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[center][h1][color=Crimson][u]Sparks of Anger[/u][/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=crimson]Location:[/color] The Witch Woods
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[color=crimson]Mentions/Interaction:[/color] Otios'yyia'thala [@Fetzen], Lyen'Ivhere'Zulc [@Tackytaff], Vali, Twice Born, [@Wolfieh] Horik the Gold, and Talit'yrash'osmax [@Force and Fury]
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As Kol stepped through the fires he had created, he began to feel his skin prickle as heat began to surround him. He followed the younger men who threw themselves into war as if they had no fear of death. They threw away worries, no longer do they resemble men. Men have responsibilities, people they would need to take care of, loved ones who would miss them. Those Kol had sent forward with his gifts roared like beasts, hunted like dogs, killed like wolves, and died like cattle. Yet as Kol passed their bodies, they seemed to have passed in peace, Kol gave each man a final rite, a pray and snap of his fingers, as fire consumes them. Kol walked from each fire, his helmet covered his face, as his eyes flickered with his emotions, as he lowered himself readying to leap, an old dog was stretching his legs.

Kol threw himself far into the sky, using the energy that he was taking in from the rain, the heat from the fires his people create, and the rage he feels from feeling the sparks of the men who follow him become snuffed. As he flew multiple mages poked their head out of their hiding spots in hopes to take an easy target down, yet as magic flew to kill Kol, he struck out with greater force. As spikes flew, he threw out fire to burn it. As energy searched to touch him, he dodged and crushed the area with a kinetic push, and as fire flew, he put out fires of greater power. 

He crushed everything in his wake, trees, men, the very earth itself. Kol made great infernos that became funeral pyres for those who followed him, and hell itself grabbed them to take them to their working hell. There they can work to make the north even warmer, like Kol was doing now. As Kol stretched his legs, he flew from battle to battle, smashing into enemies and routing them from their position, he made his men feel invincible, and the enemy as if they were a child to a monster. Kol was not here for games, he couldn't talk to these people, he couldn't try and do his usual business, not here. No, this was the beginning of war. A war to determine who was to be written down in history. Many understood this in different ways, so many fought and stayed their course.

As Kol crushed many under boot and fist, he felt a presence, he reached out with his hawk vision and felt the energy of a very powerful essence mage being pressured by 2 larger mages. As he threw himself to the air again, he waited high in the tree and looked down, as there he saw one of his finest, Horik the Gold, fighting 2 Yasoi. Yet upon his retreat, Horik looked up and their eyes met, as that was when a silent trap was set. Kol pulled in energy slowly as he waited for the opportune moment as the female Yasoi, Lyen'Ivhere'Zulc, launched her attack, Kol threw himself with great force down onto the Yasoi to crush her where she stood. As he blasted through the Yasoi's puny shied as if it were nothing, his teeth gritted as he prepared for impact, yet just as he is about to crush her, he felt energy reach out and a barrier of force energy comes out of seemingly nowhere and hits him like a stone wall, stopping the Eskandr king and dazing him momentarily. Kol shook his head to clear it and shouts a curse and a roar, [color=crimson]"Hel!!"[/color]. 

As he got up he sensed a fast-motion moving object coming at him, yet it felt familiar, Kol lowered his body as he made an area for the familiar 'object' to use him as a ramp to launch themselves off of him. As the moment Kol felt impact, he shifted his body to roll with the object, as once he turned he saw Horik flying into the enemies, yet he ran straight into the male Yasoi's lightning trap, Otios'yyia'thala, as Horik was sent reeling, the woman tried to take Horik out, yet found out Horik was not one to lose his senses to pain. As he parried her blade away and sunk his axe into her shoulder, Kol used this moment of desperation the other tree child was probably feeling to make him act rash. As Kol rushed the now downed woman, he made himself look like he was to end her, yet he pivoted and leaped as he intended to put his energy into the fall like a falling star onto him. Yet the man seemed calm enough to stop such an attack as felt his very armour turned against him. Slowing in midair, his dropkick misses the Yasoi and he finds himself feeling unusually warm -  enough to cause a growing discomfort, yet this strange occurrence wasn't enough to deter him from his fighting. The moment he landed his eyes locked to Otios as he took in the heat energy within him and cooled himself down as he took in more energy from the surrounding areas and focused it into his mouth as his vision hazed near completely as he imagined Wyverns far larger than any man, any home, any fort, as a glimpse of an even darker and larger beast lurked for a moment. A flash of red filled Kol's eyes as he roared out in pure anger fire and brimstone to consume Otios in the rage of Wyverns.

