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Post by Sayf al-Din on Sept 1, 2016 6:58:23 GMT -6
精神病の愛 You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS 681 NOTES fite me irl | Destiny.
Such an interesting concept. Who knew that one word could have so much influence on humanity? From the youngest to the eldest, the lives of every single being on Remnant - human and Faunus - were under its influence. Even he, the man known as Sayf al-Din, couldn’t deviate from the path destiny had set before him. What was about to happen was but a speed bump in the road ahead, and he was prepared - now more than ever - for the trial before him. It was here, just outside the City of Setek, that he would engage in a one-on-one duel against Aisio Pendragon. They had fought once, months ago, during the Siege of Rift.
However, at that time, she knew him as a different man. Finn Cullen. Sayf was a man that was slightly over average height, lingering around six feet tall. Of muscular build, he was broad and hardened from years performing the duties of a Huntsman. More recently, however, and the first thing Aisio would notice - assuming he removed the bandages wrapped around his face - is the large scar over his left eye. While he still had his sight, Sayf had made it a point to rely on his undamaged eye - utilizing his Semblance to make up for his loss of view. His black tattered robes, and the shoulder cape imprinted with his true name - Æthelwulf - completed his attire. Not that such things ever really mattered.
If he had to, he was more than willing to fight without being clothed.
But what were his motives for doing all of this? Simply put - humanity had “fallen away.” The great gifts Remnant had given to mankind were now being taken advantage of, to such a point that rumors were circulating that even Dust mines would run dry after a few more decades. It was a terrible predicament - and it was all because of man. It was for this reason that Sayf helped establish the Rhagargoelion - the secret order that would come to be demonized as the Cult of Saint Ashes. Their goal was simple: allow the Wills to eradicate mankind, hopefully leaving the powerful - thanks to their Semblances, in an effort to reclaim the planet and create a new world that worked for all. There were, of course, exceptions to be made on that perilous journey.
There was a time when, following their first battle, Sayf believed Aisio might be such an exception. The Pendragons were a world renowned family of Hunters, and she was the last - if he so recalled - of her line. Having such a name behind the Order would do them a great deal of good, and could help steer the masses on - what they truly believed - was the right path. He knew such a thing would be near impossible, though. Aisio was too young, too proud, to fully understand the magnitude of what was about to happen. All out war. With every passing day, the might behind the Rhagargoelion grew, stacking their chips against the rest of the world. There would be resistance, and it would be crushed like a bug under the sole of his boot.
Equipped to Sayf was a rather large amount of Dust - several crystals of several individual types. These paled when compared to the string of Void Dust that he wore around his neck. Of course, there was also the many Dust tattoos covering his body that allowed for the conjuring of his weapon - Ecclesia - a crude formless weapon that was able to take the shape of almost anything he had in mind. It was usually a scythe, a weapon form Aisio was no stranger to him using in the past. All these things suited Sayf for his battle against the fiery-haired Huntress, all these things would see to it that he found victory. Aisio’s only hope for survival was to bring her best - and to not hold back.
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Post by Aisio Pendragon on Sept 1, 2016 11:57:01 GMT -6
Aisio ran through the streets of Setek, eyes narrowed as she made her way to the walls. Someone had called her out, with a whisper that pierced the air to enter her ears and no one else's. She had to know who this was, why they called her in particular, and more importantly what they knew about the Taijitu that she had just taken down. She was still a little weakened from the fight previous, her aura already depleted as she rapidly approached the walls surrounding the desert city. She shuddered, a feeling of darkness flowing over her as she got closer. Something was out there, something big, something bad, and something very, very dangerous. She paused for a moment as she scaled a set of stairs upon the inner side of the wall. Ascending the stone barrier, she perched atop it and stared out over the sands. Her short crimson hair flared around her face in the wind, glowing red eyes scouring the pale sands seeking something different. Black trench coat whipped around her in the fierce gale, showing off the deep red leather armor underneath.
