The Paths of Tragedy

Seeing the portals collapse and the enemies disappearing Rornal turned his attention to Cain, he seemed to be slightly more on guard now that his army had disappeared. As Rornal walked toward Cain with a slight smug look on his face he left a few feet of distance between them, he then placed his weapon back in its holder and looked Cain directly in the eyes. "You can go now if you want to, there is no reason for you to be here now. I won't follow you, as long as you don't cause any more damage now I'll grant you a safe retreat." Rornal spoke, half calmly with a hint of amusement in his voice and on his face. Cain glared back at Rornal, half in anger and half in a kind of supressed rage. "Hmph, though I wouldn't ordinarily do this I shall leave... But tell me one thing, should you ever meet me again or my brother... What would you do?" Rornal seemed slightly puzzled by this question and made no attempt to hide it. "Well... I don't know to be honest, I guess time would be a better answerer to this, I can't say for sure what my actions would be for events could manipulate any answer I give you. I guess though not much of one, that is my answer. So, will you be going now?" Rornal stroked the tip of his Infinity Trigger gently before lowering his hand back down to his side. Cain seemed unsatisfied with the answer but prepared to take his leave, he lifted himself into the air and took flight. After Cain's presence had faded, Rornal scanned around for the presence of Damian. After a spin around the whole arena he tracked him down to a small crack in the arena wall that had not been damaged much during the fight. Rornal walked calmly toward there and crouched down slightly as he got closer, he saw a black lump in there which he pulled out. As Rornal looked over it he identified it to be Damian. Picking him up and carrying him over the shoulder he grabbed his staff in his left hand and started to walk him inside the arena where he could be taken care of. Although he didn't have too many injuries he needed care for his exhaustion in particular. After some people in white robes took him off his hands Rornal took a seat nearby, wondering if he would be approached or not, considering what had happened there was a high likelihood of it happening. It was clear what was going on in this time, his target to protect was most likely Damian, who he had taken to be cared for. And most likely, Cain was intending to slay him before Damian gains the power to defeat him. There seemed to be more to it than this, he would need to approach the others who were fighting when he got the chance. Before allowing these thoughts to overwhelm him he went for a walk around the inside of the arena, hoping he'd bump into someone recognisable soon.
 
As he ignited his anger against Testament, the dark knight could not avoid to sense the cold sound of death announcing its arrival by whispering to his ears. It was evident, Julius was now fully aware that a threatening spear was coming from straight to his head. Julius soon shifted his attention to the attacking spearman, fixing his cold stare on him. His eyes widened, Julius awaited until the last second to avoid the attack, and so he did. Surprisingly, Julius jumped away from the spear, leaving an shadowy afterimage where he once stood. The image dispersed as the spear went through it. Julius sighed as he gave away a faint laugh, then he exhaled his annoyance as he now noticed the presence of two more warriors. He recognized these two as Hera Ledro and Jake, and although he never met them before, during the little time he was here Julius was able to learn their names well.

"Ah...I see that I am surrounded..."

Julius closed his eyes as he rested his face on the palm of his left hand and then he kept laughing maniacally. "And so there was once darkness covering the land..." Julius said as he rose his blade towards the sky. His sword shinned bright red as it emanated a dark mist which surrounded Julius.

Suddenly, the shadows embraced him completely and then the mass of darkness began to expand. As soon as the mist dissipated, Julius was seen yet this time he was not alone, for now he was surrounded by his dark clones, one clone for every character present. They had pale skin and lifeless expressions, their mouths expelled dark mist and their eyes were glistening with vivid, devilish lights.

"Now we are...even...."
 
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OOC: How many clones are there? And if it is a high number, please estimate ^^
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Entas withdrew from this one, shortly after the dark, evil knight, appeared.
After all, he knew this was not a battle that he could win.
He left through the closest gate as soon as he could move.


Alumar sat there, almost enjoying the 'entertainment'
His energy levels had gotten plenty time to rise, thought he had a small mental fatigue that would not leave him just yet.

Alumar got on his feet, and readied himself for whatever might come.
Though, he did not plan out a shadow clone thing.
He sighed at the mans almost poetic way of talking. "Even in the deepest darkness of night. There is always a ray of light" Alumar explained, trying to be somewhat poetic, and philosophic as well. Not really knowing if he succeeded or not.

