@FallenTrinity @WingsOfBronze@SohtemThe death of Soron was only the beginning in Singard's mind. His fists both bloodied, one from his own and another from his foes. He turned slowly to face those who looked on in horror at his deed.
This man I killed must have been special to them. He thought as his colorless eyes faced the Vrondi elite captain who only looked on with a distasteful expression on his face. Having told Soron to stay back earlier he felt remorse for the bravery he showed. But one even as capable of slaying dragons as Soron was defeated within a glance. Just like the Vrondi elites who charged Singard, and the seraphim earlier. This very thing seemed to keep the Captain at bay, only to observe. For the battle was not one of power alone. A truth yet to be seen as the other side began to tip the scales of this skirmish. Tears rolling down the warm cheeks of the dragon lord. His fiery soul unable to dry the well of sadness pouring from his core, his heart. Singard looked on with little concern. He ripped Soron's blade from his hand and observed the wound left by Soron's second strike he did not see. The wound began to fester and blacken with the poison of a Basilisk growing deeper into Singard's hardened flesh. As he came to notice this he ignored the cries of Sulleykaar for his fallen comrade. It was only after the flames of the dragon's soul dried away the waters of his eyes did Singard notice the spike in aura arising within the battle. The taste of aura was a fine skill to acquire and Singard was a master of it, and because of this he could sense the heat arising from the essence of this dragon and knew he soon would retaliate.
Singard's hands flew back to halt his master's movements.
"My Lord. Remain where you are." He spoke assuredly of what will happen next. He could not however stop the horde of cultists who ran forward with full sprints to fight whatever stood before them. Sulleykaar rose now, his wings expanding and his flames soon to take form. The air around them began to lose its cool and heated rapidly as if nearing the sun. Grass ends lit ablaze and clothing and hair follicles did too. Cultists were slowed to a halt as the heat was beyond fleshly withstanding. Soon the area was hardened and held the cultists in place. Singard being within range was affected as well and was coated in a glass. Sulleykaar tossed his weapon now. It ate the ground beneath it as it rolled across the glassy floor and devoured those in its way. As it headed for Singard the glass around his body began to snap and crack until he broke free. He brought both hands forward in anticipation of the roaring flames. It seemed he aimed to catch it. The flames destroyed all that came even remotely close to it.
"Oh. Looks as if they actually have someone powerful among them." Spoke the beautiful mysterious man. He looked at Sulley's with a smile emerging on his lips, a sign of subtle excitement building within his uninterested expression. From behind Singard but not close enough to be in range of the initial attack he stood, Basilisk even further behind him still emerging from the tree tops as a observing tower.
"He is familiar.. Perhaps an old soul looking for its place in this realm. Defeated. Ripped apart and used. That is the life of a Dragon in this day. The accomplished dream of my father and mother." He spoke softly as he went on. Eyes barely seeing the battle and instead looking into a distant memory. His companion bowed as much as he could before speaking. His posture being very low and nearly leaning on the staff he had in his arms.
"Only the beginning is it not master?" He was given a smirk as his master looked back to him before replying.
Indeed..The flames came forward and Singard was not immediately overtaken or destroyed by the flames. Instead his outer flesh began to dissolve and his hair began to burn away as well. As this happened he roared in defiance to the Dragon's flames.
"I-I EMBRACE!!!" His outer being was layered with an aura of darkness. This aura did not go away even as the flames met his palms and began to push his body back, but he held with determination and dug into the earth with his feet. The flames roared past his body but the source remained before him. The flame moved in swirls as a massive orb in his palms but his body was being burned away by the second.
"DEEEAAATTHHHHSSSUUUURRRGGHHHH!!!" His face was little more than a skeleton, all features burned away. His body was little more than a skeleton as well but his hardened muscular structure remained intact despite being burned black. Despite all this he held on and roared his final cry before the flames engulfed him entirely. The center of the flames began to swirl with darkness and erupted into a pillar of flames that went into the sky and rained harmless sparks down on those below. Remaining in the location Singard stood was a black skeleton with smoke streaming up its body and into the sky to evaporate. This was what remained of Singard's body. The aftermath being devastating to the cultists. Their numbers being cut severely by the flames killing all within its trajectory. Very few remained to come out of the forest to the battle field, hardly a replacement for the loss.
