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As Sulleykaar undid his spell to appear as a fair man and returned to his beastly form to escape the fray with fallen comrade in tow. As he did so he cast a gale on those below and caused the soldiers to brace their arms against each other as blades of grass were lifted from their roots and spiraled several feet into the air. The red fangs of Lila expressed her desires with a crimson stain on the grass below. The blood of the hooded man dripped down his leg as it flowed into his black and grey cloak staining it with crimson that flowed endlessly into his robe. He opened his mouth beneath the mask to speak but could not, he could not hear, he could not bring himself to shake Lila off. 

The small girl used his frail form almost as a rag doll save for his tight grip on his newly armed scythe. IT dug into the earth and kept him from falling back or over. He fell to a knee as he felt his life draining from him. “To be felled by such a simple thing… You have worked yourself to death. Riryoku.” The name of the hooded man was spoken by the silver tongue of the one within the guardian. He looked to the dragon that rose to the skies and did not flinch as the winds threatened to topple tree tops. “It appears my dear Sulleykaar has found it time to choose priorities. To think he would run for the life of a lowly dragon slayer.  It matters not however…” 

The shadows beneath the helmet of this man released a dotted glow like eyes beneath it. He watched Sulleykaar soar away with a loud boom. “Oh Sulleykaar… You have been far more help to me than you know.” The hooded man fell to the ground unable to stand any longer and his blood began to pool on the grass beneath his body. His scythe however remained dug into the earth and erect. It brilliantly shined the reflections of the moon’s glow. The head of the towering man before Lila and his servant looked down now back to them. It planted the spear in its hand into the ground to its right and watched with ominous silence as the blood pool touched the edge of his giant black metallic boot. 

“Now is time…” He raised his free hand and pointed to the Basilisk standing tall within the distance then he brought the hand down as a wave to his fallen servant and then turned to Lila. “Witness my servants reward. His toil will not be unnoticed. Watch as one Ascends.” With echoing words that all within the field could hear the blood around Riryoku began to turn black. While this happened the Basilisk tore through the trees and onto the field like a barreling train. Its head’s width was around 30 meters in width with a only slightly thinner body. 

Its length was unknown for a while as it came through the field of corpses and charred remains to the soldiers who lined up before it. “It’s coming!!” The Elite captain steeled himself as he steadied his weapon and brought it up to his face in prayer. The soldiers around him began to pray as well as their lights began to form into visible streams on their bodies. A solid barrier of light was formed before it took the form of a clear barrier. It was massive as all the soldiers were helping create this. Their focus being entirely on the charging basilisk.  The collision of the Basilisk and the wall reflected the force of the charge back to the beast but the force did crack the barrier. Soldiers passed out one by one as they attempted to hold this barrier from the roaring beast that thrashed against it.

“Come to me… My Queen.” Spoke the silver tongue beneath the dark armor. The basilisk began to slow to a silent stillness. It looked at the soldiers who could only watch in fear behind the barrier. It’s tongue flicked at the barrier leaving saliva on its surface that burned away at its surface like acid. It then looked with its slit pupils to the lord of death. It began to lower its head and the pupils on its eyes widened until the entire eye was blackened. Opening its massive jaws a woman began to slither out of it covered in clear slime. She emerged and as she did the endless length of the basilisk began to turn white and shrivel up. The body of it began to wither until it was just empty white scales. She emerged from the liquid before the barrier of the soldier’s with a deep and pleasing sigh.

 [url=http://conceptartworld.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Yefim_Kligerman_01b.jpg]She stretched her[/url] arms and long limbs. She rose to her full standing and was around 14 meters tall. She looked down at the soldiers with pursed lips. “This won’t hold…” She said with a musical amused tone. She tapped the barrier with a clawed finger and it began to crack. “See? I have come to be with my king. Nothing more I assure you.” She knelt down a bit as she spoke, placing her hands on her knees like a mother to her children. The fear in the soldier’s eyes and hearts was palpable within their circle. They grabbed shields and spears from the supply wagon before hurrying the injured into it and watched it ride away to the trees. 
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The man's unpleasant walk through the snow was interrupted by the sudden sound of a beast He immediately took a stance for combat to face the dragon. His shoulders aligned and his legs lowered his stance as if he would spring forward. His simple thoughts were to, if he had to, take the dragon down with a slayer technique, blade less style.  But before he could leap the dragon began to speak. It had the charm of a woman’s voice as it preceded over the mountain roar she unleashed earlier. “What I seek is neither power or knowledge. But an audience to speak of the atrocities that occur below the mountain. Also I seek.” As he reached for his pouch behind him Qobo appeared to his side. 

