Holy High - IC III - Open!

[Syrixces]

Hyperion

Hyperion was shaking. Shivering, he looked over at Nyx, smiling weakly, and mouthed: Thank you.

Leaning down, he held a hand over the fallen angel, the arm returning to its normal bright white burning glow. Pressing down on the wound, he used its raw heat, to cauterize the wounds, sealing them, and stopping the low of blood. Standing back up, he looked almost back to normal. Still slightly shaking, but normal. Breathing calmly, he could feel the exhaustion and stress within him come down from its peak.

Magic is beyond me. Sorry. I've stopped the flow of blood, but I think Tharz will take over again, if we don't act soon. That's what I'm worried about. This stuff......it's eldritch. It's ancient ice, the stuff that Ymir himself was forged out of. This is the stuff that mastered absolute zero. Even I can't melt it, without referring to nuclear attacks.

Looking down at the fallen angel, Hyperion snapped his fingers, and grimaced, as solid chains of Tungsten wrapped around their icy foe.

I'm sorry, Lux

He turned back to the battlefield, sighing, and stalked over to Tharizdun, roaring, glowing with rage.

Raven

Raven grinned, saluting the returning dragon king, Ryujin, with a grin, and tossed one blade out of his right to the nearest ally, Patriah. The blue blade hissed through the air, its icy touch freezing the air around it, its blade unique, the blade permanently transfixed at absolute zero.

Try that! Fuck, the things made out of the stuff!

Turning to the others with a grin, he grabbed Clarent from his waist, and tossed it in the air, letting the hateful blade choose its own host.

Hyperion.

The blade flew to the angered Titan, fastening to his grip, as it burned through the air. Rage filled his soul, as liquid fire metered his lungs, the blind hate filling his mind.

Pulling the others from his back, he tossed Joyeuse to its old keeper, Raphael, and kept the last blade by his side, Durendal.

Grinning, he stalked forward, advancing on Tharizdun.

Not so tough now, are yah, you old fuck?

Hyperion

Hyperion roared, stomping forward, gaining speed, advancing towards Tharizdun. Rage, pure rage had filled his mind, pure determination, anger, hatred.

And Clarent sensed it all.

The blade soared towards him, sensing the raw hatred within Hyperion, matching its own. It molded to him, melded within him, becoming part of him. Clarent, had a new host.

Tharizdun

Tharizdun roared, restrained by the various ropes of darkness, and vines wrapping around him. Still, they had no real effect on him. Ripping through them effortlessly, he snapped next to the small, angel, the one with the vines, and picked her up, grabbing her by the ankle, freezing it to absolute zero, with eldritch ice. Grinning, he snapped it, shattered the frozen flesh. Snarling, and laughing wickedly, he whipped around, and through the crippled angel at Nyx.

This of course, was right before he was pulverized by the mighty prescence of Ryujin. Reduced to a smear, Tharizdun's laughter still echoed, as he reformed almost instantly, crackling out of the air, forming out of first, eldritch ice, and then eventually, becoming flesh. Grinning, he pressed a single finger against Ryujin's chest, whispering, Form of a man, instantly transforming Ryujin into his human state.

Grabbing the water dragon by the skull, he clasped both hands over the temples of the dragon king, and slowly began freezing the liquid inside of Ryujin's head, choking off his brain.

Lord of the sea, done in by his own element. How sad.

[Theocretes]

Hyperion

Hyperion was shaking. Shivering, he looked over at Nyx, smiling weakly, and mouthed: Thank you.

Leaning down, he held a hand over the fallen angel, the arm returning to its normal bright white burning glow. Pressing down on the wound, he used its raw heat, to cauterize the wounds, sealing them, and stopping the low of blood. Standing back up, he looked almost back to normal. Still slightly shaking, but normal. Breathing calmly, he could feel the exhaustion and stress within him come down from its peak.

Magic is beyond me. Sorry. I've stopped the flow of blood, but I think Tharz will take over again, if we don't act soon. That's what I'm worried about. This stuff......it's eldritch. It's ancient ice, the stuff that Ymir himself was forged out of. This is the stuff that mastered absolute zero. Even I can't melt it, without referring to nuclear attacks.

Looking down at the fallen angel, Hyperion snapped his fingers, and grimaced, as solid chains of Tungsten wrapped around their icy foe.

I'm sorry, Lux

He turned back to the battlefield, sighing, and stalked over to Tharizdun, roaring, glowing with rage.

Raven

Raven grinned, saluting the returning dragon king, Ryujin, with a grin, and tossed one blade out of his right to the nearest ally, Patriah. The blue blade hissed through the air, its icy touch freezing the air around it, its blade unique, the blade permanently transfixed at absolute zero.

Try that! Fuck, the things made out of the stuff!

Turning to the others with a grin, he grabbed Clarent from his waist, and tossed it in the air, letting the hateful blade choose its own host.

Hyperion.

The blade flew to the angered Titan, fastening to his grip, as it burned through the air. Rage filled his soul, as liquid fire metered his lungs, the blind hate filling his mind.

Pulling the others from his back, he tossed Joyeuse to its old keeper, Raphael, and kept the last blade by his side, Durendal.

Grinning, he stalked forward, advancing on Tharizdun.

Not so tough now, are yah, you old fuck?

Hyperion

Hyperion roared, stomping forward, gaining speed, advancing towards Tharizdun. Rage, pure rage had filled his mind, pure determination, anger, hatred.

And Clarent sensed it all.

The blade soared towards him, sensing the raw hatred within Hyperion, matching its own. It molded to him, melded within him, becoming part of him. Clarent, had a new host.

Tharizdun

Tharizdun roared, restrained by the various ropes of darkness, and vines wrapping around him. Still, they had no real effect on him. Ripping through them effortlessly, he snapped next to the small, angel, the one with the vines, and picked her up, grabbing her by the ankle, freezing it to absolute zero, with eldritch ice. Grinning, he snapped it, shattered the frozen flesh. Snarling, and laughing wickedly, he whipped around, and through the crippled angel at Nyx.

This of course, was right before he was pulverized by the mighty prescence of Ryujin. Reduced to a smear, Tharizdun's laughter still echoed, as he reformed almost instantly, crackling out of the air, forming out of first, eldritch ice, and then eventually, becoming flesh. Grinning, he pressed a single finger against Ryujin's chest, whispering, Form of a man, instantly transforming Ryujin into his human state.

Grabbing the water dragon by the skull, he clasped both hands over the temples of the dragon king, and slowly began freezing the liquid inside of Ryujin's head, choking off his brain.

Lord of the sea, done in by his own element. How sad.

Ianar rubbed his temples
Restrained huh?
He ran up to Tharizdun and dug his sword into the beasts back, twisting it around
"You have to be the saddest bad guy I have ever met, seriously. Hitting a girl? I mean...come on, be more professional."
He spit in Tharizduns face and threw a fireball in it

[Luminesa]

Hyperion

Hyperion was shaking. Shivering, he looked over at Nyx, smiling weakly, and mouthed: Thank you.

Leaning down, he held a hand over the fallen angel, the arm returning to its normal bright white burning glow. Pressing down on the wound, he used its raw heat, to cauterize the wounds, sealing them, and stopping the low of blood. Standing back up, he looked almost back to normal. Still slightly shaking, but normal. Breathing calmly, he could feel the exhaustion and stress within him come down from its peak.