It also showcased the harness she wore. Two straps of leather crossed her chest, one loaded with two cylindrical glass chambers, each with a red dust crystal within. The other held another chamber, but this one contained a yellow crystal encased in the glass. Underneath this specific chamber sat Flamelash, the golden revolver glimmering in the desert sun. Transparent cylinder loaded into its chamber, with a shining red spear of dust entrapped within. Concealed beneath her trench coat, and upon the harness at her shoulder blades sat the dust she used with her semblance. The red and blue crystal sat upon her back, awaiting the time to be activated to unleash their elemental destruction on their opponent. Resting on her back was the ornate black scabbard of Excalibur, dark leather embroidered with gold and emblazoned with the Pendragon crest-a green dragon wrapped around a red greatsword. The ornate golden hilt stuck out the top of it, stretching well above Aisio's small frame. Her shield, a red and gold round shield inlaid with green crystals, sat over the scabbard on her back.
Her eyes found a man in the desert, one with bandages over his face and an AE upon his cloak. This was the man who had summoned her, and she turned her gaze to the void dust strung around his neck. Aisio's glowing eyes narrowed, her fiery red aura beginning to crackle around her. No wonder she had felt such danger, the sheer presence of that evil crystal had instilled a deep feeling of foreboding in her heart. Her shield was pulled off her back and fell into her hand and for a moment, the flame haired, burning eyed huntress simply stood upon the wall, glaring at the one who summoned her. Then she summoned her wings, the red wings roaring into life behind her and spreading wide, giving her the look of an angel of war intent on claiming this bandaged man's soul for Valhalla. Then she stepped off the wall, falling gently to the ground and landing with barely a puff of sand. Her wings coiled around her for a moment, wrapping around her like a shell.
Then she stood, her wings expanding behind her and flaring to their full size, extending behind her as a symbol of her power. The force of the expansion sent a gust of wind out in a circle around her, almost seeming to clear out a small area in the sandstorm for a moment. In an instant Excalibur was in her hand, the shattered blade's innate flame crackling to life and coiling around the broken points of the weapon. She pointed the blade at the man her eyes narrowed and roaring with determination, and she spoke in a calm and forceful voice. "I am Aisio Pendragon, the broken warrior. The last heir of the noble Pendragon house, inheritor of the Wings of Icarus and wielder of the legendary blade Excalibur. You have summoned me out here, why? Who are you?" She was ready for a fight, this much was clear, but she also wasn't holding herself in a raw fighting stance. She wanted the answers to her questions first, all she knew was that this man had called her out here, and that he had void dust.
That, and the dark pit of dread in her stomach. This was big, and she could almost feel the danger surrounding her in that very moment. The feeling was terrifying, but also steeling. She had to succeed here, no matter what success was.
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Post by Sayf al-Din on Sept 4, 2016 8:08:41 GMT -6
精神病の愛 You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS 539 NOTES Cut to the chase | It was time.
Off in the distance, Sayf could hear someone approaching. Someone determined. No doubt in his mind that this was Aisio Pendragon, the woman he had challenged - for the second time. His hands clenched into fists, the leather of his gloves creaking quietly in response. The subtle sound of her landing in the sand was met with the slight cocking of his head, his eye locking on her as he turned slowly to face the red-haired woman. "I am Aisio Pendragon, the broken warrior. The last heir of the noble Pendragon house, inheritor of the Wings of Icarus and wielder of the legendary blade Excalibur. You have summoned me out here, why? Who are you?"
Such a demanding tone for a woman that had worn herself down fighting the Taijitu Nagara. It seemed Ms. Pendragon needed to be humbled, and he intended to do just that. A deep chuckle boomed under his breath, with Sayf slowly raising his hands - showing her he had no weapon in-hand (though this was not true, as Ecclesia was formless) - before pulling the heavy black hood off his head. “It’s good to see you again, Pendragon.” He responded, gingerly tugging free the tie in the bandages covering his face. Uncoiling the bloodied rags, Sayf’s face became more and more visible, until letting them drop to the desert floor.
