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Of Missions and... Berserkers? : The Crazy Lives of Assassins
« on: October 26, 2008, 06:59:42 PM »
(Takes place directly after \'Of Missions and Gossips: The Scandalous Lives of Assassins\')

The half-djinn was fast as he easily tracked the High Apprentice in her berserker mode, not that it was hard to tail her considering the way she rammed through anything that got in her way. He was relieved however, that the students\' quarters remained unmolested as she had made her way towards the science laboratories. With the woodland backdrop, it was safe to say that no one (in their right mind anyway) would be up traipsing through in the dead of the night.

As exciting as this little impromptu adventure was, Kaid was not at all pleased, something that was obvious given the way he was grumbling under his breath with his step towards his quarry. Sounds of a scuffle broke out, echoing through the trees, and he rushed head on into the clearing. Worse still was the sudden flare of dark magick, very powerful magick. Had the female assassin succumbed to her wound? “Damnit! I have a class to teach in the bloody morning! This is not a fucking good time!” he roared in frustration as he skidded to a halt at the sight of Benson. But it wasn\'t the elf that had made his skin crawl. No, it was that thing with that huge weapon thing that looked solid enough to cut down a damn tree with one swing. Instantly, Kaid knew that this would not be an opponent he could take down by himself.

Shit! Where the hell is backup when you need it?!

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« Reply #1 on: November 03, 2008, 08:24:54 AM »
Benson could hardly keep up with Idrial’s violent aggression, for a woman she was swift and physically powerful for a woman her age. He tried talking to her as he fought with his friend but she wouldn’t answer, she was out for violence tonight. He werewolf side was clearly showing through, it scared Benson that if he didn’t somehow keep her in this area away from the Academy she might eradicate someone. He was determined not to let that happen even if it meant fighting to the death with Idrial.

Benson once again parried another immense blow from Idrial, the vibration from the assault travelled its way down his sword. He slashed at her several times, trying to break through her defenses, even if it was in the slightest way but he was failing miserably at the moment. After what seemed like hours Idrial left her defenses wide open and Benson took the advantage, spinning his body around her next blow he raised his sword and with infinite force his sword came in contact with her body. Slicing her arm deeply, he watched in horror as the blood bubbled from her arm with extreme speed.

Idrial took a step backwards and slowly looked at her arm, the cut was deep and she was sure she could see bone. None of that mattered; she didn’t care how badly she got wounded from this fight. She wanted to fight until she could fight no more; she gripped her daggers within her hands letting the blood rivulet down her arm. She came at Benson with incredible speed, there weapons locked together. Idrial could feel her arm growing weak but she was bound and determined, she wouldn’t give up the werewolf within her wouldn’t let it happen. Benson gave her a swift and powerful shove which knocked her backwards, he took advantage and jumped ready to land on her and maybe hold her down.

Idrial saw the attack coming and summoned a whip of air, picking him out the sky in mid jump. He crashed to the ground which knocked the wind out of his lungs; Idrial slowly arose with a wicked smile on her face. She summoned a circle of air around them this spell could not be detected until they were once inside the circle, by then it was already to late for them to escape. Anyone could enter but they could not leave unless the spell caster removed the spell or was knocked unconscious or dead. She summoned two large fireballs in her hands; she heard a strange voice that was surprisingly calm and yet it fed the werewolf inside her. She mentally nodded before aiming the fireballs at Benson. He literally had only a split second to react; the one scorched his shirt sleeve just a little.

Benson then got a look on his face that was giving the impression she had to be killed, a feeling that just suddenly washed over him. She had to be killed there was no other way; he swiftly got off his feet placing his sword in front of him. He quickly sent a blast of air her way, knocking her back oh her back. He leaped into the air with his sword placed downwards, plunging his sword into her shoulder. She howled with pain and while she remained on the ground, he stood over top of her with a smile on his face.

