[H1]Temple of knowledge[/h1]
Vulcan's display was a well thought out solution to the issue of the monks not seeing a possible threat to them. As Well thought out as Fotian Intel could let him know. Vulcan, and most descended, did not know about the infinite power within the temple walls. Only a true master of their soul could reach the form Vulcan displayed, but as he settled the flames of his soul away he perceived the twos, Qobo and Sophias, reaction. He stroked the hairs on his chin out of curiosity. 

Surely only their masters have reached This? Was there something greater? He wondered with a solemn nod to their calm to his rare display. He felt despite his years there was more to discover in this world. "Perhaps remaining within the Fotian walls and training that lad Magnixx has kept me ignorant." He sighed and sipped his tea before the dragon plummeted from the sky with a loud roar that was not his own but the sky itself crying from the parting winds.

Vulcan found himself refraining from going into a full battle stance. He merely jumped to his feet and made it clear through his lack of initiative that the monks would clean their own messes. He did however follow to make his willingness to aid them known. "I will help as best I can." He spoke as his body soared through the air and soon his feet met the stone floors of the temple which was littered with rubble. The mountain winds carried away dust as the gaping hole the dragon created tore the temple cieling open for the cold to settle in. 

Vulcan beheld the dragon before him. It's massive size could structure a home. It's scales could serve as armor for hundreds of soldiers. Vulcan stroked his beard in thought as he watched the injured that were with the dragon. "Perhaps this is no mere savage beast... But an ally?" He spoke in thought but loud enough to be heard. He watched as Qobo and Sophia speculated as to what may have resulted in this and gave his idea. "There is a war going on all over the lands. This may be another casualty..."
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[H1]Sunfire fields.[/h1]
Animus backed away from the smog. It was clearly deadly as the grass curled and froze like stone before being engulfed by the miasma. His eyes narrowed at the sight of this and then quickly shot up as he watched the parting dark green smog convey to him and those behind him the woman that spewed it. She looked down with glaring eyes at Animus. 

Her severed limb within her intact hand. She lowered her stub and raised the end of the cut arm to meet the flesh of its missing part. The crimson that flowed met and merged the two pieces together and then the blood stopped flowing. Animus and his soldiers looked at this with awe on their faces. Bringing his head down he gritted his teeth with an intense will growing within him. 

"Not here. Not yet." As he growled these words his entire person began to grow brighter. He flipped his blade in his hand and pointed it to the woman. His blade flashed a bright light that blinded her. Her voice screeched and she backed away into the cloud of poison. Animus leaped back to the barrier and ran up it's side to rejoin his soldiers.

Once he landed the poison cloud met the barrier and crawled up it slowly. The clawed hand of the woman gripped the barrier through the smog which frightened a few soldiers. Her tongue then met the barrier and she slid it across it's surface. A trail of her clear saliva ran down it. Her voice let out a long sigh, a look of pleasure upon her face.

"Mmmm... Your souls look so delicious."

The soldiers looked back and saw the dragon ripping cultists apart that were too foolish to escape. They wondered if it was feral or not but either way it aided them it best they could.
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Lila was only waiting Mirror’s order to attack, but when she was about to kill her target, the thing inside the guardian, spoke. His voice echoed through Lila’s head.

“We are on the same side. Seraphim above all others, those who seek to undo this are to be annihilated without discrimination. Then and only then will this world know peace.”

Side? Which side? For Lila, there was never a side. She did only what she was told to do. They marked a target, and she killed it. It was simple. Lila never understood the concept of peace. She was raised to be a weapon. Peace was something completely opposite to her nature.

The calmness she felt before striking a target, the excitement from the hunt and blood… Could that be considered peace? After all, she felt at peace during those moments...

[color=skyblue]”But you don’t mind killing other Seraphim to get your way? I hate these contradictions.”[/color] Mirror answered, spitting on the ground and summoning a cold wind around them. 

Contradictions? She couldn’t understand where those contradictions were… They were weapons too, right? A warrior feels at peace when doing what it was trained to do its entire life, right? Then the only way these warriors can know peace is by killing. Why was that wrong?

[color=skyblue] “He’s all yours… LILA!”[/color] Mirror said, attacking the guardian.

It doesn’t matter. She didn’t understand their logic. She didn’t need to. The only thing she understood right now was her desire to kill her target. The hunt was the only thing that mattered for her that moment.

