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Post by Seraphiel on Aug 9, 2007 13:24:58 GMT -5
Seraphiel was slightly disappointed when David came at him without calling upon the aid of Bahamut. After all, as he was now, David was no more protected against Seraphiel than any other denizen of Vaenon. If he'd wanted to, Seraphiel most likely could have made this a very short fight. But instead, he humored the dragoon and let him come forth. He met the light and shadow blade with his own mysterious short sword. Magic energies crackled and hissed as they canceled each other out, neither blade touching skin. It was the same result when David's other sword clashed against Seraphiel's earthen blade, as though he had made it a point to create weapons matching David's in magical power. As they locked blades, Seraphiel simply smirked, his eyes looking right into David's, as though trying to see past the man and observe the beast he held inside him.
"You do realize that you cannot win like this David, and I'm not much for warm-ups..."
Seraphiel's eyes began to glow again, their color already a pure shade of orange. The very air around the two began to ripple and shift, until suddenly, there was an explosion of force, causing dragoon to be separated from Creator. Seraphiel stood in the same spot calmly, his orange gaze still locked upon his foe. This was all to humor his foe, who seemed to be trying to exhaust him with a long fight at the moment. Little did the poor fool know, he was just getting started...
"Well if you insist upon not showing me your full power, then I suppose Ill just have to play with our 'toys'. Hope you're ready, because this is going to be quite a show..."
Giving a mental command, he dissolved the short sword, leaving only his broadsword. Calling forth the power sealed into it, Seraphiel began to slowly rise from the ground, which was beginning to tremble and shake quite violently. With a smirk, Seraphiel unleashed the spell upon his foe. The very sand which had made up the large beach surrounding them began to rise at a rapid pace, forming itself into several large and tall shapes. One shape formed into a giant hand, its fingers ten times larger than David. The other shapes resembled waves, each rolling towards David with the fury of a sandstorm. Seraphiel had made it a point to make each individual grain of sand as sharp as a shard of glass, and each was looking to leave quite the mark on the dragoon. The 'hand' meanwhile seemed to be waiting, hovering in the air menacingly. No matter where David went, the sand followed, until finally, the waves began to crash against him. Following suit, the hand moved forth rather swiftly, until it had closed its large fist down upon the defending dragoon in one powerful motion. Seraphiel floated a few inches above the beach, which had now gone underwater thanks to the loss of most of it's sand. He chuckled, waiting to see what David would do, knowing he had to keep his guard up...just in case.
"If only you had accepted my offer David, we would not be wasting time with this meaningless fighting..."
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Post by David Draconis on Aug 9, 2007 15:34:18 GMT -5
Blade against blade with crackles of magical energies fighting against each other. A burst of energy seperated the two. David skidding to a halt with one blade cutting through the sandy shore as if trying to find more friction to stop him faster. Eventually, he came to rest and his eyes raised back up to glare at the creator. It came to him that he made the foolish mistake of charging in like this and without the power of his dragon. However, he needed to gauge his enemy's strength which he has been able to do so little of. But now, it is apparent that he would have to tap into at least the weakest form of his dragoon.
But without further time to dwell on what to do, the only command he sent his body was to flee. The sand had turned into a weapon of destruction. The waves and a single large hand. The waves followed the dragoon in which ever direction he took. A single shard had grazed passed him, creating a small cut. David continued to dodge, roll, run, hop, and take whatever necessary actions to try and keep out of the way from the waves. However, to no prevail. The waves had caught up cutting through flesh and leather armor alike. It was then that he managed to gaze up and see the hand coming down on him.
A cloud of sand and the sound of the tons of small razor sharp shards hitting the ground below. But as the cloud of earth began to spread, it suddenly was pulled in like a vacuum was created of some sort. Then an explosion of energy appeared as Seraphiel was cut off from his speech. The sand and cloud was cleared the water being pushed away from the amount of energy that was being emitted from the dragoon. However, instead of the midnight blue armor, it was a deep crimson. The armor larger and stronger than previous viewed and wings larger with another pair to make up for the added weight.
"The fight isn't meaningless." David spoke, " But perhaps you just need something to jog your memory a bit."