Magic is beyond me. Sorry. I've stopped the flow of blood, but I think Tharz will take over again, if we don't act soon. That's what I'm worried about. This stuff......it's eldritch. It's ancient ice, the stuff that Ymir himself was forged out of. This is the stuff that mastered absolute zero. Even I can't melt it, without referring to nuclear attacks.

Looking down at the fallen angel, Hyperion snapped his fingers, and grimaced, as solid chains of Tungsten wrapped around their icy foe.

I'm sorry, Lux

He turned back to the battlefield, sighing, and stalked over to Tharizdun, roaring, glowing with rage.

Raven

Raven grinned, saluting the returning dragon king, Ryujin, with a grin, and tossed one blade out of his right to the nearest ally, Patriah. The blue blade hissed through the air, its icy touch freezing the air around it, its blade unique, the blade permanently transfixed at absolute zero.

Try that! Fuck, the things made out of the stuff!

Turning to the others with a grin, he grabbed Clarent from his waist, and tossed it in the air, letting the hateful blade choose its own host.

Hyperion.

The blade flew to the angered Titan, fastening to his grip, as it burned through the air. Rage filled his soul, as liquid fire metered his lungs, the blind hate filling his mind.

Pulling the others from his back, he tossed Joyeuse to its old keeper, Raphael, and kept the last blade by his side, Durendal.

Grinning, he stalked forward, advancing on Tharizdun.

Not so tough now, are yah, you old fuck?

Hyperion

Hyperion roared, stomping forward, gaining speed, advancing towards Tharizdun. Rage, pure rage had filled his mind, pure determination, anger, hatred.

And Clarent sensed it all.

The blade soared towards him, sensing the raw hatred within Hyperion, matching its own. It molded to him, melded within him, becoming part of him. Clarent, had a new host.

Tharizdun

Tharizdun roared, restrained by the various ropes of darkness, and vines wrapping around him. Still, they had no real effect on him. Ripping through them effortlessly, he snapped next to the small, angel, the one with the vines, and picked her up, grabbing her by the ankle, freezing it to absolute zero, with eldritch ice. Grinning, he snapped it, shattered the frozen flesh. Snarling, and laughing wickedly, he whipped around, and through the crippled angel at Nyx.

This of course, was right before he was pulverized by the mighty prescence of Ryujin. Reduced to a smear, Tharizdun's laughter still echoed, as he reformed almost instantly, crackling out of the air, forming out of first, eldritch ice, and then eventually, becoming flesh. Grinning, he pressed a single finger against Ryujin's chest, whispering, Form of a man, instantly transforming Ryujin into his human state.

Grabbing the water dragon by the skull, he clasped both hands over the temples of the dragon king, and slowly began freezing the liquid inside of Ryujin's head, choking off his brain.

Lord of the sea, done in by his own element. How sad.

Xavier watched Hyperion March back into battle, and the sight of Clarent glowing in his hand made him nervous. Clarent was a wicked weapon, and it was feeding off Hyperion's rage. He couldn't let that get out of control...

Finally, in the meantime, Patriah finished his transformation. The seals all over his body had glowed red, temporarily turning his Magic from Wind to something that would definitely kill Tharzidun.

Fire.

He grabbed the Excalibur in his hands, and he smirked. "Sweet! This'll work nicely," he muttered. He then rushed at Tharzidun, acting like he was going to stab him with both the Excalibur and with his Dragonwing Blade. However, when he reached him, he instead put him in a chokehold, and began to send his Magic through Tharzidun. The Eldritch Abomination began to flow with the red seals of Patriah's new Fire Magic, before the seals caught fire themselves, burning through Tharzidun and slowly melting him.

Knowing Patriah would need backup, Leliel/Adam held a Chaos shield ready in his hands. Just in case... he muttered, with a grin.

The Mage nodded to him, before he tightened his grip around Tharzidun. "Feel that? You're burning up, Tharzidun. Looks like things are finally heating up now, aren't they?"

Meanwhile, Sahaqiel laid in Nyx's arms, moaning in pain. She needed a healer, and quickly. Arael ran to start healing her, while watching the fight nearby.

[Ranoria]

Hyperion

Hyperion was shaking. Shivering, he looked over at Nyx, smiling weakly, and mouthed: Thank you.

Leaning down, he held a hand over the fallen angel, the arm returning to its normal bright white burning glow. Pressing down on the wound, he used its raw heat, to cauterize the wounds, sealing them, and stopping the low of blood. Standing back up, he looked almost back to normal. Still slightly shaking, but normal. Breathing calmly, he could feel the exhaustion and stress within him come down from its peak.

Magic is beyond me. Sorry. I've stopped the flow of blood, but I think Tharz will take over again, if we don't act soon. That's what I'm worried about. This stuff......it's eldritch. It's ancient ice, the stuff that Ymir himself was forged out of. This is the stuff that mastered absolute zero. Even I can't melt it, without referring to nuclear attacks.

Looking down at the fallen angel, Hyperion snapped his fingers, and grimaced, as solid chains of Tungsten wrapped around their icy foe.

I'm sorry, Lux

He turned back to the battlefield, sighing, and stalked over to Tharizdun, roaring, glowing with rage.

Raven

Raven grinned, saluting the returning dragon king, Ryujin, with a grin, and tossed one blade out of his right to the nearest ally, Patriah. The blue blade hissed through the air, its icy touch freezing the air around it, its blade unique, the blade permanently transfixed at absolute zero.

Try that! Fuck, the things made out of the stuff!

Turning to the others with a grin, he grabbed Clarent from his waist, and tossed it in the air, letting the hateful blade choose its own host.

Hyperion.

The blade flew to the angered Titan, fastening to his grip, as it burned through the air. Rage filled his soul, as liquid fire metered his lungs, the blind hate filling his mind.

Pulling the others from his back, he tossed Joyeuse to its old keeper, Raphael, and kept the last blade by his side, Durendal.

Grinning, he stalked forward, advancing on Tharizdun.

Not so tough now, are yah, you old fuck?

Hyperion

Hyperion roared, stomping forward, gaining speed, advancing towards Tharizdun. Rage, pure rage had filled his mind, pure determination, anger, hatred.

And Clarent sensed it all.

The blade soared towards him, sensing the raw hatred within Hyperion, matching its own. It molded to him, melded within him, becoming part of him. Clarent, had a new host.

Tharizdun

Tharizdun roared, restrained by the various ropes of darkness, and vines wrapping around him. Still, they had no real effect on him. Ripping through them effortlessly, he snapped next to the small, angel, the one with the vines, and picked her up, grabbing her by the ankle, freezing it to absolute zero, with eldritch ice. Grinning, he snapped it, shattered the frozen flesh. Snarling, and laughing wickedly, he whipped around, and through the crippled angel at Nyx.

This of course, was right before he was pulverized by the mighty prescence of Ryujin. Reduced to a smear, Tharizdun's laughter still echoed, as he reformed almost instantly, crackling out of the air, forming out of first, eldritch ice, and then eventually, becoming flesh. Grinning, he pressed a single finger against Ryujin's chest, whispering, Form of a man, instantly transforming Ryujin into his human state.

Grabbing the water dragon by the skull, he clasped both hands over the temples of the dragon king, and slowly began freezing the liquid inside of Ryujin's head, choking off his brain.

Lord of the sea, done in by his own element. How sad.

