The great Hunt.

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

Tyrin Smiled, "Then do it! But I can get you with this. Shadows....enslave..." He seemed to dissolve into darkness, attempting to take control of the Miduni who had already established a link with him. The Shadow chuckled, "Good my young apprentice...very good...feed on his fear take over his mind and crush his sanity!"

[Edzilla]

Torak smiled, recovering from the blast that had slightly blackened his face, but nothing more. "Then lets do it..."
Torak pulled out his knife, seemingly calm among the chaos. Then he drew it back into a combat stance, the point of his knife directly towards the nearest Kredenko. The Kredenko matched his gaze, relaxing is finger on his guns trigger eager to meet Toraks challenge. There eyes were locked for what seemed like minutes until Torak finally mad a move. He sprinted towards the hulking beast, ducking under a arm then raising his knife to meet the colossal gun, now being used as a club. "So slow," was all that Torak could think. Under fist came round and he repeated the maneurve, instead slashing the Kredenkos arm, hoping to severe something major. Instead the alien grinned mockingly at him, smashing him in the chest with another fist. Torak went flying, landing several meters away, face down in the snow. He tried to get to his feet but he could hardly breathe. Only sucking in air after coughing up a splatter of blood, which dyed the snow red. He looked up to see the beast with the same malevolant grin, the beast that didnt feel pain.

Seta quickly got to his feet, pain burned in his abdomen, but the adrenalin soon numbed it. What pained him more was his denial, hed been vying for blood for days, this Miduni was far stronger than some average mage. He bared his teeth at the Miduni, who seemed unimtimidated. The wolf snarled before charging again, this time more aware of the creature power.

Torak stumbled to his feet, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the gold necklace given to him by Svetlena. Blood was dripping down the side of his mouth as he put on the necklace, the main piece coming to hang over his torso. "I was hoping to save this for something special," he eyed up the Kredenko manically. "but you've forced me to put it on a little to soon." He held his knife again, this time horizontally at head height. Now the Kredenko could see deep into his eyes, it was somewhat reminiscent of the time on the ship. Torak charged again, hoping the neckless would kick in soon.

[Zrascak]

Sammael moved swiftly, redirecting the power of his spell to another, more harmless target. "Interesting, now I might need to do some repairs. However this one should give you a bit more of a challenge." Sammael said as he spoke a short Word and sent out a spell of his own devising, known only to him and a few others and sealed by himself to prevent people from stealing it. The spell was a tendril of arcane power, coupled with both excess of heat (fire) and a lack of heat (ice) that aimed at whatever target he wished, hitting it in rapid patterns, heating up, cooling down and smashing apart over and over again. This spell he directed at the enemy that had spoken to him previously.

[Yuno]

He saw Svetlana turn to look at him and a smile formed on her face. He watched her turn saluting the blade in her hand at the charm around him. He watched the light around her burst towards him as she disappeared. He watched light encase him like armor and the blade in his hand was replaced by a more masculine version of the one she'd been wielding seconds before. He'd never used one like it..but somehow it felt right. He looked at Seta and could see registered surprise on the wolf's face. When he looked back at the creature he'd challenged he saw awe and respect there. Glancing at his reflection in a piece of Sammael's form he could see that his hair had turned pure white, that his eyes also seemed to blaze with inner light and that celestial magic was ebbing and flowing around his hand in silver whisps of energy. He could hear Svetlana like she was part of his mind. "Smear him..."

[Esiphas]

As Sammaels power was released again, His Right arm Imploded, shattering into tiny shards. The spell itself soared towards its target, but Dissapated as a sheild of purple flame appeared mid-air to block it. The Miduni Leader had a wicked smile on his face, almost mocking. "Keep trying, Sammael. Maybe your oh so unlimited power will get through eventually."

At the same Time, Tyamus felt a migrane erupt inside hsi head as though his brain had been set ablaze, and the Miduni's mocking laughter rung around his mind. His link turned upon him, The Miduni's mind invading his, searching memorys, desires, plans, fears. The Link was now entirely dominated by the Miduni, but maintained by Tyamus- The Miduni was killing him with his own magic.

Svetlana-Torak could see the second kredenko squaring up against him. Physically, the kredenko was superior, but a single blow would most likely be enough to finish off the Kredenko. He chuckled as his muscles rippled, scales growing on his forarms. "Come on then Human. Attack me." Torak could feel his body dissolving slowly, painlessly, but it was still happening. The kredenko began his charge, Throwing his gun into the air, But he was stopped dead as he ran face first into a red light wall. The wall vanished instantly, and the kredenko was engulfed in flames- Though these seemed to do nothing more than distract huim as he desperately tried to put them out. Torak heard Erins voice in his ear.

"Strike..."

