As Dmitry looked up to the sky, wondering what in the world it was that he was supposed to make of all this, he suddenly heard what sounded like a spell being cast. Instinct kicking in, the wizard turned to see who was casting this spell and deal with them, but this effort soon proved to be too little too late.
Just as he caught a glimpse of his assailant, he was knocked back a few paces by what seemed to be a type of shadow that wrapped itself around him like a net, restricting nearly all of his movement. Before he could react to the crushing force of his newfound bindings, he was hit with a second spell, one that felt like he was getting hit by over a dozen cannonballs. After he was thrown off his feet by the force of the attack, the grey-hair landed hard and rolled across the ground, the bindings destroyed by the shotgun blast of poison spheres.
Be it from the dark spell or the toxic one that came after it, Dmitry was in a great deal of pain right now. Not only did the shadow net and poison spheres deliver a great deal of force, enough to leave him with a few cracked ribs and no end of bruises, but the venom from the latter attack was obviously a neurotoxin, the evidence being the immense and irrational pain the mage was feeling in the places that were hit. He felt as though his nerve endings were on fire, a feeling Dmitry had felt before, but never on this kind of scale.
However, regardless of the pain he was in right now, this wasn't the time to be lounging on the ground feeling sorry for himself. Right now he had what was most likely two mages trying to end his life and he had to defend himself in whatever way he could, an objective he was quite familiar with."Good to see you again, ass-clown."
Dmitry said as he pushed himself off the ground, noticing the familiar face from a past battle. "I see you didn't get enough last time, huh? Guess I better get started then..."
As soon as he got to his feet, he looked up at the two assailants with a wolfish grin, pupils glowing silver and irises black. An fog-like aura suddenly permeated from him, almost completely obscuring him save for his eyes as he held his hand out in front of him, forming a magic circle that seemed to draw in the thick haze. "I invoke the Swift Hawk: Vedfolnir!"
At the call of it's name, a bird of prey formed from the silver aura being drawn into the circle and flew forth, speeding straight at the dark mages in an attempt to scatter them. If they didn't move, the hawk would graze them so as to prevent them from having the chance to block it's path.
As Vedfolnir made his attack, Dmitry ran over to the tree which his knife was still planted in, removing it before running a few paces towards his opponents and disappearing. Using a spell from the Arc of Destiny, the mage reappeared in front of the dragon slayer, knife in a reverse grip. While the hawk spirit was coming back around in an attempt to slash the shadow mage with it's talons, the grey haired mage launched a savage flurry of attacks aimed at different parts of his opponents. The first was an attempt to slash the poison mage across the eyes, in the hopes of blinding him. The second was a left handed left hook aimed aimed at his opponent's ribs, followed up with a heel kick directed at his gut. He would then make a rather open upward slash for the dark mage's face, which he fully expected to be to be blocked. If this was the case, he would pull up his left leg and fire off a kick aimed at the green-hair's right knee, hopefully crippling the limb.
Whether this played out or not, however, Dmitry would find himself coughing again, reeling back a few feet and holding his hand to his mouth. If Vedfolnir was still intact, it would make another pass at the shadow user, this time aiming for her legs. As the grey-hair's violent coughing ceased, he found blood on the hand he had held to his face. The sight distracted him for only a fraction of a second before turning back to his opponent.
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- Spells Used:
Duration: 3 posts
Cooldown: 4 posts
Description: "I invoke the Swift Hawk: Vedfolnir!" Dmitry calls forth a 2 ft tall, spectral hawk with, as always, a smoke like appearance. It tends to either circle it's enemy or Dmitry himself. The bird of prey seems to have no need to land.
Piercing Flight - Vedfolnir flies at it's target at incredible speeds, delivering a strike with pinpoint accuracy that deals 1.5 C rank damage. Duration: Instant. Cooldown: 2 posts.
-Can deal with areal targets.
-Strikes with great precision.
-It has a great deal of agility.
-Very low defensive qualities.
-Has only one means of attack.
-Cannot do much against more defense driven opponents.
-Piercing strike can be diverted by wide range spells.
Name: Start to Finish
Cooldown: 2 Posts
Description: Dmitry closes the gap between his 'now' and 'later', causing him to not only appear where he is going to be in up to 5 seconds, but he will also be in the midst of performing whatever action he would perform at that time.
-Allows him to quickly close in on his opponent.
-Can speed up Dmitry's next attack.
-Perfect for evading enemy projectiles.
-Can also put him in his enemies cross-hairs if mistimed.
-Can cause him to collide with walls, trees, or other allies if he is not careful.
-Only allows him to move up to 10 meters in directions he can go normally.
-Does not allow him to pass through enemy attacks.