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No Rest; Complete
Topic Started: Sat Jul 23, 2011 4:16 pm (711 Views)
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The night was dark, darker than most with the full moon above currently covered in clouds. The abandoned ruins seemed sinister in the poor lighting, as if the crumbled buildings and pillars themselves were sentient beings that wished harm on intruders. They may very well have been, at some time. So little was known about this ancient city, and traveler's tales spoke of gods and demons and everything in between. It wouldn't be stretching the bounds of reality to assume that its former inhabitants arranged traps and guardians to protect their eternal resting place. Dain didn't care about the past of this place. His buisness in this dead land was here and now, and he peered out at the rubble around him through the slits of his helmet before making a decision and continuing his trek through the debris-strewn streets. He was almost grateful for the lack of light. The clanking of his armor with each step created enough noise, and moonlight shining off of the steel would only make his presence more obvious. Confrontation would be inevitable, but he'd like to see what he was up against first.

Have you found anything, Terri? He reached out with his thoughts, searching for the mind of his companion until he found it. Though he couldn't tell how far away she was, he had ordered the fly dragon not to stray too far from his side. Her reply came quickly.

Nope, nothing here! He had never understand why she chose the voice she did. She spoke with the sound of a bubbly eight-year old, which was decidedly odd coming from a dragon, no matter how small it was. He continued walking, and soon saw her return, wings flapping lazily as she drifted through the air. Open reaching him, she descended, slowly spiraling doward until she landed flawlessly on his shoulder. He looked back at her, a small smile playing across his lips, though she couldn't have possibly seen it within his helmet. Her tranquil eyes were intelligent; it had taken no time at all for him to teach her his language. With knowledge, unfortunately, had come a burning curiousity, and he had been forced to save the tiny golden creature several times. He didn't regret it, as she was immensely useful, but he sometimes wished she would be just a little more careful.

Aanon, are you sure it's here? This time the thought was not directed outward, but internally. A voice of flames answered.

You felt it as well as me. That surge of evil magic, there is no doubt it came from here. He nodded slowly. It had been mere happenstance that he had sensed the dark magic while traveling, but it should have been impossible due to distance. For him to have felt it from so far away meant that whatever had caused it was immensely powerful. He had to discover it and destroy it before it fell into the wrong hands. On a whim, he sent out tendrils of magic, searching for any evil that might be lurking about. It was unlikely that he would sense anything, but it was worth trying.

He froze as he detected a malevolent evil raging with hate, enough to make him feel ill. But it was impossible for him to receive such a strong reaction unless the source was extremely close! He didn't need to hear Terri's warning shout to whirl, the enchanted armor bending easily with the motion, and Eagle, his sword, left its sheath cleanly, the blade immediately blazing into pure energy as it was freed. He saw something] pounce from the roof of one nearby building, hands outstretched, and he swung the sword. The energy sliced through the thing's flesh as it came close, and it fell to the ground, no longer in one piece.

Suddenly he was surrounded by the things. At first glance, they looked like humans with fur, but he could see the thick muscles in their arms and legs, and no human had such sharp claws and fangs. Their eyes glowed red, and their lips were pulled back in fierce snarls. It was just as he had thought. The demons had arrived.

One struck from behind, its claws raking harmlessly along his breasplate, and a gauntleted hand reached out to grab hold of its head. His hand glowed slightly as he prounonced his incantation, commanding the forces of the world to bend to his wishes. "Fire, transform into force!" His fist seemed to be in flames as a fireball formed in it before exploding against the monster's face. It fell smoking to the ground. He turned his piercing eyes on the rest of the horde, hands tightly clutching his weapon. It seemed his work never ended.
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Tand sighed, he had been wandering the world for over eight hundred years, at least one of those centuries was used wandering the desert. He kept on walking through the ruins, maybe he should have walked around... last time he was here he fought off six men while trying to win a gypsy's hand, he smirked, he had lost that fight. He turned a corner, looking in horror, demons had surrounded a man in armor wielding a glowing blade. He shrugged, it wasn't any of his business... flashes of memory sparked in his mind, the devils he had made a deal with slaughtering his people, his family, he gritted his teeth, if there was one thing he knew it would be that demons and devils needed to be destroyed... before they killed women.