"Interesting.." The cultist leader spoke as he looked at the resulting damage done before him.
"A worthy sacrifice Singard was. He finished his last mission with time to spare." The silver sand timer floating above his head faded away as it grew more and more transparent.
"Come.. let me complete the goal of tonight. To make all aware of my arrival." He began to step forward. Next to him on both sides was a torched field and where he walked was perfectly fine. Singard's attempt to stop the flames gave him a clear and narrow path down the battle field. He then began to sprint, his cloaked companion who could hardly walk or stand earlier began to move with him. Both moving at high speeds down the path and past Singard. One was running and the other seemed to fly above the ground. As they ran the only person within the area who was in their way was Sulleykaar.
He smiled at Sulley. Catching his eyes with his own before the cloaked man came out from behind him, like a shadow coming to life, and soared toward Sulley. His cloak expanded and began to widen unnaturally so. A black mass that widened beyond Sulley's size but came in as if it would devour him. This also blocked his vision of anything in front of him, both above, to the sides, and below. As this happened the man swiftly sprinted underneath Sulley and toward the army that stood far behind him to remain safe. With a flip he curled up midair and began to flip rapidly into a ball. He came hurtling into the shields of the soldiers and in doing so impacted them so hard they tore like paper when coming into contact with his sudden entry. Confused and broken up he tossed soldiers aside with little effort. They attempted to strike him but missed every time as he effortlessly and fluidly moved his limbs to avoid the blades. It was after a few dodges that he jumped into the air and with a unnatural force jumped back down straight into the soldiers. His impact cratering the ground below and sending soldiers flying around him. He then moved like a bullet through the air and above the soldiers who remained grounded. They could only look on in horror and bewilderment. Another cratering impact and he was within the center of the soldiers formation. Standing in front of him was the Guardian. It stood as the Basilisk did and only observed from afar, not entering the battle itself for some deep purpose. Perhaps as a last resort despite the Vrondi being fully prepared to use it. He looked up at the guardian with a smile widening on his lips as he freely expanded his arms as if to greet the guardian with a friendly gesture.
"Now." Arms spread out he gently strolled to the Guardian. Soldiers having a nervous twitch in them from what he had displayed himself capable of doing and did not rush him. They only watched as the Guardian stepped forward once and brought its right arm back.
"Come to me." He spoke softly, sweat dripping down the edges of a soldier's face as he watched unsure of what would happen next. With a loud crash the fist of the Guardian came down on the mysterious man. His body was ripped apart into bloody pieces. His delicate flesh being thrown across as delicate limbs to every direction. Black and crimson blood covered the fist of the guardian as it returned to its standing posture. The soldiers around this began to breathe again as the danger seemed to have been handled with little casualty. The question on everyone's mind now was.. is it over?
@13org"Kukukuh.. So many demands." His reptile eyes rotated around the area for a brief moment before narrowing on Lila.
"It seems you have many surrounding you right now.." He chuckled again.
"Do not fear me. I am no threat. A friend no. But an enemy even less." The leaves surrounding them began to rustle and dance with unusual vigor. Two cultists emerging from the dark with long blades in hand. They seemed like twins as their sabers were held in opposite hands. Their faces were covered in tattered black wraps with a single white eye visible beneath a hole on its surface. They cackled as they stepped toward Lila, seeming to find zero threat in her appearance and not noticing the large dragonkin standing behind the thin tree. They edged forward to surround Lila, but stayed within distance to avoid her scythe.
"Boring.. these are no challenge at all for you.." Whispered the voice of the reptile into the ears of the unaware cultists. They looked around nervously. The man lifted a finger to his jaws as if to signal to Lila to remain silent. It was at this moment he began to vanish, even from Lila's senses. His presence seemed entirely gone. It was only when two loud blows could be heard did he reappear in front of Lila. The Cultists rose upward from the strikes he did not even seem to do, as his position and their position was too far away for two blows to be made and then to stand next to Lila before the bodies even dropped. Despite this mystery he stood with a smirk on his jaws and looked down at Lila. While in range of her weapon he didn't seem to flinch at her.