"You're a fool, hatchling." Granted, at first the pain was absolutely miserable. But once he took control of the fluid's temperature himself, he was able to at least keep it somewhat moderate, despite fluctuations due to Thanakron's freezing. "You." Scales burst from Ryujin's eye and scalp, blood running down his head and burning the black god's hands, "are," he snarled, raising a hand and twisting the water in Thanakron's wrist until it popped off, freeing the dragon, who fell a few short meters before landing on his feet atop Bo's shell, "nothing." To help with Patriah's attack, he focused on every ounce of water within Thanakron's body and forced the temperature to spike uncontrollably, almost to the point where the matter would become plasma. Combined with the other dragon's fire runes, it wouldn't be long.

[Azmodeus]

Hyperion

Hyperion was shaking. Shivering, he looked over at Nyx, smiling weakly, and mouthed: Thank you.

Leaning down, he held a hand over the fallen angel, the arm returning to its normal bright white burning glow. Pressing down on the wound, he used its raw heat, to cauterize the wounds, sealing them, and stopping the low of blood. Standing back up, he looked almost back to normal. Still slightly shaking, but normal. Breathing calmly, he could feel the exhaustion and stress within him come down from its peak.

Magic is beyond me. Sorry. I've stopped the flow of blood, but I think Tharz will take over again, if we don't act soon. That's what I'm worried about. This stuff......it's eldritch. It's ancient ice, the stuff that Ymir himself was forged out of. This is the stuff that mastered absolute zero. Even I can't melt it, without referring to nuclear attacks.

Looking down at the fallen angel, Hyperion snapped his fingers, and grimaced, as solid chains of Tungsten wrapped around their icy foe.

I'm sorry, Lux

He turned back to the battlefield, sighing, and stalked over to Tharizdun, roaring, glowing with rage.

Raven

Raven grinned, saluting the returning dragon king, Ryujin, with a grin, and tossed one blade out of his right to the nearest ally, Patriah. The blue blade hissed through the air, its icy touch freezing the air around it, its blade unique, the blade permanently transfixed at absolute zero.

Try that! Fuck, the things made out of the stuff!

Turning to the others with a grin, he grabbed Clarent from his waist, and tossed it in the air, letting the hateful blade choose its own host.

Hyperion.

The blade flew to the angered Titan, fastening to his grip, as it burned through the air. Rage filled his soul, as liquid fire metered his lungs, the blind hate filling his mind.

Pulling the others from his back, he tossed Joyeuse to its old keeper, Raphael, and kept the last blade by his side, Durendal.

Grinning, he stalked forward, advancing on Tharizdun.

Not so tough now, are yah, you old fuck?

Hyperion

Hyperion roared, stomping forward, gaining speed, advancing towards Tharizdun. Rage, pure rage had filled his mind, pure determination, anger, hatred.

And Clarent sensed it all.

The blade soared towards him, sensing the raw hatred within Hyperion, matching its own. It molded to him, melded within him, becoming part of him. Clarent, had a new host.

Tharizdun

Tharizdun roared, restrained by the various ropes of darkness, and vines wrapping around him. Still, they had no real effect on him. Ripping through them effortlessly, he snapped next to the small, angel, the one with the vines, and picked her up, grabbing her by the ankle, freezing it to absolute zero, with eldritch ice. Grinning, he snapped it, shattered the frozen flesh. Snarling, and laughing wickedly, he whipped around, and through the crippled angel at Nyx.

This of course, was right before he was pulverized by the mighty prescence of Ryujin. Reduced to a smear, Tharizdun's laughter still echoed, as he reformed almost instantly, crackling out of the air, forming out of first, eldritch ice, and then eventually, becoming flesh. Grinning, he pressed a single finger against Ryujin's chest, whispering, Form of a man, instantly transforming Ryujin into his human state.

Grabbing the water dragon by the skull, he clasped both hands over the temples of the dragon king, and slowly began freezing the liquid inside of Ryujin's head, choking off his brain.

Lord of the sea, done in by his own element. How sad.

Xavier watched Hyperion March back into battle, and the sight of Clarent glowing in his hand made him nervous. Clarent was a wicked weapon, and it was feeding off Hyperion's rage. He couldn't let that get out of control...

Finally, in the meantime, Patriah finished his transformation. The seals all over his body had glowed red, temporarily turning his Magic from Wind to something that would definitely kill Tharzidun.

Fire.

He grabbed the Excalibur in his hands, and he smirked. "Sweet! This'll work nicely," he muttered. He then rushed at Tharzidun, acting like he was going to stab him with both the Excalibur and with his Dragonwing Blade. However, when he reached him, he instead put him in a chokehold, and began to send his Magic through Tharzidun. The Eldritch Abomination began to flow with the red seals of Patriah's new Fire Magic, before the seals caught fire themselves, burning through Tharzidun and slowly melting him.

Knowing Patriah would need backup, Leliel/Adam held a Chaos shield ready in his hands. Just in case... he muttered, with a grin.

The Mage nodded to him, before he tightened his grip around Tharzidun. "Feel that? You're burning up, Tharzidun. Looks like things are finally heating up now, aren't they?"

Meanwhile, Sahaqiel laid in Nyx's arms, moaning in pain. She needed a healer, and quickly. Arael ran to start healing her, while watching the fight nearby.

Azrael

Azrael came over to Sahaqiel ,nyx, and Arael. "Go my attacks aren't doing anything I'll heal her, take care of him." He laid a hand on her head and one on her injured leg his hands glowing white slowly sinue and bone grew from her leg like vines breaking the ice remanent and growing her leg back "she'll be fine in a little bit ,might need to rest from the shock ,but she's fine...will be fine...shut up I never said that...." He looked down avoiding eye contact with anyone he just focused on her healing leg.

[Luminesa]

Hyperion

Hyperion was shaking. Shivering, he looked over at Nyx, smiling weakly, and mouthed: Thank you.

Leaning down, he held a hand over the fallen angel, the arm returning to its normal bright white burning glow. Pressing down on the wound, he used its raw heat, to cauterize the wounds, sealing them, and stopping the low of blood. Standing back up, he looked almost back to normal. Still slightly shaking, but normal. Breathing calmly, he could feel the exhaustion and stress within him come down from its peak.

Magic is beyond me. Sorry. I've stopped the flow of blood, but I think Tharz will take over again, if we don't act soon. That's what I'm worried about. This stuff......it's eldritch. It's ancient ice, the stuff that Ymir himself was forged out of. This is the stuff that mastered absolute zero. Even I can't melt it, without referring to nuclear attacks.

Looking down at the fallen angel, Hyperion snapped his fingers, and grimaced, as solid chains of Tungsten wrapped around their icy foe.

I'm sorry, Lux

He turned back to the battlefield, sighing, and stalked over to Tharizdun, roaring, glowing with rage.

Raven

Raven grinned, saluting the returning dragon king, Ryujin, with a grin, and tossed one blade out of his right to the nearest ally, Patriah. The blue blade hissed through the air, its icy touch freezing the air around it, its blade unique, the blade permanently transfixed at absolute zero.

Try that! Fuck, the things made out of the stuff!

Turning to the others with a grin, he grabbed Clarent from his waist, and tossed it in the air, letting the hateful blade choose its own host.

Hyperion.