“Your kind Idrial do not belong in this world.” She raised his sword and plunged it into her stomach; he raised his sword again to put it straight through her heart. Idrial reacted with slicing his leg deeply. It caused him to yell in which she kicked Benson with her Powerful legs sending him once again into the dirt. She was livid now and she looked at Benson with glowing orange eyes. Her breathing was erratic as she stared at Benson, he hands curled into fists which cause her nails to draw blood in her hands. Her jaw clenched with extreme force which should have shattered her teeth into a million pieces. She raised her head and howled, she no longer had control the beast had truly taken over. Bones broke and shifted within her body to make room for the immense monster she was about to become, a machine that was breed for killing.

She was well built and quite lithe for a werewolf, in many clans that she had encountered over the years she was quite beautiful in her monster of a form or so she had been told. She locked eyes on Benson and howled with an intense rage. He quickly stood into his fighting stance; Idrial came at him with unnatural speed. He twisted to the outside slicing her side, he was then thrown once again. He looked up to see some creature with a sword and Kaid himself. Idrial once again came at him and this time he parried her attacks with his sword, slicing Idrial’s hands he yelled as loudly as he could towards the Master, “KAID …”

Before he could even react her jaws crunched down on his shoulder. He yelled in pain by the attack, Idrial shook her jaws shredding his shoulder like tissue paper. Before picking him up and throwing him clearly across the circle. He quickly summoned his healing magick and healed more of the wound before he was forced once again to make another split second decision as Idrial hurled herself at him. He rolled to the side, only one or two of her fingers came in contact with his back but damn they burned. He turned around instinct raised his sword, Idrial came inches away from his face, the sword went through her chest and she howled in pain. She quickly backed off of him before pulling the sword out of her chest and throwing it behind her, now he was without a weapon. He stood there as she once again charged at him; he quickly blew powder in her face which caused her to jump back.

He ran to retrieve his weapon but his arm was caught in her teeth, she pulled him to the ground and tore his arm open. Shredding his arm like it was nothing but wet paper. He screamed in pain as she chewed on him arm, he punched her several times in the face before she let go, he ran like the wind to retrieve his sword. He grasped his sword in his good hand and started to heal his arm before Idrial had him pinned, the only thing between him and Idrial from ripping his throat out was his sword. He didn’t know how long he would be pinned before his chewed up arm caved. What scared Benson even more was the blood lust in her eyes, he kept the sword firmly at her throat at she snapped her teeth. He yelled once again for Kaid at the top of his lungs, Idrial’s jaws just inches away from his throat and his strength beginning to diminish on him.

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« Reply #2 on: November 05, 2008, 12:41:52 AM »
Achrynoth watched the fight from a fairly good distance, staying out of the way, yet mentally goading Idrial onward. He was pleased that she was so easy to manipulate, and someone this easy to manipulate would be a valuable asset in his cause. She could be a very good assassin if he could drive her in the right directions.

The appearance of a third person was not all unexpected, they were making enough noise and commotion that he was actually surprised that half of the country side was not in audience... "Hell Djinn, glad you could join us."

Achrynoth moved forward, the robes rustling around his humanistic form as he approached the Djinn, "You are here to save Benson? Or to save Idrial from herself? I\'m sorry though, someone will be dying by the end of the night if she doesn\'t shape up. So be careful."

A sly smile crept across his face and a deep throaty laughed escaped his lips.

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« Reply #3 on: November 18, 2008, 02:03:27 PM »
Anytmur\'ssdrol Auvrylyl looked up from his book as he heard the a scream of pain. Quickly, standing up and after making sure he had all his weapons he headed out the door without so much as blink in surprise as he ran towards the sound, even though surprise was exactly how he felt.
Fights have always occurred in the Academy, after all, this was a school for assassins, but somehow; this felt different. He couldn\'t describe it, it was probably a lot of little things, where, if he were to sit down and think about, which he would probably do later, he would no doubt find out how, but he didn\'t have the time right now, he had to find out what was going on.
 