He took the bow from his back, taking an arrow from his quiver, it was time to see if he still had some skill with this old thing. Placed an arrow on the string, pulling it back slowly, his eyes searching out the perfect shot... he found it. Firing the arrow over the man's head into the chest of some demon that had tried to jump him from behind. He took another arrow out, putting it the string, he started firing faster, his accuracy barely being effected. One done, two done... third enemy down. He smirked, he was terrible in comparison to how he used to be, oh well, time and training would polish his skills again.
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He seemed to be in a pool of blood as the demons leaped at him, each taking their turn to fall to Eagle's enchanted blade. The weapon was not attuned to this kind of work, but it served his purposes, cutting through thick fur and flesh. He was beaten, battered, and clawed at, but he knew from years of wearing it that his armor was night inpenetrable to physcial attacks. It was almost pathetic how effortlessly he slew them, like an army breaking itself against the walls of a fortress. As the attack intensified, he ordered Terri to take to the sky, and she hovered over the mass of fiends, occasionally sending down a bolt of magic. One attempted to leap at her, it powerful legs carrying it much further skyward than seemed possible. The fly dragon simply zoomed out of the way. Dain kept his eyes focused on the enemies before him; he knew he didn't have to worry about her.

One of the demons leaped onto his back, and the sharp claws began scrabbling along his helmet. He shook himself like a dog, trying to get the creature off of him, and swore when he realized that it was trying to remove the head armor. Before he could stab the creature, however, he suddenly felt it go limp, and as the demon slid off him he looked down to see an arrow piercing its abominable body. More arrows rained down, dispatching the fiends they struck, and he looked beyond the swarm to see a lone man, standing there with his bow in hand. He had black hair, and what seemed to Dain to be a bizarre bizzare choice of clothing; a red coat over a lightly-colored shirt, and darker pants. He made no judgements, however. Not yet, not until he could determine more about the stranger. Until then, he welcomed the aid.

As he fought, more demons began appearing, seeming to crawl out of the very crevices of the fallen city. They came from alleys and sidestreets, leaped from rooftops and emerged from the shattered windows and doorways of the buildings. Even with his armor and magic, he couldn't defeat this many. Retreat wasn't an option, however. He called out to Aanon. Do you have any suggestions?

Fortify yourself. Find a defendable location.

Heeding the celestial's orders, he managed to hack a path through the monsters, and with a thought, Terri flew back to his shoulder. He felt the weight of his armor pressing down on him as he jogged towards the stranger, but so many long years of combat in it had made the weight seem like a mild irritation. He turned as he reached the fellow, speaking the words needed to mage another fireball burst into existence. He hurled it at the closest demon, knocking it onto its back.

"I appreciate your assistance in purging this filth," he spoke quickly to the man. "But I suggest we go elsewhere. This entire city is infested. We require a place where we can hold them off." As he spoke, he touched the man with magic, searching for any ill intentions. What he learned was enough to satisfy. He was no paragon of justice, but the man seemed as though he wouldn't harm or betray him. Best to be vigilant, just in case.
Edited by Lyria, Sat Jul 23, 2011 5:22 pm.
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Tand didn't budge, he'd been here a long time ago, he knew of a place nearby, easily defended if they didn't try to climb walls. He looked at the armored man, "Follow me, I'll show ya a good place to stand." He rushed out, leading the way, he looked for old marks and areas he had visited times before. He rushed past street after street, sometimes stopping to shoot a single arrow, dropping or slowing down a demon, they were gaining to fast for comfort.

He turned the corner, the dead end, perfect, "We fight with our backs to the wall in this small blocked off alley, just stand in front and I'll cover ya, I've lived for far to many years to die now." He saw some rubble near the back, he scrambled up it, standing on top of the rubble he could see easily above the armored man's head, good. He immediately started his assault, drawing and firing his arrows, he hummed an old istani battle tune over the twanging of his bow. This reminded him of old days as an Istani military commander, he missed his old land, the desert was his true home, though this city fit his fighting style just fine, hit and run, feather and disappear like smoke, though with a steel wall now blocking the enemy from him, he could pick out his targets at his leisure, now he just had to hope they didn't like to climb buildings.
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The stranger claimed he knew of a suitable place, and began leading him through the city. He seemed trained in the arts of war, skillfully guarding their retreat with well-aimed arrows, and though Dain helped with the occasionaly fireball, he had to be sparing with his magic lest he be drained of mana. The monsters were quickly catching up to them, their speed superior to those of humans, and just as it seemed they were going to have to abandon the idea of the alley, they turned a bend in the street and saw it, a narrow alley that ended in a high stone wall. The archer wasted no time in gaining himself a vantage point, climbing atop a pile of fallen brick and stone. Dain turned to face the demonic horde as the approached from the street. Terri, scout the area around us. Tell me if there are any other threats.