Finn Cullen.
Æthelwulf Cullinane.
Sayf-al Din.
Any of these names would have been accurate, but Aisio knew him as the first. The two had battled one another some time ago during the Siege of Rift, an event Sayf had played a large part in setting up. His face was different than that day, however, most notably the large scar over the left side of his face - leaving his left eye sewn shut. This was the source that had reddened the bandages that covered his face, leaving Sayf to let the bandages remain in place as a testament to his change. He was not the same man he portrayed during the battle in Rift. Sayf was powerful, ruthless - a far cry from most challenges Pendragon likely faced in the past.
He was a monster.
“My name is Æthelwulf Cullinane.” He added, answering her request for his name. “You know me as Sir Finn Cullen of the Knights of Rift, others know me as Sayf al-Din. I am the Commander of the Rhagargoelion - the organization you ignorant people call the Cult of Saint Ashes.” Holding out his hand, a small crimson-red orb levitated just over his hand - this was Ecclesia. “I hope you’re ready for a real fight, Aisio.” He warned. “This will be far, far different compared to the last time we met.” His weapon pulsed slightly before twisting into a form she would recognize - the weapon he had used against her in Rift. “Let’s start with something a little familiar!”
Within the span of a simple blink of an eye, Sayf was upon her, swinging Ecclesia towards her abdomen. This would serve as Aisio’s ultimate test. She needed to either kill him, or die.
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Post by Aisio Pendragon on Sept 5, 2016 0:19:14 GMT -6
His voice. There was something about his voice that pulled at Aisio's brain. It seemed familiar, and it was nagging at the back of her mind intently. Then his words clicked in her brain, and her eyes narrowed as she glared at him. Somehow this man knew her, further cementing the fact that she knew him, recognized his voice. She just couldn't place it, and the effort caused her brow to furrow, eyes narrowing further. She tried to find his voice in her memory, digging through the hectic past few months in search of something, anything to associate with this man. Her mind finally wound its way to Rift, and she began to grasp who this man was. Her eyes began to widen as he pulled the last of the bloody bandages from his face. Aisio's fighting stance disappeared, her arms dropping to her side as she stared, dumbstruck at the man before her.
Sir Finn Cullen, otherwise known as Finn Tosenslayer.
Aisio stared with crimson eyes wide, mouth agape and wingtips fallen to the ground. It wasn't until she felt the leather wrapped grip of Excalibur leave her hands that she snapped out of her stupor. Finn somehow materialized the scythe, the same weapon she had fought prior but somewhat different, and charged her. Excalibur hit the ground, the flaming blade displacing the sand underneath it before the fire coating it was smothered by the desert. Aisio's eyes focused, her shield lifting back up before her as he advanced. She didn't have time to pick it up, nor did she have time to shift her shield to the other arm. So she had only one option, and her wings raised from the ground and glowed bright red for a moment as she drew upon the power of the scarlet crystal upon her harness. She flapped, backwards and upwards and sending a wave of heat into the ground below as the winged huntress herself sailed above the sweeping slash.
The heat wave passed over the sand and superheated it, crystalizing the granules and transforming them into glass beneath her. She glowered at Finn as she ascended, getting a good six feet above her opponent. "Something familiar huh? How about this!" In an instant Flamelash was pulled from its holster and pointed at Finn. Aisio fired once, twice, three times before flicking the switch on the side of it. Three darts of fire flew from the golden barrel, the glass cylinder glowing with a red light with each pull of the trigger. Upon flicking the switch the barrel, still with flames licking at the muzzle, stretched and morphed onto the hilt. Another quick flick of her finger and the long flaming whip extended from the barrel, stretching almost to the ground at rest, which is where Aisio left it.
