Re: The Rocky Conflict: Battle For Árborg [Iceland Conflict Mission Event Thread]

[CarterThe Game]

It didn't take much energy to cut through the horde, the strange animalistic man beside him managing to keep up but being noticeably fatigued and suffering from minor wounds. As they advanced, slicing through the mindless demons Carter could sense less and less resistance when in his mind it should have been stepped up since a single angel had appeared, the yin to the demons yang in a way.

With the flick of his wrist blood splattered the ground, flinging off of his Zanpakutō as another nameless demon fell at his feet. With that one down his eye looked forward, the battlefield being almost clear, the demons giving them a wide opening, staying back from them. His sapphire blue eyes narrowed in adrenaline as he focused, trying to gauge just how many more he had to move through to get into the city and begin freeing it.

That though would have to wait as a wave of demonic energy pulsated outward, from within the horde, tree shattering in a demonic light as a pillar of crimson and indigo energy shot into the sky, a dark energy filled with plague, rot, with foul smells, ill intent, murderous glee. "Spoke too soon." He would murmur with a sigh. The energy that was coming at them told Carter right away that this fight just turned back into the demon's favor. They held numbers and now they had a beast that was on even footing with Carter, a titanic bastard that made the ground tremble and quake in its coming.

He turned to the man beside him, " Try and not get hit. " He ordered before patting him on the back between his shoulder blades. Twin black patterns of wings with three feathers would appeared mirrored on each of the man's shoulder blade. They would protect him from up to six hits, at the same time black images of wings with no feathers appeared over Carter's robe around his own shoulder blades.

With that done he would kick off of the ground with force, a white light washing over him as he released his angelic form, his chest widening, his hair growing into a long white pony tail with a golden band holding it up, his body aging to that of a grown man, his arms thickening with muscle and power, his eyes turning pure white with two golden orbs in the middle. His armor remained but his robes vanished in the white light, turning into pure energy that manifested in wings attached to slits in the back of his arm on his back, the wings opening and catching the air before propelling him at the beast that was leaping toward them, his intent to be to intercept the thing in mid air.

This would give Hizazel a second to recover and prepare, Carter would attempt to keep this battle in the air between himself and the beast before him. "I'm your opponent!" He would roar, cutting the thing off from heading toward where Hizazel was, leaving the horde to the man as he did battle against the assumed leader.

In his left hand Nacuto would appear from his previous attack against the horde, the Zanpakutō gleamed a rose gold coloring in the red light. Carter focused bringing his right arm outward and pulling his forearm over his face as if he was blocking an invisible attack with an equally invisible shield. Within the blink of an eye light manifested in the form of a shield on the upraised arm, in the shape of a cross with a hole in the middle of it, from the core of the shield a noise would emit like the voices of angels, growing and arching outward with concussive force behind it toward the demon. The noise being empowered with his holy energy and pressing down on the beast, the blast would disgust and cause trace amounts of fear in the creature if it hit that would make it slower in battle, make its prowess with a weapon weak from the pure echoing in its mind of countless angels.

He would give no 'ground' though and continued the assault as he propelled even closer to the creature noticing black spires on its back that caused the air to vibrate, his inner voice telling him to be mindful of them. In the blink of an eye he would vanish in the red light of the sky, his angelic Lux Gradus making it appear as if he had instant transmission as he appeared right above the demon, Nacuto gleaming in the red light once more as he held her over his head before slicing downward at the beast's head with the full force of his angelically enhanced speed in the light.

[SijelEstablished Member]

If there was anything to describe how he was feeling, it would be tired. His legs jut barely stayed still under his weight as the area seemed to clear. Hizazel took in a deep breath as he assumed the fight was almost over, but his assumption would come back to bite him as he watched a large spire of energy illuminate the sky before him. There was a roar that made hizazel's bones rattle and a shadow began to cover his current position. Hizazel slowly looked up into the sky as he watched a gigantic demon fall towards him and his partner. Before he could think of what to do he heard the man's voice come from behind him. "Try not to get hit." He would say before vanishing into the sky in a ray of blinding white.