Okaaaaay! Her cheerful cry was a bizzare contrast to the situation, but he had come to expect it from her. He took it as confidence in his abilities, and he held out his left hand as she flew away.

"Fire!" he called out, feeling the surrounding magical energies immediately react. "Grant me a weapon!" A long flaming tendril appeared in his hand, falling to the ground in coils. He whipped his hand back then forward, slashing the lash towards the attacking demons. It cut across the face of one, and it howled in pain as the fire seared into its flesh. He continued to flail the arcane creation, holding them back to allow the bowman acquire easy targets. One of them jumped, carrying its body over the flaming whip, and he let the spell fade. He slammed his shoulder forward, ramming into the monster with the full weight of a grown man in a heavy suit of armor. It staggered back, but was carried forward again as the rest of them charged forward.

Daaaiin! He looked up sharply at the sound of Terri's voice. There are flyers! The paladin swore. It was nevery easy, was it? He promptly ordered her to return to him. He didn't want his only companion at risk fighting an aerial battle.

What did you expect? These are mere lesser demons. Nothing to get excited about.

He gritted his teeth at the celestial's words. The angel never seemed to understand that he was made of mere flesh and blood. He didn't have the kind of ultimate power that it took for granted. Putting his anger aside, he turned to utter a warning to the archer, only to see one of the creatures in the sky, plummeting to the earth. They had the same appearance as those that they were currently fighting, but between their arms and bodies that had a layer of leathery skin that formed wings. Several more were behind it, their red and beady eyes fixed on their prey. He pointed up, hoping that the man would see and understand the gesture, before turning back to combat the demons that were pressing in on him from all sides. His previously pristine armor was now coated with steaming blood, and he felt like laughing as he slew. No matter what the cost, this was what he lived for! Every single one these demons would return to the abyss!
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He noticed an odd motion, he quickly look at his surroundings, nothing, that meant only one thing, he looked up, seeing winged demons diving at them, he raised his bow, remembering a tune from an old war song he learned from a warrior from Striberg. He calmly readied an arrow as he saw one dive towards him. He waited until the beast got close, he quickly crouched, letting the arrow loose, the demon taking the arrow in the chest, flying behind him directly into the wall, a loud crunch accompanying his Tand's smirk, these were nothing compared to the devils he beat in the Istan Desert.

He kept the airborne enemies in the air, keeping his ally from the claws in the air was his job. He wounded them, he used his arrows sparingly, picking off the ones that tried to dive in at his ally or him, if any flew low he quickly put an arrow in it's chest. It was a few minutes of aiming and firing, using one arrow at a time, slowly picking off his targets. He noticed the flying enemies all at once charged him, his eyes widened, they planned on killing him right here, right now. He smirked, it was time to show this young warrior how a strategist fought, he shot his arrows rapidly, using his long experience to cripple the wings of the one flying highest among the chargers, having it fall on top of them, forcing them all to crumple onto the ground... behind the armored man. He quickly plugged the scrambling demons full of arrows, this was how he got things done, one arrow to cripple, a dozen arrows to take care of the stunned masses.

((OOC:Used Rapid Shot to fill the demons full of arrows))
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He needn't have worried about the new enemies. As he fought those on the ground, bodies began falling around him, almost as if it were raining demons. His sword whirled, hewing off the hand of one before beheading it. He turned to slay another, then felt a stabbing pain in his leg. One of the creatures had managed to pierce through the joints in his leg armor. Growling, he slammed the pommel of his weapon on its head, and as it hit the ground and raised a boot and stomped down on it, hard. Kicking the body from beneath his foot, he turned his battle-crazed eyes at the horde kept coming. Despite how many they had slain, it seemed as if they had barely put a dent in their numbers. Despite his hatred, it was difficult not to respect their tenacity.

