Unfolding the battle

[Sen]

(OOC:Sorry invite only.)
Sen was waiting in the grave yard for someone a closed book in her hand it was too dark to read in the grave yard a better place for this meeting would be the lake but there where too many students whom might not want to hear what Sen had found out from a friend a follower of the"Angle of death"The called him now more then ever.

The girls blue eyes glanced around the the grave yard how it gave her terrible memory's but it was a good cause she would put her troubles aside for now.
Sen had a black ribbon in her hand that was tied to her hand if she needed it now she did Sen took her short brown hair and tied it back trying to keep herself busy.
The air was cold and crisp the grounds and grass are wet from the evening rain the school had it was dark but still bright at the same time it was at least 6:00 now she had arrived at 5:30 so she had been waiting a short amount of time.

Owls where giving low calls there eyes made Sen a bit uneasy but her own owl was scarier then these.
"Come on Aylen i haven't all night..."she said to herself checking her watch.
"The less time here the better."She said again as a soft breeze swept over her.

[Aylen Hawkins]

A sudden popping noise came from the still glowing embers in the fireplace. They refused to die, even though the actual fire had been extinguished for several hours now. Someone stirred in the otherwise empty room. The boy had fallen asleep on his textbook, and it was obvious that he had nodded off mid-assignment. He mumbled groggily, sitting up and checking the face of the grandfather clock in the corner of the common room. Upon seeing the time, he let out a startled cry. It was much later than he would have liked it to be. Grabbing his cloak and nearly tripping out the door, the dark figure hurried down the halls, careful not to let anyone catch him out after hours.

Aylen ran towards the Graveyard, his shoes making soft noises on the wet ground. By the time he had made it to the tombstones, he was quite cold, despite the fact he had remembered his cloak. The redhead scanned the area, his gaze finally catching the brown-haired girl waiting for him. “Sorry, it was later than I thought it was,” he apologized as he approached her. “So what’s this about our angel?”

[Sen]

"You could say that..."She said in a must dark tone of voice as she walked toward Aylen a frown upon her face.
"A terrible thing has happened Aylen...S-some one has-"she started her voice shaky as she looked down at the ground her stomach filled with fear"-died...but it wasn't the doing of a lycan...a weapon the girl is here i am trying to figure out who she is...do you want to see her?"Sen said her voice filled with sorrow.

"It was a weird attack though no one but me seems to have seen the girl at all maybe it could have been a kill of joy for someone..."Sen finished speaking and pointed to a large angle gravestone covered in broken twigs and vines.
"She is behind that..."she maneged to get out stepping away so Aylen could get through.
"Be warned it isn't a great site to see..."she said lowering her arm letting it rest by her side.

[Fenris Fenrir]

ooc: For the sake of this thread; let us say that this is before I get poisoned, lose my limbs and etc. And now the concerto begins in full.

IC: "Now; what little girl could you possibly mean young one?", came a voice from behind a large monument to one long gone; crumbling into dust, "For last I checked; I ate that little thing for an appetizer and it wasn't one that suited my fancy entirely. Yes; the texture was good, nice and firm, but the taste was horrendous. You should have found her sooner; not when she was rotting away into nothingness." It was then that the anomaly made himself known to those in the Graveyard. The Lord of the Hunt, Fenris Fenrir; was now strolling leisurely out from his hiding spot and now stood facing the girl and the boy.

The boy that had tried to save Miss Roberts; the boy that so ardently thought that he was even a match for Fenris Fenrir. The one that had been Hawkins; and now he was in the Graveyard, for it seemed that this girl had brought him here. And to what extent? Any that were noticed by Fenrir in the Graveyard were taught a lesson and some of them had yet to dare return. But now the one with the fiery, red hair was here and if one thing was for certain; he was a fighter.

"Hawkins!", called out Fenrir, "Word has reached my ears that you have been looking for me; looking for Angelus Morti. Well boy; now that you have found me; what do you intend to do with me? Ha; what can you even attempt to do to me boy! You had luck on your side last time for then Miss Roberts laid a spell on me and that gave you the upper hand for a short while. But now; you are in my world; the outside of the Castle. And outside of the Castle, me and others of my like, we are the Gods and you the pawns and peons that mend to our will."

"Yet you have proven that you cannot bend to any one's will save that of your friends; but now they cannot help you. Now you are alone and separated from them; now shall I make my offer. If you can defeat me Hawkins; I shall leave this attack on the School. But if you lose to my prowess boy; then you shall rot within the confines of the Lord of the Hunt!", bellowed Fenrir to the boy, "Pray to whomever watches you from above Hawkins of House Gryffindor; for you will need them to make it out alive! And even if you do so; I shall still blow down the mighty house of Gryffindor and all others in my path! BEWARE THE BIG BAD WOLF LITTLE, UNWORTHY PIG OF A HUMAN! AND NOW SHALL YOUR HOUSE BE BLOWN DOWN!"