She hovered there, wings occasionally flapping to maintain her altitude as she held her position. "Why, Sir Cullen? You fought for Rift, you were so confident the King was innocent, that the attack on Rift was wrong. Was that because you perpetrated it? What is your role in all this, what is, Rhagargoelian?" She stuttered out the name of his organization, struggling to get the pronunciation correct. Even still, she didn't quite mimic what Finn said exactly, partially due to the fact she was still distracted when he said it. The fiery whip crackled in the midst of the sandstorm, Aisio's fiery visage visible even from within the walls of the nearby city. "Why call me here? Why do you desire this rematch?" All through this, while her face and eyes were filled with determination and her crackling crimson aura emanated that feeling, her words held a twinge of doubt. She felt that something was wrong, maybe here, maybe back at Rift. Perhaps this was who held her answers, and not the Princess.
Combat Notes:
Aura: 293/400
Crystal Chamber: 15/20
Spare Chambers: 2 Fire, 1 Electric
Ice Crystal: 5/5
Fire Crystal: 4/5
Wing Duration: 13/15
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Post by Sayf al-Din on Sept 5, 2016 19:24:28 GMT -6
精神病の愛 You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS 499 NOTES Die. | Grinning, Sayf braced for the heat from Aisio’s wings to strike him. He knew she wasn’t stupid, and expected her to put up a fight. Bringing up his free arm, the veteran warrior shielded his face from the heat, shrugging the rest off as a minor annoyance. "Something familiar huh? How about this!" She declared, firing off a series of flaming darts in his direction. A wicked smirk formed across his rigid features, and Sayf’s eyes narrowed as they locked on her from above. His movements were fluid, but almost a blur, using Ecclesia to swipe the darts of flame to the ground. The whip that followed was exactly what he expected, though she didn’t use it right away.
"Why, Sir Cullen? You fought for Rift, you were so confident the King was innocent, that the attack on Rift was wrong. Was that because you perpetrated it? What is your role in all this, what is, Rhagargoelian?" She called down, in what seemed to be an effort to interrogate him. Did Aisio think she had the advantage? Chuckling under his breath, Sayf allowed his weapon to revert back to its true orb form before breaking out into laughter. “The Rhagargoelion, Aisio, is the antivenom to Remnant’s greatest poison - mankind.” He responded, using his free hand to slick back his hair. “Even you have to see what kind of evil persists in the world - all because malicious men and women sit in power.”
Ecclesia pulsed again, taking a form similar to Aisio’s Flamelash. The difference was Sayf’s crude copy was more akin to a scourge, barbed and twisted to inflict extreme amounts of damage. The barbs looked like demonic claws, grasping to rip away flesh and muscle. “What I told you in Rift, Aisio, was that Eisen had nothing to do with the attack on Barnett.” He continued, slowly beginning to swing Ecclesia to build momentum. “That’s because there was no attack on Barnett. It was all planned, long ago. Before Eisen and his wife came into power, before the birth of the princess. We’ve been waiting, patiently, for the Wills to return.”
"Why call me here? Why do you desire this rematch?" Aisio asked, a good question all things considered.
“Isn’t it obvious?” He laughed, the scourge whipping in a violent circle. “I called you here so I could kill you.”
Again, Sayf vanished into thin air. The obvious thing would be to attack from behind or above, but he did neither. From below, he unleashed the scourge, intent on either wrapping it around Aisio’s ankle to throw her to the ground. If that didn’t work, if it at least touched her, the damage would be massive. That was, of course, assuming she didn’t dodge or use her Aura.
