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    Spirit, Soul, and Steel [Private, Dmitry/Niyol]

    Benjamin
    Benjamin

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    Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Player 
    Lineage : Glory of the Slayer
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    Posts : 811
    Guild : Lamia Scale
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    Mentor : Hati
    Experience : 8952

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Nature spirit Invocation
    Second Magic:
    Third Magic:

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    Post by Benjamin on 26th April 2016, 1:21 am

    Job Description:
    Job Title: Taking Down the Mechanical Giant
    Rank: A
    Player Requirements: 1 A Rank or 2 B Rank mages.  5 Mages Max
    Job Requirements: Defeat the boss.  The boss MAY summon minions in the form of Weak, Normal, and Strong Monsters.  The monster rolls aren't necessary but may grant more rewards.  15,000 words minimum, +1000 words for every mage beyond the first
    Job Location: Mysterious Canyon
    Job Description:
    A man by the name of Markov Shazinski was hired by Masenko Tech to infiltrate Isayev Heavy Industries to steal their latest Magitek Suit, The Tesseract.  What his actual intentions are unknown, but he was last seen heading through the Mysterious Canyon towards the Royal Castle.  From the looks of things, Markov had also infiltrated Masenko Tech to suit his own purpose.  Your job is to take down The Tesseract unit without destroying it.  Be careful as The Tesseract comes fully loaded with a LOT of weaponry and a lot of drones at it's disposal.  This was, after all, a weapon meant to be used to conquer nations.

    What little we know about Markov Shazinski is that he used to be a mage for a small dark guild called "Heaven's Wrath" who wanted to overthrow the government of Fiore.  We don't know the reason why they want to overthrow the government of Fiore, but what we do know is that if he manages to get The Tesseract unit to the Royal Castle, that may be the end of our society as we know it.  So failure is not an option.

    After you enter the Mysterious Canyons, you will encounter the Tesseract unit from the start.  Be careful when fighting as it can summon a bunch of smaller drones from within it.  You may or may not have to encounter the small drones.  Be very wary if you're going to fly near it in a large vehicle as it will immediately aim for airships.  So we suggest to not bring any airships with you on this mission.  Good luck and godspeed.  You can't fail this one so we're counting on you.

    Enemies:  
    Weak -
    Nano-Machine Swarm:  Thousands of microscopic machines bundle up into what appears to be clouds of haze.  While they move slowly, if one is to come in contact with the cloud, they suffer A Rank DoT damage for 5 posts (50% A Rank damage initially, 25% A Rank damage every post afterward).  These swarms are able to withstand 1 A Rank hit before being destroyed.

    Normal -
    Suicide Drones:  These drones are capable of curling themselves up into a ball and rolling around on the surface.  These drones can be taken down by 4 A Rank hits.  Upon being destroyed or being out for 3 posts, they will explode dealing A Rank damage to a 10x10 area.  One drone exploding can cause others to explode as well, creating a chain reaction.  These drones have no other attacks.

    Strong -
    Autonomous Orbital Units:  Extremely quick and extremely agile.  These airborne mechanical nightmares are capable of spitting out focused beams of pure energy at a target at a high rate.  Each beam deals B Rank damage, but they are capable of firing this beam up to 4 times per volley.  These things are quite difficult to track, but they are extremely flimsy; being capable of being taken down in 3 A Rank hits.

    Boss - When a boss is rolled, you obtain 3x Strong Monsters

    Main Enemy
    Spoiler:
    Designation:  MkM-717a Tesseract
    Height:  45 ft (22.86m) tall
    Weight:  21.7 metric tons
    HP:  Requires an equivalent of 20 A Rank hits to take down
    Weapons:  
    - 4x Plasma Blasters attached to tentacle-like appendages.  
    (Each Blaster deals A Rank damage)
    - Plasma Cutter Sword
    (Each strike deals A Rank damage)
    - Thermal Grenades
    (Fire-Based grenades that attack everything within a 30m radius for A Rank damage -- Only has 5 of these)

    Abilities:  
    - Quad-Barreled Mega Blaster
    (This ability combines the 4 Plasma Blasters together, dealing S Ranked damage to a target.  This attack has a 4 post cooldown)
    - Magical Reflection Barrier
    (This ability allows the armor to bounce back spells up to A Rank back at it's opponent.  Does not work against AoE.  This has a 5 post cooldown)

