"If I cannot save you, then I shall end your pain!" D yelled, using every skill he knew to block or dodge the barrage of attacks from his brother. He had to think of a plan. His armor had suffered a few dents and cuts already. He dodged another attack and ran at the wall, kicking off of it. Despite what his armor may have looked like, it was flexible and lightweight. He attacked again, and quickly formed his own little strategy.
He picked up the shaft of the canesword, and used it as another sword. The wood was hard, despite what it appeared to be, and would leave bruises on the skin of most who encountered it. Still though, D doubted this would be end the fight. He had to make Mickal drop the dead zone. Then he would have his chance to end it all.
D would soon find that his strategy only increased his own defenses since the cane did little to his brothers tough skin, which hardly bled even when sliced. He was far from human now, maybe even farther than D was. "Hahaha! Is that all you have brother?! A pity then, but oh how I shall enjoy devouring your essence!" The insane abomination howled as he whipped about his sword, his fanged wings clawing ceaselessly at D as the beast continued to assault him. Without magic D was going to have some kind of new edge, either from help or from a clever plan, either way, what he was doing now was not enough.
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The last of the golems fell just as Alex was forced to do away with the dragon. The scattered scrap metal of the once fearsome iron and steel warriors lay strewn across the room, and all was silent. Alex had no way of tracking Arkurus, but perhaps he could track D...but even if he did he would be confronted with a dead zone and a wall of stone at least two hundred feet thick. Still, there were other places in the mansion, secret rooms in the dungeon, and, of course, Arkurus's private tower.
Alex ran to the large wall and sighed, banging his arms against his. Controlling that dragon and sending it back was hard work. He punched it again, before running off, seeking someway around it or some way to find his Master. He tried finding his thoughts, but found nothing. Either he was in a dead zone...or he was dead....
"No. Not Master," Alex assured himself. That old bastard survived...He had to.
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D sighed and tried to think. He had to find some way around all this. Without magic. He tried to think, and focus on the match. What advantage could he have over Arkurus with no magic? Physical? He was strong, but not that strong. Speed? Intellect? The only thing D could find was the ability to talk, hoping to distract him.
D remembered how he would distract his foes, using his words, as well as his swords. It would make the enemy believe that D was so powerful, he didn't even need to focus on the fight. That he could beat them, and come up with good jokes while doing it.
"So tell me, brother, what were our dear parents like? My memory is a bit fuzzy!" he yelled, splitting his mind perfectly, a feat he mastered years ago. One part focused all on the battle, his skills still just as good as when the fight started. The other, focused on talking to Mickal. "Best I care remember is that they never hugged you much. Always thought I was cuter. Not surprising really. It would definitely explain why I could flirt a girl into bed and you have to torture one into bed!" he laughed, putting a mask of confidence on. "And really? Stealing my essence is your plan? You don't have anything better to do? What about after? What are you going to do when I'm dead? you'll be the most powerful being in the universe, probably immortal, but then you'll be all alone. The people and animals will die, and you, will be all alone. The gods from above will come down and kick your fat ass, and you'll be left wondering how it all went wrong!"
(Is Alex doing anything important now?)
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"Please." Mickal said as he fought, dismissing the questions with a bored sigh. "Im hardly a fat ass, or has your sight gone with your magic? If the gods cared about this world, then they would stop me here and now before I could be victorious, and I have no desire to speak of our parents with you. It is unhealthy to speak of dead relatives they say." Mickal whipped about with blow after blow after blow, and quickly began to seem bored. "Why wont you just die already? Im going win eventually. I never tire, I never age, I never die. You might as well lay down your sword and beg for a swift and painless death. Not saying I would give you one, but it is worth a try." Suddenly, as he spoke, an opening appeared in his stand leading right into his ribs. If D took it at the right moment, then it would hit home!
((He's searching for a way to D. We can just make it that he can't find a way, until it's all over. Also, don't end the rp if after this fight (if you were planning. If not, ignore this). D still has one last test for Alex to complete to be the Master of Magic))
"Oh shut up. Do you really think I'm afraid of you? You obviously have no idea what being Master of Magic is all about. It does not matter how much power you have, what you do to me, my life, or anything! The Masters of Magic have always had a gift that has surpassed anything you know. You may never die, never tire, and never age, but I have something you don't. I NEVER GIVE UP!" D yelled as he attacked with his sword at the ribs of his brother. "Nor will I ever!"
(Well, im not planing on ending this any time soon, Im just saying that Alex may be able to help D indirectly, but it would require him to go into Arkurus's tower, where he was forbidden to go)
The blade sank deep into Mickal's flank, and half gold half crimson blood spilled forth in equal measure. But the mutated demigod hardly seemed to notice as he took the chance to sink his own thirsting blade deep into D's stomach. D's armor may have been able to take some glancing blows and maybe even one or two direct hits, but Mickal' strength would not be denied and without magic to strengthen the metal, the armor split like a tin can before the mutant blade. "Hahaha...brother, death silences all." D's sword sank all the way through Mickal, but it seemed to cause him no pain or even discomfort. Mickal then painfully twisted his sword within D, ruinning all his insides instantly, and then pulled the blade loose, allowing the master of magic to fall away from him. "Not enough where it counts." Mickal said as he looked down at the soon to be deceased master of magic. With such a grievous wound, and no magi, how could D hope to survive? How would Zane?