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Post by Aisio Pendragon on Sept 6, 2016 15:01:17 GMT -6
Aisio wasn't surprised as Finn cut her darts out of the air, the moment she saw his face she knew this wouldn't be easy for her. “The Rhagargoelion, Aisio, is the antivenom to Remnant’s greatest poison - mankind.” His response caught her mildly off guard, causing her eyes to widen for a moment then narrow as she thought. “Even you have to see what kind of evil persists in the world - all because malicious men and women sit in power.” Sure, she knew of some bad people who held power. Some tales of the Pendragons of old show them as racist, malicious, power hungry rich fools. But just because some of humanity was evil didn't make all of them bad, nor did it mean that they needed an antivenom. They didn't need to be cleansed, the amount of good people outweighed the bad. It was clear to her that Finn, no, AEthelwulf, would not be convinced otherwise. He defended his cause with the fervor he defended the king back in Rift, this was not going to be easy.
As his weapon shifted once more, this time into a similar weapon to her own, Aisio brought her mind back to the fight at hand. In changing his weapon to that form, it gave the flying huntress an advantage. She knew how whips were used, she understood the fighting styles that went with it and simply how much effort it took to wield one properly. Even still she knew better then to underestimate him, so she had to focus on this fight. Then he began speaking again, explaining his prior interaction with her "What I told you in Rift, Aisio, was that Eisen had nothing to do with the attack on Barnett." Aisio nodded slowly, her mind slowly piecing things together. If that were the case, it must have been him, right? "That’s because there was no attack on Barnett. It was all planned, long ago. Before Eisen and his wife came into power, before the birth of the princess. We’ve been waiting, patiently, for the Wills to return." With that, the final piece clicked into place, and Aisio staggered in the air, dipping down for a moment.
"But, that would mean. Barnett? He's working with, with you?" She shook her head, refusing to believe it, yet knowing it was true. The Pendragons had always lived in Legion, always been loyal to the city, since long before anyone can remember. It couldn't be, the leader of her great city couldn't be allied with someone so, so deranged. But it made too much sense, the attack on Rift, marrying the queen, executing the king. She had attributed the citizen's lack of knowledge to King Eisen's treachery, but it wasn't just the citizens. The king himself, the way he acted, it didn't make sense despite that she had dismissed it. She needed to win this battle, an inkling of a plan forming in her brain. Aisio had to make it back to Vytal, had to talk to the princess, and above all else she had to do one thing.
Make sure Finn Cullen couldn't share any of his knowledge with Barnett.
He vanished into thin air, his whip swinging at her ankles. She knew she couldn't let that barbed weapon hit her, especially considering the disgusting purple color of it. It may be made of the void dust upon his neck, and as it swung Aisio dodged in the only way she could. Up. Flapping her wings and soaring upwards, she ascended higher and higher, gaining an additional 10 feet on her opponent and getting far out of range of either of their weapons. At least, as it stood now. Aisio spun around and glared down at him and gripping tightly to her own whip. She shouted down to him, straining to let her voice be heard over the distance she had created. "I can't allow you to continue your deranged crusade. For the safety of humanity you can not be allowed to leave this battlefield. And once you have fallen, I will expose Barnett as a traitor and bring honor back to Legion. Do you remember that word? Honor? I don't think so, if you did you wouldn't dare to have ever called yourself a knight." With that she flicked her wrist, cracking her own whip down towards him. It wouldn't reach him as is, but with a pull of the trigger flames roared down the whip. As it swung the end grew outward, continuing the swing with extended range. It gained just enough range to slash across his face before the fires at the end dispersed into embers.
Combat Notes:
Aura: 293/400
Crystal Chamber: 13/20
Spare Chambers: 2 Fire, 1 Electric
Ice Crystal: 5/5
Fire Crystal: 4/5
Wing Duration: 9/15
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Post by Sayf al-Din on Sept 8, 2016 15:23:20 GMT -6
精神病の愛 You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS 412 NOTES fite me irl | Sayf’s grin curled maniacally, watching almost proudly as Aisio evaded her attack. There was no doubt in his mind that she would have, especially considering it was the most convenient route for her to take. She was, by all counts, playing right into his hand. "I can't allow you to continue your deranged crusade. For the safety of humanity you can not be allowed to leave this battlefield. And once you have fallen, I will expose Barnett as a traitor and bring honor back to Legion. Do you remember that word? Honor? I don't think so, if you did you wouldn't dare to have ever called yourself a knight." She called after him.
