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@supertinyking
Saito raises an eyebrow as the ship careens off into the distance, a beam of light powering it's escape. He raised an eyebrow as he smiled, knowing that the Emperor would be furious. After all, someone had had the audacity to destroy his gardens right under his nose. And when he got mad, his care for his precious little population decreased. After all, what were a couple of civilians when compared to the fools who had tried to murder him? Those who had so blatantly come for his head, halted only by the heroic efforts of one of his own Dragon Guard. With a grin on his face, Saito finished his story.

Raising a hand, he gathered the winds once more. The clouds swirled, as a hurricane formed far above the land. It focused itself down into a single figure, a tornado the size of a skyscraper. It twisted and turned, great arms of swirling wind emerging from the main body of the tornado. And from deep within the winds could bee seen the steady glow of two eyes, filled with nothing but the explosive rage of the storms, the need to destroy all in it's path. "And your name will be drum."

As storms did, it simply rumbled. A newly formed spirit, an embodiment of rage and destruction. And witha grand gesture, Saito sent the beast on it's way. It would rage across the land, and destroy any housing it's prey might find. It would chase them across the great waters, it would chase them unto the ends of the universe. It's very existence was defined by it's need to destroy those that had been designated as it's prey. From this day forth they would never find rest, nor harbour.

Proud of his little plan, Saito turned on his heels and headed back to the palace. After all, the Emperor would need his protection.

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Deep in Dark Woods Circus, on a throne of pulsating throne, sits the Queen. Besides her sits a tiny girl, merely seven years old. She was completely still, staring ahead with wide eyes. Her left arm seemed to have been removed at the shoulder, replaced with a long and grisly tentacle of dark energy. Black, twisted metal merging seamlessly with bloody flesh in a whip the length of her body, covered in sharp thorns and bone spines. She sat on a throne of scarabs, the tiny insect crawling over her skin, burrowing into her flesh. An eye popped out, as a particularly nasty specimen crawled out of her face. Moments later the wound closed. There she sat, rooted in place, devoured by fear and anguish, guilt like a rot in her heart, trauma the cancer claiming her mind.

Lucy smiled, as she stared off into the distance. Such tiny figures, not realizing the maelstrom they stood in. The raging flames of a thousand Hells orbited the one who would claim to be her enemy. Fed by inhuman rage, the twisted monstrosity that so audaciously dared to condemn her ways. Little were they aware that even as they stood, they were shielded from the rage of the Chaos Realm by the very one they spoke to. Little did the fool know what he was doing, forging the Chaos Realm with nothing more than his will. Forging a domain, applying his will to it's borders. Conquering his own little niche of the infinite chaos. Taking the very first steps on the roads of Godhood, thrust upon him by the sheer random hand of fate, granting him the chance he was so quickly wasting.

But there was little he could do about it. After all, it was now his nature. And as he was soon to found out, it was not in her nature to accept competition. The sky was too crowded already, without a new God of War.

Raising a finger to her lips, she pondered how to deal with the situation at hand. But as she had expected, nothing sprang to mind. Whilst she had many traits, creativity was never one of them. "Dear, don't you have any ideas?" She glanced over to the girl by her side, who remained oblivious to her surroundings. Lucy simply grinned, revealing rows of sharklike teeth. Oh, didn't she love the living. They were so inventive, creating infinite horrors within the confines of their mind.

Lucy reached over, her hand stretching unnaturally. Long, bony fingers came rest on the girl's head. Pointed red nails pierced her skin, as a shiver ran through her little body. Tears ran over her cheeks, not of horror, but of momentary relief. For as Lucy raised her hands they were tangled with black threads, wires of shadow that shook and trembled in her grasp. And she thrust the wires outwards, into her court, the floor solidifying around it.

And the wires shifted and morphed, growing large and strong. Twisting threads formed hands and fingers, red lights glowed up from beneath the brow of a fedora. A twisted smile could be seen on the figure as it moved disjointedly to bow. It's body seeming to waver and shift, like a badly rendered cartoon. It's fingers seeming part claw, it's head nothing more than a mess of sharp grins and evil gazes. Yet oddly defined among these twisting cartoon lines, was a single object. A handgun, far larger than any practical model. A sleek silver barrel extending from a supple leather grip. Smoke rose from the barrel, the stench of burnt flesh following it's every movement. The creature was massive, and yet merely the size of a man. It was part physical creature, part cartoon.