"Now I kill you, and absorb your power...and in a few years your apprentice will be ready, and then his apprentice, and then the apprentice after that. I shall be the curse of your legacy brother, and then one day, I will surpass all! Already I have a trump...but you dont need to know about that. The dead need not concern themselves with the affairs of the living." It seemed as though this story would come to a tragic end. Alex was locked outside, as was all the magic, D was nearly slain and bleeding out upon the cold marble floor, and Zane was...not where D had left him. Suddenly, the wounded dark elf was behind Mickal, his right hand burning purple with the curse of his forefather.
"What the-" Mickal was only able to turn halfway around before Zane lurched forward with a brutal growl and grabbed the mutants face, burning and covering it in purple flames. An unnatural scream of pain filled the air as Mickal was absorbed into the fire, the powerful curse which fed off magic. Although Mickal had created a dead zone around himself, much like his golems, he himself was exempt from it. Were he not then he would be severely weakened, like the golems who used magic to move. As such, the glutenous flames hungrily began to devourer his form within a purple maelstrom for fire.
Then, with a sudden burst of energy, the flames, and dead zone, were extinguished, leaving a slightly cooked and super pissed Mickal. Batting Zane mercilessly into the wall with his wings, Mickal turned to finish the dark elf off, failing to realize that his dead zone had dispersed and D was not yet dead.
D smiled as he felt the dead zone drop. He rose up to finally end this fight, but quickly fell once more, coughing up blood. He looked down, and saw what looked like his organs falling out of his body. He would need time to heal this wound, but in that time Mickal could easily destroy him. This couldn't be how it ended it! THIS COULDN'T!
"I can't leave you kids alone for five seconds, can I?" a voice laughed. A blue orb suddenly floated into the Mickal's face, and floated up and down, before retreating to D. "So...That's Mickal? He looks different since the last I saw of him," Hoods chuckled.
Before Mickal could threaten the old man, Hoods shot in front of Mickal, the fist sized orb floating there, right between the two. "If you want to kill my young friend, then you'll have to go through me first, Mickal," the orb warned.
With amazing speed though, Hoods began to multiply. Soon, in mere seconds, dozens of Hoods were in the dungeon, floating around Mickal and D. They then shot like balls of lightning, attacking Mickal from all angles with the speed of light, and the strength of a hundred trains.
Mickal was soon bombarded with all the balls of light and his golden red blood spilled with each blow. "Graaa what are you?!" He growled in extreme frustration was he slashed wildly at the nearest orbs, his sword thirsting for magic as were his claws. He still didnt seem to feel the pain coming form the blows, but the damage to his body was unmistakable, and soon he was leaning against the wall, battered and bloodied with more broken bones then he cared to count.
(Im telling you, Mickal's trump is a doozy, they will need Alex's help from the outside to actually kill Mickal)
((Right, right))
Alex's search for a way to help his Master, soon led him to Arkurus's tower. The good news was, that he could once again his Master's magical aura. He could also sense something else, or rather, someone else. But this aura, was unknown to him. Whoever it was, had amazing magical powers though. Rivaling his Master....No...No, not rivaling! SURPASSING! he realized.
"I hope that's not Arkurus," the young mage sighed, before entering the tower, searching for anything of importance.
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Hoods did not answer, nor did he stop his attack. He continued the assult with amazing speed and strength, before saying. "What is in a name." As for D, the old man found himself impressed and surprised. He had never seen the blue orb fight. He did not even know Hoods could leave his library! He quickly shook off his confusion, and ran to Zane, checking to see if the man still had a pulse.
Zane was bloodied and broken almost as much as Mickal was being, and coughed up some blood. What was left of him had shattered upon impact with the wall, and his black skin was darker than normal due to internal injuries and horrible wounds. He looked up slightly at D when he came to his side and could offer only a regretful expression. He tried to say something, but his attempt only forced blood out of his overflowing lungs, which had been punctured by his broken ribs, depriving him of his ability to breath.
Im going to die...Im actually...going to die... His thoughts were sad and full of regret. He had come to save his sister...but all he had done was cause her pain. Zane's soul tried desperately to remain, but he was fading fast.
On the other side of the room, Mickal was being beat into a bloody pulp, and yet he continued to attempt a counter assualt, even as his body failed him. Finally he fell to the ground, little more than a stain with a face. He growled and then laughed and then hissed. "I hate you...so much...brother." He gasped. "I had hoped...to save this...for...you..." Mickal hacked up what looked like an organ of some sort and smiled disturbingly. Suddenly, the room was filled with a dreadful energy, a terrible core magic, one that mortal could not posses, one that gods did not exercise. A seal of the Apocalypse had been triggered, somehow, even though Mickal was not a seal bearer.
The black energies filled the room and swallowed them all up. Cold began to permeate the stones and if D did not do something fast, he and Zane would freeze before Zane could even fully die. The broken, splattered remained of Mickal were suddenly swept up on a sea of shadows and stood up suddenly as an unnatural and unholy manifestation of what could only be explained as the joining of Mickals discombobulated body parts and pure obsidian evil. His
new form arose, more terrifying and powerful than his last.
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As Alex entered Arkurus's tower, he would feel the all consuming force of the seal of malice, one of the two seals to the Apocalypse. But he would not feel it emanating from the dungeon...but instead from within the towers depths. It was like an overpowering smell, it blocked all else out, and the walls began to freeze with its presence. No doubt whatever was creating this horrible nether energy was in no way helping their cause, this Alex would feel.