With his two hands glowing dangerously, his weapons sheathed at the moment, energy was being pulled in around them. The area trembling from the amount of power being radiated and then David thrusted both arms before him with his hands aimed towards the creator. "GIGAFLARE!" the word was yelled and an enormous spread of energy was released towards the godlike being. David being pushed the opposite way and whatever was in the way was cleared out of the way from the amount of energy being released. After the attack was finished being launched, the dragoon drew his weapons. In the form of Neo Bahamut, he awaited his most worthy opponent's next move.
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Post by Seraphiel on Aug 9, 2007 23:48:01 GMT -5
Seraphiel was no fool. He knew full well that his attack had not defeated David. As his words were lost in the roar of the receding sand, Seraphiel could not help but smirk even as his foe stood amongst the chaos of the moment, brimming with energy. Seeing past the new armor, Seraphiel took note of the amount of power David had now accessed. Long ago, in the Dragon-Creator wars, Bahamut had transformed into various states, each seeming to be more powerful than the last. It was his Creator's final touch, giving him a body which would constantly improve over time. It was what made Bahamut king of his race, a unique trait which made him quite the overwhelming foe. Even now, Seraphiel could recognize this form, Neo, from battles in the past. This was why he was not surprised when he detected a familiar energy signature now emanating in either of David's hands. Keeping the smirk on his lips, Seraphiel disappeared just as the bright light of the enormous energy reached him. Was he vaporized? Hardly...
"Well, that was quite impressive. With an attack like that, you could take care of entire armies...Too bad its not as effective against a single foe...Next time you should try an attack like this one..."
Seraphiel's voice came from behind David. The familiar crackle of energy gathering could be heard, and when David looked, Seraphiel was floating several feet from where he was, his eyes glowing with arcane magics as he unleashed his spell upon the dragoon. From the sky, rain began to fall upon the unsuspecting dragoon. Before long, David would notice each drop of rain was quite slimy. These droplets were not just water, but leech-like organisms. Each "smelled" the magic surrounding David and began to attack the source. Like a few of his other creations, these leeches not only preyed upon the victim's flesh and blood, but also the magic surrounding them.
"Have fun with these ones, they're quite the ravenous little fellows..."
(bah, sorry its short, gtg)
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Post by David Draconis on Aug 10, 2007 21:35:57 GMT -5
David turned to face Seraphiel as his enemy spoke. He figured that his opponent would be able to dodge such an attack dispite it's wide range. He positioned his swords into a neutral position. Both raised and ready to either attack or serve as a guard. He saw his enemy beginning to tap into his own stores of magical power. With a great burst of speed, he darted forward as if to interupt him. He slashed out with his sword of fire and ice hoping that he could trigger the benefits of the weapon, but he was to late to interupt the magic.
Wether Seraphiel backed away himself or if he caused another burst of energy to seperate them didn't matter at the moment. David started noticing how it was raining, a very strange and odd rain. The first drop hit the edge of his blade, but instead of sliding off it started to climb up the blade and towards his hand. He then heard the creator's comment.
"What did you create this time you bastard?!" he yelled out. He managed to simply fling the one leech-like creature off. However, the rain started to intensify. More of them were dropping to the ground. David decided to an action that was offensive as well as defensive. With rapid swings of both swords he managed to kill the creatures. The effects of the swords would trigger and provide their respective benefits. David slowly being healed from his previous wounds with the sharpened sand and another activating area damage or chain damage spells destroying the numbers that were on him or near him.
A more important factor was though that he kept moving. David knew as well as his dragon spirit that he could not afford to stay in one place or else he would be easily over ran. Quickly though he found himself getting no where and fast with this method. With his last swing of his fiery and chilled sword, he casted a spell to create a protective bubble around him. He then began to cast his very own spell. His eyes glowing with various draconic energies, and several large bolts where fired. Each hitting one of the leech creatures, then upon impact more sparks where created and shot towards more targets. Eventually, the magical creatures were being slaughtered by this chainspell creating a rather magnificent light show during the destruction of the creator's pets. As the creature's numbers began to reduce exponentially, stray bolts started homing in on the creator himself. And with this the dragoon darted towards his opponent as well with both swords ready to strike.