As the fire left his mouth and subsequently his helmet, a fire ripped its way through the maybe 20-foot distance that was made between Kol and his intended target, yet as if a mosquito who would not leave, Kol's dancing partner arrived. As the Spider had appeared and launched a wind tunnel of air to send the fire back at Kol, yet he continued to draw in energy and pour it out to counteract such a thing. In the end, the sheer force of the Eskandr's attack is too much to turn against him, but Tali is able to mostly negate it and a towering funnel of flame momentarily rips through the forest. Otios is saved from the worst. Singed but otherwise functional, he survives the apocalyptic-looking attack to fight another day. Kol stood in the wake of his destruction in silence looking at his foe, a thought crossed his mind, yet was instantly quelled as she launched her attack towards him. A whirling funnel of water and splinters turns to steel and intends to grind him to nothing, yet Kol was not a man to be taken down by such half-hearted attacks. As before he threw himself to the spell he roared out to Horik, [color=crimson]"Major on me!"[/color], trying to get Horik to assist with the takedown of a major power player in this war. The moment Kol felt the storm of steel hit his armor, he drew energy from the many millions of impacts that could rend steel to Razor-sharp shards pinging and popping off of his helm and armor until he used the energy within to create a massive push of Force to dissipate the death tornado.

As he rushed forward, Kol noticed Horik follow his lead as he sent out thousands of projectiles and blackened splinters, to shower the area. The attack is so quick that it catches the younger Yasoi woman off-guard but, the moment that stray sliver draws blood, she hammers it away with a colossal force push. Kol was not expecting such a thing, he was preparing for a small and accurate defense, yet it seemed she threw something of a tantrum as she released a great amount of her energy in a Force push to send everything away, friend, foe, and projectiles alike. As when Kol landed, he landed on his back as he noticed one of the injured Yasoi rises from her prone position to take his head. Yet her hands seemed shaky from her injuries, it would take more than this half-hearted attempt at life to take his life. As Kol batted away the blade coming for his throat, he drew in energy as he roared out in frustration, "Enough!!". As he let out force energy in a thunderous roar projecting it as a wave surrounding him. As the woman leaped away just in time to only get pushed away from him rather than taking the brunt of the force.

Yet as he rose, he saw what he feared would occur, as Kol found Horik had left himself open to a brutal charge from the tallest Yasoi. His massive war horse bears down upon Horik and tramples the Eskandr, who screams as one of his legs, an arm, and two of his ribs are crushed. Kol took in the energy he gathered and launched himself into the horse to shove it aside just enough to stop Otios from immediately wheeling around to deliver a coup de grace. The horseman is relentless, however. Kol could not stop the Horseman this time as he strikes out with a powered spear of lightning and it struck true. Yet before anger could overtake Kol, he felt Horik's energy raise, as he spoke words: "Brother!" he shouts, voice rough and cracking. "I ride to Gronhalle! The Valkyr! I can see them brother!" They are galloping towards him on their winged steeds. His spirit is leaving his body, but his king is in danger. For a moment, he thinks of what a shame it is that any of the fine warriors here have to leave life's adventures behind. Then, he has one more thing to do. He forces his soul to stay for a moment longer. The valkyr beckon. He draws every bit of energy that he can, without pain or restraint. Kol will know what it means. Kol will know to clear the area. "Father! Mother! Sister! Brother! I leave now, for the Visitor's table! Witness me!!!" All of the Essence: he unleashes it all. Kol drew in all the energy from the fires he had created and launched himself high, and then used the same energy to launch him then far, he could hear his subject's last words ring through his ears.

Kol landed and turned to where he knew the explosion would occur and did the one thing he could do to honor his subject's last act. As Kol used the energy he stored from his landing, he dumped the rest of it into the body of Horik the Gold. The moment upon explosion, Kol gave a quick word as the battlefield shook and rocked, [color=crimson]"And may we see each other again"[/color]. Kol stood there for a time just basking in the rain as he felt a calmness come over him, war. His energy flared as he pulled in every ounce of energy he could, he could not waste more time, play time was over.

Kol heard a familiar voice call to him, Vali, as he called for them to enter the fight once more, together this time. Kol nodded as he began walking towards the forest once more. [color=crimson]"Let's"[/color], was the only thing that left his mouth, his voice almost reverberated, as heat and steam seemed to emanate from where the rain fell on him, and where his feet were. Kol, Deaths Hand was finally awake.