[Edzilla]

Torak looked past the giant Krendenko for a moment at Seta. The wolf could weave and duck all he wanted, he was going to take a spell at some point. Torak sprinted forward, as if blindly stumbling into a attack. The light gave him speed, a little strength but above all he felt his spirit lifted, the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth stopped immediately and no more blood was coughed. "So this is what mage hood feels like," Torak thought, by bloodline he had magic potential but it had never bloomed into anything powerful, his lore would forever be unknown.
Torak barked to Seta, more commanding than usual, making the wolf turn sprinting towards Torak and the Kredenko. The Miduni tools this as a chance to be rid of the stupid mutt, charging something powerful in his hands, directed towards Seta.
The teen ducked under the arm of the flailing Kredenko as Seta and Torak met in the middle of the crossfire. No words were spoken they kept running. The spell of the Miduni, reached its limit and flew towards what was suppose to be Seta.
Instead it found a different target, Torak weld the blade, now glinting brightly with light. He brought it into spell, feeling the two fields of magic collide. He strained with effort, pushing more and more into the blade. The spell bounced back, it new target was also its creator.
Simultaneously, Seta leapt for the burning Kredenkos throat. His and Toraks attacks in perfect unison, he knocked the brute to the ground, clamping his fangs round it's throat, canines ready to puncture the jugular...


Ooc- mind if I kill this guy Esiphas?

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

(I didn't get a response to mine?)

[Yuno]

Ness strode towards his sister and the current commander of his intelligence branch of the clan one word spitting from his lips like venom from a serpent, "How!" she stepped back in fear. Ness was leader of the clan for a reason, and while she had long desired his death even she had to admit that Svetlana being spirited away was daunting...Svetlana had never posed a threat, and had often stood besides Neyla in her intrigue and battles. Perhaps she felt a twinge of jealousy for how much Ness loved her...but that was nothing to make Neyla happy that she was taken, "Ness I don't know how they got in...it appears they were already within our clan...nobody but the guards could have taken her...." His hand met her face hard causing her to stumble backwards as he shouted, "I ordered that our best be posted to protect her. And your best lay dead like street soldiers..." He was in a cold rage now, "Do you realize what fools we look like." Neyla stood up striking him, "They were your men not mine....dont you dare try to pin this on me!" He stepped back his face cold with rage, "You dare strike me!" She stood her ground prepared to dual with him if she had to, "Ness calm your fire...we both know that you are only like this because she's the one woman you have always desired...and you thought you could have her...." he was taken back by these words as Neyla went on , "They won't harm her...Tyrin wants her....Light knows why...but he has set his mind upon having her...and that means they won't harm her....now calm yourself and stop striding about thinking with your dick instead of your mind." Ness stood silent for several moments and then suddenly he drew out the runes for a spell...his light blade appeared in his hands seconds later as he strode forward at Neyla who managed to draw her own barely in time...it was not even a fight....where Svetlana may have stood a chance, Neyla was a tactician not a warrior...Very soon Neyla found herself with Ness behind her his blade running her through. He leaned down next to his eldest sister's ear smiling, "I am so glad that Svetlana will never know how you died....she did love you so didn't she...you were her favorite sister...I can tell her you died when the shadows took her away...." Neyla gagged horribley as she slid from his blade into the realm of death she managed to weeze out, "Yes...and she will never love you like that..." Ness slit her throat in rage at this and then strode outwards motioning to his special guard to clean up the mess.

[Esiphas]

ooc- Sorry Tyamius, It looks like i Effed that bit up. Check it now.

[Zrascak]

Sammael looked as his arm imploded and a chilling laughter came from his lips. "Finally! Finally I can fight! It has been so long now, so so long!" he said as his left eye changed colour from the usual ice-blue to a deep blood-red. "Let us see if you can handle this." Sammael said before he began muttered a short incantation, taking control of the shards of his former arm to create a temporary limb. With two arms once again, though one was more magic than material, Sammael began to show why people where so afraid, he weaved three different spells simultaneously. From his right hand came forth a long snake shaped out of living fire, an old and well used battle spell. With a short incantation he summoned and sent forth a series of half-real blades, each blade aligned to another element than the one next to it. Finally with his left hand he cast a magic of his own creation, a spell based on the very antithesis to the entropy spell he had used for his first attack. The spell was designed to cause rampant growth and regeneration of anything it hit, causing even metal molecules to replicate, faster and faster but locked on in the same part of space and time, causing it to reach critical mass quickly and then simply implode.

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

"My dark lord....save your vessel..." Tyrin roared outloud grasping his head as he fell to the ground. He had no control of the shadows, they sprang out all around lashing violently at friend and foe alike. His wings shot out, extended further by the shadows.

"Poor, poor Tyrin...you wish me to save you....as you wish...give me your hand..." THe shadow said reaching out with a malicious smile. "Your body shall be !" The shadow grabbed hold of Tyrin's Hand engulfing him, and then Tyrin felt nothing.

Outside of the body shadows exploded, a cloud of dust engulfed everything. When the cloud vanished Tyrin stood, his eyes solid black and dozen of runes glowed purple across his body. "This vessel...its pleases me!" The shadow laughed, its voice seemed wicked and distorted with a laugh to match.

[Esiphas]

Torak and Seta felt the Creature writhing in agony for a second as its juular burst, sprayin foul, dark red blood everywhere. As the blood settled, the Kredenko died. One of the remainin two Turned its gunfire on Torak, but he found a familiar red Hexagon Shield blocking the bullets. "Nice work Torak. Thats a third of them down."

