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Blasphemous Intentions; [GRP] [P] swordhunter
Topic Started: Thu Dec 8, 2011 11:04 pm (2,627 Views)
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Aiden watched the effects of his spell with grim mirth, but little else as his focus was slowly being sapped from the effects of Seele's spell. He quickly weighed his options, knowing full well that his stores of magic were beginning to run low.

Dispel it, elf, Eladrin cautioned, You're saving the magic, but you'll die if you don't. Anyone can see that.

You're impervious to the effects of his spell, no? Aiden asked, watching as the fissure engulfed Seele's building, sending the structure crashing into the magma with a loud hiss.

I'm a celestial, Eladrin reasoned, I'm not really impervious, but I'm not a mortal. So take that as you may. But what does that have to do with anything!? You'll die!

Patience, my friend, Aiden answered, already beginning a headlong charge. He saw Seele leap from the roof of the collapsing structure, hitting the ground at what was certainly a less than pleasant speed. The elf would reserve his magic for now, knowing full well that he would have to conserve as much energy as possible if he hoped to carry out his quickly conceived plan...without dying in the process.

Aiden shunted his pain and fatigue aside, roaring as he closed the distance between himself and his target. A grim smile spread across his face as a wave of lava took its toll on the dark elf, though surprisingly he had managed to evade the worst and get back up, his weapon already in hand. Brandishing both blades in hand, Aiden began a two pronged assault. He kept Lightning in his left hand, prepared to guard, but choosing to keep the blade up slightly so as to engage the blade of Seele's scythe. The elf pushed a bit of magic through the blade, sending a visibly crackling electrical charge towards the tip of the sword. Though Aiden had no intent to actually use the magic held within the blade again, Seele wouldn't know that simply from the look of things...or so he hoped.

Meanwhile, Aiden raised the holy broadsword in his right hand and slashed downward from right to left. With the aid of his strength spell and the speed of the attack, Aiden hoped to at least draw blood from the mage if nothing else...but if it failed altogether, it wouldn't be much of a loss. The attack itself wasn't Aiden's real aim--closing the distance was just the next phase of a plan he hoped would end the battle altogether. . .
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Seele watched as his opponent charged forward, roaring as he brandished dual blades. He already knew that one of the swords was capable of summoning a bolt of lightning on command, while his magical sense told him that the other one was imbued with potent holy magic. Luckily for the elf, his own weapon possessed the opposite enchantment which would allow him to combat the man on an even playing field. Although he saw the crackle of electricity course down one of the swords, the sorcerer did not sense a spell being cast and therefore did not prepare to dispel the magical attack, focusing entirely on the slashing sword. One of the blade darted up to clash against the blade of the scythe, an obvious feint meant to distract him from the true attack. Seele raised the shaft of the polearm in order to catch the attack from the holy weapon, grimacing at the strength of the impact. However, he had not been expecting the augmented strength of the warrior and felt his guard being inexorably pushed back. The elf slackened his grip so that the force of the blow would not shatter his arm, allowing the sword past his first line of defense.

However, instead of cleaving straight through his torso the blade rebounded from the sorcerer's chest with a metallic clank! Seele grinned at his opponent as the glamor enchantment on his dragon scale breastplate faded, revealing the armor that had saved his life. You fool. You've seen this before... The force of the blow still sent him flying backwards, but at least he had not sustained a serious injury. The elf twisted the scythe to free it from the other blade as he was thrown back, spinning the weapon in front of him in a defensive pattern meant to keep the swordsman at a distance. From their last encounter he knew that the seraph-infused elf was much stronger at close quarters, but Seele had picked up a few tricks since their last encounter. Huginn! Muginn! The two fighting knives whipped out of the sheathes in his sash, their blades gleaming in the light of the flames. Runes had been etched along their length, magical glyphs that allowed them to fight without his assistance.

Still, that was not the elf's plan. The chains wrapped around his forearms suddenly burst to life, ripping through the fabric of his tunic and whipping through the air. They were all that remained of his one-tome bond with a Kyton demon, symbiotically bonded to the elf's flesh and resistant against physical trauma. Instead of lashing out at his foe, Seele instructed the demonic chains to wrap around the hilts of the floating knives. The swordsman's monstrous strength was an issue, but if he fought through the chains he could easily stay out of the reach of the dual swords. Furthermore, wicked spike protruded from the demonic metal, meaning that even a glancing blow from either of the strands of metal had a chance to do damage. The chains lashed forward, whipping through the air with the fighting knives in an attempt to lacerate the slash warrior.

