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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2020 8:40:29 GMT -6
[attr="class","oneword1"] [attr="class","fromyou1"] Emet-Selch A fight against immortals I'm an impatient traveler ready to turn ship.
His sword did not meet flesh as he’d expected nor did it meet air. Instead, it clashed uselessly against a magical barrier as stiff as a brick wall. Ardyn grinned wildly as he brought his blade again and again against it -- swinging, slashing, falling backward only to dive back in again. The magic’s red light faltered with every blow until a sigil lit its center like a ward against the darkness.
Not a man only of talk then. At least that would make this interesting.
With every second passed, he felt another sliver of his humanity slip through his hands like rainwater. He felt his blood cool, felt the color drain his face, felt his vision tint yellow in a demonic light. Oh yes, he was the monster that this man had claimed. Would it be immortal versus immortal? One fallen darkness and the other embracing it with a gentle heart?
The man answered with ancient words of power. Ardyn felt the magic like the prick of bitter cold in the frozen north. An instinct -- animal and base -- that screamed for his retreat and he did, disappearing in a cloak of shadow in the instant before the spell had cast. As he streamed into the night-veiled treetops, a concentrated beam of light and heat seared past him in a brilliant corona of black and orange. The road was burnt to nothing. It was a power best reserved for the gods.
”Oh dear. Was that meant for me?” His corruption leaked from his body scattered wisps. He had scant time to waste.
And so he threw his blade again, now with the element of surprise at hand. He threw and slashed and slashed and strafed behind, leaving only an after image in his place. Then he streamed again into the shadows, ready to dodge any troublesome magic that might seek his incapacitation. Another throw like a sniper’s bullet, rocketing his blade forward with the full weight of his momentum and daemon’s strength.
”Is this the monster you seek?”
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Post by Emet-Selch on Aug 15, 2020 21:16:12 GMT -6
[googlefont="Comfortaa"] ♡ The drain stopped, at least for a moment, as the sword landed right between Hades's eyes and for Hades, time slowed for a moment. And yet, Ardyn would pick up no fear, nothing of the sorts. In fact, if his sight in the dark was good enough, he'd probably catch an attempt at an eyeroll before the blade finished rocketing through, effectively obliterating Hades's skull. Amaurotine completely flopped over onto his back, dead as dead could be. However, despite dying, there was only one thought in his mind; Oh, bother. He thought as his spirit left his body. He'd been hoping to save that card for later, but well, at least Ardyn would get that satisfaction. Instead, there was another small burst of darkness as Hades appeared a few feet away. "Oh, to be stifled by vessels of flesh..." He sighed. Still, must have been weird. He was right there, and yet you still had the corpse lying a bit away. He shrugged a little with that smirk. "Very well, my beast with poor fashion, I hate to break it to you, but I'm immortal. Until I'm not." Hint hint, Ardyn, hintedy hint hint. "You'd best have a plan. It took the raw power of an entire star to slay me the first time, and that is slipping away." Boy, wouldn't it be convenient to have the power of an entire star? And bit by bit, Hades began to conjure the blades behind and above him as they began to form in the sky. Bad Faith was always so convenient when you were just going to carpet bomb something, and well, he was pretty sure this monster could take it. Probably. But, well, a thought occurred to him. "You know, I don't think I ever asked your name. Do you even have one? Can you even remember?" It was an honest question, but for someone as attuned to the darkness as he, Hades had no doubt that this man would feel every blade imbue with power. Shadowflare, a basic spell of destruction for the Ascians. With it, he could take carpet bombing to a whole new level. He didn't fire, yet. No point. But the threat might do well. But, well, there was still the matter of the draining. Namely, Hades switched targets; the man had opened himself up so much, there was no need to saw and sunder away. Instead, he simply pulled the darkness that Ardyn was so readily releasing, turning what was a trickle into a flood. The scourge flowed through him, and he saw now how a lesser being might be overcome. But for Hades, it was a simple matter to contain and control. If not for his natural affinity for the dark, then for the innate strength of his soul. |
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