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Post by Seraphiel on Aug 12, 2007 17:55:54 GMT -5
Seraphiel could not help but chuckle as David began to discover exactly what the "rain" which was pelting him consisted of. The leeches could suck a foe dry, both the victims' blood and magic. Their size meant nothing, their numbers allowing them to take down even the mightiest foe. Still, Seraphiel was no fool, he kept his guard up even as the rain intensified, sending even more hungry leeches at the struggling dragoon. Folding his arms, Seraphiel watched as David began his counter-attack, using his magical swords, which seemed to be unaffected by the leeches' magic-draining ability. Those swords would continue to be a nuisance throughout this battle unless Seraphiel did something about them.
The Creator watched still as the dragoon known as David furthered his countering with a protective bubble of sorts. Even as the leeches were being deflected, David was constantly acting, this time throwing a few bolts out at the raining leeches. Seraphiel raised an eyebrow in interest and amusement as the bolts lashed out in a chain reaction, jumping from one leech to the next. Hundreds of dead leeches littered the sandy ground below the dragoon, many starting to wash away in the surf. It wasn't long before the bolts starting heading for Seraphiel himself. Unimpressed, Seraphiel's eyes glowed with a magical light, displaying the fact that he was gathering arcane magics even as both the bolts and their caster rushed at him.
With such weak attacks, you must be dreaming. Allow me to give you a rude awakening...
With an explosion of released magical energy, Seraphiel made that much more of his power known to the charging David. Not only did it repel and extinguish the oncoming bolts of energy, but it also knocked the dragoon out of his charge with the force of a concentrated hurricane. Tossing his earthen blade high into the air at an angle, Seraphiel prepared for his next move. Raising a hand, Seraphiel called out to the magic which was bound inside of each of David's swords. As though drawn to a magnet, the swords were ripped from their master's hands, making their way into Seraphiel's outstretched palms. Smirking, Seraphiel eyed the blades, admiring their craftsmanship and immediately noticing just what kind of magical power was infused in each. Turning his gaze back to where David had stopped being blown around, Seraphiel spoke, his eyes still glowing with a soft orange color.
"You should be proud of yourself David. Few have survived those little pets of mine, especially if they have magic in their veins. You were quite the delicacy to them, but I guess you were just too powerful for them. Then again, with swords like these, Id say you were given a rather unfair advantage...If you dont mind, Ill hold onto these for awhile. But, just to be fair, you can have mine. It should reach you shortly..."
The earthen blade that Seraphiel had flung into the sky seemed to fall right towards David as if on cue. It wasn't falling at any sort of outrageous speed, just enough for it to reach the dragoon, who would be wise to take it. Despite the fact that Seraphiel could have easily tampered with the blade, the Creator had not done a thing to it, believing that David should at least have some sort of weapon, although he also knew full well that the dragoon was not entirely defenseless. Smiling, Seraphiel raised David's swords in a defensive position, already fully aware of how to tap into their powers. Speaking again, he challenged his foe to make the next move.
"Go ahead, try it out. But if I were you, Id hurry this fight up. Im getting bored and I haven't all day..."
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Post by David Draconis on Aug 13, 2007 17:50:25 GMT -5
Another explosion of magical energies sent the dragoon of the dragon king away from his opponent. He quickly regained his stance with his swords raised to the ready. He was close, but not close enough. If it wasn't for the sheer power and size of the Neo form, he probably would've been sent further away. He heard the creator's words and felt something tugging at his arms. At first it wasn't that bother some, but then it became more violent. His swords were being pulled away from him. He kept a grip on them as best he could, but despite his strength the weapons were pulled out of his hands and into the hands of his enemy.
The earthen blade then plummeted into the ground before the dragoon warrior. A weapon offered in compensation for his original ones being taken away. Indeed, those weapons provided the warrior with abilities that would not have him waste all his own magical power. But now Seraphiel was weilding them. David stepped forward and pulled the sword out of the ground and then examined it. It was well crafted, but this fight it was going to have to deal heavy damage from any direction the attack came from. And with Seraphiel now possessing wards against four of the five major classifications magic, it was going to make some things difficult. However, David did have a trick up his sleeve.