As more bodies joined the pile, however, they halted in their attack, slowly backing away. He paused. confused, and howling, the demons turned and fled, some leaping atop buildings in their escape, others dropping to all fours and running through the city with amazing speed. He stared after them, flabbergasted. They're retreating? Already? He directed the question at Aanon. Demons never retreated.

You forget. The magic.

His eyes closed within the steel helm, muttering a curse. Of course. They were searching for whatever had caused the arcana outburst. They were just a nuisance to them, nothing more. He sheathed his sword with a single smooth motion, the energy coating it sizzling out as it touched the sheath. He grasped his helmet with both hands and tugged it off, revealing his face to the archer. He was soaked in fresh sweat, and his long blonde hair, tied back for combat, was matted. For a few moments he sucked in sweet, fresh air, then offered his hand to the man.

"My name is Dain Falron, stranger. Your bow is swift." Many members of the Order had been talented with bows, and this archer matched them in skill. "I would like to stay and speak with such a talented warrior, but..." he turned, facing the direction the demons had fled, "I have work to do." He left the question unspoken, certain that it would be understood. He had no desire to request, or force, the man to help him, but he was not so prideful to turn down help when it was offered.

At that moment, Terri returned, landing on the stone next to the archer's feet before returning to the air to drift over to him. He could hear her panting in his mind, but she still managed to get a few words out. They tried attacking me. He saved me! He chuckled at the sensations that were blurring into his mind from hers; for one, a fierce adoration.

"Terri seems to like you." The dragon looked up at him, blinking.
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He gave him a tired look, he went to the demons one by one, plucking out his arrows and dropping them back in his quiver, "My skill has dulled in the years that I've been inactive. If I was at the top of my game I would have been jumping off the roof tops, shooting into the swarms of demons as I easily made them fight to my rhythm... though that would be in my prime... that was so many years ago." He sighed as he plucked out the last arrow, he mentioned that Terri liked him, he smirked, he should probably help this young warrior out, give him some pointers.

He walked up to him, placing his hand on his shoulder, "Vigoratus." His magic surged forth, healing the minor woulds he might have sustained in battle. He looked up at the sky, the clouds were becoming thicker and darker... to fast to be natural, "I'm guessin' you're here to take care of those demons eh? Well I'll help ya out for a while, whatever they're here for is directly in my path... not to mention I have a hatred for beings from the lower planes. He started to walk towards the area the center of the now spiraling clouds, "The names Tandorus Elderson, call me Tand, though back in the day I was called Blackbow to." He kept his bow out as he whistled an old marching song, he used it to time his pace, walking quickly towards it, "Keep up now, steady pace, double time! Less speed more haste Dain." He kept up his quick march, running would be a waste of energy, marching would conserve their power and keep their adrenaline pumping, he smirked, he felt like he had become his old field marshal, less speed more haste... it was nonsense though it usually kept the men in line and had them move quickly and carefully.
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"Thank you," he responded as the man cast a minor healing spell. He could feel life magic temporarliy swirl in the air before it faded away. The fact that the archer knew such a spell relieved him; it wasn't a certain thing, of course, but those that took the time to learn healing arts rather than those of destruction usually had good intentions. He could have done the deed himself, but healing usually drained a good bit of his magical reserves, which were best saved for the rigors of combat.

He rapped his knuckles on his leg armor, a signal to Terri for her to take to the air, and she flew behind him as he turned to follow the man. The man's words amused him; he sounded like military lieutenant. Even so, he found himself stepping in pace with the whistling tune, his feat pounding heavily into the ground with each beat and his helmet held under the crook of his arm. He certainly looked the part of the soldier, clad in armor, though the image was ruined by the intricate golden writing that gleamed on all along it. Not many armies were able to outfit their warriors with magic steel, unless they were part of the army of Celestia. He wore it proudly, but was also very aware of the burden it placed on him, not just physically but mentally. Aanon had chosen him, and he fought for the fire spirit's approval, but he sometimes wondered if it was all worth it. It had been two years since he had been promised the power needed to enact his revenge, but he was no closer to his goal. He seemed doomed to live out this nightmare eternally, forever seeking out the demonic creations of the pit, plunging ever deeper into its darkness.