    Reward: 60,000 Jewels, +1000 Jewels for every Weak, Normal, Strong Monster defeated (Max of 10), One person obtains the Target Finder.  Whomever claims the Target Finder item only gains 25% of the Jewel Rewards.  (Please indicate who gets this item upon turning in the job)

    The Target Finder is an item that allows you to lock-on to a single target.  This requires 1 post to acquire a target.  The following post, a large laser beam, the Quad-Barreled Mega Blaster from the Tesseract Unit, will come from the sky crashing down upon the designated target dealing 2x your rank in damage to a single target (Capping at S Rank).  The Target Finder may only be used once per topic.  This attack has a 5x5 meter blast radius.  This item cannot be used in PvP at all.


    Somewhere between Mount Hargeon and the city of Rose Garden lies a mysterious canyon.

    Within this place was one of the greatest threats the nation of Fiore had ever seen, a mechanical behemoth of unbridled power and destructive potential. The inevitable result of human greed and lust for power, the terror known as 'weapon of mass destruction' was currently shrouded by the high walls of this canyon. Unbeknownst to this abomination of science, though perhaps not surprising, a certain gray haired mage was riding hard for its current domain on the back of a spiritual steed.

    For once, Dmitry Kazakov was entirely focused on the mission at hand. There were no illusions of napping under trees after a quick and easy job this time, the wind blowing through his hair as  the horse spirit Alsvinder conveyed him to his target. When he was first made aware of this mission and that he had been recommended for it, his initial thought was that it was the Council's problem or perhaps the problem of the company that manufactured it. Dmitry had been made aware of Isayev heavy industries while working with the Banfield trade company so many years ago and even then, he could tell they were dangerous. It seemed his hunch was right, as this weapon he was faced with now was spawned by what he could only concede was hubris. As he arrived at the canyon the machine was reportedly seen in, Dmitry stopped near the edge and peered into the depths.

    Just as he thought he could see a figure, a strange bolt of some substance unknown to the medium blasted through the stone cliff beneath him, causing Alsvinder to fall into the canyon. While the horse was able to react quickly enough to leap across several of the boulders as they fell, ultimately it couldn't maintain enough balance to keep from landing face first into the ground, it's form dissipating completely from the force.

    Of course, that meant that Dmitry would hit the ground shortly after and despite the fact the horse spirit's destruction dampened the fall a bit, he still ended up tumbling about ten feet before slowing to a stop and landing face up on his back...again.

    "Damnit, I'm gettin' real sick of this fallin' shit..."
    He grumbled as he pushed himself to his feet. "Well, nobody said it was gonna be easy...what with the doomsday device and all."

    A silver, smoke-like aura began to swirl around Dmitry as he saw the figure begin to move, unmistakably mechanical in it's motion.

    "Well...might as well get started."







    WC: 430
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    Post by Ninetails Derpfox on 26th April 2016, 3:00 am

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    iles and miles of blue skies lay before the shirtless mage. His single strand of long hair flickering behind him as the shorter, but still rather lengthy unkempt hair waved in the gentle breezes passing by him. It had been a harsh road Niyol had come as he reflected on his past. He'd gone from being a simple child with almost nothing, to being one of the strongest death mages in Fiore. He'd gone from having no friends, no family, no sense of humanity to having Mao, and Hana. Both of which he'd regarded as his entire world. On top these two, he had his daughter Kateri. While Niyol hadn't wanted a child, or at least, he didn't think himself worthy of having one at all, Kateri's birth had brought about a true blessing to him. A sigh of contentment was released as the normally bitter Niyol had fully accepted that his life, while harsh up till recently, was rather decent. Though, he wondered exactly where the change had started... Why was it that Niyol had met Mao in the first place? Mao had been through great ordeals with Niyol, his affection for her growing since the time she showed him mercy in the Ancient Ruins following one of his demons taking over him. Since then, Mao had guarded his back while performing a seemingly mundane task in the Forgotten desert which had lead to her entrusting him with information fit for more worthy ears. His love for the woman had grown further, excelling beyond common friendship to the point where he would display his magical prowess to the fullest extent, going so far to steal the one thing he'd swore he'd never touch.