In either case, it was clear this person knew some of the people around here. And he gave off a rather interesting life sign to Alumar's [Detect Life]
Even thought he was at the end range of the effective distance.

It was also rather clear that this person had to e dealt with, in one way or another. Or the army invasion they just fought off, might be nothing compared.

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OOC2:
Yes, that 'poetic' attempt is stolen from Kingdom Hearts.
 
((OOC: Awesome, this'll be fun as hell!))

Hera's eyes narrowed, and his face had a calculating expression. There were clones, lots of them, and they weren't the kind of creatures that Hera would be keen on underestimating.

Without warning, the clone that had been focused on Hera leapt at him, straight alongside Jake's clone. The two warriors soon found themselves in a dance of death with the dark beasts, easily more powerful than those pitiful soldiers they had fought only a few moments previously. The Allsie's sword flashed through the air as he parried his own opponent's strikes, and he hewed and hacked at the ethereal foe with force he'd rarely fought with before. His focus was unyielding, and his face was set.

Jake and Hera soon found themselves back to back, and quickly went into a double force attack. The clones of the dark knight had them flanked, but Hera and Jake had trained together for years now; their teamwork was nothing to be scoffed.

And so Hera and Jake quickly whirled about, Jake jumping on Hera's tail as the Allsie ducked. Hera vaulted his grandson in the air with his tail and shot forward, catching his foe off guard and slicing him through the midsection.

Jake flipped in the air and shot downward, dealing a hefty two-footed blow to his own clone. But this was fun, and Jake wasn't about to give it up. With a grunt, the young Dragon rolled away and turned around, readying his sword in front of him. He could have finished off the clone, but he decided to give it the chance to get up and fight him; he'd been waiting for a good battle for a long time.

Hera turned his attention to the dark knight, keeping his sword and tail at the ready. What would be this new foe's next move?
 
Zeria's jaw dropped as a frightening likeness to herself appeared as a clone.
~The hell is that thing?! How did he...?! No. Stop overloading your thoughts, Zeria. Remain calm and do not let them see your panic~

She gripped her two main blades tightly and drew them, pointing them at the clone of herself.

"This is disgusting madness. Whomever you seem to think you are...whatever power you possess...I will end you, or die trying!"

She was angry now, and had many things she wanted to know, and for some reason, the LionHeart Gunblade still strapped to her back felt heavy, like it was beckoning to something. She ignored it and charged the clone, locking in a battle with it that lasted quite a bit of time.

Zeria struck for vitals, while the clone mocked her and went for her own. Zeria was caught off guard and took a rather deep slash to the left shoulder, wincing, but responded and countered with a stab straight through the right shoulder of the clone and began to push with force, dropping it to the floor. Her eyes turned deep green...as did the clone's.

"Natura, artis magistra!"
"Natura, artis magistra!"

In a crash of earth, both the clone and Zeria could be seen attacking each other, throwing vines and ripping up ground to chuck at each other. An explosion of dirt...........cleared to show Zeria stab her Punisher into the clone's heart.

"You lose...foul disgusting beast..."

She got up and her eyes turned back to normal as she moved to stand by Hera's side.

"What do you say we both take him on? The others can deal with their clones and get to helping afterwards..."

She winced again, the bleeding wound in her shoulder creating deep pain. Dual-wielding was going to be difficult for her now...
 
(OOC: since I am waiting of Julius to post Lucius' post. Here goes a flash back of Hejaloki and Archzil{aka armgeddon}, I know Julius wont mind this. As well the last part of this post will go into Julius' next post as Lucius)



Hejaloki was lost in thought as he watched the fight. Thinking of simalities with a past fight along side Archzil.

-5000 years ago-

Admist the darkness of the battle field stood a few beings of light among the hordes of relentless demons.

"Watch out behind you Archzil." yelled a cloaked figure.

Archzil bought his sword around and cleaved through two demons in one blow. The demons turned into crumbled obsidian. Then he yelled back to the cloaked figure, "You should watch yours too, Hejaloki."

Hejaloki heard it and bought his shield around to block the blow. Countering the demons attack with his sword. Hejaloki bought the sword through the demons heart and turning the demon into crumbled obsidian.

Time to end this Archzil thought.

Archzil raised his sword to the heavens and said, "Light shall pierce the darkness of the land...". Archzil's sword glowed a bright white and before each demon was a figure of light...

-Present day-

Hejaloki was awaken from what Lucius said.