He was headed straight for the creature and at his pace he was going to hit it full force. "Okay if that's the game we're playing, then this is getting serious." He said as he positioned himself to use one last move before attempting to join the fight that was taking place in the sky. He could hear the screams and roars of the incoming reinforcements that were tailing the giant demon. Hizazel smirked as his eyes began to lowly glow a crimson red. His body began to rise rapidly in temperature and the area around him began to hold a red tent to it. Hizazel curled his fists and stood tall as a red fire erupted violently from him. At the cost of using this ability Hizael now stared forward into darkness. Around him he could see the heat that moved through the creatures around him, which woud serve as his only form of sight for the time being.

"Just have to hold this form for a few more minutes." He murmured to himself as he prepared himself to reach his second transformation. He launched himself forward towards the large mass of heat that he could only assume was the wash of demons headed towards him. The fire would burn hotter around him, burning anything that reached for him to ashes.

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THE FAMILIAR FORCE OF SHADOW FALL

DEMIVETA ASTHAVON

Song: Belladonna - Artist: Dojin Music - Words: 627

There would be a screech of pain from the leading beast as he felt the surge of holy energy burn into him. In that moment, it was almost as if his entire body was sinking in a sea acid. Every molecule of his essence seemed to be melting, scorching and filled with livid agony.

Thus, from this high amount of anguish felt, the creature had sense enough to retract his leg and pull back from his initial and rabid assault. While the monsters body screamed in torment, not an ounce of fear could be had in such a primitive beast's mind. All it served to do was make him red with anger, as his entire vision became blinded by blood.

So, even as he disappeared, the senses of the monster were at an apex due to this highly stressful circumstance. Ergo, he could detect the presence of The Angel through the air -- and that is where he would strike. As, by summoning a cluster of demonic energy above his head, the Demiveta in question sought to take Carter by surprise. For as he would attempt to slash downward at the beast, he may very well find himself in the midst of a mass, dark explosion that is on par with a grand ray cero.

In turn, this would put the durability of the angel to the test. Since they were on equal footing, the creature imagined he'd endure every bit of pain as he did when taking The Celestial's outpouring of holy energy. After all, it was an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth, right?

But the creature wanted much more than that. So, as he continued his demonic screeches, a sigil of plum and shadow color emerged beneath his feet. When this was activated, a flurry of purple energy spheres in the shape of spears started to gather around the vast explosion.

After the blast reached a full range of destruction equating to ten city blocks, these spires would add to the obliterating qualities of it by making the blast 0.5x stronger than before and increasing the spread further.

In this way, that bastard angel would most certainly feel the wrath of this lone Demiveta. So, on the grounds below, they'd feel constant surges of shock waves and earthquakes as the earth quivered in the might of the power shown. Despite that, this wasn't the time for Hizazel to get comfortable or retreat. There were still flocks of lesser Demiveta heading his way.

While he was able to burn most of them to the ground and slaughter them in a display of fire and ash, there were still two Demiveta that remained and they sought to maul and tear into his arms. One to his left, one to his right; each of them yearned to overpower the male and send him crashing into the earth within a small carter that would was intended to expand for roughly seven meters in every direction. As, just like the angel above, this male was going to pay for playing a roll in the death of these precious Demiveta.

Thus, with the match set, what these two warriors of the light would do was ultimately in their hands. Could they handle this flock of devilish nightmares? Or would they fall pry to the night and find themselves overwhelmed by the taint of darkness? Only mother time herself could answer that question. But, if the Demiveta could speak? They'd certainly say: "We'd do all we can to make them bleed and die."

That much -- was certain.

[CarterThe Game]

It didn't surprise him when his attack was met with the energy of a powerful demonic cero. The second he felt the energy build before the release he closed his eyes while a bathing of light encased him, in the same instant on the ground Hizazel would find himself bathed in the same light, the angel using his defensive power against the demon, this shield that was meant for a fight like this, Hizazel could feel his own inner defensive power become bolstered. Since this was a demonic enemy the power of the defense was double that of a normal opponent giving Carter and Hizazel a good durability boost.

