Isaac
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Post by Isaac on Oct 21, 2005 2:05:30 GMT
For the longest time, nothing could be heard but the roaring of flames.
Then, a silhouette loomed through the flames, untouched by the scorching heat. As it drew closer, it resolved itself into Isaac, shrouded in his once-again tattered duster. In one hand he held his saber, and instead of a regular stump for his left wrist, a series of a cats-claw blades projected over his wrist. Both sets of blades glowed faintly from the heat of the fire, shining a bright orange.
"Not quite, Lycan. First, I would appreciate my hand back."
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Fenris Fenrir
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Oct 21, 2005 16:34:45 GMT
"Your hand?", bellowed Fenris with a booming laugh, "And what do you think is left of your hand Demon? I'll tell you what; if there is anything left of your hand; it will be nothing but a few ragged pieces of flesh and skin along with the bones. That is all that would be left and there is nothing of value that comes with it now; for it is rendered useless now that it is slowly dissolving within. But if you want that hand back so badly; I'll give you two choices. The first being that I reguriate what is left for you and let you have this hair ball that you so crave to reposess. Or you can wait for a few days and sift through my waste when I crap the remains of your hand out of my a**!"
Infuriated that the Demon even thought that he could get his hand back with such easy drove Fenris into a frenzy and already his left hand began to clench and unclench for the right hand now staunched the blood that poured out of his former ear. This Demon cost him his ear; now he would have to compensiate with something else unless.....
"Then again Demon; why should I give you back something when you have also deprived me of something that I treasure? First you nearly killed the Lady and now you leave me berift of my ear! How do you think I feel, eh? I know that you can heal yourself if you have all your parts, but I cannot. So you will be the same and I will be left like this! So why should I give you back your rotting excuse of a hand? But; since I desire you answering that question; I will give you what is left of your preicous hand if you allow me to hear you answer my question that I asked you long before. Think quickly; because the longer you take the less hand remains."
ooc: Miss Luna; the purpose of this thread is not entirely the best one for you to join in on if you want to reintergrate yourself with the school. Might I suggest fleeing at once to the school? Because in the fighting; we might forget that you are there and you could get hurt. So run along to the school and warn people that Hogsmeade is burning down, like a good little girl.
Savvy?
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Fenris Fenrir
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Oct 21, 2005 17:04:17 GMT
ooc: Well if you need a challenge; then do whatever seems fit to you because it really doesn't matter all that much. But if you would go to the school and rally some aid for the Village and come back with people; that would really spice things up. Since it really is just Issac, Graf and myself that are running the show. And if you want to get hurt; either Issac, Graf, or myself will gladly do it for you. But for now; no more OOC because I know people that get rather upset when they see things like this and I should know; I am one of them.
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Isaac
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Post by Isaac on Oct 25, 2005 23:46:07 GMT
For a short pause, nothing was heard, save the roar of the flames. Isaac's eyes bored holes into Fenris, but his lips did not move.
Finally, his head jerked, and a quiet smile spread over his face, he could feel it. Lurking just beneath the surface.
"No deal."
Isaac hurled himself forward, wings opening to turn his dash into a sort of running glide. Isaac's unharmed hand raised up as his brow furrowed in concentration, while his stump,and its claws, led the charge.
With his telekinetic powers, Isaac pushed Fenris up onto his hind legs, holding him there, in the most vulnerable manner possible. "I'll take what belongs to me now, thank you."
The claws dove, and Isaac's stump disappeared into Fenris' abdomen in a spray of blood and gore. The blades were not silver , so the wound would begin to heal almost immediately, but Isaac hadn't meant to maim, only to open a path.... as Isaac's claw-laden stump extracted from Fenris' stomach, followed closely by Isaac's dismembered hand.
It hadn't been there long, so the skin wasn't all that worse for wear. With a flick of his stump, the blades retracted, and Isaac jammed the stump and his hand together, lips moving rapidly in soundless spellcasting. Waves of heat and flame exploded from his body, bathing Fenris in their fury and unwittingly causing his wound to cauterize itself.
It is mine once more.
Isaac stepped from the flames, flexing his newly reattached and healed hand. "f***er." He said quietly, now wielding two identical sabers.
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Graf
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Post by Graf on Oct 26, 2005 19:00:16 GMT
Granted, the fiend had forseen the possibility that the demon would in fact counter somehow, despite being utterly -skewered-. It was precisely why the violet-haired man saw it fit to attack him from directly behind, where it typically would be impossible to suffer any unforseen consequences. Even as the surprise flurry of bullets burst through the jacket, no more than two or three grazed the outside of Graf's arms, as the angle of which they were shot did not connect dead on. Perhaps if Isaac shot through his own body, he might have made good on the surprise. Alas, Graf found himself only slightly more annoyed at this creature's tenacity, particularly from how cool headed the demon was being. Isaac must have been suffering the loss of at least half his body's blood, what from his various injuries from his intrusion.
Pushing his long bangs to the side and tucking them behind his ears, Graf's golden eyes glinted with further aggrivation at this demon's deplorable attention span. He seemed truly insistant on settling his business with Fenris, and Graf would probably leave them to their business. But Graf had business of his own to attend to here, and he would hopefully meet someone here relatively soon.
Surveying the scene with a bored gaze, Graf quirked a brow as he denoted all the rubble that lay before them. The tip of Graf's foot disturbed a pile of high quality wands, apparently dispatched from the blazing store behind him. These new models, he could feel the enchantment radiating from them. They could make spell casting less of an effort for fledgling wizards, so one could only imagine how well a person with an over-developed magic sense as Graf, could wield them. Particularly from the idea that reflected itself on the growing sneer that crept across Graf's lips as he dexteriously tied several of them around the base of his blade.