"You know Seraphiel." he spoke, "I think it's quite odd the effect Bahamut can have on other dragon spirits. And I think it's even odd the effect that dragoons have over the weapons that they weild. Allow me to show you an example of what I'm talking about." David then placed the blade into an offensive position, one that a samurai would use when fixing to draw his weapon from it's sheath. With one hand over one edge of blade as if holding onto an invisible scabbard, he started slowly but then drew the weapon quickly, releasing a green blast of magical energy towards his opponent.
Then with a burst of speed the dragoon flew past the fired shot and then seemingly teleported from infront of the creator to behind him. It wasn't a true teleportation but more of a technique that accelerated the users body to such speeds to seem as such. Gripping the hilt of the earthen sword he went for a downward strike on Seraphiel. Though the sword was the same, it's form had changed. The sword's blade now much larger in size almost similar to Orion's Ragnorak blade. It carried an emerald green glow and at the end of the hilt was a tail that would have matched a dragons. It's already a known fact that when a dragoon activates his armor, that his weapon becomes affect by it as well. However, this was more than that. David had laced this blade with the major form of magic that Seraphiel didn't have a ward for from the two swords and was enhanced with a dragon spirit that was well known for using the type of magic, Jugan.
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Post by Seraphiel on Aug 16, 2007 14:45:05 GMT -5
(how can David call upon the powers of other dragon spirits?)
Although initially Seraphiel had been alright with a drawn-out fight with neither of them using their full potential, he was starting to have a change of heart. He wanted to end this fight soon, even if it meant showing David his true form, something that few alive in this era had ever witnessed (and lived to tell the tale). He watched as David made his next move, smirking at his little speech, which he surmised was supposed to plant doubt in his mind. He prepared himself as the green energy came soaring towards him at incredible speed. What came next was quite unexpected. Just as the energy reached its target, Seraphiel realized that his foe was behind him. The smirk never leaving his lips, Seraphiel deflected the green energy with one of David's swords, but in doing so had little to no time to react to the attack behind him. The large blade hit Seraphiel squarely in his back, sending him rocketing to the ocean below. With a huge splash, the Creator disappeared beneath the dark depths.
However, this victory could not be savored long. The water began to grow turbulent, enormous waves forming and lashing about. Energy streaked across the sky like lightning, dark clouds forming around the area as arcane magics began to gather and fill the very spot where Seraphiel had disappeared. It was happening, the transformation which would end it all. David was about to face a foe which would be unlike any he had ever encountered, his dragon spirit knowing full well what was about to transpire. It was foolish for the dragoon to have challenged Seraphiel, for once he was in a fight, the Creator planned on finishing it. Suddenly, a streak of light shot forth from the violent ocean. As soon as it had come, it vanished, at least that was it was made to seem like. A voice suddenly spoke behind David, the tone ominous and full of power.
"That would have really hurt if I had not been expecting it...Now then, where were we...?"
Behind David floated Seraphiel. No longer was he wearing his usual white coat. No longer was he even human. As a Creator, Seraphiel stood at an even taller height than before, towering behind David. His neatly combed hair was now spiked and razor sharp. Claws had sprouted from both his hands and now bare feet. A pair of dragon-like wings now stretched out from his back at a span of nearly 6 feet. Last but not least, a wicked-looking tail swung back and forth impatiently behind him, its tip pointed like an arrow, razor-sharp of course. No more hiding his power, this was it, this was the army known as Seraphiel, and now David would feel the strength of his power. Wasting no time, the transformed Seraphiel mimicked the dragoon's earlier attack, this time using much more force, not even needing David's swords, which now sat sheathed on either side of his hips. With a smirk, Seraphiel watched his foe take the same plunge he had.
"Go take a swim..."