"Sorry I was lost in thought. What did you say?"
 
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SHUNK! Wylliam felt his felt his spear sink into the ground as his attack was avoided easily by the dark knight. This didn't seem to bother Wylliam, though.

"Heh. It would seem you are no amature," he said with confidence as he straightened. He grabbed his spear in his left hand and tugged. The spear didn't budge. Wylliam laughed weakly at the knight, then turned around and began to pull at it with both hands, yielding no effect whatsoever. He whipped back around to face the knight, face contorted with effort, using both hands behind his back to try to free his weapon. Wylliam continued to speak, his words punctuated with the occasional grunt.

"Indeed, you are *urgh* quite collected and *hrngh* confident, though *ngh* you shouldn't *hoy!* take me lightly!" Unable to move it an inch, Wylliam rested against it, panting, with his back to the spear. The spear then promptly fell to the ground, an action Wylliam immediately copied. He jumped to his feet, looked suspiciously at his weapon before picking it up, then turned to face the others as dark clones began to form behind him without his notice.

"Ha! Thought that would do the trick! Sometimes my genius scares me..."

"You idiot, MOVE!" Testament screamed as a clone rushed at Wylliam's exposed back. Wylliam looked curiously over his shoulder, was jostled by the sight of the pale skinned warrior, and leapt high into the air as the being's strike swung just below his feet. As he approaced the crest of his leap, he saw Skaol and Testament each fighting their own shadow creature. Skaol didn't seem to be using his family's fighting style, but conventional swordsmanship to fight with his opponent. Testament was focused on avoiding his opponent's attacks, but took the occasional oppurtunity to release a kick to the being's abdomen or swing his violin case against the being's head.

Wylliam then turned his attention down to his own opponent, waiting for him with his sword pointed up. He began to descend, rapidly gaining speed and momentum as he approached the ground. Just as the two were about to skewer one another, Wylliam thrust his body weight forward, parried the creature's sword with his spear, followed the momentum into a flip, landed just behind his opponent, and thrust his spear into and through the creature's back. The shadow being thrashed wildly on Wylliam's spear as life drained slowly out of it. Summoning the last of its strength, the creature flung his sword behind him at Wylliam's head. Jerking his head to the side, Wylliam was unable to avoid receiving a cut to his right temple.

He grit his teeth and forced the now lifeless clone from his spear, looking to see how everyone else was doing with their creature. Skaol was staring sleepily down at the lacerated carcass of his foe, stopping the blood from his own cut from getting into his eyes with his hand. Testament was scowling and kicking the head of the corpse of his opponent, apparently in retaliation for the several cuts to his cape. Wylliam smiled and returned his focus to the main enemy, his eyes brimming with self-confidence.
 
Rene spun round as the warriors surrounded the man in the middle.

"Looks like trouble..." Rene said to himself. "Up for it Rene? ... Hell yeah!

"Now we are...even...."

Rene heard the man speak and turned his head to see several clones appear at his side instead of being alone.

"What the hell is goin' on today?" Rene said to himself

Rene sped forwards as the man in the middle summoned clones all around him. As Rene entered the battlefield he saw that each one looked like one of the warriors. Rene spotted a young woman with fiery red hair kill one of the clones and stand next to another person. Rene could tell the red head was hurt and rushed to her side.

"Allow me to deal with that." Rene smiled at her as he put his hand over her wound and summoned his Cure magic. His hand glew light green and almost instantaneously healed her wound.

"Name's Rene, hope ya don't mind but I don't fancy seeing everyone be killed today. What are your names?" Rene asked the Red head and the man who stood next to her.
 
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Zeria growled deeply at the contact from the stranger.

"I appreciate the help, but if I don't give you permission to touch me, don't touch me!"

Whoa. Her attitude was as fiery as her hair color!

"I am Zeria Iiyasei, SeeD Class S. We'll make time for introductions later. For now, we fight!"

Both blades now aimed themselves for the man in the center with the mask. She was going to make him pay for trying to harm anyone, and for creating that clone that injured her.
 
Tetchy, Rene thought to himself as the woman known as Zeria snapped at him, Aww well guess I'll just roll with it.

"That was the plan lass! I just thought you'd feel better being able to fight with both gunblades instead of just the one!" Rene smirked cheekily at her as he readied his own blade.