His eyes opened as the cero was fired off but his attack went through as well, cutting deep into the bridge of the demon's nose (if it doesn't have one that general area), the cero exploded off of his skin and he heard bones crack in his rib cage under the armor but the extra protection shielded him form the brunt of the blast. It wasn't until after his Zanpakutō lodged into his opponent's face that he let his main attack out, "A torch in the dark!" He would roar as his Zanpakutō lit up, turning pure white like a blade being pulled from a smith's fire. The metal would burn from within the wound, the burning cutting deep into the creature's soul and cleansing pieces of him, the light cutting off power from the demon, purifying the soul, weakening the demon. Once he ripped the blade free to attack again in rapid succession he realized just how bad he messed up, the cero was the first blast but it had an after math, spears of demonic energy exploding in a large sphere with Carter and the demon in the center. For the most part the protection he allotted himself held up until it started expanding outward. His right arm covered his body with the cross shield and it took a good amount of the power before shattering and leaving only the light of protection to take the damage.

It held up until the end, shattering at the last second as the energy blast blew Carter away from the demon and sent him rocketing into the earth below. When he connected a plume of dust and debris went up. Against his will he coughed up a spurt of blood on impact. This all took place in less than five seconds but felt like an hour from the second he latched onto the beast until when he hit the earth.

He stood up, wheezing from a series of shattered ribs and bruised lung, finding that his right arm lit up in pain making him see stars when he moved it above his head. His shield arm was pretty messed up, though his sword arm seemed okay. He would pull Nacuto free from the rubble and ruffle his wings before leaping up off the ground, wiping blood off his mouth and ignoring the pain in his chest. This was part of war, this was the reason why he was here.

His golden eyes fixed on the beast before him and he noticed the voice of angels had done it's job, making the creature just a touch slower and helping Carter get an edge. He wouldn't waste it. " Nacuto we must cleanse." He said, unleashing his Shikai form on top of his angelic release state. Nacuto's handle began to grow and shift color to a deep golden hue. Rose etchings started to appear along the golden handle, the blade itself grows five more inches as the over coating of the metal shifts to the same ruby coloring as Nacuto’s eyes. A small chain would appear at the bottom of the handle, the metal having eight links in it with a bell attached to the bottom.

With that done he would speed toward the demon once more, vanishing in the light of the red sky to appear inside the being's arms and under its chin, aiming his Zanpakutō up to spear it from its chin up through the top of its head, in his right hand a ball of pure white light began to grow, the light flickering in and colliding in a whirlpool and condensing to an energy orb the size of a basket ball before he let it go straight at the beast's chest, right in the center aiming to break it's sternum> Once the attack was done he would vanish again, appearing right outside of the beast's immediate area to survey the damage he could have potentially done.

[SijelEstablished Member]

Hizazel had only just turned on his full burst, and he was already feeling the urge to fall over and pass out, but what's to expect when you've been fighting for so long. The fire did it's job and burned away most of the demons in Hizazel's path as he fought the horde on his own. Two however managed to get through the fire and each bit down on one of his arms slamming him into the ground with unbelievable force. The impact left the three standing in a crater fairly large considering their size.

Hizazel could feel the tremor of attacks coming from above and judging by the waves of heat that he was sensing the demon had unleashed a very large attack and it had hit his partner hard. He slammed into the ground causing another quake to pulse through the earth. Hizazel gritted his teeth and began to fight back just as a light engulfed him. He then noticed that the creatures had not bitten through his skin, like they should have. He shouldn't be able to use his arms, but he was. Something had protected him and I was evident that whatever it was, judging by the screams of the demons who bit him, it was made to cause the demons pain.

Hizazel took this chance and tossed one of the demons into the other slinging them towards the large demon before letting out a large fire ball to engulf the two demons left before he would proceed to take on the giant demon in the sky. He increased his power once more pushing his abilitiy to the max. Setting his sites on the large demon in the sky, Hizazel would jump upwards with immense power as his body began to vanish in blazing orange energy. He was reaching his second state and he planned on turning this creature into nothing. He hadn't yet seen or noticed the gap between him and the demon though, but he knew better than to get too close.