Immediately after those words left his lips, Seraphiel extended a clawed hand. An enormous fireball began to form itself in his hand, growing by the second. Once it had become the size of a small meteor, Seraphiel let it fly in the direction David had soared. Just in case the dragoon decided to unleash his full power, Seraphiel wanted to give him something to stay occupied with. At the same time, Seraphiel was preparing another spell, one which had become quite familiar to him after he had been freed from his crystal 'prison'.
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Post by David Draconis on Aug 17, 2007 23:40:05 GMT -5
David couldn't help but let a small smirk form on his face. The hard and powerful, though not enough to kill his opponent. Not in a million years would a strike like that kill him, probably didn't even leave a scratch. However, the satisfaction of it being a clean landing blow was all he needed. It was one thing to know that the creators were not immortal and imperfect beings. It was another to believe such things. However, something was wrong and it was too late for David to react to it.
"That would have really hurt, if I wasn't expecting it..." As soon as David's ears picked up the altered voice, it was paralyzing. Not just the voice, but the sudden burst of power that he felt from his opponent. The drastic change had almost made him wonder how all the other ones were destroyed. He managed to turn around before and catch a glimpse of his opponent before he was struck down. David attempted to guard against the blow, but was too slow. The blow hit hard and hit the heavily armored dragoon falling into the sea below with a mighty crash.
It wasn't long after that David curled himself into a defensive position as if to block the magical attack that followed. The impact was enourmous as well as the explosion. The dragoon was left to suspend in the water slowly sinking. He was still alive, but had taken a large amount of damage. The earthen blade had lost the magical enhancements that was applied to it. The deep crimson dragoon armor was cracked and damaged. Pieces were floating back up to the surface or sinking to the bottom depending on their weight.
David Draconis closed his eyes feeling that his time had come. Seraphiel's power too overwhelming. The Neo armor cracked and falling apart. His swords under control of the demonic enemy. He had to get them back. Those weapons were not a crutch or tools of war, they were a gift and heirloom that was to his own family name. However, the need to fight seemed to be gone.
"GET UP!" a voice sounded and echoed in his head, "GET UP NOW! This fight is long from over! This is the creator's true form and you can't hold back anymore. It's now or never. You need to show the world and him what our true power is. You alone have been doing great, but together he can be conquered! NOW RISE AND SHOW HIM OUR POWER!"
The booming voice of Bahamut, the king of dragons and the one that managed to kill the first creator even if it lead to his own demise. The mightest had chosen David for his heritage, it was the simple fact that the Draconis clan were one of the first founders of the dragoon race. After hearing that great voice, his heart beated louder and he could feel his desires coming back. "Together." David thought to himself.
A great light was enveloping his figure, the shards of armor that had drifted away began to glow as well. The fragments of the Neo armor found their way back to David as he began to focus all his spirit power into the most powerful form. The last gift to Bahamut as he and the creator died. Two blasts of magical energy shot from where David was at. One aimed at Seraphiel and one firing past him. Then following was the earthen blade that had given the dragoon to use.
But that wasn't the end, two shots of the same attack where made coming from two directions. One above and the other from the side of Seraphiel. Each with enough power to destroy a small country. The one that fired the horizontal blast was from the Dragoon. Now his armor in the shade of a silver and platinum. Six wings spread from his back and the armor was more slender than the previous Neo form. Zero had appeared. And from above was none other, but Bahamut Zero, summoned and recreated through the magic of a dragoon.
"I believe that those belong to me." David spoke indicating the swords and used a similar technique to Seraphiel's to draw them back into his own hands. Once back into their rightful masters hands they seemed to forge with armor so that they could not be removed. David charged forward as if to strike, but stopped short and allowed the magically influenced gust of his sudden stop push towards Seraphiel and fired a Tetra Flare from his chest piece at the demon being followed by the same attack from the incarnated Bahamut.
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Post by Seraphiel on Aug 19, 2007 2:32:56 GMT -5
Whether or not David realized it, this was a one-sided fight. Despite Bahamut's immense power, Seraphiel had the advantage, simply because he had been planning on a fight like this since the time of his awakening. The dragoon race was by far the greatest threat Seraphiel would face. They were the embodiment of the very species which had nearly wiped out his own race. Bahamut was no different, in fact, he was perhaps the most powerful foe the Creator knew to exist in this era. The only thing Seraphiel had not counted on was David coming to him. With a smirk, he watched as the giant fireball collided with the ocean, causing the water to froth, steam, and boil in response.