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Aiden was a bit dismayed that his bluff hadn't drawn more attention, but he didn't lose much anyway--he smirked with satisfaction as his blade lunged forward and struck at the dark elf's seemingly unprotected torso. With a sudden look of dismay, Aiden realized that his attack didn't do much good at all, negating any advantage to cutting through his opponent's guard.

Damn, he thought, only now remembering that Seele had had that armor the last time they'd fought too...only now it was proving to be far more annoying. Well there goes my damn timing, The only good thing that came of the attack was that the dark elf was thrown backwards by the force of the assault, getting out of countering range and giving Aiden some breathing room at the least.

Even that was shortlived, however, as two knives suddenly broke free from sheathes at the dark elf's side and cut through the air. Not these again, Aiden thought, exasperated. The knives flew straight ahead, aimed directly at Aiden's chest. With a twist, the elf countered both strikes with his own blades expertly, sending knives sailing away. They curved back, cutting back towards the elf with incredible quickness. This time, Aiden danced forward, using pure timing and athletic ability to dodge the blades...and then he finally realized that chains were surging through the air towards him.

"Great," he muttered as the chains cut past...and grasped the handles of the floating knives. Controlling them through the chains themselves, the elf noted mentally, also spotting the disgustingly sharp spikes protruding from the chains themselves. He has a multi-pronged attack...quite a potent one, actually. It'd be admirable, if it weren't directed at me.

Of course, fighting in combination like this had quite the downside--the chains were attached to the dark elf. Which made them a double-edged sword. Of sorts. Aiden turned quickly and swung hard as the knives came back for a second, more accurate pass. The elf deftly countered both times, striking mightily as he sent the knives and the chains that held them as far as he could. Then, doing a quick calculation, Aiden dropped both his blades and noted the distance to the still yawning chasm.

"Still hasn't closed," he said grimly, biting his lip and grasping the moving chains with both hands, suppressing a cry as the spikes dug into his flesh and caused a dripping stream of blood to splatter onto the ground below. Ignoring the pain, Aiden pulled, using all of his strength to yank the dark elf from his position...and toward the magma fissure. Turning and using his shoulder as leverage, Aiden continued to pull hard and directing his the momentum of his 'missile' towards the lava once more, hopefully for the last time. . .
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Seele controlled the chains as they whipped through the air, slashing at his infused enemy from every direction. The man proved to adept for the frenzied attack, his dual swords slashing in a defensive pattern that kept the blades from finding his flesh. The elf growled in frustration and prepared to increase the speed of his attacks, but what his opponent did next was completely unexpected. Instead of continuing to block his attacks, the swordsman dropped both swords and reached out for the lashing chains. The shadow sorcerer saw the danger at the last moment but it was already too late to redirect his attack. The chains slammed into the man's palms, ripping into his flesh as he wrapped his fingers around them. Seele desperately tried to pull the chains out of his grip, but the enhanced strength of his opponent made it impossible to extricate them. He lost his grip on the scythe entirely as the holy warrior yanked him off of his feet, spinning in a tight circle so that the sorcerer flew through the air. You must be joking...

He did not truly realize the danger of the situation until he saw that he was being spun straight towards the open crack int he ground. Magma still sizzled within the gaping fissure, and Seele no longer had a layer of magical defenses to protect him against the molten rock. Thinking quickly, the elf realized that the only way he could escape this attack was a tactic he had actually seen in his last encounter with this infuriating swordsman. He quickly recited the spell internally, knowing that it would be impossible to say it aloud when he was being whipped through the air. Oloth nindel zhah Rothe, valbyl ussta mua! Dancing Chains! The chains made of pure negative energy burst out of the ground just as he was thrown over the edge of the crevasse, lashing around his limbs and roughly yanking the elf towards safety. He gasped in pain as his injured arm slammed against the ground, roughly held in place by the shadowy magic. Every breath he drew in was laborious, the air seeming to burn in his mouth due to the intense heat, but it was preferable to being burned alive in the lava.