A scoff would be his only response as he watched her crack the whip of her weapon, eyeing it carefully as Aisio pulled the trigger. Flames weaved down the whip, giving it much more reach than it would without. ’Clever girl.’ He thought to himself, bracing as the whip slashed across his face. A deep, bloody gash formed along the reddened trail left by the weapon. Had his face not been scarred already, it stood to reason that he’d be left rather upset. Instead, Sayf gritted his teeh, his Aura pulsing dark blue as the gash on his face healed.
His features seemed to become sharper and clean as a result, the scuffs from the sandstorm having been erased from his features. Once again, a soft pulse of Aura, and Sayf disappeared. He appeared immediately at Aisio’s side, driving a readied dagger towards her, intent on jabbing into the young woman’s lower back. “I’m not afraid of you or anyone else in that defunct royal house of yours, Pendragon.” He laughed as he attacked, the Void Dust around his neck beginning to glow. Ecclesia began to pulse as well, attaching itself to the dagger and growing in size.
This would be his follow-up - morphing the dagger into a sword.
Depending on how she moved, if at all, the sudden shift in range was sure to make up for that. The dagger almost appeared to flash in a series of violent colors, extending and shifting into the form of a twisted and horrific weapon. Aisio Pendragon of Legion versus the legendary Finn Tosenslayer, Commander of the Knights of Rift. Though the two stood against one another, this clash of heroes had only just begun.
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Post by Aisio Pendragon on Sept 9, 2016 21:02:56 GMT -6
Aisio's face remained unchanged as her blow landed, the fires extending the whip dispersing into embers and returning it to its normal length. As Finn disappeared she kept a watchful eye and ear, listening and looking for any sign of where he would show up next. Lucky for her he gave her that sign, but his words threw her off balance. Defunct family, the words described the Pendragons perfectly. Her eyes went wide and it took her a few too many seconds to spin around and see the blade coming down at her. She raised her shield, and had it remained a dagger she may have stopped it entirely. But it didn't, and as his strange, malleable weapon wrapped around it all Aisio could do was change the trajectory of the strike slightly. As she spun her shield to do just that, the wind crystals on the front glowed and emitted a gust of wind pushing her backwards.
It wasn't enough to evade the strike, though she did redirect it into her arm instead of her chest. Pain pulsated from the gash now present on her left arm, the only thing keeping her shield in place the fact it was strapped to her arm. As her shield's wind blasted her away she flapped her wings once, intent on gaining even more distance. Her flaming aura ignited around her wound, licking at it and healing it quickly. Aisio glared at her opponent, flicking off the two switches on Flamelash to first retract the whip, then to transform it back into pistol form. "You know nothing about my family!" She spat the words at Finn, tears forming at the edges of her glowering eyes. A small part of her mind went back to that fateful moment, when her father and brother fell to the Grimm. They fell to evil, evil like this man she was fighting.
Her hand clenched around Flamelash, her resolve strengthened with the memory of why she was fighting. Her family had always protected humanity, always been there to fight for Remnent. She may be the last Pendragon to live, but she would go down upholding that legacy. House Pendragon will be remembered as a family of heroes, all of them fighting for the good of all. Aisio pulled her wings in and plummeted towards the ground, angling herself into a full dive. She aimed for a specific point, her fallen blade, Excalibur. She fired two shots at Finn as she descended, the fiery bolts soaring through the sandstorm towards their target. As she approached the ground her wings flew out to each side, banking her along the surface of the desert towards her sword. She stored Flamelash back upon her harness and reached a hand out to grasp Excalibur as she flew past. Her fingers tightened upon its hilt, a smile hitting her face at the familiar and comforting feeling of it.