As the light around him vanished hizazel would emerge in a pair of blazing red shorts that stopped just under the latin symbol of love that stood on Hizazel's stomach. Rune marks etched themselves from the symbol across the length of his four limbs. Bright orange wings hung behin him as his hair, turning a bleach white, floated with his energy. The other person fighting with Hizazel had already made his move and aimed to send a severe attack to the creatures Solar Plexus and face as will. Hizazel flapped his wings and before he could sa another word the feathers on his wings shot towards the creature aiming distract it while Hizazel's partner continued to take on the creature. Hizazel worried if they were enough however, in order to defet their current opponent they would hav to b

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THE FAMILIAR FORCE OF SHADOW FALL

DEMIVETA ASTHAVON

Song: The True Nature Of All - Artist: 刹那 - Words: 1077

While the heavens themselves were devoured by flames, the full intent of the Demiveta's Leader plan was not realized. One could say that he did manage to induce a critical amount of damage to his foe, but it seemed that The Angel of Death was not repelled away from the creature. Instead, through some miracle or another, the bastard managed to cling on to the area where the demon occupied itself and continue on with his attack.

Upon this motion of defiance, the beast of the night let out a daunting roar of pain before unleashing a sudden spire of darkness from underneath the arm of The Angel which held his Zanpukto. This was done in order to have the small blast, which was roughly the size of a dagger, enter into the base of his elbow and exit out of his upper arm. By performing this act, he could serve to at least disable the usage of his swordsmanship during this battle and infect his body with satanic taint.

As, in exchange, the creature was booming out howls of anguish from the torment of the celestial's burning cleanse which was bestowed upon his body. He could feel the purification sizzling across every fiber of his being as if he was being outright burned alive. It certainly served to lower the health and overall energy of the fiendish beast.

Thus, all of this suffering enraged him, put him over the top, and served to want to follow up that attack with a harsh drop kick to the base of Carter's skull. In doing, he'd let the corruption of his demonic energy further trace Carter and send him to the earth with an impact damage equivalent to destroying a small village or so.

Henceforth, a thunderous roar in the night would echo out in the distance and signify the harshness of the monsters assault as he bellowed out in fever. The fury within was boiling over like the core of an inferno contained within the center of a blazing sun. So it was only natural that he would tap into these negative feelings and ascend further into the foulness of his demonic aura. As, in doing so, a cluster of dense darkness surrounded the creature's body and he was seen attempting to match the augmented might of The Angel's own transformation.

After both parties were done charging up their power, The Monster let forth a savage scream both leaping forth at the same time as the holy knight and sought to unleash his attack at the same time the angel did. Ergo, in the process, this Demiveta still managed to use the knowledge and awareness of the terrain around him to his advantage. As the space around The Leader became his eyes and he synchronized his senses to the land as the particles of energy associated with his power infused themselves into the lands.

This, in turn, allowed him to counter the sword strike by having advanced warning and allowed the beast to smash down on it with his barefist. Should it make contact, the strike in question was infused with enough brutal strength and hellish rot to potentially crack or break the sword. If nothing else, if he should block or dodge, then the corrosing effects would scatter across a ten meter radius and seek to dissolve all those who come into contact with this sinister, black energy.

It sought to decay and destabilize the bodies of those it touched, the attacks which came forth within it's vicinity and any object which dared to impede this energy. For the nature of it was filled with eroding prowess. Which, from this fact, is why the Demiveta coated his limbs in it in order to further give him the edge in battle.

So, by the time the angel dared to slash at him with all his might, a cluster of dense demonic energy served as his own armor in order to nullify his angelic prowess in that moment and only allow the physical might of his blade to harm him.

With purple blood still spewing forth from the injury he gave him, this was no time to get sloppy and allow any further holy power to break him. Therefore, the creature summoned more of his eroding strengths and dared to fire back a cluster of black energy in order to counter act and neutralize the sphere of angelic light the celestial warrior shot forth at his chest.

In turn, it would cause each of the males to go flying backwards, but not before the blood of The Demiveta's Chest spewed forth upon Carter's face. And, in that time, the acidic and fiery liquid which spewed forth from his essence sought to burn and scar the face of the heavenly fighter. Making him rue inflicting such injuries upon this knight of hell.

All the while, on the ground below, most of the Demiveta's familiars had already fallen, but not before they left their mark on the empowered Hizazel. For, while he managed to kill the other Demiveta to his right, the one to his left aimed to fire off one more shot of razor sharp energy straight towards his right shoulder blade. In turn, he intended to disable usage of his entire right arm and inflict a heavy amount of damage upon the male before finally passing out and having his energy depleted.

Perhaps it not cease his movement and ascent to the Demiveta Leader, but it certainly would weaken him and show them the might of this army. So, by the time this fellow rebel made it to the heavens, The Demiveta would come aware of his movement and sent dozens of tendrils of darkness at him. If any one of these hit, then there was a good chance he would make a fine smoldering carter in the earth.