The blade flew to the angered Titan, fastening to his grip, as it burned through the air. Rage filled his soul, as liquid fire metered his lungs, the blind hate filling his mind.

Pulling the others from his back, he tossed Joyeuse to its old keeper, Raphael, and kept the last blade by his side, Durendal.

Grinning, he stalked forward, advancing on Tharizdun.

Not so tough now, are yah, you old fuck?

Hyperion

Hyperion roared, stomping forward, gaining speed, advancing towards Tharizdun. Rage, pure rage had filled his mind, pure determination, anger, hatred.

And Clarent sensed it all.

The blade soared towards him, sensing the raw hatred within Hyperion, matching its own. It molded to him, melded within him, becoming part of him. Clarent, had a new host.

Tharizdun

Tharizdun roared, restrained by the various ropes of darkness, and vines wrapping around him. Still, they had no real effect on him. Ripping through them effortlessly, he snapped next to the small, angel, the one with the vines, and picked her up, grabbing her by the ankle, freezing it to absolute zero, with eldritch ice. Grinning, he snapped it, shattered the frozen flesh. Snarling, and laughing wickedly, he whipped around, and through the crippled angel at Nyx.

This of course, was right before he was pulverized by the mighty prescence of Ryujin. Reduced to a smear, Tharizdun's laughter still echoed, as he reformed almost instantly, crackling out of the air, forming out of first, eldritch ice, and then eventually, becoming flesh. Grinning, he pressed a single finger against Ryujin's chest, whispering, Form of a man, instantly transforming Ryujin into his human state.

Grabbing the water dragon by the skull, he clasped both hands over the temples of the dragon king, and slowly began freezing the liquid inside of Ryujin's head, choking off his brain.

Lord of the sea, done in by his own element. How sad.

"You're a fool, hatchling." Granted, at first the pain was absolutely miserable. But once he took control of the fluid's temperature himself, he was able to at least keep it somewhat moderate, despite fluctuations due to Thanakron's freezing. "You." Scales burst from Ryujin's eye and scalp, blood running down his head and burning the black god's hands, "are," he snarled, raising a hand and twisting the water in Thanakron's wrist until it popped off, freeing the dragon, who fell a few short meters before landing on his feet atop Bo's shell, "nothing." To help with Patriah's attack, he focused on every ounce of water within Thanakron's body and forced the temperature to spike uncontrollably, almost to the point where the matter would become plasma. Combined with the other dragon's fire runes, it wouldn't be long.

"Yes! Thanks, Fish-Face! He'll be cooking tonight for sure!" Patriah thanked him, laughing.

Meanwhile, Sahaqiel rested in Azrael's arms, while Arael and Nyx went to watch the fireworks.

[Azmodeus]

"You're a fool, hatchling." Granted, at first the pain was absolutely miserable. But once he took control of the fluid's temperature himself, he was able to at least keep it somewhat moderate, despite fluctuations due to Thanakron's freezing. "You." Scales burst from Ryujin's eye and scalp, blood running down his head and burning the black god's hands, "are," he snarled, raising a hand and twisting the water in Thanakron's wrist until it popped off, freeing the dragon, who fell a few short meters before landing on his feet atop Bo's shell, "nothing." To help with Patriah's attack, he focused on every ounce of water within Thanakron's body and forced the temperature to spike uncontrollably, almost to the point where the matter would become plasma. Combined with the other dragon's fire runes, it wouldn't be long.

"Yes! Thanks, Fish-Face! He'll be cooking tonight for sure!" Patriah thanked him, laughing.

Meanwhile, Sahaqiel rested in Azrael's arms, while Arael and Nyx went to watch the fireworks.

Azrael

Azrael gently carried Sahaqiel away from the fight, trying to be careful not to wake her.

[Ranoria]

The first thing Otohime felt was cold. She wasn't sure where she was, or when it was, or anything, really, but she instinctively snuggled up closer to the nearest warmth, trying to go back to sleep, slowly realizing how comfortable yet not tired she was. It wasn't cold, now that she thought about it, it was actually quite warm, and her eyes opened drearily, blinking sleep out of them.

She realized that she was being held soon enough, and looked up to a happy sight, seeing her favorite angel's face gracing her vision. "Raphy..." the dragoness reached her arms up, wrapping them around his neck as she cuddled up close with him, smiling warmly, "Good morning,"

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

The first thing Otohime felt was cold. She wasn't sure where she was, or when it was, or anything, really, but she instinctively snuggled up closer to the nearest warmth, trying to go back to sleep, slowly realizing how comfortable yet not tired she was. It wasn't cold, now that she thought about it, it was actually quite warm, and her eyes opened drearily, blinking sleep out of them.

She realized that she was being held soon enough, and looked up to a happy sight, seeing her favorite angel's face gracing her vision. "Raphy..." the dragoness reached her arms up, wrapping them around his neck as she cuddled up close with him, smiling warmly, "Good morning,"

Raphael, who had frankly gone into shock from the... well, shock of the current situation, suddenly blinked and looked down at Otohime with a wide smile, sighing happily and he pulled her closer to him.

And farther away from whatever dangerous thing was currently going on.

"Hi, beautiful... it's a little later than morning, I think..." he muttered, and then kissed her head.

[Luminesa]

The first thing Otohime felt was cold. She wasn't sure where she was, or when it was, or anything, really, but she instinctively snuggled up closer to the nearest warmth, trying to go back to sleep, slowly realizing how comfortable yet not tired she was. It wasn't cold, now that she thought about it, it was actually quite warm, and her eyes opened drearily, blinking sleep out of them.

She realized that she was being held soon enough, and looked up to a happy sight, seeing her favorite angel's face gracing her vision. "Raphy..." the dragoness reached her arms up, wrapping them around his neck as she cuddled up close with him, smiling warmly, "Good morning,"

Raphael, who had frankly gone into shock from the... well, shock of the current situation, suddenly blinked and looked down at Otohime with a wide smile, sighing happily and he pulled her closer to him.

And farther away from whatever dangerous thing was currently going on.

"Hi, beautiful... it's a little later than morning, I think..." he muttered, and then kissed her head.

Hamiri saw them, and she smiled. Hurrying over to them, she greeted them, "Hey! Good to see Otohime's alright!" She looked down at Otohime and asked her, "Are you alright? You were in that 'incubator'-thing for a while."

[Luminesa]

"Yes! Thanks, Fish-Face! He'll be cooking tonight for sure!" Patriah thanked him, laughing.

Meanwhile, Sahaqiel rested in Azrael's arms, while Arael and Nyx went to watch the fireworks.

Azrael

Azrael gently carried Sahaqiel away from the fight, trying to be careful not to wake her.

She groaned from the dulling pain in her foot, and then she looked up at the Angel who was carrying her. "Did I...did I do a good job?...Is my foot...gonna be okay?" she inquired, softly, as she fought the pain.

[Prusselanden]

Quetz shrugged and was like. "No offense you guys, but um, I don't like being lead by other people that much so um, I'm gonna go and start my own storyline or something....yeah...sorry...."

Something like that.

[Azmodeus]

Azrael

Azrael gently carried Sahaqiel away from the fight, trying to be careful not to wake her.

She groaned from the dulling pain in her foot, and then she looked up at the Angel who was carrying her. "Did I...did I do a good job?...Is my foot...gonna be okay?" she inquired, softly, as she fought the pain.