Bellowing out those words with such fervor and vigor, Fenris Fenrir leapt at Aylen; his hands ready to squeeze the life out of the boy's neck. And then he would feast. Oh, would he feast.

[Aylen Hawkins]

(ooc: *sigh* And our poor friend the time-space continuum is tangled and twisted in knots yet again...If you weren’t poisoned, you haven’t attacked Hayzie yet, and Aylen hasn’t met Fenrir yet...And Aylen didn’t “announce” his plans until after Hayzie was taken, so Sen wouldn’t have called Aylen down here...’doh! @.@)

The redhead frowned at Sen’s tone of voice. It was husky and full of anxiety. “What is it?” he prompted her when she hesitated. Someone has died. There was a sudden sick feeling rushing through him. A flurry of thoughts ran through Aylen’s head. Who was it? An image of Professor Windwaltz’s body, twisted and mangled, flashed across his eyes. He quickly shook it off. Trajan had said he was still alive, or at least, not dead. The girl is here... It was a girl? Could it be Aidana, or Rezna? Aylen’s senses were reeling. He mentally slapped himself. He couldn’t panic like this. It wouldn’t help anyone if he went on in this state.

His green-eyed gaze followed Sen’s finger to the gravestone. Slowly, the Gyrffindor nodded. “Maybe you should have gotten a teacher,” Aylen said, his voice hoarse. “A killed student is serious.” The first of victims, a girl just unlucky enough to be in the wrong placer at the wrong time. Swallowing, he moved towards the monument. Before he could take another step, an eerie voice came from behind the tomb. Its unwelcome sound was all too familiar, and as soon as the owner revealed himself, all time seemed to freeze. Though the student had never seen Fenris Fenrir in his human form, the same tone of voice was all he needed to identify him.

Quickly, Aylen maneuvered himself between the lycan and Sen. A useless gesture, most likely, but this Gryffindor wasn’t the type to abandon anyone. “You’d better run the first chance you get,” he muttered to Sen. “’cause I doubt you’ll get a second one.” Watching the man warily, Aylen was surprised that the lycan knew his name. Had Hayzie mentioned it that first encounter? He couldn’t remember, but it wouldn’t help him now anyway. While the man rambled, Aylen attempted to put himself and Sen near to the exit of the Graveyard. He would distract the lycan while Sen could get away. The lycan only wanted Aylen, from what he said so far. He won’t let anyone suffer because of him.

Muscles tensing, Aylen jumped out of the way and shoved Sen towards the exit. “RUN!” he yelled. Fenris talked too much, and gave too much warning. He wore his heart on his sleeve, however cracked it was. His hand plunged into his pocket, closing on his wand. Whipping it out at the lycan, Aylen bellowed out a spell. “Inciendo!” Vibrant flames jetted out the end of his wand, blazing towards its target.

[Sen]

Sen was shoved to the exit meaning Aylen didn't know a thing.
'Now or never.'she though getting her own wand out pointing it not at the man but at Aylen.
Sen walked closer to him her wand pointing at his back her arm slightly shaking from the cold.
Sen's wand was inches from Aylens back.
"Sorry Aylen better you know this sooner then later."She said quietly.

"Expelliarmus!"She half yelled if it worked right his wand would be laying somewhere now if not Aylen would fight back with a weapon but as her thoughts went through her head she drew a steel heavy dagger from her pocket and waiting for Aylen to move.

Sen looked over at Fenris to see if he had been damaged badly but she couldn't see him.
Sen was wondering why she couldn't see him when it hit her she wasn't wearing glasses.
the girl was near sited now rather that she was supposed to be blind.

[Professor Windwaltz]

ooc: I have been given permission to perform the violent acts given in this thread.

"Expelliarmus!" Another cry was heard, louder than the girl's, but sounding out of breath. The yellow beam blew the dagger out of Sen's hand. Standing, out of breath, was Trajan. The Once-Phoenix shook his blond head, the sweat hitting the ground in bits of flame. He had run quite a distance. The wand in his hand had a familiar sheen to it, though he moved it so quickly and professionally that one could not take too long staring at it.