I know you're still alive...Now come at me with everything you have...
He was expecting Bahamut to give, if not force, the rest of his power upon the dragoon, but what came next actually sent a chill down the Creator's spine. Bahamut's strength, pure, raw power, could be felt even as David remained beneath the turbulent waters below. It threw Seraphiel into a flashback, one where even the most powerful race in existence trembled as they faced off against a being which rivaled them in might both magical and physical. "He" was responsible for making history, doing something that none other had ever been able to accomplish, Bahamut, the king of dragons, had actually been able to -kill- a Creator, the very same fool which had brought forth such a beast into the young, still being shaped world. The only redemption for the Dragons' Creator came about when, after a climactic battle, both he and Bahamut perished.
But now, in the present, he was here, ready to engulf Seraphiel in his awesome power. Seraphiel might have been nervous...if not for the fact that he had a plan to silence his dragoon foe. Even now, as the energy shot forth from the water to strike Seraphiel, the Creator was gathering power to fuel his spell. The energy sliced through his diamond-hard skin, blood dripping down from the sky to signify a direct hit. Even a second beam sliced through his other shoulder, Seraphiel did not move. Something had formed in his enclosed palm, the magic he was gathering seeping into it, giving it strength. Out of the corner of his glowing orange gaze, Seraphiel saw the earthen blade he'd given David shoot past him, only to fall back into the ocean with a splash, unwanted by either fighter. It was only when he saw David rapidly surface from the water did Seraphiel act. The spell was ready, leaving plenty of arcane magic left to spare. As the energy shot towards him, the Creator raised two clenched fists, the arcane magic around him forming itself into a protective barrier. With a flash of blinding light, the energy collided with the barrier, causing huge waves of force to ripple outwards, the island which the two had originally appeared on being pummeled by the ocean's fury.
Seraphiel felt another chill as he looked at the incarnation that had suddenly appeared after the dragoon himself. Even after knowing that it was just a summoned version of the mighty dragon, Seraphiel still felt a slight unease as he faced his transformed opponent. The spell still throbbed in his palm, ready to be released. Turning to face David, Seraphiel felt a tug at his waist. Looking down, he watched as the swords belonging to the dragoon were ripped from their sheathes and returned to their original master's hands. What came next was unexpected...almost. Seraphiel saw David coming towards him, Bahamut's magic enveloping him. Preparing for an attack, Seraphiel raised an eyebrow as David stopped in mid-charge. The Creator's arcane barrier shattered as the dragoon's "aura" washed over him. What came next almost seemed in slow motion...
Blinding light lit up the sky as David and his dragon unleashed an enormous amount of energy. The light engulfed Seraphiel, and withing milliseconds, he had vanished. The dragoon's attack cut through the sky, burning the atmosphere and boiling the sea below. Islands disappeared completely, disintegrated by the powerful energy. When the light finally cleared, Seraphiel was gone. Suddenly, a voice spoke behind David, followed by a sharp, lightning-fast strike which left a searing pain in David's exposed neck.
"Nice try...but I win..."
Floating a few inches behind David, Seraphiel curled his lips into a cruel smile. His palm was outstretched, residual arcane magic swirling about it. If David could see his neck, he would notice a tiny shard of crystal jabbed into it, penetrating his skin like a splinter. Closing his eyes, Seraphiel gave forth a single mental command. Within seconds, that shard began to grow. Not just outward, but across, crawling upon David's skin at a rapidly increasing rate. Seraphiel floated downwards, watching David try to combat this new threat, his smile never leaving, for he knew no matter what the dragoon did at this point, it was too late. The spell he had just cast was exactly the one he had put on himself ages ago, after he had barely survived a rebellion by his own creation, the human race. Within moments, the dragoon would be encased in a special crystal. Not even the might of Bahamut could break free of it, the very material seeming to be harder than diamond.
"I think you shall make a lovely decoration in the throne room David. I'm sorry it had to come to this, but I did try to dissuade you earlier. Have a nice nap..."