Seele knew that he did not have the luxury of trying to recover from the blow, immediately shifting his attention to his foe. The ghastly chains tore themselves free of the ground near the swordsman, whirling through the air in an attempt to lash him to the ground as well. The sorcerer could not move or speak, but thankfully he needed neither of those crutches to utilize his magic. He repeated the incantation to the Black Bolt spell, the orb of dark magic forming in the air above him instead of in his hand. The bolt of negative energy rocketed towards the hopefully immobilized swordsman with deadly intent. The Death Knell spell was still in effect, slowly draining away the man's life force; if Seele could keep him bound to the ground and take continue to take potshots at him his victory was almost assured by the draining magic.
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Aiden pulled, readying to slam his opponent into the lava filled fissure with finality. And then suddenly, the battle took yet another turn as dark chains ripped forth from the ground and launched into the air. Having cast a similar spell multiple times in his own experiences, Aiden knew what to expect as the ghastly chains from the ground pulled faster than even the elf could manage. Seele slammed into the ground as chains erupted from below Aiden's feet as well, threatening to ensnare him and immobilize him against the now muddy ground.

"No thank you," Aiden muttered, dropping the chains quickly and raising his hands. "Poraer!" he shouted, brushing his hands against the enveloping chains and watching as they fell away to the ground, broken. Free of the new threat, Aiden began running, already knowing that the dark elf had readied a counterattack which was now already on the way. Sure enough, he caught a glimpse of another ball of black energy sailing through the air towards his location. "Can't get a bloody break from this guy," Aiden muttered, tumbling to the side as the spell flew harmlessly by, impacting the ground a few feet away and sending a shower of dirt into the air.

Meanwhile, Aiden continued to push aside his fatigue, ignoring the effects of Seele's spell, but very much feeling them regardless. Pushing at this kind of speed was doing nothing for his remaining reserves...much less, he'd just used his dispel on the Dancing Chains, leaving his options regarding Death Knell few...if extant at all.

You're going to die, Eladrin intoned solemnly, And it's going to be allllll your fault.

"So confident in my abilities here, aren't you, Eladrin?" Aiden replied aloud, slamming his hand into his chest. "Come now, have some faith."

What are you doing?

"Switching places," Aiden said, his breathing now labored. "Deal?"

Silence greeted the request as Aiden's heart seemed to thud in his ears. Time was increasingly precious and his remedies for fighting the dark elf were growing fewer by the second. That left only the celestial itself as a true fighter in this situation--and it remained Aiden's only trump at the moment. "Please, Eladrin!"

Stop begging, came the final response as the elf was engulfed in light for what seemed to be the umpteenth time. This time, however, the changes undertaken by Aiden were far more than cosmetic as he seemed to grow serpent like scales across his body. His wings flared to life once more as the celestial took full control of the elf's body. It certainly didn't dispel Seele's draining attack, but it did give the elf far more speed and power to finish the battle than he could wield on his own. And that was worth far more than the risk of simply falling in battle--he could finally finish off the dark elf once and for all.

With a grunt, the transformation finished as Eladrin took control. "Bravo," he said, flexing his muscle quickly and testing out the body before grinning broadly. Then, fixing his eyes on the dark elf, the celestial bound forward, taking the time to grab both of Aiden's fallen blades from the ground. Then, the celestial sped forward impossibly fast. The setting of the battlefield couldn't be more fitting as lava spat out from the ground again in a final burst as Aiden's spell began to wane. The fissure closed slowly, but still threw out hot magma, a fact that the celestial knew his opponent would have to grapple with as he closed the distance, brandishing his blades and smirking.

With a roar of his own, Eladrin dodged a bit of falling lava before closing the distance, and stabbing both blades forward in a crossing, double attack. The battle was joined once more. . . .
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Seele felt the chains around his own body rumble into nothingness as the anti-magic spread through their roots, sundering not only his bonds but those that had bound his opponent. He grimaced at the inconvenience but still sprang to his feet, the recovery slower than normal due to the injuries he had accumulated. It seemed as if he could not simply wait for his magic to erode the elf's life force. He watched as the infused swordsman dodged away his next attack, the jet of negative energy striking one of the ruins instead and dissipating uselessly. The sorcerer drew in a shaky breath, feeling the air rattle in his lungs. He was using far more magic than was safe, drawing almost constantly on his arcane reserves in order to defeat this foe. For a moment he missed the bond that had once connected him to a demon and the strength that had accompanied their partnership, but he did not have the time to regret decisions that could not be unmade. He would never again serve as a thrall to another entity, even one as powerful as a demonic fiend. His voice was raw and painful when he spoke, although it still managed to be heard over this hissing of the magma. "I pity you, cretin. Forced to share your own flesh and bones with another... No more than a slave."