Not long after his departure did he see someone else running in the same direction as he, though he stayed in his shadow until he heard a loud yell, screaming the name "Kaid".
Quickly going through his memory as he ran, he recalled that Kaid was a Master at the school. If this man he was following was indeed Kaid than something serious was happening.
 
Lost in his thought, he hadn\'t noticed that Kaid had stopped, nearly running into him, he no doubt had been spotted from that. He privately scolded himself for being so careless as he looked where the excitement was coming from.
This time he did blink in surprise.
 
What in Hell is going on? He thought to himself as he watched as, what looked like, a werewolf biting the arm of an elf, though, from his point of few, he couldn\'t see his face.
 
Making sure that no one else but Kaid, who was close enough, could see him, he turned from the fight for a quick glance at him. "What is going on here?" He asked as he looked back at the fight.

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« Reply #4 on: November 23, 2008, 12:53:03 AM »
At the sound of his name being yelled out frenetically, Kaid knew without a doubt that the situation had gone straight to hell. There were so many problems to address such as the one where they had a werewolf gone berserk, a werewolf who had a wound infected by dark magick, an elf about to be cut down by said werewolf and an intruder. The intruder was the one that posed the most problem because the half-djinn could tell that this was someone whom you would not want to mess with even on the bastard\'s good day.

“No need to yell! I can hear you perfectly fine!” he snapped out a reply to Benson, his eye darting back and forth from the duo engaged in combat to the man with the fucking huge weapon. His eye narrowed as he warily watched the approching form of the intruder, subtly tensing when he knew that he was in hot soup given that he didn\'t even have his scimitar along for the ride. But he was still an assassin and the rule of thumb is to never be caught without a weapon of some sort which was why his hand was reaching into the folds of his robe to grab at the poisoned senbon needles he had concealed. “I\'m here to kick the shit out of you, that\'s what I\'m here for,” he snarled and widened his stance just in case. However, it seemed that the other was only watching, and that unnerved Kaid even more.

The appearance of another behind him made him glance quickly over his shoulder before his attention back to one before him. “A dance performance," was his succint reply with a bit of a snort. "What does it look like? We have a dumb werewolf stricken with some dark magick-infested wound on a rampage and an intruder. Are you the backup? I sure hope that you know a thing or two about dark magick, like how to beat it the fuck out of the lovely lady over there,” he added in a mutter, telling him without being direct that he should haul his ass over to the duelling couple and rescue the poor elf before he was torn apart and be eaten or something to that effect. He had no idea who the newcomer was, but he had seen him around the school before.

The whole time he kept his gaze fixed upon the more dangerous foe as he spoke to the man behind him. “Or if you\'d rather gave a go with Sir Bastard over here, you can go right ahead.” Somehow, the master had a feeling that this particular foe was not here to engage himself in battle, more like an observer of sorts. Whatever the case, he had to get rid of him.

During their little chit-chat session, Kaid only hoped that Benson could hold out just a little bit longer.

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« Reply #5 on: November 25, 2008, 12:43:01 AM »
Achrynoth looked over the newcomer, nothing worth his time to be honest, but this half-djinn might be someone he could have some fun with. Maybe he would prove some what of a challenge. Reaching up over his shoulder, Achrynoth grabbed the hilt of Soul Eater and pulled it from its straps and held it before him like it weighed nothing, before thrusting the end of the blade into the ground and leaning on it, "Hello, Master Kaid. I\'ve been wanting to meet someone of your... experience for some time. People like our dear Idrial are just not up to the challenge these days."

The lich looked over to the fight. No one was getting in or out of that shield that Idrial had errected, alive or dead...save himself and the only reason he suspected he could make it out again would be because he was incapable of death for the most part. Turning back to Master Kaid, he smiled, releasing a slight portion of the spell that gave him skin around his face, letting the decayed flesh around his smile show, "How long it is I have waited...But patience comes with many years of practice."