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Post by David Draconis on Aug 20, 2007 17:16:53 GMT -5
The light from the explosion faded revealing nothing left. It was a miss and he knew it. David wasn't afraid of admitting that truth. His opponent possesed powers that he still didn't completely understand. It was then that he heard the demon's voice and as he began to turn around a sharp pain went through his body coming from the neck. His right hand letting go of the blade it simply fell and dangled from his wrist as if it was a part of his own body. He reached at where it was, he could feel his own flesh but no blood. He kept feeling for whatever it was that had caused the pain. Until he reached far enough to feel it, there was some sort of crystal there and it wasn't causing any sort of wound. It was as if it was simply attached to his skin some how and seemed to be growing.
He gripped his hand around it as best he could and tried to pull it off, however, he could not and refused to use all his strength for fearing that he might cause damage to his own body. Whatever, the case the only answer was that Seraphiel needed to be defeated before this crystal had enough time to do whatever it was it was doing.
He then heard what the supposed god spoke. "I think you shall make a lovely decoration..." Bahamut roared from above and fired more blasts that could destroy islands and small countries. With his dragon's cover fire, David charged in to meet Seraphiel in close ranged combat. He could feel the crystal begining to cover more and more of his body. He landed on the ground and pushed off at an incredible speed towards his opponent. Having both swords in his hands and ready to unleash a chain of attacks. However, he noticed something. He was slowing down.
David glanced out of the corner of his eyes to see that the crystal had already covered his back and was working on the wings and the rest of his body. Loosing momentum and quickly he had to land as flight was no longer avaible and sprinting soon turned into barely walking. The crystal was engulfing him at an expontental rate. Soon only his head the tips of his blades where not covered. The incarnation of Bahamut had long disappeared. There stood the dragoon still struggling to free himself of this mess. He cursed to himself for his foolishness. If had simply waited a bit longer to use this form, he might've had a chance to escape the crystal prison. But now there was no chance. He simply stared at the demonic creator and muttered his last words, "This will not be our final fight." Then the crystal had completely engulfed him. A few minutes later the dragoon armor faded away and the crystal filled in the empty space almost immediately. Day even though it was rather dark, seemed to had shifted even to worse. As if a part of this world, the world's best shot of having this terror being destroyed was now gone. The skies seemed to become more clouded and darker. The glowing gem that was the spirit of Bahamut shined weakly on the chain that hung around David's neck and then stopped as it went dormant. The world weaker with one less hero to stand in Seraphiel's way. A powerful source of magic now in a state of suspension to be unphased by time itself sealed away not to be used by anything else. Though most people in this world would not notice any change and think it was simply a change in the weather, those that were familiar with magic and the way it enfluenced this world would be able to tell that the king of dragons and the unknown king of the dragoons had fallen.
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Post by bara on Sept 5, 2007 20:16:18 GMT -5
Bara sat on the bed and awoke
"wow. how long was i-"
she heard sounds not to far from her room.
" is there others here right now?"
she put her head band on and walked into the hall way and heard battle cries and constant on going battle. Bara walked in only to hear
"lets move from this place. Id rather not see my citadel come to any harm, as it took me quite alot of time and energy to make it..."
Seraphiel and Davod glowed before her and started to vanish. Bara started to feel sick. she also for some reason was brought with them, intentional or not. she stood far from them and was now on a sunny each. a crystal incased around her. she frowned at david, knowing her presence was still unkown to both.
" now you sha'll sleep..."
the crystal she was in sank into the ground. glowing purple cracks started to form and move fast right toward david
" dragoon or not, you will not harm him..."
hate raged through Bara as she grew closer
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Post by Seraphiel on Sept 6, 2007 3:40:37 GMT -5
Seraphiel knew the fight was over even before he touched the sandy earth below. His speed easily helped him to avoid David's wild attacks, which only served to further tear apart the blasted tropical terrain around them. Even as he slowly landed, his eyes never leaving the sight of the struggling David, a feeling overcame the Creator. Not confidence, not pride, not even a feeling of achievement. What Seraphiel felt was relief. The fight was over before it had even begun, and as such Seraphiel was spared the possibility of a defeat. No matter what Vaenon thought, Seraphiel was still only mortal, and here he had just eliminated perhaps one of the greatest threats to his life.