"Anyway, good ta meet cha!" Rene shouted in his mancunian accent as he charged forwards towards with knight with an extremely fast streak slash. Instead of finishing the attack though, he stoped it halfway and used the speed to jump skywards but still going forward so that he could attack the man from the air, even if it would only be momentarily...
 
While Rornal remained within the arena, he surveyed his surroundings when he felt a tense air building nearby, unable to relax himself he looked around for where the area of tension was resonating from. As he walked through the arena hallways he then from the corner of his felt eye saw a group of people fighting off what seemed like dolls being manipulated by darkness. Under closer inspection with his scanning equipment saw that they were not technically alive and that the source of them was very close by, as he slowly entered the arena keeping his presence unknown he lowered his body to a crouch and slowly approached the center where everyone was distracted with the enemies he then found the source of these dummies... Unfortunately he was detected first and then right before him a demonic form of himself appeared, Rornal slowly came to his full height and almost gasping in shock took a step back. "What... Are you?" Rornal asked his dummy. Showing no emotion it merely approached intimidatingly. Rornal managed to summon the courage to unsheath his sword and bear it toward his foe. Stepping slowly back he saw his opponent preparing to use his blade, a double of his own. He then ran toward Rornal and prepared a heavy lunge, Rornal managed to dodge it narrowly with a dive to the left, from his crouched position he saw his foe prepare to chop him in two but Rornal managed to perform a quick slide between his legs and slash at his foe's legs while sliding past. Rornal quickly got to his feet and held his blade in both hands and started to fight back, he ran forward and performed a sweeping slash, his foe did the same and locked their blades by the edge of one another. They broke off and tried another slash with the same result. "Wha-? You can read my every move?" Rornal started to sweat rapidly under this tension, it seemed he was fighting an indefeatable foe and needed to think up something he couldn't counter... But what's to say that he wouldn't think likewise? He started to panic slightly, he had to relax himself somehow, clear his mind. If he slipped up now he wouldn't be able to have any hope of victory. He then saw his clone engulf itself in black light... Now the tension was really heating up.
 
-----L U C I U S-----

Lucius was quite concerned with the current situation, yet he knew that exposing himself in such a vulnerable state to dark monster wouldn't be the smartest idea, after all, the demon controlled him once, so these monster could do it again. Knowing what his best option was, Lucius made his thoughts known to Hejaloki who was also trying to device a plan against their common enemy.

"Hejaloki....we must leave..."





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Amused by how his dark "brothers" fought his opponents fiercely, the malevolent Julius couldn't resist the urge to burst in sadistic laughter. As he witnessed the chaos he had brought upon the Colosseum and how the people fled in cowardice the area, the dark knight felt more than pleased. It seems that his darkened heart found a grim satisfaction in provoking suffering to others.

"So hilarious to see that you are helpless against the forces of darkness...."

Suddenly, Julius sight was drawn towards Hera Ledro, who seemed to be one of the few who managed to keep it up against the dark clones. Intrigued by the power of this "dragon warrior" and seeing him as a possible new "acquisition", Julius remained staring coldly at him. It seemed that the demon had laid his eyes on a possible new host.
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Alumar stood up, slightly smiling at the challenge issued.
As his eyes met with the shadow clone of himself. He instantly made a "limbo move" where he bended backwards.
Mere inches from his chest, a jet black orb flew past and ended up taking out a fair size of the seats in the tribune.

"So, you have a simmilar skill set. eh" he grinned wickedly.
What intrigued him the most, was that these where shadows, not living things, so his [Detect Life] where useless. He turned it off, to gain his full energy regenerative powers back.

Alumar opened both his hands, slightly elevated away from his hip, and 2 [Energy Blast]'s formed. In the same instant, the copy did the same, but his spheres where jet black

"Game on" Alumar said.

A mere second later, he sent the 2 spheres towards the shadow, which did the same, the orbs impacted in the air. making a large explosion of light and dark mists.
Alumar used this second of poor sight, to send yet another one against the shadow, as he ran towards it, though, it thought the same, and yet another explosion was made.
Alumar had to roll away to evade the blast wave.
As he rolled, he got to his feet, and created a fire ball, as well as an orb of lightning.
He sent the fireball first, and the lightning straight after. The fireball was struck by a back sphere, and the lightning was diverted by a sword the shadow had picked up, and thrown towards it.