“As you wish, Mirror.” She said, with a twisted giggle. Her muscles, which were tensed up all that time, released all that tension in a split of second, sending her flying towards her target. Differently from before, her movements weren’t gracious and calculated, instead being extremely feral. She moved herself without caring for how she looked, or if her movements were correct or not, she was like a beast. Her eyes were fixed on her prey. Her entire world now was resumed to her and her soon to be dead prey.

With a blindingly fast movement, she swung her scythe, aiming to his neck. 

As the blade sliced through the air it's blade met another similar to it's own. Riryoku grunted from the blow as his widened and partially frozen form cracked underneath his cloak. The dark aura remained and escaped from beneath the cloak where his feet once were. The outer edge of his cloak where the darkness seeped out of began to show a pool of slow moving black ooze.  He was slowly defrosting. 

“This child! She has the hunger of a dragon within her. Is she a prize from your war on the bloodied throne?” Words flowed while he swung his scythe. He did so after flipping it down and brought it straight up at Lila. 

A prize from the war? Bloodied throne? Lila didn’t understand those things, they didn’t matter… The only thing that mattered right now was that he was still alive. And that irritated Lila.
Instead of blocking his scythe, she simply disappeared in the shadows with a twisted giggle, both her body and her blade becoming one with the shadows.

After a brief moment, her blade appeared, emerging from the shadows, almost like cutting it. Her body followed shortly after in another lunge, aiming to cut Riryoku’s arm.

His aged voice let out a groaning yell as his arm was cut off. It fell to the ground. His other hand held onto his scythe. His body lowered itself by the cloak widening even more and the ooze below it being retracted into the cloak. The ooze held the broken slush of previously frozen sludge together to reform his body to it's previous thin form. His severed arm returned to slush underneath the cut sleeve that laid as a cloth next to him. 

“D-damn you..” He attempted to rise to his feet but seemed very frail as he did so. “Your savagery cannot harm me.” He muttered as the ooze dripped from his stub and then form into an elongated thin arm and hand. “I will never give in…” His body flattened rather quickly like he returned to slush. It moved to Lila’s side before he rose up above her and brought the scythe downward on her head with a loud cry.

Savagery? Why he said that word as something bad? The tiger shows savagery when hunting its prey, it's both natural and beautiful. If you have to kill, what’s the harm in at least liking to do it?

So what if he kept growing his members back? He feels pain, doesn’t him? She just needed to keep cutting him.
Lila was indeed surprised when he tried to attack her. He still had strength to attack even after all that? What was that man? Why he was turning to that weird black liquid? Many questions rose inside Lila’s head, which was already fuzzy due to the bloodlust, excitement and joy for the hunt.
The scythe hit Lila, but it offered no resistance, instead, passing right through her body, as she slowly and gradually faded in the shadows.

“The moment i drank your blood, your fate was sealed. You are my prey.” she said, with a twisted giggle, her voice a mix of excitement and threat. 
Lunging towards the old man once more, she swung her scythe in a clean horizontal cut, aiming to cut him in half.  A silver streak in the absolute darkness from her ‘Eclipse’.


The familiar rattle and audible pop of the shattering core gave way to Mirrors failed attempts to hold his for at bay. Only with the crumbling of his coating did he return to form defiantly in front of the enigma. It pushed with a rested hand on ice that hugged its legs and sent shards and boulders of ice several yards away. "Your defiance is being noted." The once elegany voice now held a distorted anger. The red eyes beneath the helmet gave an intense glow before the being gripped the silver spear. "Be not ignorant. I am Nuxta, the second born."

Mirror looked up to him with a glaring expression. His body, clothes, and all were emitting mist from the frost forming on him. [Color=skyblue]"You talk too much. You have ZERO-"[/color] As Mirror spoke ice and snow began to form around Nuxta and crawl up his armor. [Color=skyblue]"chance of getting me to listen to YOU!"[/color] Mirrors hand raised up and the clapped together. The cold winds blew outward from the source where a mass of ice was summoned around Nuxta once more. This time the ice was twice as thick and it all was shaped like a cone.

[Color=skyblue]"The entire point.. is that you won't be going anywhere."[/color]

Hearing a chirp Mirror turned. He saw the light of the sun slowly meeting the horizon and giving illumination to the fine scales that reflected it's light from the young dragon. Mirror's eyes widened at the sight if something so feral yet adorable. It was in line with Lila and her savagery. The sound of Riryoku being cut In  half in the background.