He smiled softly, glad that she was ok. "you did fine. Your foot is fine as well but you should rest after an injury like that." He pulled out a silver flask with golden rose design on it. "Here sip on this it should make you feel better. It's heavenly liquor should numb the pain a bit."

[Luminesa]

She groaned from the dulling pain in her foot, and then she looked up at the Angel who was carrying her. "Did I...did I do a good job?...Is my foot...gonna be okay?" she inquired, softly, as she fought the pain.

He smiled softly, glad that she was ok. "you did fine. Your foot is fine as well but you should rest after an injury like that." He pulled out a silver flask with golden rose design on it. "Here sip on this it should make you feel better. It's heavenly liquor should numb the pain a bit."

She looked at the flask uncertainly, at first. Yet when she smelled the sweet, crisp smell of the elixir, she immediately drank it. Moments later, she didn't feel her foot aching anymore. Her throat didn't burn, either, surprisingly enough. "...Thank you..." she whispered, before she went to sleep in his arms.

Meanwhile, Sachiko, who had stayed out of most of the fight, simply continued watching from the sidelines. She was too scared to get involved, and she did not want to die. Tharzidun's attacks looked painful and frightening. Even if they didn't kill her, she did not want to be broken in his hands.

[Syrixces]

Tharizdun roared, flipping Patriah over onto his stomach, and bending the mage's arms behind him, twisting them, containing the magic, as he pushed down on the young mage's skull with his boot. He stomped down, cracking bits of skull, and lifted up the mage, tossing him aside, as he formed a blade out of pure ice, licking it, power flowing form him, healing him, and solidifying his connection to Lux.

Then, Ryujin attacked. Tharizdun fell to his knees, the temperature within him shaking him to his core. Roaring, he stood up, slicing part of his own flesh, releasing the heat within, before composing himself, and manually lowering is temperature, the cracks in his skin healing. Bellowing, he swatted the dragon aside, clapping his hands together, the ground opening up, a massive maw, chewing, spitting, destroying. The ground itself, was alive.

You! Can't! Stop! Me!

Hyperion and Raven, struck as one, Hyperion, roaring, slammed into Tharizdun at top speed, splattering the eldritch being to the wind, while Raven molded the land to his touch, slamming he dust, over and over again, a thousands tiny blades of wind forged from Durendal, flashed trough the air, destroying the godling entirely.

The ground shook.

THIS IS MY REALM! I. CANNOT. DIE!

Out of the ground, tearing trough its surface, exploding outwards in a shower of blood, gore a viscera, stood Tharizdun's true form, a terrifying, bellowing beast of rage and power.

Woe, upon yee.

[Azmodeus]

He smiled softly, glad that she was ok. "you did fine. Your foot is fine as well but you should rest after an injury like that." He pulled out a silver flask with golden rose design on it. "Here sip on this it should make you feel better. It's heavenly liquor should numb the pain a bit."

She looked at the flask uncertainly, at first. Yet when she smelled the sweet, crisp smell of the elixir, she immediately drank it. Moments later, she didn't feel her foot aching anymore. Her throat didn't burn, either, surprisingly enough. "...Thank you..." she whispered, before she went to sleep in his arms.

Meanwhile, Sachiko, who had stayed out of most of the fight, simply continued watching from the sidelines. She was too scared to get involved, and she did not want to die. Tharzidun's attacks looked painful and frightening. Even if they didn't kill her, she did not want to be broken in his hands.

Azrael

Azrael gently laid her down resting her head in his lap and took his flask back taking a sip himself before sealing it back up and tying it to his belt. he sat still as to not disturb her and watched the fight waiting for her to wake up again.

[Luminesa]

Tharizdun roared, flipping Patriah over onto his stomach, and bending the mage's arms behind him, twisting them, containing the magic, as he pushed down on the young mage's skull with his boot. He stomped down, cracking bits of skull, and lifted up the mage, tossing him aside, as he formed a blade out of pure ice, licking it, power flowing form him, healing him, and solidifying his connection to Lux.

Then, Ryujin attacked. Tharizdun fell to his knees, the temperature within him shaking him to his core. Roaring, he stood up, slicing part of his own flesh, releasing the heat within, before composing himself, and manually lowering is temperature, the cracks in his skin healing. Bellowing, he swatted the dragon aside, clapping his hands together, the ground opening up, a massive maw, chewing, spitting, destroying. The ground itself, was alive.

You! Can't! Stop! Me!

Hyperion and Raven, struck as one, Hyperion, roaring, slammed into Tharizdun at top speed, splattering the eldritch being to the wind, while Raven molded the land to his touch, slamming he dust, over and over again, a thousands tiny blades of wind forged from Durendal, flashed trough the air, destroying the godling entirely.

The ground shook.

THIS IS MY REALM! I. CANNOT. DIE!

Out of the ground, tearing trough its surface, exploding outwards in a shower of blood, gore a viscera, stood Tharizdun's true form, a terrifying, bellowing beast of rage and power.

Woe, upon yee.

Sachiko, Sahaqiel, and Rosalie all screamed at once, as they saw the huge and terrifying form Tharzidun took.

Meanwhile, Lux continued to lie in Xavier's arms, only now he actually tried to move. "...Put...me...down..." he whispered, as he tried to move again.

Xavier held him tightly, raising ever-so-slightly the amount of heat he was using to warm him. "Lux, you're going to freeze, and then you won't be able to do anything. Just hold on, please..."

"No...I will not...Xavier..." His breathing was becoming labored, as he was becoming even colder.

"No. Stay still. I love you little brother, and I don't want to lose you. Please, if you listen to anything I say, just stay still," he begged him, as he looked toward the fight.

The main group that was involved in the fight-Ryujin, Ianar, Shen, Nyx, Cade, Charlotte, Patriah, Zeruel, Hyperion, Raven, Hamiri, Joaquin, Leliel/Adam, and Arael-all stood around the huge beast that had just burst from the gory ground.

"Oh yeah...absolutely gorgeous, now. Yep. Real Miss Universe we got here," Joaquin muttered, holding his pistol ready.

Patriah was especially angry, since his attack had not worked the first time. He had gotten a dent in him, but now he was too big for him to overwhelm alone.

"What exactly do we do now? Arael questioned, shuddering.

"I'll tell ya what we're gonna do! Second verse, same as the first, but bigger!" Patriah shouted. He whirled around on the group and shouted, "Anybody who can take a bigger form, do it now! Fish-Face, Shen, Zeruel, Harvey Birdman, Hyp! All of you, get big and restrain him! Burn him so he's distracted! I'll take over from there!"

He then looked at the rest of the group. "Adam, Buzz, Ianar, Arael, Hamiri, Char, Cade! Make a ring around him and start boiling him from below, be careful not to get stepped-on. Now let's go!"

Zeruel was already in his ultimate form, and so he waited for the others to join in.

In the meantime, Hamiri helped her group gather around Tharzidun. "Hurt him as much as you can! Come on, we have to work together!" she shouted.

Leliel/Adam was happy to oblige, and he was the first to put a hand on the bloody foot of Tharzidun, since the beast was so big now. He began to manipulate the cells, in order to swell the foot so Tharzidun could not move on it.

In the meantime, Arael used his chaos shield and began to twist and tear the substance in Tharzidun's other foot.

All the while, Patriah slowly healed his blunt trauma, and he moved into the dark to prepare his attack.