"You know what to do. Go take your payments." With a small hand motion, Lucy sent off her new attack dog. And with a small bow and a tip of his hat, the twisted nightmarish reflection of Ricky Anderson stepped out of the doors of Dark Woods Circus, marching across the twisted, morphing landscape of the Chaos Realm towards his target.

((To clarify for those who don't get it, he's coming to kill Mortis and those around Mortis.))

Blood Compact: Vampire Genocide

Sorry for my recent absences. Had my birthday, and a couple of other events. It was a bit of a hassle.

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@Tyki
The wave of force rolls over the land, but merely dissipates as it strikes Saito. He grins as he breaks the wind with a gesture. This was his world, and these were his winds. Markus could feel the lesser Wind Gods obeying Saito's every whim, bending Markus' attacks out of the way, redirecting the force around the raging cyclone that had now completely enveloped the Storm God. "Wrong choice." And with that he raises a hand. And with a gesture, the world explodes. It was as if the very sky had fallen to the Earth, the clouds smashing down with monumental force. A wave of force exploded outwards as Saito released his full power on the land, an explosion that made Markus' brief venture into airbending seem like a noisy fart by comparison.

The ground was ripped into the sky, as the Garden was flattened. Guardians were crushed to splinters in miniature maelstroms of wind, even as chunks of stone the size of elephants were torn from the Earth. Everyone and everything was knocked flat, flesh and bone splintered and crushed, ripped to shreds by the raw power of the elements. It was not an attack, and this was not a battle. It was annihilation, brought down by an uncaring God.

When the winds once more settled, there was nothing left. A crater, a ruin of greatness. The Gardens had been completely annihilated, the Guardians having died alongside their sanctuary. Like a hailstorm of stone, horse-sized boulders hurtled towards the Earth, along with everything else that had been torn into the sky by the torrential assault. And among the ruins of the Garden lay the trampled bodies of the heroes of this story.

Or so had it been, had they not been a sturdy lot. Whether through magical protection, immortality, or sheer luck, the night's invaders had survived. Depleted, worn out, heavily wounded they remained, many of them buried under layers of stone, dirt and plant matter. Even Markus survived, although he did so only through virtue of his own reflexes. Instead of facing the blast head-on, he had turned to lightning and managed to escape the worst of the explosion by moving up into the sky, where there were no boulders to crush him.

Saito sighs as he looks over the destruction, feeling slightly drained. Even for a God, an attack of such magnitude had cost a rather large amount of energy. Shame about the garden. He'd probably get an earful. But hey. What was subtlety, when one can magically nuke an area? Chuckling, he zapped off back to the Palace, where the others would no doubt be waiting for him to return.

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@Tyki
Saito was lifted off his feet by the force of the blow, and a normal human would have been knocked out. But Saito was no normal human. And a strong gust of wind caught him as he fell, flipping him back upright before he hit the ground. He grinned, as he popped his neck. "That was a pretty good punch. Ain't got hit like that in a while. Just for that, I'll give you the full special." Smiling, he steps forward, and power begins swirling around him. Markus could feel the air pressure skyrocket as his ears popped, waves of wind emanating outwards like the rythmic beating of a heart. The very ground stirred, as the sky trembled. He could sense Saito summoning his full power, as a cyclone began forming around his body.

The sky turned dark, great roiling clouds seeming to burst into existence. Twisting and turning around one another, illuminated by brief flashes of light as lightning springs from cloud to cloud. Saito's eyes seem to glow from an inner radiance, his body trembling with effort to contain the power. Hurricane force winds ripped their way around his body, and it was clear any attempt to get close to him would end in disaster. And yet the winds kept growing, the storm kept gathering, as cyclones reached down from the sky like the fingers of God, ready to rip the Earth to pieces.

The one silver lining in this all was that Saito was gathering his strength. He wouldn't attack until he'd finished, unless one were to force him to. "Lemme give you a tip. Run. I love a good chase."