Running forward even more swiftly, he forcefully knocked the traitor to the ground and charged at the large wolven entity. His blue eyes shimmering with flame, he lifted his wand once again and cried out in anguish, "Radius Solaris!" (ooc: I'm going to take it that this takes place at night) Though it was night time, the moon let out a great optical illusion, making it seem as if the sky lost all its stars and turned blue, and the sun blared straight into the eyes of the wolf. The wolf was now blinded.

As the wolf howled in pain, Trajan moved his wand so gracefully that it was like a baton. He saw that his disarming charm had knocked the girl's knife beneath the wolf. "Immobilis!" He shouted to freeze the beast in place. Moving his feet as if like wings, the Once-Phoenix slid beneath the wolf and pulled the knife from the ground in an unbelieveable fashion. placing his wand to the knife, he muttered a silent incantation. The knife shone a red color, and, with an unknown emotion shining in his eyes, he pulled himself from the belly of the beast and stuck the dagger deep into his flesh. Having smote the beast, he staggered back.

[Fenris Fenrir]

ooc: Gah>< I killed the continuum...never a good thing to do at all...never. And it would seem that our old friend's losing his touch; if he needed to God Rp; all he needed to do was ask. Well; moving on.

ic: Being too forward in his assault, Fenrir was not overly surprised that Aylen had managed to get out of the way in time before the lycan's hands had found a hold on the soft flesh of the throat. Though he was completely unprepared for the landing; the male lycan crashed into the ground of the Graveyard and was stiffly pushing himself up to his feet, his legs spread apart wide to balance himself. Then came the flame; the intense element that drove Fenrir into war and yet destroyed his being. It was this two-sided friend and foe that Aylen sent from the tip of his wand and Fenris had no time to dodge the spell.

The flames hungrily licked away at his overcoat, but lucky for Fenris Fenrir; they had only caught onto his giant, black overcoat for the time being and he wore something beneath so he still had some time to tear off the burning garment. But the three buckles that held his overcoat together were seemingly stuck as Fenris struggled in vain to loosen them before the fires of his madness and the pain that would soon come overwhelm the brutish lycan. He had to accomplish this task; he had to for not only the normal reasons, but for his honor. He had challenged the boy himself; should he lose such a titanic duel, he would be dishonored beyond hope of recovery.

And then what would Fenris Fenrir become? Would he become one of those docile and seemingly tamed dogs of the Tunnels? Or would he become more like Xaiver; fight the fight in other ways. Or would the once-mighty lycan fade in memory and folklore? No; that would never happen to him; never would man forget who and what he was. Never would man be allowed to say that this day did they triumph over Fenris Fenrir, once the Lord of the Hunt, now Lord of nothing.

"NO!" bellowed Fenrir as he broke the first buckle, the one that connected that held the two pieces of the overcoat on his right shoulder. Just the mere thought, fading forever; never to be remembered by any drove Fenrir into a frenzy of unimaginable proporations. But in his madden state he did not hear the new voice shout into the night air. Though he did see something; the Sun had suddenly appeared in the sky and it's rays burned into his eyes with righteous passion and anger; blinding the lycan. Yet Fenris Fenrir's fingers still fumbled about the second buckle, the one that held the two pieces together on his left shoulder.

Roaring as if he was in his wolven form, Fenrir managed to undo the second buckle and was feeling his way to the third when he felt a small gust of wind pass beneath his legs, but try as he might to turn about; he could not move. In his maddness; he did not hear the other spell that rendered his motor skills useless, yet why did his hands and arms continue to do as they did? Because Fenrir had been only focusing on them and the will of a madman is hard to bend and break. So his thought was bent on that one task; to loosen the last buckle.

Even as his attacker whispered a spell from behind.

Even as he heard with his one ear the whistling sound that a knife when thrust through thin air.

Even when the blade burrowed into his flesh.

Fenrir's eyes widened; blood started to tickle from the corners of his mouth and his fingers stopped their toils; he had been wounded. Mortally wounded; perhaps...even wounded to death. Though the lycan could not control how he fell, the beast slowly teetered backward from the force of the attack and with a crash came the colossus of a wolf. The Lord of the Hunt.

The once mighty Fenris Fenrir...toppled into the unknown; not knowing whether he would be greeted by pure light, night sky....or utter darkness.

[Sen]

(ooc:My posts are out of it sorry)
Before she knew it sen had lost her weapon and was on the ground hurt.
Sen heard a howl of pain from the man meaning something wasn't good she could see the battle better she brought the steel dagger instead of silver for this very reason.

The girl dropped her head on the ground looking at the night sky her head throbbing madly.
Sen felt a trickle of brood on her arm she must she landed on it could explain how she couldn't feel it.