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« Reply #6 on: November 27, 2008, 01:52:29 PM »
Benson knew that help wouldn’t come any time soon and he had no choice that to pull his dagger and stab it in between Idrial’s ribs. He twisted the blade with such force that he cracked one of her ribs. Idrial immediately let the hold she had on Benson loosen, he quickly got to his feet holding his blade out in front of him waiting for Idrial to make her next move. He couldn’t afford to look at Kaid or the intruder with Idrial in the stage of rage that she was showing.

Idrial once again lunged at Benson, her teeth coming within inches of his throat. He once again sliced her chest with his only weapon. She howled in pain as she obtained another wound from Benson, she was breathing hard from all the movement that she was doing in trying to attack Benson. Blood was streaming from her nose and trickled down her muzzle, Benson on the other hand had very few wounds due to his talent in healing with magick. Idrial watched his wary as she began to circle him slowly on all fours; Benson remained in a tense pose waiting for her to strike. She endlessly circled him, switching in between clock-wise and counter clock wise circles. Watching Benson with intense and blood lust eyes.

She was overwhelmed with a feeling that she had to kill someone or something tonight and it didn’t matter what just as long it was something she could tear apart. She finally lunged at him with extreme speed, knocking him to the ground. He placed his sword once again between him and her lethal jaws, “Idrial listen to me this isn’t you … Think of Jaq for fucks sake. Think of Jaq!” Her teeth almost clamped down on his neck when she heard the word Jaq. She slowly pulled back only to howl in pain, she shook her head back and forth.

What was wrong with her, this wasn’t her at all, her hand like paws clenched the ground that was beneath them. She looked at him as if he was telling him not to come near as she was still very unstable, she then caught of whiff of something and lightly sniffed the air. She whipped her head towards the intruder and growled towards the man. It was a Lich; she shrieked with intensity that she thought she would have burst a lung. She ran like the wind towards the Lich not wanting to stop, his kind had killed a tribe of shape shifters and werewolves long ago. She wanted all of them all dead.

She was far away from the Lich when she jumped from where she was running, landing a good 20 feet away from the Lich. She growled at the Lich and paced back and forth showing her intent that she wanted him dead, she then began to change without knowing. Blue flames licked her body with intensity, till there was nothing let but blue and black flames. She lowered her head letting her bones and muscle tissue shift once again, her body became more agile and slim rather than muscular but the strength was still there within her in massive amounts.

She took a few steps forward leaving blue flaming paw prints on the ground, her eyes were glowing red. One of her ears twitched as she heard Benson yelling at Idrial to back off before she killed herself, she already knew she was in the stage where backing off wasn’t an option. She jumped in the air aiming her paws for the Lich, something inside her knew this was her fault and she wouldn’t let another die let alone another Master die for her mistakes. This was her fault and hers alone and if she had to die for it then so be it. She opened her Jaws wide as she came closer to the Lich meaning to grab his throat and tear it right out.

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« Reply #7 on: November 28, 2008, 06:51:57 AM »
"I know how to defend it, and how to remove most Dark Spells, but to best a Lich?" Antmur\'ss responded, sounding more cocky than he should, but under the circumstances, he doubted Master Kaid would mind. If the truth were ever told, Antmur\'ss wasn\'t sure what he was going to, he just knew he had act and fast.
 
Watching the fight for a few seconds, he knew that unless the Lich was extremely distracted, he wouldn\'t be able to remove the spell, and even then not without help. "Not by myself, I can\'t. I need help and fort he Lich to be distracted."
But before he could act, the werewolf saw the Lich and ran towards it. He heard the Master call out to someone named "Idrail", and figured that to be the werewolf.
 
We\'re running out of time. He thought, growing angry. He wanted to rush in there and beat the every-living crap out of both the werewolf and the Lich, but he knew that this would be the most, and last, stupid mistake he\'d ever make, so instead he held still for a precious moment, a moment that he couldn\'t waste.
 
Running towards the werewolf and the Lich, Antmur\'ss was still unsure what he was going to do, he just had to do something. Hey, at least if I make it through this I might High Apprentice. He thought in a detached moment. But didn\'t spend long on the thought, instead he drew in all the powers he could muster and tried to think of a way to defend the werewolf, and himself, against the Lich.