Alumar grinned. He had a few ideas left.
His eyes barely glowed for a split second, and his speed was heightened.
As he ran towards the shadow, he noted the shadow did the same. Apparently they had a simmilar spell list.
Alumar thought for a second. though the shadow did not, a black orb landed a mere foot from him, sending him flying.
The shadow too the opportunity, to land a well placed punch into Alumar's chest. Sending him rolling away, only to stop at a small pile of sand.

He got to his feet, and coughed. And he grinned.
Alumar had a plan.
He turned off the haste spell, and for some reason the shadow did the same.
His idea worked. He sent 2 fireballs toward it again, mainly for distraction, and 2 jet black orbs intercepted them. Making a fiery and black mist colored explosion.

He activated the Ring, as he held that held behind himself. He double cast Haste. Making the shadow cast haste as well.

Alumar feigned the same speed as a single haste spell, as he ran towards the shadow. As the shadow charged a black sphere. Alumar took use of the extra speed.
Alumar dodged the incoming spheres, and ended up in front of the shadow with his right hand holding around the shadow's face.

"Smite" he grinned, as a bright flash followed.
As the flash was gone, as was the shadows head, and it fell to the ground, lifeless as a shadow should be.

Alumar turned off the haste spells, and looked around, he was not the only one that managed to take care of them.
 
((OOC: Actually guys, they're clones of Julius, not yourselves. You're fighting copies of himself, not your own shadow selves :neomon: ))

Hera Ledro met the stare that the dark knight was giving him. There was something about him, something that caused Hera unease. His power was undeniable, that was to be sure, but it was the actual way his opponent held himself. Something about it bespoke deceit and tragedy, death and misery in the past. The feeling was so powerful that Hera almost felt sympathetic for the dark knight.

But he couldn't let this deceive him. He had no proof as to the man's past, so there was no telling what he could or would do. For the first time in a long time, Hera felt genuinely frightened; he didn't know who this man was, or what he could do. It was the lack of knowledge that scared the Allsie the most, the inability to comprehend what this man could do.

And yet, his face bore a mask that was radically opposite to his fright. He was no coward, he would not let his fright command his actions. His face reflected that of a warrior with no fear, a born fighter who fought only to protect what he loved.

And nothing would change that.

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Felldoh sat against the wall. "Would you listen to that, Brome?" The younger mouse looked up at his squirrel friend with a puzzling look. "Listen, Brome, you can hear the sounds of battle in the courtyard." The mouse strained his ears as per his friends request, and then nodded grimly; through the corridors, he could hear the sounds of battle.

A grim smile played across Felldoh's features. "Listen to that, they're having all the fun."

Brome returned to the fox he was watching over, and shook his head. "I'm not a fighter, Felldoh, I'm a healer. That's the stuff you do." Brome quirked his head a bit as he looked at the fox. "Felldoh, this fox is smaller than us...a lot smaller."

"Yeah," Felldoh snickered, "He's small all right. I bet I could stamp him out with my paw."

"Don't even think about it." Brome's voice was defiant and challenging, though his eyes remained fixed on the fox. "We're not home anymore, Felldoh, the creatures here are different. How do we know he's not a good person?"

"He's vermin," Felldoh spat. "That's all we need to know. I got beaten by them enough to never trust a fox again."

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Jake parried his foe's sword and played to the side. His gigantic zweihander flashed through the air, playfully deflecting the assaults of his foe. It was frustrating, though; no matter how much he toyed with the shadow clone, he could get no emotional response, not even anger!

"Come on," Jake crowed, "You've gotta be able to do better than this!" As if in response, the clone doubled its efforts and struck at Jake. Jake laughed and dodged to the side.

He'd decided enough was enough. With a flourish of the Soul Shredder, Jake carved his foe's head from the body. The creature crumpled in a heap, and Jake whirled around, ready for whatever opponent wished to come forth and challenge him.
 
(OOC: another flash back in this post)

Hejaloki listen to Lucius, but where to go. Hejaloki thought of a place and looked at Lucius.

"Alright, let us make haste. As I have been hiding us from Armgeddon." As soon as Hejaloki said that he took a mortal form.

--4000 years ago--

On the Realm of Light. In the angelic stronghold, Halls of Light.

"Hey Archzil." said Hejaloki as he chased him down the hall.

"Why hello there, Hejaloki" replied Archzil.

"I have just met the most beautiful woman." Hejaloki said.

"Who is the lucky girl?" asked Archzil.

"Joila..."
 