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@Tyki
Saito smiles. "Faced with one of the Dragon Guard, and yet you're still ready to fight. I underestimated you. I'll make sure to fight you seriously, lil' man." He removes a buckle from his armour, and his chest plate drops to the floor, revealing his bare chest. The leather armour had been mostly decorative, and the kimono nicely revealed his cleavage, upon which several warrior tattoos could be seen. Had Markus been from this world, he might have recognized them. As it were, he just saw that they had been burned into Saito's skin.

Then, the world went white. For just a moment everything went foggy as Markus was launched backwards, flying for a few feet before landing on the ground. There was a crackling feeling all over his body, and he realized he'd been punched in the side of the head. Looking up, he noticed Saito standing where he had stood moments before. "That's my Unblockable Punch. Spent years getting it to work out. I saw you can do a lightning form. So let's see if you can match my speed."

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@Tyki
Saito snorted. "Got a mouth on you, don't you? But never let it be said that I don't respond to my critics." He smiles brightly. "You see, the natural order is fine. The Kami are at peace, the sea and sky are seperate. The plants grow in the fields, and the clouds roll across the heavens, and the waves haven't dragged the world into the depths. But you're talking about the Garden, aren't you?" He smirks, looking over to the garden. And Markus can see something like pride in his face. "The Blood Rose. People say she was born when a widow killed herself over a rose she found, left beside her lover's bed by another. She's a Kami of vengeance, but Miyamoto managed to tame her. Now she guards the garden, like a good sentient demon-plant."

He glances over at Markus. "You know, you're awfully talkative. Not that I mind chatting, it's not often I get to talk in my line of work. But you do realize I'm going to have to kill you, right? Walking into the Garden is a first class offence, but had you escaped you might have been granted forgiveness. The chance to take your own life, and die with honour. But now?" He sighs, and he looked over Markus with something akin to pity. "There's no way you're living now."

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@Snarfulblast
Blarg reminded him of druid magic, he doesn't know about Lucas. he just knows there are Druids working for the North.

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@Snarfulblast
Shiro felt it, as the amphibian gathered his magic. The magic was strange to him, like the Norse magic used by their druids. But it was magic nonetheless, and he was already dodging sideways before a bolt of shadowy lightning stuck the spot he had just occupied. It was not the kind of attack that might harm him, but it was best to retain trump cards for the last. These people were obviously fools, for they wandered into the gardens unprepared. As such, they would probably not know of his immortality, and attempt to target his vitals. Such would be the path to his victory.

He drew back his blade, swinging at the dragon's scaly paw. He dodged and ducked, sparks flying from the point of impact. However, the dragon's scales were harder than steel. His blade did little more than dull it's edge, and he knew he would not be able to pierce the creature's scales. As such, he would need to find some other way to harm it. Jumping towards the dragon once more, Shiro aimed to climb it's legs, and to stab it's eyes out.

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@Tyki
Markus shot towards the source of the power he felt, meeting it mid-flight. Two lightning bolts materialized into people, two figures appearing from thin air. Opposed to Markus stood a tall, muscular figure with pale skin and grey eyes. He was young and fit, contrary to what Markus had been expecting. He wore a set of leather armour over a yellow kimono. Over each hand was a gauntlet forged from pure gold, each fingertip ending in a diamond claw. Jewelry was woven into his long black hair, most of it made of Gold with the occasional precious stone. In front of Markus stood not Raiden, but Saito. The man who had fused with Raiden, much like Shiro had fused with a Shinigami. One of the most powerful warriors in all of Tsubasa, capable of wielding the full power of the lightning God. He was Saito of the Dragon Guard, chosen by the Dragon Emperor to personally guard him.

"So you're the one who summoned that storm earlier. Huh." He crosses his arms, appraising Markus with a critical eye. His pose was nonchalant, but Markus recognized a veteran warrior. This man had seen a hundred battles, and for such a man, there was no such thing as being 'off guard'. "I'd expected someone a little.... taller. What are you, some western dwarf God?" Saito ignored Markus' question, as he mocked the little man. He hadn't had a fight in a while, and he'd take his sweet time this time. The little guy was in Aegis, and had ravaged the Imperial Gardens. He was a dead man walking, simply waiting for the blade to fall. "Seeing someone throwing around thunder and lightning, I just had to come have a look. Might be a bit silly, someone like me investigating an attack. But I figured it was worth it to see who dared steal my schtick."