His thoughts had turned melancholy, and to distract himself he looked over to his newest ally in this wretched fight. "May I have your name?" He looked ahead, a frown of concentration etching itself into his face. He was sensing magic again, stronger than before. It seemed to resonate and pulse within him, and he stepped forward, taking the lead. Whatever it was, it felt even more powerful than before. They walked for several minutes as he headed towards the source, like a dog with a scent in its nose.

As he approached a low wall surrounding a huge ruin that had the look of some kind of temple, he heard a roar, and two hulking creatures came storming towards them from the building. Their eyes were slits and faces deformed, but both were massive, easily standing over seven feet tall and each wielding massive, wicked-looking axes. The inhuman muscles that rippled throughout their body made it all too clear that they were more than capable of using them, to devestating effect. At the sight, Dain stepped forward, flipping his helmet on top of his head and pushing it down. He wasn't surprised by the appearance of the monsters. He had come to know the legions of darkness well over the past few years.

"Meet hell's version of trolls. Big, powerful, and dumb." His voice was weary as he drew his sword, the weapon's energy once again blazing forth, and he pointed the tip of it at the charging demons. It got old really fast, hunting these things. But no one ever considered the exhaustion that plagued a paladin, never thought about how tiring it was for your life to be nothing but a constant battle. He could have no rest, ever.

He gave a soft sigh before he charged forward, crying out a challenge to those that were fool enough to stand against him. "Come at me, then!"
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He smirked, the enemies were big and dumb huh, it was time to have fun with these guys. He quickly aimed at the being's legs, shooting arrows into the ankles and knees, stopping their already slow movements would be easy, the dumb beasts wouldn't want to cause themselves pain. He switched targets, pulling back his bow as far as he could, the creak of the bow was audible, he let it fly, the arrow sinking deeply into the arm of one of them, he smirked, bullseye. He sent a few more arrows into it's stomach, harassing it until it started to lumber after him. He called out to Dain, "You keep on goin' I'll take care of this 'un and catch up with ya later!" He shot another two arrows into it's stomach, smirking all the while, if only a woman could see him now, or several women, that would be better.

He lead it down the street and around the corner, away from Dain, shooting arrows into it's legs and stomach, though it was dumb, it realized Tand was to fast, it turned to go back towards the other one, yes, the one in armor wouldn't run as fast. Tand almost wanted to cheer, it was all to perfect, he looked down at his arrows, he didn't have many left, he would have to pick out as many as he could, carefully, from the troll demon thing. He put two arrows onto the bow, every archer coach in Istan would berate him for doing this, though he had no problem doing something stupid, he needed power, and a double strike would be just enough. He let it fly, both arrows sinking into the back of it's foot, ripping apart the tendon as it entered. It fell to the ground, howling in pain.

This was his chance, he set off at a sprint, running with all of his might as he knocked his final arrow, he leaped up onto it's back just before it started to get up. He leaped off it's back, aiming at the base of what he hoped was it's skull, he let the arrow loose and fell to the ground, landing heavily on his back, his head smacking against the ground. He laid there for a moment as the beast screamed for only a second, dropping to the ground. He felt something wet sweep over the back of his head... probably blood, he sat up, putting his head on the back of his head. He looked at his hand afterward, it was crimson, yep, it was blood, he let out his healing incantation once more, "Vigoratus." The wound was much to serious for a full healing, he could at least stop the bleeding, he would have to use his healing spell periodically through out the next few days to heal it properly.

He pulled out as many arrows as he could from the corpse, he only got seven arrows back that were usable, he was running out of ammo... he'd have to make the next seven shots count. He made his way back towards Dain, maybe he to dealt with his foe by now.
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He barely heard Tandorus' words as he charged towards the troll, though he did see the one on his right lumbering after the archer. He focused on the one that remained, shouting as he drove his sword towards the monster's leg. It swung its colossal axe towards him, and breath whooshed from his lungs as the battleaxe smashed into his side. The sheer force of the blow was enough to send him hurtling through the air before he roughly struck the ground and tumbled several feet, being rattled like a stone in a can. He staggered upright, looking down to scan him armor for damage. The strengthening enchantment had done its job; a long and deep scratch marred the metal where he had been struck, but that was easily repaired and did not compromise protection. It felt like he had been beaten by clubs, however, and he knew that if he were to see himself he would be covered in bruises.