OOC: I assumed it was like this, as I asked in the sing up, and I was told that it was of us. And since Julius posted later, and did not mention it, I assumed he agreed, so I will not edit my post.
And lets face it, Alumar would have little problems with a shadow sword wielder, if it can use no magic. Haste + bombardment. ^^
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Alumar looked at the knight person in the center, he was the one that made the clones, and emitted an aura of dark evil.

To make sure that he was not taken by surprise, he re-activated [Detect Life] and followed the knight closely.

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Soris awoke, slowly with his eyes only.
He was no longer in the arena, judging by the room, he was in a lobby of sorts.

"He's vermin," A voice stated, making Soris somewhat sure it was intended towards him.
He held his voice in, to make sure that he was not hunted again.
He turned his eyes towards the ones talking. And what he saw, was a giant mouse and squirrel looking creatures.

He jumped away, taking a few fast steps. Ending up a few meters away from them. Though slight balance problems, he began looking for the closest exit point. While looking at the creatures.
He urged to speak, but he was not certain if he should.
He stood his ground, with what balance he had.
 
As his clone finished his transformation, Rornal gazed in horror at his doppelganger in his first stage transformation. If Rornal didn't hurry he would be finished, holding his sword in both hands hesitantly he tried to think of something--anything that could save him. His hands were clearly shaking and his body was exhausting itself too quickly. Rornal then thought up a plan, he would use this clone's power against him. He took a few steps back, trying to hide his fear with a confident grin while his clone approached in the same menacing walk as before. "Come on, what's the matter, you afraid?" Rornal called at the clone, barely stopping his own fear as he said this. Then he remembered one advantage he had over his transformed state... He could fire projectiles, his first stage transformation could not. Pointing his Infinity Trigger at his foe, he took aim at his helm and readied his finger on the trigger.

"Hah, it's over now... You have one weakness that I can take advantage of, now die!" Rornal clearly had more confidence now, the clone seemed unphased by this and continued to walk towards him. Rornal aimed straight between the clone's 'eyes' and then fired round after round at it, the clone was knocked back slightly and his helm flew off from the impact, showing the black misty form that enveloped its physical body. The clone then grew slightly more aggressive and ran forward with blade in hand towards Rornal. Rornal tried to dodge this with a roll to the side but was struck by the sharp boots of his clone which slightly impaled his torso. Brought to his hands and knees, Rornal started to cough up blood and almost started to be sick. The kick had made him lose a lot of energy in his frail form, slowly climbing to his feet, he held his stomach for support and then his clones punched him full force in the face, he didn't want to kill him now, just prolong the torment. Then his clone stood over him and with his sword in hand slowly brought it to Rornal's neck. Then in a spur of the moment he thrust his sword deep into his clone's torso. "Drop dead asshole" Rornal remarked to his clone before firing 7 rounds into the clone's now open stomach. The clone then fell dead and was lain over Rornal, being as weak as he was he started to fire a few more rounds to ease the weight on him so he could escape.

When Rornal finally got up, his face now covered in blood and his body on the verge of collapse Rornal fell to his knees, he then let out a pool of blood and vomit before his vision became blurry and he fell back. He started to feel the effects of blacking out as he started to blink, each more blurry than the last. With what little energy remained he uttered a few words, hoping someone would hear them. "Help... Me... Heal..." He then blacked out and his body lay there limp.
 
Wylliam looked from the Dark Knight to Hera, then back to the Dark Knight. What was with that almost longing stare that Hera was getting? Wylliam dashed to a spot just in front of Hera and pointed his spear at the man.

"I don't know what funny ideas are floating around that skull of yours," Wylliam growled, shaking his spear for emphasis, "but you better point that gaze somewhere else. Perhaps the powers of darkness are strong, but nothing can stand against Wylliam Morgan when he's protecting his friends!"

As Wylliam stood there doing his best to look intimidating, a small pebble flew from out of nowhere and hit the right side of his helm with a 'ping.' "Fool!" Testament's voice rang out. Wylliam looked with shock to his right to see the girlish man marching at him, violin case once again at his side. He stopped and pointed a gloved finger at the Dragoon. "You think you look cool?! You think that just because you're standing up for the blue guy, you're suddenly gonna be strong enough to protect him?!" Testament shifted his pointing from Wylliam to Hera, though didn't look away from the spearsman. "Your conceit goes way beyond hubris! Open your eyes! You are way outclassed, both by that dark guy and by big blue here, and you wanna get between them?!"