His blade suddenly flared with a dark aura, almost entirely intuned with Graf's mind. His enchantments did not even need to be verbalized as he guided several massive pieces of wood, incidentally burned to dull, deteriorating points as they floated entrancingly beside Graf. He then pointed in Isaac's direction as the demon regained his missing appendage. It was puzzling that he could even reshape the nerve endings that made his hand work, let alone make so light of his previous injuries. Well if it was more of a push he was asking for, the demon recieved that push in full from the rain of broken wood that drove into him, one after another. No less than five punctured his wings, making flight an impossibility as long as they remained in his wings. He was even unfortunate enough to take the full force of several sharpened pieces of lumber as they punctured the side of Isaac's ribs, and one even going in the back of his left ankle.
Graf was yet to be finished though, as the calculative dastard saw another opportunity reveal itself as the demon stumbled across a large plank of wood as he took his impalements. The flat 30 foot piece of construction wood stretched out between the demon's opened legs; he was practically asking for what came next.
A small portion of the plank stretched out over a wall that decended down into town square, where Fenris previously lumbered up from. If Fen was wet, then he could only wonder what would happen if the demon....
The answer shined in Graf's deadly eyes as they met with the demon again. A creature this base and intuned with fire would have a terrible time with being wet. "Time to take a dip, Drip!" he chortled as he jumped up high in the air, landing down full and hard on the other end of the plank. Graf felt the punishing impact as the other end shot up, meeting full and hard in what seemed to be Isaac's only weak spot. And with no feasible way to use his ravaged wings, Graf watched as Isaac floated helplessly in the air. Graf pointed his makeshift wand to the demon once more in mid flight, and he guided him with a harolding velocity into the same well the lycan emerged from earlier. Several bricks from the well fell off and clamoured on the ground from the forceful impact of meeting with the demon's cranium, but the satisfying splash of Isaac's body at the well's watery surface still sent a nostalgic sigh from Graf's chest. He took a quick glance, confirming Issac's white, wet hair in the death-filled abyss of the well.
Moments later, Graf was seen at the top of the well again, a knowing smile etched on his features as he rested some sort of container along the rim of the well. The resturant Graf had set on fire earlier just happened to have a large container of oven cleaner lying around with its lid off. Too bad. He tilted the container, letting the punishing base flow down in a ravaging torrent that sent a brief wail of screams echoing from the bottom of the well, along with an intoxicating steam that resulted from the deadly mix. Graf paid no mind as to whether the demon held his tongue, as he knew this was something he could not hope to escape from. To recieve burns from his own life's fire was one thing. But to recieve burns from an opposing element in such a small area, crowded with all those humans now sinking under that steaming flood, this was not something that the demon's absurd healing factor could merely shrug off. Graf was quite certain he would be bothered by Isaac no more.
"Ah. Now where was I?" he inquired aloud as he cracked his knucks and headed up the stairs out of town square.
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Isaac
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Post by Isaac on Oct 28, 2005 2:15:27 GMT
He should have made sure. Made sure that when Isaac landed in the well, that is was he who had made the splash, and not something else.
A demon so easily done in? Hardly.
Isaac, having long since been a resident of the Forest, he had beared witness to almost all forms of weather; rain, sleet, even snow. After a rather nasty incident with a few raindrops (the evil buggers), he had realized the need for an umbrella, even if he couldn't be bothered to carry a full-size one around like Muggles.
It had been only a few months ago when he had happened upon a shop that catered to clientele of his.... caliber, and had lucked out with a specially enchanted little trinket that, for all intents and purposes, was an umbrella in and of itself. When triggered, it created an invisible 'roof' over the wearers head, like an umbrella. It could hold out for only so long, then the wearer would have to 'recharge' it, with an included spell.
This was the trinket that Isaac had activated, as Graf tried to 'baptize' him in the town well.
"Repellus."
Isaac struck the inside wall of the well first, his headfirst impact translating into a semi-flip that smacked him facefirst into the well wall, roughly equating, and thus canceling out, the pain he felt between his legs. His thighs had caught the brunt of the plank slap, but that hadn't stopped it from hurting.
Then, he fell into the well, but he did not land in the water, as he had feared. He had landed upon the mound of corpses, so thoughtfully provided by Fenris in his eagerness to get back into action. The impact caused a rather significant splash, the majority of which was deflected by the 'Umbrella Charm', but a decent amount of spray landed upon his wings.
Isaac cursed through gritted teeth, even as he reached to his wings and jerked out the splinters of wood. Now, with wing movement freed, he tucked his wings close to his sides and reversed his position, now standing right-side-up atop the corpse pile, gazing upwards at the circle of sky.
Trembling fists clenched and unclenched as they dangled at Isaac's sides, glowing with orange heat. "I'm going to kill you." Isaac promised with a low hiss. His arms exploded outwards, flames wreathing his limbs even as he punched through the wall of the well. The wood still stuck in his limbs incinerated instantly, crumbling in little falls of gray ash.
He threw his arms upward, channeling his rage through his hands. He ripped the well in half, the stones driven upwards in a fountain of furious fire. With a powerful leap, Isaac soared up and out of the well, amidst the flying burning stone. He looked down at Graf with hatred in his eyes.
"You are really starting to piss me off."
He flung his wings outward, batting away the burning stone that surrounded him in a spray of blazing orange. The debris struck many buildings, setting them ablaze anew.
Isaac floated down to earth, still holding his pair of wickedly curved sabers. "Afraid to face me, blade to blade?" He asked softly.
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