    Thinking back to that task... the first time Niyol had actively gone out to save someone he cared about so dearly... Niyol let out a scoff as he remembered exactly how great of lengths he'd gone to ensure Mao's survival. However, in the end Niyol never even made it to fight Syu... he didn't even see the battle. His fists tightened as he remembered the bloody battle between him and the life magus, that damned talkative woman. Still, despite his uselessness on that day Mao had aided him in retrieving the Balance Core. It was on that day that Niyol confessed to her, and Mao accepted the invitation to become his sister. It was the second greatest day of his life, behind finding out he was a father... the day when his family... the one he himself had obliterated, became that much larger. Niyol's eyes grew softer as he soared over the Mysterious Canyon, thinking of how it may be possible to restore his tribe... to possibly gain another sister, or perhaps a brother...

    Thinking of it now, Niyol knew that Mao was vastly older than he... but the whole time they knew each other Mao had treated him as though they were the same age. He questioned whether or not he actually should act as a younger sibling, or if she was alright with treating him as her equal. There would also be the possibility she wanted to be the younger of the two? 'Before that... I must cleanse my sins.' he thought to himself, reflecting on all the wrongs he'd done. Niyol knew he was on the Magic Council's shit list, and he knew his way of living was a blight in his sister's eyes. Niyol wanted to be the brother, whether younger or not, that Mao would be proud to mention being acquainted with... so he had much work that needed to be done. However, this work was exceedingly bloody, and would require more sin... so much blood and sin that a river would form by which to wash away his sin... then and only then could he attempt to become a better man.

    Suddenly, his train of though was stopped by the sight of a rather large amount of souls gathered around a body in motion. Niyol's eyes switched over, examining the soul below him and identifying it only as the grey haired mage, Dmitry Kazakov, who he'd been on several dodgy tasks before with. He watched as something knocked Dmitry down into the canyon. Niyol turned his head looking in the direction the shots came from, only to notice no soul present. His eyes switched back to viewing the world in standard colors, only to see something coming his way. From his experiences with Kateri, he knew this to be a dangerous explosive attached to a rocked and quickly charged at it while drawing is blade. His blade turned into a scythe and as the explosive got near, it detonated but instead of Niyol being injured the force was siphoned into his weapon as he began spinning it.

    He began descending, a trail of bullets quickly flashing past him, a couple impacting his wings to form small holes that instantly repaired themselves. Niyol stopped spinning his scythe a few moments before he would land, the direction the energy stored flew was directly at the large abomination. Having not foreseen that Niyol could redirect the explosive force using magic, the machine was unable to dodge it and ended up taking the full hit. Niyol landed near Dmitry, holding his hand out as a purple magic circle appeared around him and reversed the time around some of his wounds, undoing them. "Sir Kazakov, what is that monstrosity!?" he asked with a sense of urgency in his voice, having no time to react as the creature gained its bearings and began firing at them. Niyol quickly took shelter behind some rocks, staying low as bullet holes appeared with light shining through them. "Delay your response, distract it so I may work my way to its rear." he ordered, waiting for Dmitry to mobilize.


    WC: 969
    Out of 8,000

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    Benjamin
    Benjamin

    Silver Glare


    Silver Glare

    Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Player 
    Lineage : Glory of the Slayer
    Position : None
    Posts : 811
    Guild : Lamia Scale
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Mentor : Hati
    Experience : 8952

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Nature spirit Invocation
    Second Magic:
    Third Magic:

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    Post by Benjamin on 28th April 2016, 3:00 am

    Oddly enough, the machine looked up towards the sky and fired a barrage of attacks at...something. It was then that Dmitry noticed an abnormal, yet unmistakable presence in the direction this WMD happened to be firing in, causing the spirit mage's scowl to deepen.

    "Oh, that's fantastic," he said in a manner that was practically oozing with sarcasm. "Admiral Angst is here to save the day." Sure enough, after the figure being shot at absorbed the attacks and launched them back at the walking weapon in an obscene display of middle-finger diplomacy, it flew down to the ground where Dmitry was standing and began spouting something about distracting the giant instrument of death. "Piss off Mopey, I don't need you comin' in here and orderin' me around!" He shouted rather angrily at the death mage.