[Theocretes]

Tharizdun roared, flipping Patriah over onto his stomach, and bending the mage's arms behind him, twisting them, containing the magic, as he pushed down on the young mage's skull with his boot. He stomped down, cracking bits of skull, and lifted up the mage, tossing him aside, as he formed a blade out of pure ice, licking it, power flowing form him, healing him, and solidifying his connection to Lux.

Then, Ryujin attacked. Tharizdun fell to his knees, the temperature within him shaking him to his core. Roaring, he stood up, slicing part of his own flesh, releasing the heat within, before composing himself, and manually lowering is temperature, the cracks in his skin healing. Bellowing, he swatted the dragon aside, clapping his hands together, the ground opening up, a massive maw, chewing, spitting, destroying. The ground itself, was alive.

You! Can't! Stop! Me!

Hyperion and Raven, struck as one, Hyperion, roaring, slammed into Tharizdun at top speed, splattering the eldritch being to the wind, while Raven molded the land to his touch, slamming he dust, over and over again, a thousands tiny blades of wind forged from Durendal, flashed trough the air, destroying the godling entirely.

The ground shook.

THIS IS MY REALM! I. CANNOT. DIE!

Out of the ground, tearing trough its surface, exploding outwards in a shower of blood, gore a viscera, stood Tharizdun's true form, a terrifying, bellowing beast of rage and power.

Woe, upon yee.

Ianar stared at Tharizdun, not quite as shocked as the others
"Wow...you are one ugly sonuva gun, aren't ya?"
He lept onto him and began to search for a weak spot on the large beast-thing
"Oh, and im pretty sure you can die. We killed death himself after all."
Ianar cut a nice circular hole in Tharizdun's side and entered his body
Ianar sniffed the damp air around him
Wow, this is disgusting
He began to carve away at Tharizdun's insides, pretty much attacking anything he could see with a barrage of fireballs and slices from his sword

[Syrixces]

Tharizdun roared, flipping Patriah over onto his stomach, and bending the mage's arms behind him, twisting them, containing the magic, as he pushed down on the young mage's skull with his boot. He stomped down, cracking bits of skull, and lifted up the mage, tossing him aside, as he formed a blade out of pure ice, licking it, power flowing form him, healing him, and solidifying his connection to Lux.

Then, Ryujin attacked. Tharizdun fell to his knees, the temperature within him shaking him to his core. Roaring, he stood up, slicing part of his own flesh, releasing the heat within, before composing himself, and manually lowering is temperature, the cracks in his skin healing. Bellowing, he swatted the dragon aside, clapping his hands together, the ground opening up, a massive maw, chewing, spitting, destroying. The ground itself, was alive.

You! Can't! Stop! Me!

Hyperion and Raven, struck as one, Hyperion, roaring, slammed into Tharizdun at top speed, splattering the eldritch being to the wind, while Raven molded the land to his touch, slamming he dust, over and over again, a thousands tiny blades of wind forged from Durendal, flashed trough the air, destroying the godling entirely.

The ground shook.

THIS IS MY REALM! I. CANNOT. DIE!

Out of the ground, tearing trough its surface, exploding outwards in a shower of blood, gore a viscera, stood Tharizdun's true form, a terrifying, bellowing beast of rage and power.

Woe, upon yee.

Sachiko, Sahaqiel, and Rosalie all screamed at once, as they saw the huge and terrifying form Tharzidun took.

Meanwhile, Lux continued to lie in Xavier's arms, only now he actually tried to move. "...Put...me...down..." he whispered, as he tried to move again.

Xavier held him tightly, raising ever-so-slightly the amount of heat he was using to warm him. "Lux, you're going to freeze, and then you won't be able to do anything. Just hold on, please..."

"No...I will not...Xavier..." His breathing was becoming labored, as he was becoming even colder.

"No. Stay still. I love you little brother, and I don't want to lose you. Please, if you listen to anything I say, just stay still," he begged him, as he looked toward the fight.

The main group that was involved in the fight-Ryujin, Ianar, Shen, Nyx, Cade, Charlotte, Patriah, Zeruel, Hyperion, Raven, Hamiri, Joaquin, Leliel/Adam, and Arael-all stood around the huge beast that had just burst from the gory ground.

"Oh yeah...absolutely gorgeous, now. Yep. Real Miss Universe we got here," Joaquin muttered, holding his pistol ready.

Patriah was especially angry, since his attack had not worked the first time. He had gotten a dent in him, but now he was too big for him to overwhelm alone.

"What exactly do we do now? Arael questioned, shuddering.

"I'll tell ya what we're gonna do! Second verse, same as the first, but bigger!" Patriah shouted. He whirled around on the group and shouted, "Anybody who can take a bigger form, do it now! Fish-Face, Shen, Zeruel, Harvey Birdman, Hyp! All of you, get big and restrain him! Burn him so he's distracted! I'll take over from there!"

He then looked at the rest of the group. "Adam, Buzz, Ianar, Arael, Hamiri, Char, Cade! Make a ring around him and start boiling him from below, be careful not to get stepped-on. Now let's go!"

Zeruel was already in his ultimate form, and so he waited for the others to join in.

In the meantime, Hamiri helped her group gather around Tharzidun. "Hurt him as much as you can! Come on, we have to work together!" she shouted.

Leliel/Adam was happy to oblige, and he was the first to put a hand on the bloody foot of Tharzidun, since the beast was so big now. He began to manipulate the cells, in order to swell the foot so Tharzidun could not move on it.

In the meantime, Arael used his chaos shield and began to twist and tear the substance in Tharzidun's other foot.

All the while, Patriah slowly healed his blunt trauma, and he moved into the dark to prepare his attack.

They converged. And they fought.

Raven flew into action, exploding into a flock of thousands of fluttering white albino raven,s flying through the air, circling, containing, restraining the struggling mad god within. Birds were crushed under swiping blows, burned through the air, acidified, as Tharizdun roared, spitting eldritch acid rain and napalm fire breath, spikes of ice erupting around them. The ground itself roared, mouths erupting across the landscape, but still, Raven continued to encircle him, keeping him busy, even at the loss of hundreds of birds per second.

Thana-Green as well, was ore than happy to oblige, black roots and vines threading themselves into the black dirt, rooting themselves deep. Standing back, he extended his hands, vines extending outwards, wrapping around the limbs of Tharizdun, dead wood crackling in the heat. Vines shattered, but more formed, life and death, in perfect union, to restrain their common foe.

Hyperion, however, did not directly engage, instead, hanging back, and contributing to the secondary assault, one hand pure white, the other a bright neon green, one, blasting the heat of the sun, boiling stones, while the other fired pure hard radioactive heat, flesh melting, radiation pumping. He pressed forward slowly, fighting the intense wind and heat, hard for even him to overcome. He would not fail.

Tharizdun held his ground. stomping into the ground, chains erupting from the ground, chains of solid frozen blood, freezing anything they touched, surging for his foes, while the ground shook, light blue lightning flying down from he heavens, bloody rain pitching across the sky. He roared, vomiting up a stream of acid, and howled, a sonic scream shattering the air. He would not fall.

[Luminesa]

Sachiko, Sahaqiel, and Rosalie all screamed at once, as they saw the huge and terrifying form Tharzidun took.

Meanwhile, Lux continued to lie in Xavier's arms, only now he actually tried to move. "...Put...me...down..." he whispered, as he tried to move again.