The man seemed to acknowledge his presence with a simple nod despite the aura of ferocity that Qobo exuded as well as sit with crossed legs as he continued his process, almost ignoring Qobo’s presence as he did this momentarily. The man lifted a few small bowl like cups from the pouch and a metallic bottle. He unscrewed the quark and poured two cups of the clear warm liquid. It sat atop the layers of snow and he grasped his cup before Qobo. “Warming herbs from Fotia." He pointed with his free hand to the small shards of leaves grounded up to make the tea effectively soothing.

 A warm mist rose from the liquid's surface within the cup as it sat awaiting an owner. The man gestured to Qobo before lifting his cup for a sip. Clearing his throat he spoke. "I am Vulcan the volcanic fist of Fotia. The amount of allies one has cannot be enough. But the good ones are hard to come by. I wish the rest of this land could live in such peace as this temple." He sighed turning his head from Qobo to Sophia and then to the surrounding monks. "I will show you that you are in danger despite how strong you may [I]know[/I] you are." 

His body began to light up with flames suddenly erupting from his body in soft warm flows around his flesh and clothing. He seemed unphazed by it and his clothes did not turn to ash under the heat. The snow around him began to melt rapidly as he remained in his seated position. He let out a long exhaled breathe and placed his hands together. "Witness the fire of Fotia." He let out a steady growl as the flames grew more intense and rose several meters into the air like a pillar before coming down and condensing around his body with a fiery glow.

His hair seemed to be on fire as it waved, beard and all, in the mountains chilling winds like dancing flames. "Without death one reaches heights said to be only available to the immortal. Yet this." He raised the cup and drank it now, flames finally dissipating over a short time as he did so. "This is not enough I'm afraid... very few can reach these heights. I hope to be enlightened here. And perhaps my hope will return..." He humbly bowed his head before Qobo and Sophia. Leaving it lowered with hands on his knees until he was given a reply.

But as he waited a loud hurtling sound could be heard echoing across the skies. He looked up and witnessed the massive creature collide into the mountain's top before him. 
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Hope seemed lost. The soldiers felt this night will not end with their lives intact. All hopes to escape this fate left with the supply drop and injured evacuation. With no more medics among them to spare the soldiers steeped themselves before the words of the elite captain whom received a message prior to speaking. As he heard the message he smirked a bit with glimmer in his eyes. "Is that So? Well then... hold that barrier! We will not give in here!" He turned to Lila and the hooded man with sudden intrigue and clear priority. 

The hooded man was soon dissolving into the black blood that formed a large puddle on the ground. His flesh beneath the cloak merged with the black and created a larger pool. Floating above the pool was the tattered bloodied cloak that now seeped with black coloration to make it pure midnight black. The being before Lila did not move save for its white cape that flowed in the light breeze with an ethereal weightless dance. It was the silence that made one wait patiently. For as they waited for a short time the liquid began to move together with a mind. It's mind showed clear desire to regroup into a form beneath the cloak. Soon the cloaked man rose from the ground once more and filled the cloak with the black blood that now formed the body of the man. It did not drip or appear as liquid once it formed entirely into his thin form. However he was taller and more slender as he stood with legs grounded and clawed feet dug into the earth.

The hooded mans hands grasped the scythe with one hand and grasped his mask with another. Keeping his head down he groaned as black ooze dripped from the hood hiding his face. He placed the mask on and looked up to Lila with a quivering head that shook the mask as he strained to do so. His scythe was now gripped in both hands and even as the bubble may have remained around Lila the man swing his scythe to her skull from the right going left. His speed was impeccable and his arms flowed with boneless fluidity. But as the blade almost reached it's intended target a layer of translucent blue ice coated the surface of the blades handle and the body of Riryoku. "Master!" He yelled with fear in his voice. "Fear not.. It is merely the children." The voice of the death lord echoed this with a light hearted tone from beneath the black armor.

[Color=skyblue]"Children huh? That's a funny way to call the ones about to kill you."[/color] A calm cooling voice of a young seraphim approached the three as they stood in heated combat. The one adorning the guardians armor was soon enveloped in layers of ice that caccooned it in a solid slab of ice with broken sharp shards around the surface. The hooded man was frozen still but could still speak and breathe. [Url=https://s2.postimg.org/nmyxr0rft/3e892e7d3ec20a20ea525871e35971d7.jpg]This man[/url] approached from the side and held in his hand a bloodied white feather. It's tips were stained with blood. He looked with growing anger at the frozen foes before him as he approached at a gentle pace toward Lila. [Color=skyblue]"What did I say about feeding Lila?"[/color] He let out a sigh as he walked besides her and looked down on her with his over six foot height and with a smile she could not see. Snow began to fall abruptly from the skies above despite the lack of clouds. It came from high above and rained down gently on the battle field. A few remaining fires being swept away by the cooling breeze. 

[I][Color=skyblue]"These bastards have killed too many of mine... This ends here. Lila... Get ready."[/color][/i]

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