Seraphiel remained calm as David did his best to fight back, charging recklessly in, causing the dragoon to be easily dodged. Before long, the dragoon was quite covered in the thick crystal, limiting David's movements and disabling his ability to fly. A few moments later and the dragoon had been stopped in his tracks, the crystal creeping up his face like a ravenous vine. Seraphiel heard the man's words just before the crystal encased him completely and the words sent another unexpected chill through the Creator's spine.
"This will not be our final fight."
Turning from the giant crystal which now held the entrapped David, Seraphiel sighed, waving a hand. Bara was stopped magically in her tracks, her body suddenly floating over to Seraphiel's side. He looked at her with his glowing orange gaze, immense power radiating from his true form. He could have erased Bara's memory of this event, and the knowledge of what his true form looked like, but at the moment, he was not concerned with such a trivial matter. Speaking in his normal voice, Seraphiel slowly began to transform his body back into its human shape.
"I dont know how you got here Bara, but this fight was between me and my opponent alone. I appreciate your willingness to help but this was a fight that few could ever hope to understand...Come, lets go home...Try not to tell anyone of what you have seen..."
With a single mental command, the landscape around them suddenly froze. All went black momentarily, the world around them disappearing. When things had returned to normal, they were back in Seraphiel's throne room in the citadel. After gentle persuasion, the now-human Seraphiel ushered Bara out the door, closing it behind him. Sighing again, he walked back to his throne, two giant crystals now a part of his "collection". The first was David in his regular form, the dragoon's eyes closed in what appeared to be peaceful slumber. On the opposite side of the throne was the second crystal. It was this one that Seraphiel briefly layed a hand upon. Inside the crystal was a woman, her body the picture of perfection. Her curves seemed able to capture any man, seduce even the mightiest of kings, and kill with a fluid grace as swift as poison. Her name was Isabella, and she had harmed him more than even the mighty David. She had betrayed him, and attempted to murder Sarai. She had always wished to be at his side, and now she would be, forever...
(kind of improvised those last couple of lines, since Isobel kind of...left the site...but hey, it fills a plot hole right?)
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Post by bara on Sept 9, 2007 1:06:19 GMT -5
" Wow, that was starange..." she just shrugged it off and walked down the hall. she stopped and turned " have i seen Him look like that before?" She stoad there and dazed in thought " David, you fool.... why did you come here....?" Bara did live with the Dragoons for a long period of time, and she knew David before but not personally. she knew others would come. Isabella had come long ago and knew she was here but didn't yet see her fate till she appeared in the throne room. Bara twintched. her eyes turned Green. "my child.... Shigure is....." she blinked and she was normel. " i don't want to hear it right now. go away" Bara silently laughed at Isabella's fate. she was a traiter. nothing more, nothing less. she then thought of David " your... a traiter, too..." she turned and then froze again. her eyes turned green "don't move...." it said in a thretmantic tone of cheerfulness. she returned to normel and frowned " STOP IT! NOT NOW!" she then started to caress it slightly. she then relaxed slightly and started to sing as she walked down the hall way. it echoed through out the citadel. it sounded like she spoke in reverse, but other parts sounded full and normel (( i couldn't remember the song i was going to type out so, here is an alturnative, www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTWbj7iUad8^^))
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Post by Omio on Sept 18, 2007 14:08:21 GMT -5
Omio, after vanaishing from the now (probably obliterated) Arzakan, was now within the shelterhold of the Citadel. He felt the death of the Neutreal dragon spirit, Bahamut. However, he was more of an elemental spellcaster anyways. He was merely affected by knowledge. Nothing in relativity to power. Well, looks like any spellcasters I face are likely to be more... feeble "My, what a disruption of stability this is going to be... It seems as if Sera as basically claimed this war." And soon enough, maybe I'll be as I should be - the greatest mage, let alone human mage, to walk the planet.
((Sorry about the short post))
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