    It wasn't because his pride was hurt. In the first place, the medium didn't care for pride in the slightest. But despite the part of him that regarded Niyol as a friend and a trusted ally, there was also something about him that Dmitry simply couldn't reconcile. He had only noticed recently, when the two of them, along with several others came to the aid of their mutually dear friend Mao Nakiri. At the time, the young man didn't have time to ponder on that feeling, time not quite being on the side of those helping the girl with the strange ears. However, ever since that battle, it had been relentlessly nagging at him, all the more irritating because he couldn't figure out why it was that he felt this way. It certainly wasn't that he hated Niyol, that much was plainly certain as Dmitry didn't have a cause to do so. But for whatever reason, there was an urge in his gut that made him want to reject something in particular about the morbid creature, something he simply couldn't pinpoint.

    Deciding to shake off such useless and counterproductive thoughts, Dmitry held his hand out to his left as a silver magic circle formed a few inches from his palm. "I invoke the Swift Hawk: Vedfolnir!" At the call of it's name, the smoke like aura emanating from caster converged on the circle and formed the spirit born from the bird of prey, flying forth and into the sky above. As when Niyol arrived, the machine let loose another barrage directed at the hawk, showing a distinct fixation on aerial targets, likely seeing them as more of a threat. However, Vedfolnir was even smaller and more nimble than the tower of death's previous target, allowing it to dodge the attacks with ease as its flight path took it far up into the air before curving back downward towards the robot. Taking advantage of its prey's clunky, unwieldy nature, the hawk spirit flew at the speed of a bullet and grazed the weapons knee, causing it to kneel a bit on one side. Testing it's luck further, Vedfolnir flew upwards into the air again and came down for another pass, not quite as fast this time. As before, the machine failed to move out of the way in time as the Swift Hawk grazed the top of its head with a sharp pair of talons, leading it lean forward momentarily.

    Once more, the nature spirit flew up and looped back downward for one more attack, attempting to further exploit the enemy's slow movement speed. However, this time the machine compensated for its lack of speed with timing, drawing a strange sword that seemed to be made of the same substance it had been firing this whole time and slicing clean through Vedfolnir. Of course, the information Dmitry was given for this mission included the plasma weapons the device possessed, leaving no reasonable room for ignorance. However, the word 'plasma', along with much of the machine's other details fell into the domain of things this mage had failed to ever learn about, leaving him to wonder if this was the substance they referred to. "Not gonna make this easy, huh?" He mumbled, preparing to invoke another spirit.

    Well, he was warned.




    WC: 683


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    Post by Ninetails Derpfox on 30th April 2016, 3:13 am

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    nhappy with the rather 'warm' welcome he'd received from his supposed comrade, Niyol stayed back a bit more and watched as the bird he'd summoned went to do its work. The fact that he was so irate made Niyol simply want to leave him to die, considering as it was obvious he was displeased with the idea of him helping at all. His eyes grew narrow as they focused in on the bird, but his expression returned to boredom as it was quickly destroyed and the creature's guns were aimed back at the two of them. He quickly turned, hiding behind the rock wall again as a series of holes appeared in the rock face. "I see not why you're opposed to acting as a distraction. You are quite mobile, and you have vastly more entities under your control than I do." he said with a rather calm, emotionless tone as always.

    Suddenly a flame appeared next to Niyol, turning quickly into a pillar of fire and revealing a rather young woman standing where the flame was. She wore a rather short mini dress, bound at the waist by a thick leather belt. A black stocking on her left leg, and a white one on her right with a pair of tan boots. Her black cape flickered in the wind caused by a missile that was shot, exploding and blasting some rocks loose as it tried to force the others out of hiding. "I may be able to help master." Niyol immediately pinching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb, a rather unhappy groan escaping his mouth. "I've told you many times Miss Lich, I AM NOT YOUR MASTER!" He crossed his arms with a massive vein bulging from his forehead, speaking through grit teeth with a rather annoyed tone. "You are to address me by my name, and not some glorified accolade." "Very well Master Niyol, I have a solution to our problem." "If you would be of any use, I would not have beaten you in one hit." A vein bulge appeared on Hana's forehead as the memory of her loss was brought up. "You only won because you used a cheap trick..." "This is a world of magic, and you call me using magic cheap?" "You fired an attack when I wasn't ready!" she hollered while beating on his chest like a brat. Meanwhile Niyol stared blankly at it, feeling the smaller fists beating against him. He let out a sigh, lifting his hand and dropping it on her head with his expression not changing. "You are young, foolish, and naive Hana. Never once will you encounter an enemy who waits for you to resolve yourself to kill them... under stand this, and resolve yourself to kill your enemies before you encounter them." Hana's arms shook with anger, Niyol's natural ability to kill off someone without a care in the world conflicting with her belief that life is worth preserving. She quickly moved her arm and slamming it into the one on her head, looking at Niyol with flames in her eyes. "I will never, NEVER, resolve myself to taking a life! I'm sworn to your service, but not to your values!" She spun around, putting her hand out and calling forth a wonky looking staff. "I DON'T CARE WHO THE HELL YOU ARE! I'LL DISTRACT IT, AND YOU AND MY MASTER WILL GET IN CLOSE GOT IT ASS WAGON!?"