"Don't underestimate human will," Skaol said gently from behind Testament, placing a hand on his shoulder. He then stepped past him and looked at Wylliam seriously. "Still, you really do need to be careful about your limits."

Wylliam stamped his foot in frustration. He may be a narcissist, but he knew that he really was out of his league this time. Please God, Wylliam prayed silently, doubling the grip on his spear and staring intently at his feet while his eyes began to tear, please give me the strength I need to protect my friends. Please...

Skaol looked sadly at Wylliam and turned to Hera. "Please be careful. Wylliam would never forgive himself if a friend got hurt while he watched helplessly from the side. I don't want him to do anything stupid." Of course I'm one to talk, he thought, I wouldn't hesitate to give my life to save Wylliam's.

Testament grunted in disgust and turned away from the sappy scene, looking instead to the enemy. Humans are truly revolting... not to mention helplessly cliche...
 
OOC: Okay, I'm lost now. Let's just assume that I'm already at the battle, facing a clone.
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"Just what in the world is going on here?!" Arthvader said as a clone of the dark knight appeared in front of him. 'This is bad, I better finish this and fast.' He thought as he drew out his weapons. At the same time, the clone took out a dark blade from his hilt. As the two crossed blades, Arthvader seemed to have gotten the early advantage against the clone, as he managed to knock the clone back with a hard hit.

The clone, though, recovered quickly and charged back towards Arthvader, attcking by swinging it's swords horizontally. surprised by the speed the clone possesed, he was hit hard by the clone's attack, knocking him back at least ten feet, crashing into a wall. '*coughs* Didn't expected it to be tougher than this. This should get intresting.'

Just as he pushed himself off the wall, Arthvader started to deliver several wave slashes towards the clone. The clone, though, managed to dodge the vast majority of the attack, taking hits from at least two of the slashes. ""So, you think you can defeat me with such pathetic moves? Where is that warrior I knew from a long time ago?" Said the clone, which surprised Arthvader. 'He talked!? And what does he mean when he said that? Is it possible that I knew this person..." As he was thinking about what the clone had said, the clone appeared behind him, preparing to deliver the possible fatal blow. "It seems that this is the end of the line for you. It's too bad you won't be around when your friends are also suffering. Now, say goodbye!" Just as the clone was about to deliver the fatal blow, Arthvader manges guard the attack by placing his swords above his head. "Just because you had the advantage dosen't mean you'll win." Arthvader said as he pushed the clone's blade away. He then quickly turned around and delivered a fatal counter attack at the clone's torso area. the hit succeeded, and the clone collasped to it's knees. "It seems that you haven't lost your touch, Arthvader. you did good. Just don't the rest of this battle to be like this anymore..." These were the last words the clone said just as it vanished. With that battle done with, Arthvader turned his attention to the dark knight.

'Just who is this guy? I feel as if I've met him before. No matter. He has endangered everyone here. I'll make sure that he goes down.'
 
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Hera Ledro allowed himself a small chuckle. The man he'd seen at the mansion, who'd had a tremendously disrespectful demeanour, was now seemingly rooting for him.

Hera walked up beside Wylliam, still chuckling lightly. "Don't worry Wylliam, I'm not about to die here. I've been living for more than nine million years, a dark knight isn't going to bring me down so easily."

He shifted his gaze from the dark knight to the man he'd seen at the mansion. "Well, your attitude could use some adjusting, but at least we know you're a good guy."

Hera's look then shifted to Skaol, and he sent the man a smile. His stare then returned to the dark knight, and a cold look became etched in his face. This was going to be no easy fight, but Hera was no mean warrior...Some way, he would win.

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Felldoh eyed the fox distastefully as it sprang up. Brome was startled but quickly regained his composure. Both of them noticed that the fox was uneasy, but whereas Felldoh eyed the fox with obvious contempt, Brome was more sympathetic, and extended a cautious paw to the fox.

"Don't worry, mate," Brome said, keeping his voice low and slow, so that he wouldn't scare the fox. "You got hurt, we're trying to help you."

"Brome, he's smart," Felldoh said contemptuously. "Hera told us so; don't talk to him like he's a idiot."

Brome shot Felldoh a scathing look before returning to the fox. "You hurt your head, and I was treating it. Are you alright, or can I work on it some more?"
 
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