Aisio lifted the blade up and flapped her wings, lifting herself upright and swiping Excalibur through the air as she did. The green crystal glowed within the battered hilt, and a piercing shriek resonated from her location from the sudden vacuum created by the slash. The air filled the void instantly, the influx sending a blast of wind straight towards Finn. She hovered just over the ground, fire licking across Excalibur's surface once more as she held the weapon. "Do not think to underestimate me. I am a Pendragon! And we never yield, never back down, and never fall without taking something with us. My family is not defunct, we are legends! So come, Sir Cullen, AEthelwulf, whatever you wish to be called. You want to kill me?" Aisio held her shield up and grasped Excalibur tighter, red wisps coiling off her and glowing eyes filled with almost foolhardy determination.
"Prove to me you can."
Combat Notes:
Aura: 270/400
Crystal Chamber: 11/20
Spare Chambers: 2 Fire, 1 Electric
Ice Crystal: 5/5
Fire Crystal: 4/5
Wing Duration: 8/15
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Post by Sayf al-Din on Sept 11, 2016 8:18:24 GMT -6
精神病の愛 You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS 581 NOTES doomball of doom | His attack missed its initial mark, but thanks to Ecclesia’s sudden transformation and Aisio’s less-than-fast-enough response time, his followup met a mark of its own. The blade gashed into the young woman’s arm, but she quickly pushed herself away with her wings of fire. Sayf smirked, shaking his head with an audible ”tsk tsk tsk.” He swept his hand through his dark hair as the lady Pendragon’s weapon transformed. "You know nothing about my family!" She snapped. While he wouldn’t have noticed in any other setting, the slight glint of tears forming in her eyes was a signal to the seasoned warrior.
Emotion.
Weakness.
While he hadn’t expected Aisio to do what she did next, Sayf was sure that somewhere - deep down - her rationale was running thin. She appeared to be charging him with reckless abandon, a tactic that was sure to get the young woman killed. He watched as she descended, smiling as she aimed her gun towards her and fired off two rounds. Ecclesia melded into a large shield, soaking up the bullets and displacing the vibration that followed impact. It caused is arm t tingle, albeit slightly, much to his surprise. Just what was she going for, anyway? That sword, of course. Sayf chuckled under his breath, turning to see Aisio snatch up the sword and take a new position.
Excellent.
Her attack was excellent, and by all counts in good form, but it was going to take much more than that if she planned on going toe-to-toe with Sayf at his fullest. Watching patiently as her Wind Dust blast pulsed towards him, the dark beads around his neck began to glow. Raising his hand, the blast of air stopped roughly five inches from his hand, pushing the man back about a foot. Where it stopped, the greenish hue of the wind attack began to crackle and change color - adopting an insidious black and red coloration. An excellent display of the awesome power behind Void Dust - elemental corruption.
"Do not think to underestimate me. I am a Pendragon! And we never yield, never back down, and never fall without taking something with us. My family is not defunct, we are legends! So come, Sir Cullen, AEthelwulf, whatever you wish to be called. You want to kill me? Prove to me you can." The man shook his head again, his lack of taking Aisio seriously a clear attempt at berating the woman. “Very well then, Pendragon.” He said back in a calm, but almost hissing, tone. “If that is what you wish, then that is how it will be.” The corrupt ball of Dust energy began whipping violently, sparking with hellish energies as it grew in size.
“Aura, the power of our soul…The only sustenance for the Void.” He murmured, holding the now massive orb in position before it suddenly stopped spinning. “It will hunt down your soul like a starving Tosen, and tear you to oblivion.” His eyes narrowed, focusing wholly on Aisio before him. “I hope you’re ready to die today, Aisio Pendragon.” He declared. “You will not leave here a complete being.” With that, the giant black ball of energy - roughly eight feet in diameter - launched itself towards Aisio at incredible speed.