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    The air began heating up, Hana's body becoming engulfed in a flaming aura as she stepped out into the line of fire. The mechanical monster turned to face her, four weapons converged, targeting her directly. Niyol didn't bother waiting to see what happened next as he ran from out of cover and started charging along the walls of the canyon. The four barrels began glowing, pausing for a few seconds before firing a blast at Hana. She smirked, grabbing her cape and throwing it out in front her. "Ignite, Hi no Uta!" she shouted and her staff became a massive flame consisting of multiple hues of reds, greens, blues, black, and grey as it shot forward under the cape. The two attacks hit, with the flames being forced back but not split due to her cape taking the hit.

    Hana's flames turned around as the beam was no longer sustained, returning her cape. She swung it around and tired it back on, giving the machine a bit of a cocky smirk with her flames spinning over her head. "Come on you big bastard, let's see how soon before I make you burn."

    ƧƧ: 132/330
    Hana MP: 23/100

    Dmitry's WC: 1,113/8,000
    WC: 1,739
    Out of 8,000

    credit to nat of adoxography and gangnam style.



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    Benjamin
    Benjamin

    Silver Glare


    Silver Glare

    Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Player 
    Lineage : Glory of the Slayer
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    Guild : Lamia Scale
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    Mentor : Hati
    Experience : 8952

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Nature spirit Invocation
    Second Magic:
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    Post by Benjamin on 1st May 2016, 1:03 am

    "Shit, shit, shit!"

    Thus the elegant chorus of the delicate young Kazakov could be heard throughout the canyon as he ran for cover behind a boulder, narrowly avoiding a freshly made rectum in the side of his gut. "Hey, I realize you can take a hole to the chest and walk it off, but that kinda shit tends to kill us mere mortals!" He shouted at the man who seemed to be suggesting that the gray-hair could handle such a task while keeping most of his blood on the inside, a theory he personally didn't have much confidence in.

    All of a sudden, before he could get in any more complaints, a third person appeared next to the dark one in a ball of fire, causing Dmitry to put the palm of his hand to his face. Who was going to show up next? Just as Dmitry pondered such a disturbing thought, he heard Niyol say something that took him back...


    Do you think any of the predators in this world would spare you for such a foolish reason?



    At the time, he was just a child learning to hunt, forced to kill his quarry for the first time so that he may eat. Still he knew the lesson well and had thus far lived by it, killing that which posed a great enough threat or simply that which could only afford him survival through their own death. True, since he had joined Lamia Scale, he had found that he was killing very few of those he fought, rarely finding cause for the extra effort along with the extra scrutiny from the Council. Nevertheless, if someone he cared about was about to die, Dmitry would likely do kill anyone who threatened them, as well as anyone who got in his way.

    Indeed, he was becoming more and more aware of a deep, powerful rage tucked away inside him. No doubt this was a result of his childhood and the animalistic nature it sowed within him, something he would likely carry with him for the rest of his days. But then, he heard the girl say something that both shocked him and opened his eyes at the same time.

    "I'm sworn to your service, but not to your values!"

    Of course, that was the reason for this strange feeling. While the principles were different, Dmitry and this little girl shared the same paradox towards Niyol. While he accepted the death mage's character, personality, and even his beliefs in this case, there was a part of him that the guild wizard simply couldn't absolve.

    No, that wasn't quite it. It wasn't something that was apart of Niyol, but rather a future that loomed around the corner, an abyss that he could fall into and never return from. But the irritation Dmitry felt didn't even come from this; it was the simple and indifferent fact that he could have easily been set on the same path. After all, he and Niyol suffered the same fate so many years ago, though this similarity was known only to the spirit walker. The two of them both had a tribe, a home, a family, a childhood waiting for them; all gone in an instant. They were the same. And yet Dmitry felt a grave danger in his counterpart, one that threatened everyone around him and most of all, himself. It was the very sense of brotherhood he felt towards Niyol that made the medium reject him, because he couldn't abide what lurked inside him, threatening to consume him.