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« Reply #8 on: December 02, 2008, 01:45:13 PM »
"Oh... This is just great," Achrynoth stated blatantly with a sigh as the werewolf charged at him. The thing was in such a blood lust that he hardly felt threatened by it, chances are it\'d just attempt to hammer him to death which likely would do very little if the thing could even get close to him.

As the werewolf closed in, he released the spell that disguised him as a human, his body twisting grotesquely to reform into his natural state. As he did so he hefted Soul Eater and swung it with such a force the the very ground beneath the swing erupted, surging forward forming a jagged wall of stone and wind capable of decimating anything in front of it.

He immediatly turned towards everyone else, knowing that the werewolf would have to find another way to get to him, which would easily buy him some time to deal with these...other pests.

Reaching out mentally with such a force that would shatter nearly any imcompetant mortal\'s mental barriers, he invaded the mind of the elf that was rushing half-heartedly towards him, "If you want to survive this day, turn around and leave. I will not kill you if I do not have to."

Basically at the same time he glared at Master Kaid, "You had best pull your little pets back Master Kaid, they are in way over their head\'s. I did not come here to kill them, only to - collect - something that is mine... I hope you don\'t mind, I did not intend for such a thing to happen, in truth... it was not my fault at all."

With a twist of his wrist and a flick of two fingers in a specific pattern, Achrynoth moved instantly from where he stood to stand about seven feet behind Master Kaid, "I hope you\'ll make the wisest choice... I\'d hate to have to hurt someone."

He then raised Soul Eater, pointing the dual-pointed blade at the back of the Master\'s neck, "One can only hope though..." He laughed ominously as it reverberated about the clearing.

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« Reply #9 on: December 02, 2008, 11:22:42 PM »
Things were progressing quickly, too quickly for Kaid\'s liking because for one thing, the lot that he was rolling with were all of lower rank than he was, meaning that he was appointed the unofficial commander. And being that would also mean he would have to be in charge, and not just charge like Idrial and and the newcomer – what was his name? Doesn\'t matter.

What does matter was the startling revelation thrown at him by the apprentice regarding their foe – that they were dealing with a Lich. Lovely tidbit, that. One that caused him to swear out loud in a menacing growl. Armed with nothing but his poisoned needles, he knew for a fact that he would not stand a chance against it. Nor will the others if they didn\'t somehow band together and come up with a good plan. And Kaid was shitty when it comes to conjuring up good plans. Just wonderful.

A sudden thought came to him then, something about what he had learnt of Liches. As powerful as they were, they had one colossal weakness, had they not? Something along the lines of destroying that which was the source of their power... or something like that. And knowing what had been taught to him all those years ago about such creatures, he knew for a fact that they keep their power source close to them.

All they had to do was to find it.

Just then, the Lich decided to perform a nifty trick, one that had the half-djinn making a disgusted face. “Oh for the love of... please, keep your human form. This one is just shit ugly,” he snorted out as though he cared more for aesthetics rather than the impending battle as he firmly stood his ground despite the cracking earth and the burst of sinister, dark magic. Hah! Like he would be intimidated. As if he was going to listen to someone who had infiltrated the school grounds. “I hate people telling me what to do, you sick, ugly bastard. Whatever the fuck  happened to asking politely for something that you wish to regain?” he spat out. As if he was going to do as bid.

He realised then that the Lich was extremely fast and before he could even register it, the creature was behind him. Kaid immediately tensed up – at least he had drawn the attention away from the others, and he hoped that they remembered their lessons and would take the opportunity to find out what was the Lich\'s phylacerty – and with a speed that wasn\'t nearly as fast as his opponent but still fast enough, he had dropped to a crouch and forced the air beneath his feet to propel him forward to close the gap, angling his body to one side just ducking the sword. His hand that was tightly wound around a pair of his senbon shot out in an attempt to stab through the other, hoping against all hope that the thing wasn\'t immune to poison.