He almost immediately regretted the mockery, watching as the infused warrior went through the next level of transformation. Seele knew this meant he was technically no longer battling the elf, but rather the angel that shared his consciousness. Great. Just great. He gestured at the chains, ordering the dark links to wrap back around his forearms to act as a makeshift set of bracers. Scales spread across his opponent's exposed skin, the wings of fire once more extending from his shoulder blades. The sorcerer's attention was stolen away from the transformation as the fissure behind him belched out another wave of lava. Being thrown across the battlefield had brought Seele too close to the edge of the crevasse and well within the range of the molten rock. He bit back a scream as lava splashed against his back, bringing the elf to his knees as it burned through his cloak and tunic to burn his skin. The pain was almost enough to knock him out as his skin melted, the muscle underneath sizzling from the heat.

Seele glanced up, his eyes wild with rage and pain. The celestial was giving him no time to recover, picking up the discarded blades and charging forward once more. The elf knew he was in no condition to take this attack head-on. He turned towards the pile of discarded undead that had fallen to the warrior's swords earlier in the encounter, gesturing with one hand. The chain around that wrist shot out, grabbing one of the corpses by the ankle and dragging it back towards Seele. He raised the frozen body like a shield so that both of the angel's blades sank into its body instead of his own, stabbing all the way through its torso. At the same time he forced himself to cast another spell, his nerves screaming with pain at the strain of casting a spell in such a damaged condition. He skipped the incantation altogether, pumping more and more of his dwindling power into the magic to make the spell as effective as possible. Greater Dark Regeneration!

His own shadow seemed to take on a life of its own, shooting up from the ground and wrapping itself around his most grievous injuries. The sorcerer sighed with relief as the burns on his arm, leg, and back were soothed by the magic, repairing the worst of the damage and returning strength to his battered frame. When the darkness dripped off of his body it revealed that his skin was covered with thick, unsightly scars where the lava had burned away his flesh. He glared at the angel with his golden eyes, smirking slightly at the celestial being. "Much better. Have we met?" He retracted the chain that had grasped the fallen undead, leaving its corpse impaled on his opponent's swords.
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Eladrin knew he was pushing Aiden's body to the limits as he charged forward. Unlike the elf, however, the need to exterminate the evil before him was outweighing the need to heal any wounds...or do much of anything else, for that matter. A holy-tinged rage overtook him as he sliced through the body of the hastily thrown undead warrior defeated by Aiden earlier in the battle. His twin blades plunged through the tough, charred flesh of the undead, stopping his attack momentarily as a wave of shadow suddenly enveloped the dark elf.

The celestial, seasoned in battle even without his connection with Aiden, knew immediately what was happening. Simultaneously, he was filled with unease and glee as the dark elf healed his wounds, smirking as he sensed that his victory was within his grasp. Seele threw away his undead shield as he taunted, "Much better. Have we met?"

"Never!" Eladrin shot back as he pulled both blades in his grasp horizontally, cutting through the undead and sending both bloody halves crashing to the ground. Completing his motion, Eladrin raised both blades as he leapt into the air towards his opponents. He prepared his blades for a downward slash before openly incanting.

This could kill you, you know? Eladrin warned mentally, now speaking to the elf in his mind as a clear reversal of their earlier situation.

Kill him, Aiden ordered, clearly beyond caring for his own life at this point. It would be a strain to dispel the Death Knell spell at this point anyway--and the only way it could be done and not die in a powerless stage would be to take out Seele beforehand. There was no other way. Use whatever you need.

Eladrin grinned as he finished. "Cylia mys!" A thunderous roar filled the air as the area around the celestial was bathed in a white light...and then emerald flame. A high pitched whine could be heard as the sudden explosion of flame burst forth from the leaping celestial, spreading through the air and engulfing the area before it...directly towards the dark elf. Eladrin himself continued his leap forward, plunging ahead along with his attack with his swords brandished, already slashing ahead as he was determined to take down the mage, either with fire or unforgiving metal.

"Never taunt a celestial, scum."
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Seele watched as the celestial literally tore the undead in half, sending viscus black ooze splattering on the ground. He did not flinch at the grisly sight, simply preparing himself. Despite his uninjured appearance, this battle had to end soon or he would die. The moment he ran out of magic the angel would dismember him as easily as the zombie, ripping him to pieces. If he could not defeat the infused elf in the next few minutes he would be forced to either flee or feign his own death, two options that he disliked but that were preferable to death. The shadow sorcerer clasped his hands together, focusing on his remaining magical strength. Even if left only an iota in reserve for his escape, his strength had already been diminished to the point it was dangerous. Luckily, for him, he had one ability left that could prove useful in destroying the angel, a potent ability that he rarely used due to its consequences. Although it was incredibly powerful and destructive, it would truly be his last attack as the strain would almost completely deplete his strength.