Sammael felt his magics trembling, and his false Arm melted away, even as the other arm and both legs began to crack and buckle. As the Spells fired off, the left leg imploded, torn apart much like the arm. However, despite the first two spells Failiure, the Weaker of the two Miduni was caught full on by the rowth spell. Screaming in agony, he moved his rapidly changing hands in a movement to cast a final spell, before his body tore itself apart.

The effect was immediate. The spell released all the magic in the miduni's body, and compiled it into a magical sinularity. It wasn't large, and it wasn't pretty, but It was powerful. Both Kredenko Crumpled immedately, their Souls torn from their bodys. Torak felt Namine bein ripped away, and at the same time, felt Seta's soul being dragged in. Sammael felt his soul being sheilded by something, something familiar, yet different. And Tyrin-Shadow felt not his soul, but every drop of Magic leaving him.

ooc- Now, I know you all probably thinking "WTF Esiphas?". But I did warn you, this was going to be a tough fight. I'm going to roll Percentage for all of you, and modify it based on certain things. I'll let you know who survives. As it stands, Sammael has the best chance of surviving this, followed by Namine. You can use the next little while to say your 'Goodbyes.'

[Zrascak]

Sammael looked around and a fierce grin spread on his face as his blue eye turned red. "So finally something might manage to kill me, well I will at least leave this after me." Sammael said and used all his power to begin weaving a spell, muttering incantations and Words alike as energies formed around him. The spell would trigger first when Sammael died and all the power he managed to place in it until then would be released in one single blast, a blast of soul magic that would trap as many souls as it could of those who had been marked by Sammael now as enemies, this included every single miduni and kredenko but also people he had met before and not managed to get rid of then. All of these souls that the energy in the blast managed to handle would be sealed into a monument of remembrance, to ensure that they would be removed from the organisation Sammael left behind. As if the things he had not done before was enough, this last act of his will, even if it did not have the power to take even one soul, the mere idea of it in fact, would ensure that he lived on forever as a dark terror in the stories of ancient times.

OOC: Just to explain, the spell might take hundreds or even thousands of souls and seal them, or it might simply lack the power to take even one (unlikely since it will be powered when Sammael dies by everything he has placed into it until then as well as the energy that is his being, it should at least take the miduni and kredenko they are fighting, though that is up to you Esiphas of course). If it lacks the power the monument of soul storing will still be created since there is enough power for that and his plan will still be written on it, along with the list of enemies the spell was intended for.

[Edzilla]

Toraks minor victory was overshadowed by his imminent death. As he looked at the approaching blast, he couldn't think of what to do but only of what he had left on this world, in this universe. The child he would never know the adulthood he would never achieve, all because of one mage, guess life really was cheap. The light of his necklace died away, his inner light vanishing, his hair returning back to dark brown. Worst of all he felt something go, it could've been a limb, instead it was Seta. Then after all connections had been severed, he felt himself fade, his life flashing before his eyes.

"You know he will never be a warrior like yourself, his magehood will be his destiny..." The tired looking woman said, holding 1 year old Torak in her arms. "No, magehood comes as a choice, he will be a hunter as his fath..." The woman now looked solemn, apparently affected by the mans words, "I don't care if I'm not, I still love h..."

Torak and Seta sat by the lake, a spear in the 10 year olds hands. "I here murmurs from the higher wolfs Torak, they speak of banishment..."
The spear hit the water, apparently just shy of a large salmon. "I know... mother has confronted me not even about my failure as a wizard this time..."
"What did she say?"
Torak simply looked at the water, riling gently in the autumn wind, "I love y..."

"Run, run now as far away from me as possible..", the girl, 14 as he was looked blankly, " you know I won't ever leave you, even if I die... I.. I love y..."

Torak came back, something had awoken him from his stupor. He saw, felt.. even smelt the agony of all those around him, why should this have to happen to so many.
Something was prolonging his life, but it would die soon, along with him. He crawled over to the body of Seta, only his base animal systems keeping him alive now. He held his head up to the wolfs, looking deep and empty. " Seta, Seta I will always love you, even as we die. Maybe if there is afterlife, we can hunt together once again You were my partner, my friend... My closest friend,"
A human couldn't have done better, Torak lay in the snow, the thoughts in his head swirling gently. "Svetlena, take care of the child, the one I will never hear or see.." He was slipping into bliss, feeling warm, "I'm sorry... sorry, you were what I needed and wanted, you could understand the feeling of loss...you were so beautiful.. So much I wished to tell you, I'm sorry " The final words seemed to be spoken by many many voices, of different races and genders , he spoke them out loud,"I love you..."

Ooc- Guess this is it for Torak, he doesn't have anything that can counter spell, he will only live with help, after which he will be a broken human.

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

The shadow stopped and looked at Tyrin's hands, not even a spark of his vessels magic. "How...this magic....I will return!" The shadow said tapping into some lost art. His the physical body seemed to melt as Tyrin's soul and the Shadow fled. A vessel to hold two would be hard to find, the shadow could not survive to long, and with Tyrin now magicless he was only there because of his knowledge.