    The young woodsman found himself chuckling to himself, slowly but surely breaking out into all out laughter. How could he not laugh? The entire situation was ridiculous as far as he was concerned. And yet, there it was.

    "Must be gettin' soft..."
    Dmitry mumbled as his laughter finally died down. It was around this that two massive clouds of...something spewed forth from the machine, baring down towards the girl from above. "Allow me, miss." Dmitry said with mock sophistication as he got up from his spot and walked up next to Niyol's young companion. He then held his hand up towards the clouds and made a motion as if he were gripping a ball, shortly before the smoke like aura that surrounded him began to converge on his palm. His grip widened until eventually this aura formed into something the size of a soccer ball, exploding forth into two smaller cannonball like objects. The projectiles each shot straight through the middle of one of the clouds, causing them to disperse from their original pattern and form what was left into a single cloud. However, Dmitry's hand did not move. Instead, it formed another ball of smoky aura the size of the previous two and fired it through the remaining cloud, causing this one to disperse and all of the tiny machines that made it up to fall to the ground, perhaps having lost the signal that drove them due to the destruction of their brothers.

    After the cloud had been dealt with, Dmitry turned towards the tool of destruction itself, the Tesseract unit as the job request had called it. With a smirk that just looked odd on his face, he began to walk towards the behemoth, not too fast, not too slow. Even as the wolfish grin stretching across his face, the Lamian was baffled by his own actions. Was he enjoying this?

    As he practically strolled across the canyon bed, the machine finally noticed him and took aim with four barrels at once, locking on and charging up more of the plasma it had fired earlier. But when the barrels fired in unison, creating a massive bolt of the substance that had up until now been Dmitry's bane, he was no longer there. In fact, he was about ten feet ahead and to the left of his original path, still grinning like a devil. Before the machine could make another attack, he held his hand out in front of him.

    "I invoke the World Serpent: Jormangand!"
    From a silver magic circle about twenty feet from the hulking, forty five foot robot, a one hundred foot long silver serpent spewed forth and immediately began wrapping itself around it's new foe's legs, coming around from it's left side to it's front so that it could sink it's fangs into the Tesseract's right arm before it could draw that sword again. It's back had not been covered by Jormangand and the serpent may have even made a good point from which to climb on the machines back. "I'm not done yet, you bucket-o-shit!" With the first hand still held out, Dmitry put his left hand over his right shoulder, forming another magic circle in his palm.

    "I invoke the Twin Ravens: Huginn! Muninn!"
    From the circle spawned two spirit birds, each a bit smaller than Vedfolnir. They flew up into the air between Dmitry and the machine, transforming into a pair of twelve-inch bladed knives. The medium's left hand shot forward like the right, followed by the two smoke-like weapons shooting forth like bullets and piercing the 'eyes' of the Tesseract, eliciting some sparks from the optics before they faded away. With it's optical sensors gone, the device was left to rely on audio sensors and motion trackers, limiting it's ability to fight by quite a bit.

    "Between me and the girl, I'd say you got your distraction."
    Dmitry said as he crossed his arms and waited to see what happened next.

    "Now show me what you can do, Chief of Souls!"





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    Post by Ninetails Derpfox on 3rd May 2016, 6:41 pm

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    he girl had openly defied him, something that should have surprised Niyol, but instead made him feel something similar to minor happiness. Up till now, the girl had done everything he had ever asked of her, right down to certain activities that Niyol (thankfully) was drunk when they occurred. It made him feel somewhat happy to know that Hana, who had devoted her entire life to Niyol for the simple ability to keep her sacred weapon, had not entirely devoted herself to him. Though, at the same time it made him uneasy feeling to know she would likely die because of her ideals. Such a fate wouldn't necessarily be bad in Niyol's eyes, since technically she would die for what she believed in.