The elf did not move when his opponent leapt towards him, his golden eyes tracking the man and making no physical attempt to block the descending swords. Instead the chains unfurled from his limbs, lashing through the air to provide a desperate, last defense against the blades. However, he had not been expecting the burst of fire that spread from the man's frame, emerald flames pulsing out like a supernova. Seele bit his lip and closed his eyes, turning his face away from the incoming inferno. If he wanted his next attack to be successful he could not squander even the smallest amount of magical power to block or defend against the attack, instead steeling himself for impact. The shining green fire washed over him, searing his flesh and burning the air in his lungs. Crippling pain accompanied the attack, raw nerves screaming in agony at the elf as the fire ate through his clothes and scalded his flesh, dealing more damage than any mortal should be able to sustain. Still Seele stayed on his feet, opening his eyes as soon as the fire passed by him in order to redirect the writhing chains.

The swords were already swinging down towards the elf, leaving him very little time to react. One of the chains managed to wrap around a descending weapon, subtly altering its direction so it clanged against his breastplate instead of the elf's shoulder. However, he was unable to intercept the other sword. He recognized as the holy-infused blade in the instant before it sank into his shoulder, flaring with light as it met Seele's blighted flesh. The shadow sorcerer could not suppress his scream of agony as the holy power spread through his body, burning as hot as a brand. Still he managed to stay focused on the task at hand, a bright light glowing from within his clasped hands. He spat out his reply hoarsely, feeling his lips crack and bleed with every word. "Never... underestimate... a mortal..."

He opened up his finger, his hands both glowing with an almost blinding light. Arcane Fire! The energy that flowed from his hands was not truly fire, but rather raw magical energy that screamed as it encountered the atmosphere. The sorcerer raised his hands, pointing both palms straight towards his opponent's chest as the cone of searing power shot out from his hands. It was too bright for the elf's eyes, forcing him to close them and hope that the unbridled power would finally destroy his enemy.

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Eladrin's eyes narrowed as his attack hit, sweeping the area ahead of him in a powerful flame. The celestial grunted a bit as one of his swords was batted wide, missing its mark and swerving left. But despite that, the holy broadsword found its mark, meeting flesh with a gruesome squelching sound which could barely be heard about the fiery din. The celestial looked away for a moment, finally feeling that the tide of the battle had turned irrevocably and that his elvish host had finally prevailed.

"Never... underestimate... a mortal..."

The celestial's attention was wrenched back to the task at hand as the mutter of defiance reached his ears. His eyes narrowed in anger at the insolence of this already beaten mortal--had he not suffered enough to realize when he was beaten? Apparently not. "I will kill you," Eladrin breathed, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. And that's when he felt the raw energy surrounding the dark elf. In spite of himself, Eladrin was impressed with his determined foe.

A sudden burst of energy spewed forth from Seele, cutting through the fiery, emerald light surrounding him and surging towards the oncoming celestial. There was little for Eladrin to do to counter the blast, given that most of his own energy had been devoted to his final attack. He roared in frustration, and then pain as the magic washed over his body. A furious thrashing sound filled the air as Seele's attack wrought its damage. Eladrin crossed his arms and blades in a futile attempt to block some of the damage, but that was the most he could muster. With a pained cry, the celestial was thrown backward through the air.

He hit the ground with a loud thud, rolling a distance as the flames which surrounded his body seemed to flutter in the now howling wind. His light faded as he quickly took stock of the situation...and knew it was too bad to salvage. The most that could be done would be to take on the damage himself and switch back into Aiden's body, hoping that the elf could get away from Seele altogether.

This is no longer about winning, elf, Eladrin thought quickly as he made the switch, Get away as fast as you can. This battle...won't end well for either of you if you continue. I'm convinced that he has to be stopped...and you can't do that if you're dead!

Aiden was quickly thrown back into his own body, now magicless and thrashing in pain. Burn marks covered his body, surrounded by still smoldering clothes. His hands clasped the hilt of his blades almost unconsciously as the elf looked around, searching for his opponent. The battlefield was covered in smoke and steam, obscuring Aiden's view and keeping Seele out of sight for now. Hoping that the obstacle was a shared one, the elf struggled to his feet...and grimaced instantly, biting his lip to keep from crying out.

That...really hurts... he thought, turning on his feet and moving as quickly as he dared across the pockmarked battlefield. . .