Terri was flying back in forth in front of the troll, and managed to send a magic bolt into one of its eyes before the giant demon reached a hand up to try and grab her. She darted away from it, squealing, and he moved forward, swinging his sword. The slash cut through the thick flesh and bone of the monster's leg, and it fell to its knees, howling in pain. It released the grip on its axe and punched at him, but half blindness caused the swing to miss, and Dain planted a hand against its chest as he stared up into the abyssal face. "Feel your sins!" he cried, his voice fierce and full of his hatred for thier kind.

The demon convulsed, a grunt of pain turned into a keening moan as the spell generated intense agony in its body. It fell on its hands, eyes bulging, and he could see muscles tightening as it spread. For a creation of true evil like this, the pain would be especially potent. He scowled at the being, disgusted. He could always tell how sinful someone or something was by the effect the spell had, and it seemed this one had lived a life full of murder. "Kneeling suits you, demon. Return to your god, if you have one!" Flipping the sword, he drove it into the troll's head, piercing through its skull. He tore the sword out, ignoring the blood that erupted onto him as soon as he did.

He heard footsteps behind him and looking over his shoulder, seeing the archer return. "Still alive, I see." The man handled himself well. He seemed older, but it took intense training to survive combat against demons. The fact that he stood still was proof of his skill. He noticed blood on his hand, and the paladin moved over to him. He saw the source, a wound inflicted on the back of his head, and he raised his hand to hover over it. "Allow me to return the favor. Blessed life, heal his injuries!" The spell was more powerful than the one that had been used on him, and it should be capable of reducing the gash to little more than a scar.

Backing away, he nodded towards the ruin before them. "That's what they seem to be swarming about. There is something in there that would cause all these demons to come here." He still held his sword in hand as he walked past the stone wall, his boots tapping a cobblestone walkway that led up to the crumbled entrance. "Be on guard."
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He walked slowly, taking his time to reorient himself, he had landed hard, probably a mild concussion, nothing a good healing spell won't fix. He met up with Dain, smirking, he had done well to kill his demon, suffering less injuries then himself. He nodded as the spell washed over him, healing the wound and relaxing the headache he was suffering from, he looked at where he was pointing, "Thanks for the healin' buddy, for being on guard... I've got seven arrows left, after this I'll be needin' to make more." He lead the way, opening the old double doors. What he saw frightened him, dead demons littered the ground, amongst the corpses stood a tall muscular devil, talon like fingers as long as daggers and just as deadly. The devil looked up, the arm of a demon in his mouth, he slurped it down, swallowing it whole, showing a yellow toothy grin.

The devil's black scaled body, turned to look at them, it's yellow eyes seemed to register surprise as he looked at him. He smiled as he grabbed a black sword from the corpse of a demon, "Well well well... if it isn't my old friend... the man who saved all of Istan... at the price of over one thousand lives." He laughed as he spun the blade in his hand, "Now why are you here... and with a paladin no less, last time I saw you with a paladin he tried to kill you... for being someone who made a deal with us after all. Or does your little friend not know that?" His deep haunting laugh made Tand back step, he wanted to run, he wanted to hide, at his strongest he had fought this devil and many others for revenge, he had banished the ones he couldn't kill with the help of a paladin, who turned on him once the last devil was banished.

Tand looked around, "We need to fight him now... he must have just gotten back to Chaon after years of being imprisoned and banished in his plane, this is the only chance we'll have at t-taking him on." He started to stutter, his legs and arms shaking as he looked up at the devil. Why, why was it him? The one that had killed his wife and child, why him? He had finally gotten over that memory, only for this devil to bring it back. He would be useless in a fight at this rate.
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The pungent smell of death assaulted his senses as the archer opened the doors leading into the ruin, which were surprisingly still intact. As they stepped inside, horror and madness met his eyes. Demons lay everywhere, their bodies torn apart, their blood splattered all throughout the spacious chamber. In the center stood a massive greater demon, its eyes a piercing yellow. He could tell from the expression it was capable of displaying on its face that it posessed far more intelligence than the low-level demons they had just defeated, and his blood boiled at the sight of it. If the others were the footsoldiers, the frontline, than these were their captains. He stepped forward to engage it, his mouth already opening to call a spell into existence, but then the demon spoke, interrupting him.