    The thought faded from his mind as he ran along the side of the canyon, Dmitry and Hana fighting across the expanse and keeping the mechanical abomination of nature busy. The words Dmitry said following his comment on him being better suited as a distraction... 'Hey, I realize you can take a hole to the chest and walk it off, but that kinda shit tends to kill us mere mortals!' The words echoed through his mind as he charged down the somewhat straight path, quickly diving as a set of stray bullets moved across courtesy of the large serpent wrapping itself around the machine. Niyol looked at the machine, only to see the massive snake wrapped around it and keeping it from moving too much.

    "Keep it held a bit longer..." he muttered under his breath as a single barrel pointed in his direction. A clawed gauntlet seemingly made of pure blue flames appeared on Niyol's left arm as he began charging. The barrel began glowing red, firing a shot as Niyol was launched straight up into the air. The shot fired having missed Niyol by the tip of one of his hakama's legs, continuing on and smashing into the wall behind him. The sun behind him, Niyol seemed to disappear with a string of black flying from the world around and siphoning into his location. He dropped straight down, using his Boost spell to increase his speed, and stacking it multiple times to increase his speed even further. When he dropped from the gleam of the sun, Niyol's left arm was engulfed by a massive blue inferno that was mixed with a type of black energy. Slamming into the machine, the flame expanded, exploding and becoming an enormous pillar of blue flames.

    The flames were so intense the world serpent, Jorgunmand would be unable to remain among the midst of it; and sure enough, the large snake was consumed by it and vanished entirely. When the pillar of fire had finally vanished, it revealed the automation's eye looking directly at Niyol. A rod shot out from its face and sent the soul mage flying back across the canyon, bouncing several times before rolling as though he was a kid going downhill, and slamming into the canyon walls behind Dmitry and Hana. "I may have forgotten.... machines lack a soul by which I can destroy." the pained voice called from a cloud of smoke, warranting a face palm from Hana Lich and a disgruntled sigh.

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    Post by Benjamin on 6th May 2016, 8:32 pm

    Dmitry's grinned simply widened at Niyol's request, knowing full well what the train sized snake spirit could do. "Oh, I'll keep it held..." He said, having more fun than he had ever had in a fight as Jormangand tightened it's hold on the machine, putting even more pressure on it's legs and waist. Sparks began to emit from the knee joint of the left leg as well as from the arm that the World Serpent's fangs had pierced through, a sign that it was not holding up very well under the strain of the spirit's grasp. Of course, the machine struggled to break free of it's captor, even as it's sword arm was being restrained. But that only caused the coiled snake to wrap further around the mechanical lower half as Jormangand drew on Dmitry's silver aura for added strength and fortitude, making escape quite improbable for the Tesseract.

    Up until this point, Dmitry had been able to easily track Niyol's movement through the incredibly unique spiritual presence he held, a trait the spirit walker had come to know the death mage by ever since their battle at Quanny village. However, around the time that the joints of the foe standing before him began to moan in protest to the enormous force being applied to them, the presence he had come to know had all but vanished, moving so quickly that he was almost unable to register it's sensation. Eventually, the alien speed of the presence ceased and seemed to begin falling onto the machine giving this group so much trouble, causing Dmitry to look up at the sky only to have part of the sun blotted out by his comrade. As he dropped, he seemed to pick up quite a bit of speed, most likely as a result of his magic. However, despite the impressive velocity he gained from whatever spell he was casting on his way down, it was the same, almost instantaneous speed that he had before, allowing Dmitry to track him with his spirit sense as he had done thus far.

    Still, it seemed there was something else at play as well, if the feedback the gray-hair was getting was to believed. This something was making it a great deal easier to track Niyol during his speedy descent towards the Iron Giant, a fact that was not necessarily a good thing as far as Dmitry's personal experience went. Looking a bit closer, the Lamian was fairly certain he knew now what the cause was, spotting a strange claw that seemed to form around the chief's hand, not to mention the incredibly ominous and flame like glow that was coming from it. Something about all of this made Dmitry fairly certain that he wasn't going to like what would happen next, hunch that usually proved correct in his past experiences, especially when dealing with Niyol.

    Sure enough, when the reclusive one's claw hit the metal exterior of the Tesseract, a massive explosion of blue fire occurred, producing a light that threatened to blind the guild mage. Of course, considering this was the Cthulhuish magic of the chief of the Tribe of Souls, it was only to be rationally expected that it would produce far and away more than simple visual or auditory stimuli. Indeed, this blast erupted with an incredible and truly absurd amount of spiritual influence, nearly causing Dmitry to shudder as he shielded his eyes form the light. Not only was the spirit walker affected by this force of death and despair, but he could feel the spirits shying away from it's powerful essence, a statement of the extent of this audacious spell.