OOC: Super sorry about the amount of time between responses here. I totally dropped the ball before my trip :S
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The shadow sorcerer watched as the tendrils of raw power lanced out, lashing his opponent's body. Seele knew that the power of the attack was as devastating as it was draining to utilize. Armor and magic, skin and bone, metal and stone: nothing could resist the pure energy that he had unleashed. However, the elf had no chance to survey the damage to his opponent. He heard a cry of pain and knew that his attack had connected, but the edges of his vision were tinged with blackness and he found it difficult to focus on something as insignificant as the battle. He was dying. The fire had eaten away his clothes and his skin, leaving raw muscle exposed to the air. Each breath was a trial, his lungs rattling and wheezing with each inhalation, suggesting they had been punctured. Seele fell to his knees, struggling with his seared fingers to remove the ring from his left hand. Finally he managed to pull the blood-slick piece of jewelry off the digit, dropping it to the ground and speaking a single, soft word. "Nameless."

As the elf collapsed into unconsciousness the ring began to move, uncurling from its circular shape. It rapidly began to expand, revealing its true shape: a dragon. The reptilian creature soon reached the size of a big cat. Its true size was much larger, but the creature had seen the state of its master and knew it did not have the time to waste. The dragon crooned worriedly, raising its forearm and twitching its claws in a complicated pattern. Magic hummed in the air as it began to speak in a long-lost dialect of Draconian, a language that had perished with the destruction of the dragon's homeland. The words were rough and gravelly, reverberating oddly in the winter air. Irisv sia pliso, Whedab Irisvir!"

Arcane power spread out from the dragon, settling on Seele like a second skin. The energy hummed and sparked wherever it touched the elf's flesh, beginning to mend his skin at an accelerated rate. The muscle began to regrow, burns and blood fading as the deep tissue was repaired. Skin spread over the injured areas, brand new and flawless. The sorcerer's breathing became easier as the healing power spread through his battered body, easing his pains and mending his injuries. It was still several minutes before the elf opened his eyes, staring straight up into the night sky. He sat up slowly, supporting himself with both hands. The elf rarely had to use so much magical power in such a short amount of time. He had not felt this exhausted in such a long time, as if his very being had been squeezed dry. Seele gripped the dragon's shoulder, using its support to climb to his feet. "Thank you, Nameless..." His words were as soft as a whisper and laced with pain. The dragon met his stare with its own golden eyes before gently nuzzling its horned head against the elf's side. He smiled, a soft, friendly expression that few people in Imythess would ever see.

"Let's go." Seele did not know if the infused swordsman had survived, nor did he care. He needed to leave to recuperate from this battle regardless of his opponent's current state. The dragon nodded and began to grow once more, soon reaching the size of a bull elephant. It extended one arm so that the elf could limp up it like a ramp, painfully settling himself between the beast's shoulder blades. He could return here and study the magic of Frostfell Calling on another night. The dragon lifted itself into the air, winging away towards Taras.
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Aiden crawled along for a few yards, each inch a painful journey as his burned skin scraped across the debris-covered ground. Every muscle in his body radiated tortuously, though the elf knew full well that things could be much much worse had Eladrin not taken the brunt of the damage. Finally, he had to stop, his meager strength failing as he prepared for a final blow from the dark elf. Aiden craned his neck, looking for any sign of his foe before the final strike came.

To his surprise, a sudden light filled the air, almost certainly the precursor to yet another attack. "Well it's been nice, I suppose," Aiden muttered, closing his eyes, rolling to his back, and waiting paitently. A burst of air washed over him as a soft growl drifted through the air. Opening one eye, Aiden suddenly felt a strange dread as the form of a dragon could be seen through the still drifting dust and smoke. "You're kidding. That thing again? Why am I not surprised?"

Aiden looked on in apprehension as the long seconds drifted into longer minutes. When nothing else happened, the elf furrowed his brows and wondered what was going on. And then, just as suddenly, the dragon lifted off into the night sky, winging its way into the distance. And just like that, the battle seemed to be over. Once again, the two fighters had forced themselves into a draw, with Aiden much the worse for wear. The way things were going, the elf wouldn't survive another encounter...supposing that the trend stayed the way it had been going.

Regardless, the danger wasn't over quite yet. That much was quite clear as the quiet which had descended over the battle-made clearing was suddenly broken by the sound of slowly shuffling feet. Seele or no Seele, the undead still laid their claim to this place...and unfortunately, Aiden was still in the way.

"Just wonderful," the elf muttered, "Just. Wonderful."
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