Sen moved her arm it hurt to move it and it started throbbing too.
She used her other hand to push herself up looking at the on going battle remembering that she must complete her mission.
The girl slowly got to her feet hopefully the man could take care of himself while she take care of Aylen for the time being.

Sen didn't bother to get her wand out for this fight would be a real fist fight if he could bare it.
Her entire body filled with pain she wasn't sure if she could win or not but she would try until she fell.

[Aylen Hawkins]

(ooc: >< And I thought I could take Fenris on a one-on-one for once...ah, well...)

Aylen had another spell ready. Preparing himself for Fenris’s counter-attack, he raised his wand. When the redhead opened his mouth, however, the incantation was replaced by a cry of surprise as his main tool of defense flew unbidden from his hand. It took Aylen a minute to register what had happened and the boy whirled around to face the second attacker. By that time though, Trajan had already disarmed the fellow student and moved on to the great wolf. A strange spellbound wonder had taken over the Gryffindor’s body and he could only watch as the former bird dealt with Fenris. Within an instant, it was over.

An unexpected anger rose up inside him. He had to interfere. If he had not come, Aylen would have gotten the chance to keep this wolf from attacking again. He could have avenged his friends. He could have proved to himself that he had the power to do something. For an instant, when Fenris was speaking, Aylen had felt he was important. If he was important enough to be targeted, to have enough power to be a threat to this Angelus Morti...it made him feel like he was worth something. That feeling was stolen from him as soon as Trajan appeared and defeated Fenris in under a minute. Was he so weak that he couldn’t be trusted to be able to defend himself? His friends?

His fists clenched and unclenched. Aylen had half a mind to storm out of the Graveyard right then. As he turned, he caught sight of Sen. Thinking back, he realized the one who had disarmed him must have been her. Reconsidering, the redhead spun around to retrieve his wand. Picking it up and dusting it off, he turned his gaze to her. The redhead wanted the whole story before judging her, and they might as well get back to the castle while they were at it. The Gryffindor couldn't believe she would betray him like this, and seemed to firmly believe she had been forced into it. "Come on, let's get back..."

[Professor Windwaltz]

ooc: Now, at last, I can make a good post again, and thoroughly enjoy it. Fenrir, you fool, do not act like this was not part of our plan.

ic: The wolf at his knees, Trajan stood emotionless. Then, suddenly, a smile flickered on his face. Whipping his wand again, this time it was pointed towards Aylen and Sen. But it was not Sen who the point end of the wand; It was Aylen. "Incarcerus." Powerful ropes of light shot from his wand and encircled Aylen, binding him. "Dreadfully sorry Hawkins, but it's for the best." His firey eyes turned toward the Great Wolf, and he began to laugh. "Congratulations Wolf Master, your performance was excellent. I quite enjoyed it." Stepping over to the Wolf, he pulled the dagger from his side, and revealed a non-existant wound. The knife had no such blood upon it, and the red slowly disappeared.

His khaki boots stepping over a pile of mud upon the Graveyard ground, he marched toward the bound Aylen and the performing Sen. "Unless you truly did get hurt by my push - though I tried my best not to while still looking realistic, I'd say your performance was well too. Not what I'd expect from a student such as yourself." Now, at last, his firey eyes met Aylen's. "I'm sorry I didn't greet you as I came in. You see, I wanted you to think I was saving your life." He pressed his back against a nearby gravestone. It was labled such:

R.I.P.
Henrietta Cornelia Helion
1928-1995
I once was where you are now.
Where I am now, you soon will be.

"How hard it was," Trajan resumed, "To convince you to come here. But I should've known you're like Talon at heart. Put someone in danger and you'll come running like a hero. I thought saving Talon would be enough for you, but you had to do as he would and start an army. The Angelus Morti was swifter to thought than I." He looked at Sen, "Or was it your own genius that brought him here?"

[Sen]

(ooc:exuse my crappy posting)
Sen brushed herself off and walked toward Aylen.
Listening to Trajan's insults put her on edge but she calmed down quickly.
"I was told to find a way to trap him but the rest was my doing..."she said looking at Trajan.

"He is to be a hostage."She said smirking.
"In case you didn't know."She said walking in front of Trajan still trying to keep away from the lycan.
"I would like my knife back."She said pulling a bag from her back unzipping her bag showing at least a dozen knifes.

Sen looked over at the man he hasn't done anything yet it was a little strange.
she looked back at the man before her waiting to get her iron dagger back.