    Truly it was a marvelous and terrible feat as even Dmitry's spirits echoed their displeasure at what to their eyes was a wave of horror, forcing the medium to 'reel them in' as it were. To any on lookers ignorant of the true nature of this attack, it would seem as though the machine should have crumbled to the ground in pieces after such an attack. However, they would be proven frightfully incorrect as the death mage came flying out of the dust cloud his attack had created before slamming into the canyon wall behind Dmitry and Hana, creating yet another dust cloud. Niyol's next statement made the former tribal sigh and shake his head, wishing that the previous attack had delivered a bit more oomph in the tangible sense.

    "You really gotta start thinkin' this kinda shit through, Mopey."
    Dmitry said with a weary voice, having seen where Niyol's recklessness could get him. It seemed the strange euphoria that had possessed him had now passed, possibly a result of the ridiculous amount of spiritual stimuli he just received. The spirit user wondered what had caused it in the first place, the experience being quite new to him. Unfortunately, he wouldn't have time to ponder that thought as the dust cloud from the attack faded, revealing a very much intact Tesseract.

    Dmitry cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders as the second act of this battle began...




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    iyol pulled himself from the crater he was in and dusted himself off, quickly moving back to less open ground. He let out a grunt while holding his arm, a piece of rock stuck in it with no blood coming out. Even after he pulled at the foreign object he noticed not a drop of blood was drawn, his expression diminishing to a slight pout. 'Humans bleed...' he thought while looking at it, ignoring Dmitry's comment. "Change of plans! Master-" "I'm not your master" "-Act as a distraction. Ummm... person... who's name ... I don't know..." Hana stood behind the cover with Niyol and seemed to be trying to remember the name Niyol called him... "If you can help me get in close I can melt that thing." she said while looking at Dmitry with a confident glare. "You say you'd melt it, the same way you said you were going to kill me when we met. As I recall, you're unable to kill anything without turning to stone at the last second, your desire to preserve life over riding your desire to survive."

    Hana's hands balled up into fists, frustration becoming more prevalent in her expression. "ERRRGGGHHH! With you it's always killing, you have to kill everything-" "If something is trying to kill me, I will not allow it to continue existence." "So why did you let me live!?" "Because you're not worth killing." Hana paused with an insulted expression, trying to wonder why that was his response. Hana had seen Niyol kill scores of people, many if not most of which were lesser than herself in terms of power. A quick flashback was induced from when she first met Niyol, the fact that she obeyed the tradition and openly challenged Niyol to a duel. Her arm rested over her stomach, the spot where she was hit by the same attack Niyol used on the machine. "If you're going to charge at it, then be intelligent and let a real wizard strike it down. Someone who has the strength to kill when necessary, instead of running their mouth only to fail miserably. You just do the only thing you seem competent at and keep Sir Kazakov from being hit in case the beast looses interest in me."

    Niyol's words were harsh, but they weren't without purpose. Hana was someone who required a great deal of force to get through to, and Niyol was someone not known for holding back his words. In all honesty, he didn't want her to be charging in at all... it was the reason he chose to be the one to get in close, since that placed him at point blank range with the sword that destroyed Dmitry's summon. 'Mister Kazakov... if you allow Hana to get injured, you'll be facing a worse foe than that abomination of nature.' Was the exact message the look in Niyol's eyes sent as he glanced to Dmitry while walking out into the open. While he didn't say those words exactly, anyone who knew Niyol at all would be able to read his expressions... or rather, tell when he was expressing any at all.

    The machine fired a barrage of gunfire at him immediately, but found no success as the man seemed to turn blue, and transparent with the rounds going directly through him. He regained color, turning to look like a proper human should to show not a single scratch. A machine was shot out, looking like a type of airplane as it targeted Niyol and began speeding up. Niyol in turn ran at it while drawing his sword which quickly became his scythe. Niyol jumped, his bare feet tapping alongside the top of the flying device with a type of black energy coming from them. The machine showed some sparks coming around it just before it angled down, hitting the ground and exploding. Using the force, Niyol spread his wings instantly causing the machine to take exception to him and providing Dmitry and Hana with all the distraction they'd need.


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