His eyes turned to the man beside him, his eyes turning hard. "What is he talking about? You didn't...did you?" Making pacts with demons was a severe crime, nigh inexcusable. He hadn't thought the man was capable of such a diabolic act, and he felt fury and sadness. But the demon before them took priority. He would deal with the sinner afterwards. "I expect an explanation once this is finished. Don't leave." He did an about-face, sword leaving the sheath in a display of glowing energy, the light making shadows play about the room, giving it an eerie cast. A fitting scene for their battle.

Aanon spoke softly.

Remember your training. And no dramatics this time, Dain.

He ignored the last part, swinging the sword forward to point at the large devil, hate filling his voice. "Demon! You will pay for your deeds!" Armor clattering, he rushed towards it, roaring. "Accept death!"

The demon chuckled, swinging its black sword, and before he could manage to cut it with his own blade the weapon slammed against his helmet, and he reeled from the blow, his ears ringing. He went to slice open its thick leg, but the demon countered with a kick that sent him flying back. Dain crashed into a wall and slumped to the ground, groaning as all the pain from the battle with the troll came rushing back. He staggered to his feet, shouting out to the elements, and a fireball appeared in his hands. He hurled it at the demon, but it moved, speed amazing in comparison with its side, and dodged the projectile. It hit the wall and exploded, causing dust and bits of stone to come crumbling down on them.
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He didn't try to attack, he watched Dain get smacked around... the devil was indeed weaker, a lot weaker. It would have given him confidence if he himself wasn't weaker then he was eight hundred years ago. He saw Dain throw the fireball, it was his time, he knocked one of his last few arrows and fired it when he saw it start to move, he was greeted with a loud scream as the arrow sunk into it's leg, perfect shot.

He nodded to Dain, "He may be a demon, though just like everything else, injure the legs, slow his movements. I'll try to keep on slowing him down or disabling him, I'm going to rely on you to kill him." He kept his eyes on the demon, firing at his left shoulder, he watched him move to the side, he saw him wince, it was the perfect opportunity, he used his long experience as an archer to fire a second arrow, he watched it sink into it's sword arm, good. Now to wait for Dain to make more opportunities for him to fire.
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The shadows danced madly as he ran back towards the demon, heeding the archer's words. The arrows piercing the dark flesh seemed to be causing it a great deal of pain, and he was able to get close enough to jab his sword through its other leg. The glowing energy sliced through the thick tendons and muscle before jabbing out the other side, and he ripped the blade upward, dealing even more damage to the monstrosity. It was howling now, undoubtedly experiencing unbearable agony, but it still managed to reach a hand out and close its fingers around his neck. The only thing that kept him from chocking was the thick protection of his armor as the demon lifted him effortlessly off the ground despite the heavy weight of the steel that covered him. He tried to free himself, kicking and flailing, but the beast shook his violently, and his sword dropped to the ground. Rage filled its eyes now, and it snarled at him, foul breath coming forth in waves, enough to almost incapacitate him.

"Fire...," he gasped out. "Give me a weapon." The whip of flames appeared in his hand again, and he lashed out with it. The long tendril of fire wrapped around the arm holding him, and the demon screamed as its arm was seared. He was released and fell roughly to the ground, coughing.

The pain in his body seemed to fade slightly, and he glanced back to see Terri hovering over the doorway, her body slightly glowing as she used magic to make an attempt at healing him. He nodded to her, all he needed to do to show his thanks to his partner, and sent a thought at her. Can you distract him?

Sure thing! Though..., A sensation came from her; disgust, and if she could wrinkle her nose, he knew she'd be doing it. I wish I didn't have to get so close to something so ugly!

Whatever her misgivings, the tiny fly dragon darted in front of the demons face, and as it growled and slashed at her with its claws, she dodged out of the way. She continued to buzz around it, at one point blasting it with a magic missile, and it roared in rage. It was like watching a fly buzzing around an animal. More importantly, it provided the perfect opportunity for the bowman to fill it full of arrows.
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