It was a risky move, but Kaid did it for a purpose – to distract – because just behind the Lich was his good friend Airis who had snuck up undetected and at the right moment when the half-djinn\'s free hand stretched out, the other master tossed with accuracy his scimitar which Kaid easily caught and swung in an arc right down the enemy\'s unguarded flank.

In the meantime, Airis had moved himself out of the danger zone, knowing that he wasn\'t in any form to fight. He decided that it was best he tend to Benson who looked to be seriously injured. As he passed by Idrial and... well, he knew of the apprentice from Cruori but he could never recall the man\'s name for it was ridiculously long and hard to pronounce, he shot them a severe look which one hardly ever see when he was acting as the Head of Missions Room. “Find the phylacerty and destroy it,” he sternly advised, shooting a look at Idrial that, for a sickly man, was sure intimidating as hell, silently telling her to curb her rage. Otherwise all will be lost.

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« Reply #10 on: December 12, 2008, 08:37:06 AM »
Idrial could not believe how stupid she had become in her form of blood lust; she had forgotten everything she had been taught by the academy.  She was thrown to the side with a mighty gust of wind that hurled her through the air, only for her to come back down with such force that she had torn her skin. Some places had been worn right to the muscle and bone. She was inactivate for now, she looked at her wounds and shook her head with disgust. She should have known better than to charge at a lich who was giving off a high aura of Magick, the only thing she could do was forcefully and painfully shift back into her human form and fight Magick with Magick. She lifted her head slightly just to catch a glimpse of Arius giving her a cold a stern glare; she flashed her teeth at him not out of anger but out of understanding. She knew she had to shift back in order for her to perform properly with her magick.

She slowly let the blue flames that circled her body die, she stood on all fours grimacing through the pain of her bones and muscles shifting back creating even more damage to her body. She lifted her head and howled in more than a shriek, her body slowly turning back into a human. When the final stages were complete she looked like something that had came from the depths of hell, bruised, beaten and bloody she found the strength to stand when she should have just fallen to the ground. She looked directly at the Lich while grabbing her daggers that were now glowing with shades of blue, red and green. She let the magick of the daggers seep into her wounds filling her with a new strength and calm washed over her body; everything seemed to slow down immensely. A sign she took she was ready for anything now.

 She took one step towards the Lich, “You are strong Kaisharga, Yes I now of your name. You do not like being called Lich since it is degrading to your kind. But you have not faced an Elemental Shape shifter; I have the power to control the 5 elements of the world. Earth, Wind, Air, Fire and Water; and I can also control Spirit to a certain degree.” She gave a small laugh, before pointing her daggers at the Lich hoping she give the others enough time to figure out how to destroy the Lich. At least this would show him he was not dealing with an ordinary being but it would also drain her for this she was certain.

She spoke in old and new Latin, the earth underneath rumbled before them before a large crack appeared heading straight for the lich and circled him. The earth crumbled leaving the Lich nothing but a small space to stand on, swirling molten lava lay below the lich. It swirled up the column he was left standing on and swirled around the Lich. As it encased the Lich a spout of water came forth cooling down the lava forming a hardened shell around the Lich. She let the earth rise again no longer leaving a gapping hole in the ground; she wove a case of air around the cocoon of lava from her hands. She pulled back on it since she could already see cracks appearing in the lava. She pulled so that the Lich was somewhat away from the other when the Lich did break through.

She yelled at them with strain, “You guys better start thinking here quickly, a Lich had to have it’s phylacerty near them so start thinking what the hell it could be! It’s got to be something he has with him!” She produced droplets of water from the air, then the air turned cold making the droplets form into sharp icicles so that when the lich broke through this would pierce his so called skeletal body creating more damage. She would distract the Lich as long as she could and try to weaken him as much as she could. She knew she had out herself in a dangerous position that could have put her life on the line, but it was a sacrifice she was willing to make to save others

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« Reply #11 on: December 12, 2008, 09:19:29 AM »
Anturm\'ss watched the fight in an almost distached state of mind, forcing calm into his being in order to think clearly. He thought nothing of the danger, except of course, in a logical view, and refused to let the ever-so-slight sense of panic to grow. Then again, he was fairly inexperienced with powers as those of a Lich.
 