Their battle had now truly begun.
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Post by Aisio Pendragon on Sept 12, 2016 1:24:54 GMT -6
Aisio stared with wide eyes at the crackling wind, awestruck by the sheer power being showcased. The black and red wind, and how easily he caught it, shocked Aisio and brought to her mind just how young she truly was. She hadn't seen much of the world, had never seen even an Elder Taijitu outside books before today. Now she was seeing the strength of void dust firsthand, fighting the head of the infamous Cult of St. Ashes. The orb began to grow within his palm, and it continued to grow as she watched. His words seemed so bored, so calm, and the attempt to berate her worked. She lifted her wings and prepared to take off, but then Finn threw the ball of corrupted wind at her, and it sped towards her with impossible speed. Aisio reacted much quicker this time, turning and flying away from it at top speed, streaking above the desert like a crimson comet and pushing herself faster than she'd ever gone before.
It wasn't fast enough though, she could feel the terrible power gaining on her, and a glance behind her confirmed her fears. The massive orb of evil was catching up to her and fast, leaving her no option but to turn and face it. She leaned to the left, banking and pulling her shield up between her and the large sphere. Her wings tucked in behind her and her feet moved towards the ground, landing just as the attack connected to her shield. The impact sent her skidding through the sand, and while her shield protected her enough to prevent her death, the void attack scraped along her wings and legs. Aisio cried out in pain, her wings burning with pain and her aura protecting her legs. She hit a packed part of sand and toppled, bouncing along the desert's surface for a good few seconds. Through all this she somehow managed to keep her grip on Excalibur, and her shield was strapped to her arm. Or rather, what was left of it was.
The mixture of wood and metal was cracked and broken, the green crystals within it turned black from the attack. When the winged huntress finally stopped moving, the whole piece crumbled and the newly voided crystals dropped to the sand. Aisio's wings were limp upon her back, lying over her unmoving form as she splayed upon the sand. Bruises and skid marks coated her body, ones that she didn't feel the need to heal with her aura, and her face was twisted into a pained grimace. Still her aura curled around her, crackling to life and wrapping around Excalibur. The fiery blade became enveloped in a red glow, her aura coiling around the shattered tip and attaching to it. Soon what was once a strange looking broken longsword became a massive greatsword once more, one Aisio stuck into the ground and used to stand up.
She lifted herself with the assistance of Excalibur, burning wings still immobile behind her and eyes peeling open. Her trench coat was in tatters upon her body, the sleeves torn and the fabric almost gone below her waist. Her red leather armor was in far better shape, being built to withstand more than just a skid along the sand, but its red color was tinted yellow. Aisio looked around to find Finn in the sandstorm, lifting her blade and placing both hands upon the pommel. Its flames coiled around the additional length created by her aura happily, flaring off the point and blade as she pulled it in front of her. The sword was just about the size of her, but she held it with such confidence, the face of pain replaced by confidence.
"Behold, AEthelwulf, Excalibur! The blade of kings!" Her wings lifted from the ground, flaring behind her in a display of power. The two leather straps from her shield were still upon her arm, though with nothing connected to them, as she stood proudly upon the sands. Then she launched towards him, wings pushing her towards him with as much speed as she could manage. Instead of swinging as soon as she got in range for her oversized sword, she continued getting as close to him as she could before drawing on the ice crystal on her harness, the gentle blue glow visible through the tattered remains of her coat. The wing gust blasted a stream of icicles from each wing towards Finn and sent Aisio backwards, where she then followed with a large swing of Excalibur. A guttural bellow roared from Aisio's lips, her crimson eyes showing a face of pure fury.
Combat Notes:
Aura: 203/400
Crystal Chamber: 11/20
Spare Chambers: 2 Fire, 1 Electric
Ice Crystal: 4/5
Fire Crystal: 4/5
Wing Duration: 5/15
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