Xavier held him tightly, raising ever-so-slightly the amount of heat he was using to warm him. "Lux, you're going to freeze, and then you won't be able to do anything. Just hold on, please..."

"No...I will not...Xavier..." His breathing was becoming labored, as he was becoming even colder.

"No. Stay still. I love you little brother, and I don't want to lose you. Please, if you listen to anything I say, just stay still," he begged him, as he looked toward the fight.

The main group that was involved in the fight-Ryujin, Ianar, Shen, Nyx, Cade, Charlotte, Patriah, Zeruel, Hyperion, Raven, Hamiri, Joaquin, Leliel/Adam, and Arael-all stood around the huge beast that had just burst from the gory ground.

"Oh yeah...absolutely gorgeous, now. Yep. Real Miss Universe we got here," Joaquin muttered, holding his pistol ready.

Patriah was especially angry, since his attack had not worked the first time. He had gotten a dent in him, but now he was too big for him to overwhelm alone.

"What exactly do we do now? Arael questioned, shuddering.

"I'll tell ya what we're gonna do! Second verse, same as the first, but bigger!" Patriah shouted. He whirled around on the group and shouted, "Anybody who can take a bigger form, do it now! Fish-Face, Shen, Zeruel, Harvey Birdman, Hyp! All of you, get big and restrain him! Burn him so he's distracted! I'll take over from there!"

He then looked at the rest of the group. "Adam, Buzz, Ianar, Arael, Hamiri, Char, Cade! Make a ring around him and start boiling him from below, be careful not to get stepped-on. Now let's go!"

Zeruel was already in his ultimate form, and so he waited for the others to join in.

In the meantime, Hamiri helped her group gather around Tharzidun. "Hurt him as much as you can! Come on, we have to work together!" she shouted.

Leliel/Adam was happy to oblige, and he was the first to put a hand on the bloody foot of Tharzidun, since the beast was so big now. He began to manipulate the cells, in order to swell the foot so Tharzidun could not move on it.

In the meantime, Arael used his chaos shield and began to twist and tear the substance in Tharzidun's other foot.

All the while, Patriah slowly healed his blunt trauma, and he moved into the dark to prepare his attack.

They converged. And they fought.

Raven flew into action, exploding into a flock of thousands of fluttering white albino raven,s flying through the air, circling, containing, restraining the struggling mad god within. Birds were crushed under swiping blows, burned through the air, acidified, as Tharizdun roared, spitting eldritch acid rain and napalm fire breath, spikes of ice erupting around them. The ground itself roared, mouths erupting across the landscape, but still, Raven continued to encircle him, keeping him busy, even at the loss of hundreds of birds per second.

Thana-Green as well, was ore than happy to oblige, black roots and vines threading themselves into the black dirt, rooting themselves deep. Standing back, he extended his hands, vines extending outwards, wrapping around the limbs of Tharizdun, dead wood crackling in the heat. Vines shattered, but more formed, life and death, in perfect union, to restrain their common foe.

Hyperion, however, did not directly engage, instead, hanging back, and contributing to the secondary assault, one hand pure white, the other a bright neon green, one, blasting the heat of the sun, boiling stones, while the other fired pure hard radioactive heat, flesh melting, radiation pumping. He pressed forward slowly, fighting the intense wind and heat, hard for even him to overcome. He would not fail.

Tharizdun held his ground. stomping into the ground, chains erupting from the ground, chains of solid frozen blood, freezing anything they touched, surging for his foes, while the ground shook, light blue lightning flying down from he heavens, bloody rain pitching across the sky. He roared, vomiting up a stream of acid, and howled, a sonic scream shattering the air. He would not fall.

Hamiri covered herself with shadows, in order to avoid the acid. It splashed off the shadows, and others moved out the way so they would not be harmed as well. "Come on, keep going! We've got him on the ropes! As long as he's distracted, we've got him!" she shouted.

"Ay, ay, captain!" Joaquin responded. He then put his pistol away and pulled out his rapier. Loading it with electricity, he began to slash-up Tharzidun's legs, sending painful shocks through him. Given the demon's size, the shocks were small, but they were still effective.

In the meantime, a dark-red glow could be seen growing, in a rather large cavity of the area. Patriah was preparing to finish him...

[Syrixces]

They converged. And they fought.

Raven flew into action, exploding into a flock of thousands of fluttering white albino raven,s flying through the air, circling, containing, restraining the struggling mad god within. Birds were crushed under swiping blows, burned through the air, acidified, as Tharizdun roared, spitting eldritch acid rain and napalm fire breath, spikes of ice erupting around them. The ground itself roared, mouths erupting across the landscape, but still, Raven continued to encircle him, keeping him busy, even at the loss of hundreds of birds per second.

Thana-Green as well, was ore than happy to oblige, black roots and vines threading themselves into the black dirt, rooting themselves deep. Standing back, he extended his hands, vines extending outwards, wrapping around the limbs of Tharizdun, dead wood crackling in the heat. Vines shattered, but more formed, life and death, in perfect union, to restrain their common foe.

Hyperion, however, did not directly engage, instead, hanging back, and contributing to the secondary assault, one hand pure white, the other a bright neon green, one, blasting the heat of the sun, boiling stones, while the other fired pure hard radioactive heat, flesh melting, radiation pumping. He pressed forward slowly, fighting the intense wind and heat, hard for even him to overcome. He would not fail.

Tharizdun held his ground. stomping into the ground, chains erupting from the ground, chains of solid frozen blood, freezing anything they touched, surging for his foes, while the ground shook, light blue lightning flying down from he heavens, bloody rain pitching across the sky. He roared, vomiting up a stream of acid, and howled, a sonic scream shattering the air. He would not fall.

Hamiri covered herself with shadows, in order to avoid the acid. It splashed off the shadows, and others moved out the way so they would not be harmed as well. "Come on, keep going! We've got him on the ropes! As long as he's distracted, we've got him!" she shouted.

"Ay, ay, captain!" Joaquin responded. He then put his pistol away and pulled out his rapier. Loading it with electricity, he began to slash-up Tharzidun's legs, sending painful shocks through him. Given the demon's size, the shocks were small, but they were still effective.

In the meantime, a dark-red glow could be seen growing, in a rather large cavity of the area. Patriah was preparing to finish him...

Tharizdun howled, deep set yellow eyes glowing in the crimson monsoon, pitching across the red cast skies. The wind and the sky screamed, as he stomped forward, knocking Hamiri aside, crushing her. Reality itself bent round him, the skies melting away, bolts of dark red lightning arcing across the sky, shattering the world, arcing towards his foes.

He turned towards Patriah, bellowing, and opened up his maw, a massive bolt of cosmic lightning erupting form his massive cavernous mouth, flying out from rows upon rows of razor sharp teeth, shattering the air, reality bending around it, as the universe erasing lightning, surged towards Patriah.

[Luminesa]

Hamiri covered herself with shadows, in order to avoid the acid. It splashed off the shadows, and others moved out the way so they would not be harmed as well. "Come on, keep going! We've got him on the ropes! As long as he's distracted, we've got him!" she shouted.

"Ay, ay, captain!" Joaquin responded. He then put his pistol away and pulled out his rapier. Loading it with electricity, he began to slash-up Tharzidun's legs, sending painful shocks through him. Given the demon's size, the shocks were small, but they were still effective.