This isn\'t my fight. He thought once as his calm started to fade. But it involved two masters a High Apprentice, of course it was his fight, or at least now that he was involved it was. But these thoughts faded as quickly as they had come as he tried to think of what his phylacerty might be.
 
The horror that overcame the Lich as it changed into its true form did not shock him in his state of mind, but instead he looked over it quickly going through every item he could see. It could be a ring or a necklace or something, but what would the most logical thing be? It would help if he knew a little more about the Lich itself.
 
He knew that his powers weren\'t enough to even slow it down, even though he had successfully guarded against the mind attack, he just tried to remember everything he knew about Liches. He couldn\'t help but to wonder how in the Hell he had been so in control as he was, very few Liches could control their Auras. Indeed, many didn\'t dare to enter the Academy, knowing that the powers vested in here could destroy them. He must be powerful indeed. Known even.
 
"It\'d be easier if I knew who the hell he was." He grumbled as everyone from Kaid, to Airis to Idrail told them that they needed to find out what his phylacerty was. Of course they did, not everyone needed to say so, though. But he didn\'t spare any thought on this, instead tried to remember all he knew about Liches.

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« Reply #12 on: December 16, 2008, 07:05:37 AM »
((I pretty much had to summarize all the actions I would have been taking. D: So many of your posts to reply to with just one. Q.Q *Sigh* Wow... I love it!))

Achrynoth felt the needles penetrate through his robes and ricochet off his hard bones. Any mortal being, or that with a natural body for that matter likely would have perished, Achrynoth though did not have a body and poison was not the way to deal with him, and as the Djinn received a sword from the other who had snuck up, not unnoticed, for Achrynoth’s life sight was extremely potent and he had detected him long before he could have considered him a threat.

When the Djinn received the scimitar, Achrynoth knew there was an attack coming, it was likely a brash move, the Djinn was not really prepared and Achrynoth pivoted, plunging his massive blade towards the ground forcing the ground to ripple around him as a barrier of rock encased the swinging sword, likely stopping the swing, though he knew it would not disarm the Djinn completely, he could easily pull it free, just not swing it.

He was figuring on merely battering the Djinn into submission so he could get on with his business, he was not a bloodthirsty lich, but the second attempt by the annoying girl caught him slightly off guard, if Achrynoth could even consider being caught off guard.

As the elements surrounded him, he found one weakness in her spells, his mastery of the air element dwarfed hers a thousand fold, but at best he could cancel it out, though not what he wanted, she was a pest and he had enough of her. He held out his hands to either side of him as the rock encased him in a stony prison, forcing a shield to ward off the closure, and once she stopped, he felt out with tendrils of magic to give him an idea of where everyone was, and he felt the girl.

He turned towards Soul Eater. It’s about time you had yourself a good meal old firend. He held his hands out and the blade ripped from the ground and he closed bony fingers around the hilt. Today, one shall feel the bite of death’s finger. He released the blade and stepped back a pace. A moment later Soul Eater began spinning in all directions, pivoting on an axis in the center of the elemental prison, after a couple seconds the blade was nothing but a black whirl in the midst of his blue shield.

He flicked a wrist and with a boom of thunder the blade ripped through shield and prison in an instant, flying towards the sky and arcing back towards the girl. A propulsion of wind beneath him, circling through the stony prison forced Achrynoth through the top of the barrier and into the air, he came back down and clutched the rock  with his massive talons, “This is foolish…” he whispered to himself.