[Aylen Hawkins]

As soon as the smirk appeared on Trajan’s face, the redhead’s instincts went off like sirens. They screamed at him to run, but the man moved too rapidly for Aylen to react in time. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. He saw the ropes come at him, but his body wouldn’t dodge fast enough. The bindings surrounded him, tightening, preventing him from moving. It felt as if everything came together at once, mashing together in the Gryffindor’s mind. He could only watch as mysteries unraveled themselves, wondering how he could have ever missed the little clues along the way; the much too easy victory, Sen leaving the Great Hall early, Trajan’s efforts to get him down to the Graveyard, among many others.

Struggling against the stubborn ties, he glared rebelliously at those whom he thought were his allies. As his gaze met those of the former phoenix, there was no doubt that Aylen had no intention of letting the situation end there. “I’m sure I can forgive you for one missed greeting,” he replied spitefully, then laughed. It was crazy, laughing at a time like this, but the boy couldn’t help it. Being put on the same level as the professor suddenly seemed very amusing despite the serious situation. The peals of laughter just kept coming. Aylen strained to stop them, and eventually managed to lessen them into a few chuckles every once in a while.

His attention was suddenly diverted by something hard in his hand. Realizing that he still clutched his wand, the redhead tightened his grip on it. Turning to Sen as she spoke, he quirked an eyebrow as she revealed a bag full of knives. So, a hostage, huh? Not if I can help it, Aylen thought fiercely. A plan rapidly began forming in his mind. Quickly shifting his hold on his wand, he pointed it towards Sen. “Accio knife!” he whispered, and swiftly dodged the blade as it flew towards him. Yanking it out from the old tree where it had embedded itself, he turned to run, sawing hard at the ropes. “I will be no hostage,” he muttered to himself determinedly.

[Fenris Fenrir]

"Then boy; you don't know how wrong you are", came that forboding growl from behind. The valient red-head had this attention on those that betrayed him to the Master, but it did not seem that the boy thought that Fenrir was much a threat; to let his eyes wonder from one of the more unstable beings to walk this land. With a heave he was off of the ground and even as Hawkins had managed to break free of his bonds; Fenrir was right behind him and ready. Violently grabbing the boy's arms, Fenris pressed them to Hawkins' back and then thrust the boy onto the ground; with the raven-haired madman on top of him, that rancid smell of his harsh breathing right against Aylen's throat and were one to listen closer enough; one could hear his yellowing teeth chattering with excitement.

"Thought you would make it out eh? Thought that you could find some way not to defeat one; but all three of us? Only a fool would even consider it, but a brave fool. I like that in a lad though; courage, fiery manner, and stubborness. Were you only younger and had not developed a outlook on what is right and wrong; you would have made a fine son. I still could do that you know; you are to be a hostage and it doesn't say whether or not that you have to be a human hostage. I could flip your world upside down and inside out; then you would be like me. Understand why I am like I am, and because even show...affection to your father." Fenrir leered wickedly at this thought; all the children of the world; they could be his children with just a simple bite.

"But you would turn on me if I turned you Hawkins; you would decieve me in some way and while I cared for you as my own; you would slay me. Don't think that you wouldn't want to; all of you humans want to kill me or see me dead. Even your little friend, that traitor; she too quivers in fear for what I can do and I have no doubt that she would sleep easy knowing that Fenris Fenrir was no more. Only; there is one problem."

"I am still here boy; still able to do unto others as they have done unto me! I still draw breath and thus I am allowed to continue my crusade against your people! I am not dead; and until I am cold and rotting for worm's meat; only then can you sleep with ease. Though; you will be asleep shortly; off to dreamland with your beloved Professor. For now we wait and you shall bear witness; to Angelus Morti! Master of the Graveyard and soon to be your host!"

ooc: That is one of the shortest posts that I have ever written....oh well. And I guess that we are both old fools Trajan; we each messed up.

[Professor Windwaltz]

Trajan sat upon the gravestone calmly as the events unfolded before him. As Sen went to ask for her knife back, Trajan gave a very immature shrug and refused to return the knife. But within seconds, Aylen performed something rash and called the knife from Trajan's hand. Seeing the tall form of the werewolf behind the Gryffindor, Trajan did not even stand up from his gravestone. He even yawned during the madman's speech. Then, finally, he spoke.

"Excellent work, wolf master, but you must certainly remember not to bite the boy." Turning his head to Sen for one short moment, he referenced to her earlier statement. "If I was not aware? You poor little girl, don't you understand that the imprisonment of both Talon and Aylen were my idea?" He looked down upon Aylen's restless face and smiled proudly. "You heard me right. Talon's imprisonment was my plan, Hawkins. Hostage isn't quite the word that should be used. Prisoner of War, maybe. Either way, you're about to be reunited with your Professors. All three who disappeared - Talon, Amythest, and Azrael."