In the meantime, a dark-red glow could be seen growing, in a rather large cavity of the area. Patriah was preparing to finish him...

Tharizdun howled, deep set yellow eyes glowing in the crimson monsoon, pitching across the red cast skies. The wind and the sky screamed, as he stomped forward, knocking Hamiri aside, crushing her. Reality itself bent round him, the skies melting away, bolts of dark red lightning arcing across the sky, shattering the world, arcing towards his foes.

He turned towards Patriah, bellowing, and opened up his maw, a massive bolt of cosmic lightning erupting form his massive cavernous mouth, flying out from rows upon rows of razor sharp teeth, shattering the air, reality bending around it, as the universe erasing lightning, surged towards Patriah.

Hamiri was thrown aside, and this time Joaquin caught her. Both of them stared up at the sky, however, as it changed. "...This is not good...He's changing the battlefield so we can't keep up..." she muttered.

Just then, however, Patriah flew out of the dark and rose into the air, having completed his transformation. Now, for a little while,he was a huge, dark-red dragon, with a giant, uncut ruby in his chest. His entire body emitted wrathful heat, which Patriah would release on his opponent. "Someone! Hold him down, now!" he screamed.

Zeruel grabbed Tharzidun from behind, as he was still in his griffin form, and he snapped his beak down on Tharzidun's huge, bloody neck.

The Dragon Mage then began to prepare the final attack. He covered his body in magic seals, and the seals set aflame. He would not be able to hold this power for long, thus he needed to hurry.

[Theocretes]

Hamiri covered herself with shadows, in order to avoid the acid. It splashed off the shadows, and others moved out the way so they would not be harmed as well. "Come on, keep going! We've got him on the ropes! As long as he's distracted, we've got him!" she shouted.

"Ay, ay, captain!" Joaquin responded. He then put his pistol away and pulled out his rapier. Loading it with electricity, he began to slash-up Tharzidun's legs, sending painful shocks through him. Given the demon's size, the shocks were small, but they were still effective.

In the meantime, a dark-red glow could be seen growing, in a rather large cavity of the area. Patriah was preparing to finish him...

Tharizdun howled, deep set yellow eyes glowing in the crimson monsoon, pitching across the red cast skies. The wind and the sky screamed, as he stomped forward, knocking Hamiri aside, crushing her. Reality itself bent round him, the skies melting away, bolts of dark red lightning arcing across the sky, shattering the world, arcing towards his foes.

He turned towards Patriah, bellowing, and opened up his maw, a massive bolt of cosmic lightning erupting form his massive cavernous mouth, flying out from rows upon rows of razor sharp teeth, shattering the air, reality bending around it, as the universe erasing lightning, surged towards Patriah.

Ianar crawled through Tharizdun, feeloing him roar and watching reality bend around him
Whoa, what is happening?
Ianar continued to work his way towards his target:
Tharizduns heart
He looked at the huge organ in awe, as it pumped massive amounts of blood throughout Tharizdun's body
Wow...that's kinda amazing. Too bad I gotta destroy it.
Ianar took his sword and plunged it deep into Tharizdun's heart, repeatedly stabbing it trying to inflict as much damage as possible before Tharizdun noticed him

[Syrixces]

Tharizdun howled, deep set yellow eyes glowing in the crimson monsoon, pitching across the red cast skies. The wind and the sky screamed, as he stomped forward, knocking Hamiri aside, crushing her. Reality itself bent round him, the skies melting away, bolts of dark red lightning arcing across the sky, shattering the world, arcing towards his foes.

He turned towards Patriah, bellowing, and opened up his maw, a massive bolt of cosmic lightning erupting form his massive cavernous mouth, flying out from rows upon rows of razor sharp teeth, shattering the air, reality bending around it, as the universe erasing lightning, surged towards Patriah.

Hamiri was thrown aside, and this time Joaquin caught her. Both of them stared up at the sky, however, as it changed. "...This is not good...He's changing the battlefield so we can't keep up..." she muttered.

Just then, however, Patriah flew out of the dark and rose into the air, having completed his transformation. Now, for a little while,he was a huge, dark-red dragon, with a giant, uncut ruby in his chest. His entire body emitted wrathful heat, which Patriah would release on his opponent. "Someone! Hold him down, now!" he screamed.

Zeruel grabbed Tharzidun from behind, as he was still in his griffin form, and he snapped his beak down on Tharzidun's huge, bloody neck.

The Dragon Mage then began to prepare the final attack. He covered his body in magic seals, and the seals set aflame. He would not be able to hold this power for long, thus he needed to hurry.

Tharizdun charged, throwing Ianar, off of him, into a pool of fire, napalm and vomit.

The great beast didn't even recognize the blow from the griffin, hot, liquid ice, like blue napalm, freezing everything it touched, spouted from the wound, igniting the foe. Tharizdun didn't even recognize the blow, as the wound sealed up, leaving the griffin behind. Tharizdun gained speed, charging at the mighty dragon with the force of a mountain, utterly pulverizing the dragon, as he tackled it.

Grabbing the dragon by its neck, Tharizdun howled, growing in size, Patriah's throat in one hand, the body of the dragon, being used a hammer, shattering into the ground over and over again, the blows, driving the beast to its knees. Roaring, he picked up the dragon, and began tearing at him, liquid icy napalm spreading across his victim, as he howled into the night.

[Theocretes]

Hamiri was thrown aside, and this time Joaquin caught her. Both of them stared up at the sky, however, as it changed. "...This is not good...He's changing the battlefield so we can't keep up..." she muttered.

Just then, however, Patriah flew out of the dark and rose into the air, having completed his transformation. Now, for a little while,he was a huge, dark-red dragon, with a giant, uncut ruby in his chest. His entire body emitted wrathful heat, which Patriah would release on his opponent. "Someone! Hold him down, now!" he screamed.

Zeruel grabbed Tharzidun from behind, as he was still in his griffin form, and he snapped his beak down on Tharzidun's huge, bloody neck.

The Dragon Mage then began to prepare the final attack. He covered his body in magic seals, and the seals set aflame. He would not be able to hold this power for long, thus he needed to hurry.

Tharizdun charged, throwing Ianar, off of him, into a pool of fire, napalm and vomit.

The great beast didn't even recognize the blow from the griffin, hot, liquid ice, like blue napalm, freezing everything it touched, spouted from the wound, igniting the foe. Tharizdun didn't even recognize the blow, as the wound sealed up, leaving the griffin behind. Tharizdun gained speed, charging at the mighty dragon with the force of a mountain, utterly pulverizing the dragon, as he tackled it.

Grabbing the dragon by its neck, Tharizdun howled, growing in size, Patriah's throat in one hand, the body of the dragon, being used a hammer, shattering into the ground over and over again, the blows, driving the beast to its knees. Roaring, he picked up the dragon, and began tearing at him, liquid icy napalm spreading across his victim, as he howled into the night.

Reacting quickly, Ianar grabbed the fire around him and threw it right back into Tharizduns face
'Throwing me in fire is not a good idea. You're not very smart are you?"
He jumped back into battle, and began climbing up Tharizdun again
This time going for his eyes, in an attempt to blind him
Once he got up to the head, Ianar stabbed at his eyes
He had used this tactic before, on Hades and he wondered if it would work again
Ianar was getting tired, but he would not let that stop him