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Re: Of Missions and... Berserkers? : The Crazy Lives of Assassins
« Reply #13 on: December 28, 2008, 04:39:04 PM »
(Ack! Sorry for the long wait guys. >_< By the way, don\'t you think that at some point, there\'ll be backup arriving on the scene? It\'s a bit unrealistic that the battle is taking place in the academy itself yet no one else is coming lol)

It was very foolish indeed if Kaid thought that he could pull of the distraction manoeuvre. As he had suspected, his needles were no good. As if someone as ridiculously powerful as the Lich would be easily distracted because he sure as hell saw through the half-djinn\'s move for the next thing Kaid knew, his blade had scored a hit, but unfortunately not upon its intended target. The wall of rock crumbled upon the surface as it took the brunt of his attack but it did not yield and he had no choice but to pull back.

And pulled back fast, rejoining the other two yet keeping some distance away from them – being clustered together was never a good strategy. As he watched as magick took centre stage between the creature and Idrial, he glanced over at Cruori Apprentice. “Not joining in?” he grunted, keeping his eye on the two, knowing that this was the type of fight that he was useless in.

The force of power that was pulsating through the tense air suddenly doubled as the Lich\'s weapon did something wicked that had Kaid\'s eye widen marginally, his head whipping towards the direction where Idrial was just as the crack of thunder resounded. “Idrial! Move the fuck away!” he roared out in warning, eyeing the sword warily and could only hope the shifter managed to remove herself out of that weapon\'s trajectory.

“The sword! It has to be the sword!” Airis\' voice suddenly rang out from afar and Kaid, without taking his gaze off Idrial, yelled back out, “What\'s the sword?!” Kaid could have sworn he had heard the other master used a very foul word in relation to the half-Djinn but it might have been his imagination seeing as Airis had never allowed such vocabulary to leave his lips, unless he was drunk.

“The phylacerty! It\'s his sword!”

Well. That made sense. In a seriously unpleasant way. The source of his power was actually his weapon? Just how were they going to get to it? To enter a battle where magick was essential would be suicide. “Suicide it is!” the half-djinn chirped almost happily as he vaulted into the air, trying to reach for the sword before the sword reached Idrial. His latest plan was to have Idrial distract the Lich since she was doing a good job of it so far, whilst he tried to ram the sword with a hard shove of his shoulder to forcefully change its course so that it will head towards the apprentice instead. He just hoped that the apprentice was ready with a plan, or at least a clue, on how to destroy the damn thing.

As Airis worriedly watched all of it on the sideline whilst keeping a steady hand on the injured Benson, he couldn\'t help but mumble to himself, “Well... I think it\'s the sword.”

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Re: Of Missions and... Berserkers? : The Crazy Lives of Assassins
« Reply #14 on: December 29, 2008, 09:40:15 AM »
Antmur\'ss watched Master Kaid take action, fail and retreat with much disappointment. If a master couldn\'t beat this guy than what good would an apprentice do? But, this wasn\'t the first fight he\'d been in, and he was trained for this, so there wasn\'t much choice but to do something. I was trained to assassinate, not battle a Lich. He heard his mind argue, but paid no attention. It was his human side talking, anyways.
 
"Well, I would if any of my attacks would have any effect, Sir." He heard himself say, though there was still the correct amount of respect one had to hold for a Master in his voice, the sarcasm of the remark was bound to get through. He would deal with that later, he had to do something, anything, about this Lich.
 
But whatever trail of thoughts he had or might have had vanished as the Lich raised his sword towards the werewolf. He acted instinctively and shoved Idrail away from the line of the sword, though he wasn\'t sure it would help any. Even as he did his mind was screaming at him, yelling that the sword had to be the key. The phylacerty.
 
He heard Master Airis shout the same conclusions and ran after Master Kaid, concentrating to block off any attacks the Lich would use to attack the Master or himself. He made sure he wasn\'t directly following Kaid, instead heading off in a different direction. If nothing else, he might distract it a little. At least enough for Kaid to have a little bit of a better chance. He knew nothing he could do would be able to hold against the Lich and his powers, but it might help. Especially if Idrail kept at him with her own Magick. Hopefully.