((double post.))

Even disarming the girl proved a fatal mistake, as the blade’s mystical weight refused the beast that took it respite. The monster who managed to break her weapon grip was immediately pinned down by the blade, sending its form into the soft ground. It was completely immobile, unable to join its fellows as they attempt to ravage Licorice.


Unarmed, her fury did not stop- a display of martial skill followed the sword dance, as her carapace hands and black iron greaves tore through flesh and crushed bones. If one has ever witnessed a child tear apart a disliked toy, this was disturbingly similar. She doggedly stood her ground, fighting atop a mound of corpses.


Her rhythm was disturbed by the sudden arrival of the tranquil aura from Nehls; this allowed the creatures around her to deliver a dozen attacks that penetrated her guard. Already fighting off the ground, her Juggernaut greaves could find no footing- she was hurled a few feet into the blood stained soil, monsters tearing into her with fang and claw… one beast, caught up in the frenzy, was finally able to draw blood from the girl. She opened her mouth to cry in pain, but no sound came.


((So… the monsters give up yet? ))

((The monsters are mostly dead, in fact, there weren't an incredible amount of monsters to begin with, which means You can't be on too big of a pile. and now We must wait for Xazing, He should respond soon. Before We go and carry this thing too far.))

Banzii woke up to the night. "****it i used the wrong rune. I wanted shield not invisibility stupid man mixing up the pile." Banzii ran in the direction the men were headed he would find them and the loot they held. Banzii being the lazy type who could sleep long times without knowing it was slow however.

Xazing screamed, multiple voices coming out, diffrent tones and languages. It felt like ages between when the metalic feeling claws punctured his right side of the back to the grueling ripping out of the left side.

The act, the act it was all falling apart...

NO NO NO, the act must not end!

"NO!" Xazing yelled in an ancient sounding voice. Charging at the monster he took his gun and held it by the barrel.

It would pay, the act must go on.

Throwing the createn to the ground he hammered the createns skull again, again, again, and again. At first the creature screamed feircly and fought back at Xazing. Again and again he struck the skull slowly caving in. The creature whimpered, cried. He kept on hammering it. The jaw broke and the creature was choking on its own blood, ten minutes later the skull collapsed yet Xazing continued to beet in the school. Blood flew everywhere and cerebral mater stained the gun. Again and again he brought down the gun on his opponent.

Banzii saw the others in the distance and noticed they were in a fight. He raised his hand and shot one of the creatures into the ground until he was with the group. "Whats going on here?" he asked.

((>.> That's not the kind of question You ask during a battle.))

The creatures were for the most part dead, Narenth stabbed one that was lying on the ground, still screeching and growling. any who had not been killed had run off, twenty bodies could be seen around them.

He went over to Xazing. "That's enough, It's dead." The aura had affected Him less than some of the others. And it had worn off completely now.

He turned to Banzii. "We were attacked, why didn't you help?" He paused, thinking for a moment. "Where were you?"

Seeing that the danger was over, Avery closed his eyes and ended his trance. With the end of the trance, the sheer amount of mana depleted and the very conditions around him caused him to collapse to the ground, breathing labourously. His vision went in and out, but only for a few seconds. He manages to stay concious, but barely.

"I-I-I felt it..." He stammered, finally awnsering Narenth. "Do you happen to have a mana crystal, or a potion? I'm getting a bit l-light h-headed."

He slowly brought himself back on one knee, balancing himself on the earth and blood. His head ached considerably, sending reprecussions throughout his body. It was normal for Avery to feel the pangs mana defficiancy , a condition where a mage oversteps his reserves, forcing him to draw power from himself. But he had pulled much farther today, perhaps much more than he had at any other point in his life.

If I had gone any farther...

Avery preferred not to think of the consequences.

Xazing continued to bring it down on the creature, it had threatened everything. Again and again until a shard of the skull pierced his shoulder and came out the other side. Xazing looked at it, and grew angry which turned to tiredeness which made him pass out into the mess that once was the head of a creature.

The act must...

The wave of tranquility that washed over the bounded destroyer was an unwelcome sensation. The creatures that dared to struggle with her hand to hand now lay dead, limbs twisted and backs broken. She stood up, and went over to her blade that pinned the last attacker to the ground.

With a cold callousness she crushed the monster's skull beneath her boot heel, swung her blade mid-air to remove the blood, and sheathed it... Only then did she realize her dress had been reduced to nothing, revealing her bikini top.

She quickly went over to one of the dead soldiers, one of the hundreds she caused the deaths off, and removed his large trench coat. In her hands, the gray uniform blackened from her touch. She draped it around herself, but only buttoned up the top two buttons. She was now covered by the coat from neck to ankle, but any strong wind can easily reveal what was underneath.

She looked at her companions, and there was a slight disdain for those that used sorcery. The one that had gone berserk then passed out, however, drew her eye... but the battle had concluded, and she became rather slow and lethargic yet again, slowly making her way to the warrior that passed out. Mages were beneath her- sorcery offended her and she ignored those who were heavily rooted in magic.

She looked at the warrior late to arrive, and paid him no further heed- he had no fury, no raw emotion in him. She then stared at Narenth, as if asking him to do something with the unconscious Xazing.