"My name is Wasu and I intend to observe. However I was distracted by your presence.. Lila. Oh. I am entirely weaponless." As he spoke he gave a oddly pleased expresion. Suddenly a flame erupted from afar behind the jungle trees and bushes as the battle raged on in the field not too far off.
@Ayame{TIME FRAME/ WELL PAST MIDNIGHT}
The battle on the territory of Blaze was well dwindling down as the fires of the Fotian soldiers turned the bodies of the cultists into ash and their ash into dust that flowed in the winds. The high breeze was caused by the warm waters by the docks. There Calamity bathed off her blood alone and out of sight of most civilians. However a few guards saw her on their patrol. One found her crimson form alluring. The blood dripping from her hairs and turning the water around her red. He called the attention of his fellow guards to her and the three Fotian men stood not too far from the water's edge. One whistled as she rose out of the water and her clothing was dampened. Her dragon features did not change their obvious appeal to her. Though as she walked she strolled too far for their
appreciative language to be heard. All but for one as he approached her. "The night is dangerous. Where are you headed?" He asked. His armor covering his face for the most part. As the battle was nearly done the night was nearing it's end.
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{TIME FRAME/ STILL DAY}
Castiel was alone in the mist. Bones breaking with each step as he headed toward what massive creature awaited him at the source. However soon a tall black silhouette of a man came from the mist before Castiel. Upon closer inspection its body seemed almost ethereal but also distorted with long slender legs and arms. It's body was a clumped mass of a misshapen form. Like a bag filled with twigs and stones, spikes coming from some of the edges. It walked with a massive staff the length of a tree. Its height itself was over twelve feet and it's slender form appeared even more so. It took a moment but it leaned in toward Castiel, it's body remained shadowed but it's face beneath long black and mangled hair was just a large silver skull with empty sockets.
"You... there.. Do you seek.. the Lord of death? He rules over this land... Soon to be all..."As it spoke in it's gentle elderly mans voice the ground around them shifted as the bones moved like something was beneath them. Soon Castiel will find himself standing on a massive pile off bones and within the clearing mist were mounds and towers made of bones and black stone. A basilisk could be seen in the far distance wrapped around a tower. However the mist would begin to clear only briefly before the dark mass of another serpent could be seen below the hill of bones before Castiel.
The Lord seeks strong souls.. @Vesuvius00As Alexis returned she came across the voices of the soldiers. Their relay of what they saw went similar to this.
Back! GET BACK FROM THAT DRAGON!
FALLING BACK!
This guy's insane!
Captain fall Back!
Don't worry about me. Get the medics here and plenty of water!
Medics forward!
That's too much heat! I can hardly see a thing!
It's a friendly! It's a friendly!
My God!
HE'S wiping them out in one blow! REMAIN IN FORMATION!
WHAT happened? Did it work?
Geez a dragon huh..
That's no dragon like I've ever seen one.
Yeah! Burn mother fuckers!
Haha ye- the fuck is that!?
IIINNNCOOOMMIIIIINNG!!
SHIT WHAT IS THAT!
IT'S SOME MAN! HE'S BLOWING RIGHT THROUGH US!
SHIT!
HE'S GETTING THROUGH OUR DEFENSES!
HE'S stopped at the Guardian...
Good. Time to crush that son of a bitch.
Do It!
Done...Blood dripped gently from the fist of the Guardian as it stood among the soldiers. Steam still rising from beneath it's armor with a constant breath of heat. Completely unresponsive as it's usual nature.
@Landaus Five-OneThe capital of Vrondi was peaceful. Despite the battles raging all over the lands the people were mostly tucked in their beds for a nights rest. In the morning sunlight they will rise and begin to charge their soul's batteries in the sunlight. Given it was the cover of night none but guards saw the transformation. However they found this unsurprising as the Vrondi Capital had wells of knowledge on Dragons and their abilities. Some even being birthed here. The libraries and stores however were mostly closed. A few were open but they are small. The major Magoi shops and libraries were closed until the morning. The inns were open but not very busy as All did not stay up late due to the lack of sunlight at night. A few mixed blooded or foreigners remained awake in the inn and other locations for the subtle night life of Vrondi.
