and had left herself open for his final strike. Through observation and again being able to superseded her speed physically he had positioned himself behind her. (c)
Keeping in melee range. Both of his taloned hands now from behind sought to close around her skull and again tear at her eye sockets, hoping to blind her. Attempting to dig his fingers deep into her eye holes he again would rear back and seek to plunge his fangs into her body but now, into the top of her skull. Clamping down hard hoping to pierce her head with either fang or Talon. He needed to block nothing. He simply avoided the attack by getting behind it's point of origin then launched his counter assault, again trying to tear the eyes of the demigod out, while his fangs sought to rip open a portion of her skull and expose her grey matter. If his speed was enough and his tactics allowed his blows to finally land, Abigail would have a chew mark in her throat, her eyes ripped and torn and possibly a cracked skull...(e)
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Post by abigailhazsky on Nov 25, 2018 15:20:10 GMT -8
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This battle was really hard to judge. The walls and walls of text needed a lot of read throughs and a lot of deliberation before a decision could be made. You both wrote a battle to be proud of.
That being said, there has to be a winner and the winner in this battle by a very small margin is Abi. You may write your finishing post.
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Post by abigailhazsky on Nov 25, 2018 15:40:27 GMT -8
With the light as her armor, it had protected her against the darkest of darks. The one named Mordred Vargo. As he attacked her just as in all her other ways she had solidified the light and while she did come out bloody beaten bruised, Scratched, bitten, and her arm broken
He had not, nor would he would ever get her eye. As the light protected her.. And the waves upon waves had stopped. She stood for a moment catching her breath.
She said a silent prayer. To the light then looked to Mordred Vargo she didn't look in the stands either. But she did say this “ I will admit everything I said to you was to gain an advantage I used Monet to get you to trust me. I asked for a drop of your blood in the guise of making the potion for the health of monet don't could gain knowledge about you. When you came to me.for healing will admit I healed you for knowledge to use against you..and you gave it to me! Even though i did not intend to use it at that time “ She laughs and like a switch she grows serious and gets even slightly angry ” but one thing I did not do is make those light arrows with the knowledge that they were for you, and even though many told you I was telling the truth, you chose to ignore. You choose to threaten my children. You chose to threaten me and you your blasphemous words to the light are now ended. “ (c)
“ and since you choose to become a vampire. I will give you a vampires death, I will dismember your body and burn it to ash ” and in her hand formed a sword a light she stood over him “ This is for the sins of your father Camine who destroyed killed and held captive many followers of the light “ she chopped off an arm “ This is for Atreyu and by proxy Breanna. My brother John whom you drove insane though madness. “ she chopped off his other arm. “This is for my children “ in one final blow she chopped off his head. “ so ended the end of an era " Rest in peace forever Mordred Vargo “ (e)
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Post by abigailhazsky on Nov 25, 2018 15:44:44 GMT -8
(Monet )
watched her brother die by the woman that had also betrayed their mother. A cruel irony. ~See you in hell soon, my eternal. I love you...~ Glancing over to Joshua, she gave a sad smile as her skin began to slowly turn ashy in color. "I'm sorry brother. Live happy Joshua... get the sword," was really all she had time to say. A thought went out to someone, who was instructed on her final wishes should this happen. She had asked her sons to be there to witness, per Mordred's request. She couldn't see them so she wasn't sure they made it.
"Forgive me... I never got to meet you..." she thought, about Zephyr. "I'm so happy you exist," she thought to Roark. "I never found you... forgive me," she thought about Sapphire. "Farewell brave little sister," she thought to Lyf. "Goodbye, my Sun... thank you," she thought about Laelia, and then Clay. Others flashed into her mind as she fell to her knees by Joshua, watching as the final blow came to Mordred. Monet closed her eyes, the twin's bond enacted... she was dead.
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Post by abigailhazsky on Nov 25, 2018 15:45:14 GMT -8
Joshua)
Joshua watched as his brother fell to the healer, it was a gruesome end but one fit for a foul being such as him, a cold wind filled the arena as a dark power left the usurper and trailed along the ground and up to the seats before stopping in front of Joshua, it whispered to him that he was the male heir to Carrion and all within before slamming into his body and merging with him for a purpose that was yet unknown, he looked to the woman and the man the spoke the silly little holy man who even in this moment of darkness threw warnings Joshua's way and that would be noted and remembered.
Then he saw as his sister began to die and she spoke her last words, he ran over amd held her as she dropped to her knees and smiled. " Nothing to forgive sister, and you both have my words that what happened this day will not go unpunished " He then let her go and stood, a sickly dark aura formed round his body and the air in the arena would turn ice cold as his entire demeanour changed, his playful cocky attitude vanished and the emotion in his voice died as his eyes turned dead white and he looked to Abigail and the silly holy man Gadreel.
" Enjoy your victory Demi god, enjoy the pride and peace for it will not last, you have taken today the only thing I cared about and now I promise you that I will take from you every single thing you care about, everyone you love, everyone you care about down to the last little flower " He lifted Monet and placed her over his shoulder then carried her over to his brothers remains, he formed a large bone coffin and lay Monet within, he then picked up his brothers mutilated remains and placed them by her side, he would piece him back together back in the Carrion lands before turning his head to look at the pair and he grinned. " Thank you " then both him and the coffin sank into the ground and were gone from the arena.
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Post by abigailhazsky on Nov 25, 2018 15:47:30 GMT -8
Zephyr )
A young man watched from high in the stands, far away from any others. Mordred and Monet's son Zephyr stared with numb shock at what had just happened. His father's defeat and death, and Monet's joining him. It was tragic that he had just come to know Mordred and had not known Monet. His mouth fought to form words but all he could manage was a single word, numb and dazed.
"Damn."
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Post by Monet Vargo on Nov 25, 2018 23:06:29 GMT -8
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Post by abigailhazsky on Nov 26, 2018 1:28:10 GMT -8
Roark)
he stood and watched catching only the end of the whole battle but Mordred's defeat had to come some day, everyone lost nothing was forever. He watched Joshua Depart with his words and eyed the stands before he turned to leave "Rest well Mother". He was tired shifts were long and he had slipped into his rest time to finish watching this, what he could without breaking his duties. He adjusted the cloak he wore, but instead of going home, went to the first place he had ever met his mother to sit alone for a while.
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Post by abigailhazsky on Nov 26, 2018 1:29:02 GMT -8
Zephyr)
Zephyr sank to his ass on the seat and lowered his head into his palms, smoothing his fingers through his hair. Sadness and regret welled in his chest, making it tight and overbearing. For himself, yes, but...
How the hell was he going to tell his mother?
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Post by abigailhazsky on Nov 26, 2018 1:29:24 GMT -8
Lyf stood up when she saw her brother fall he was invincible this couldn't have happened. And then she watches as her sister fell..her eyes wide in horror but it was sad that showed in her face or in her eyes .it was rage and before she could even attempt to wrap her head around what had happened her brother had taken the bodies. She looked at Roark and then she turned to look at Zephyr. The last words from her sister she walked up to zephyer..she still not had the ability to cry. " my brother always said 'unbound..unbroken' take those words with you " and with that, she disappeared. She woukd not be scene for quite sometime. "
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Post by abigailhazsky on Nov 26, 2018 1:31:35 GMT -8
Abigail looked to Gad" no Mordred thought he could use my vanity against me and he almost won because of that. I will let wounds remain and they will scar..to remind me of everything I lost and everything I gained. This evening " and with that she was gone
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Post by abigailhazsky on Nov 26, 2018 1:31:56 GMT -8
Gadreel nodded and dissapeared back to the temple of light to do his regular duties
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