Thus, with the tables set, these two were set forth to deal with the awesome might of this hellish creature of the night. So, in one parting move did he summon the satanic prowess within and had a fire storm of rain fall down upon him; setting blaze to the battlefield for one hundred meters and attempting to drown them in a downpour of flames.

[CarterThe Game]

Inside the beast's area he went to stab upward through the thing's mouth and out of the roof of its skull but his attack was cut short as it stabbed upward to disable his sword arm, a black demonic dagger in the hand of the beast. It would make his army dangle useless past his elbow if it rang true on it's target. Taking advantage of his slightly higher speed his right hand flew over the upcoming hand, the dagger stabbing up through his palm and out the top of his hand cutting through the area between his middle and ring fingers, almost cleaving the hand in half.

With a gasp blood rained don on the ground below but Carter had to focus, this beast was doing what he expected, it was acting like and enraged animal and putting out high powered yet sloppy attacks. With extreme effort and through pain he couldn't describe his deeply wounded hand closed over the fist holding the demonic dagger that had impaled his hand.

His golden eyes looked at the beast from this close angle, the pain from the wounds he had sustained making his vision blurry but his will power pushing him through the pain, his sheer force of desire to stop this evil seeming to over come the pain. He could feel a dark wave rolling through his soul from the continued satanic taint coming from the demonic spire that had pierced him. His light flickered for a moment before he focused, remembering his training, remembering gifts bestowed for situations much like this. He would activate the power of his Purgatonis on himself, the ability to purify demonic influence on things that other wise would be free of them. This wouldn't push the taint out and then go to attack the demon, this would serve to cut off the taint from growing, this would circle around the area affected from by the weapon poisoned with demonic energies, purging them before more entered his soul.

In the next moment the spire dagger was ripped free with a gush of blood as the demon attempted to bring a drop kick down on Carter's head which would crush it. His left wing came up and over his head like a shield while he began to glow in the light Clara Clipeus, an angelic defense that had effects like that of Hierro, the glow shifting softly like it was stirred by a light breeze all around Carter's being. His defenses would find themselves bolstered once again but not to the degree of his previous defense which would be out of use to him for a while until he could recharge it, until that time came he would have to count on this defense as well as whatever kido and Shikai he could.

The leg would connect and a concussive blast would issue out, the ground below impacting even further and the force of the hit toppling distant tree. The wing held up though but not without sustaining injury, the bone's cracking and feathers flying off and falling to the ground below, more crimson droplets would fall from a large gash in the wing, blood staining the pure white feathers.

He would exhale heavily, feeling some fatigue and more than a good amount of pain, his vision blurring again before he focused himself, remembering the reason he was here, the souls that were counting on him further on past this bastard. That was enough, enough to fuel him, as the demon came at him, aiming to stop his Zanpakutō with his bare fist. His speed and reaction time had seemed to catch back up but that was okay as his blade began to glow again with the holy light like before, if the being was stupid enough to think his pure force was enough to stop Carter then the angel would teach him a lesson in humility, the blade cutting deep into the hand of the creature as more of the pure white fire burned inside the beast, burning its soul once again sucking even more of the darkness out of it, making a light come alive in the being that would weaken the darkness that had consumed its soul. Even though he had managed to use the demon's attack against him he still felt the sting of the impact since they were both putting out a good deal of force, his arm went numb from the impact and felt like lead. His hand just barely remained closed on the blade before he pulled it back out.

His wounded right hand would come up as light emitted forth from the bloodied palm, ushering forth his power of Purgatonis again he would send a wave of true light at the black demonic energy in an attempt to halt it from advancing outward, the energies would off set and pull into one another before rebounding back at their prospective casters. Like two forces of equal power colliding and bouncing off of each other. His light kido would be impeded by a black orb as well and the force would send the two flying backward int he air. Demonic blood burning the right side of Carter's face, like an acid it would eat his skin from his temple down to his chin, barely missing his eye. His wounded right hand would come up and a white light would bask his face, the power of his Purgatonis nullifying the active acid and demonic taint in the blood before it could burn too deep. It would leave a scar though, a trophy of this battle should he walk out the victor.

It was a weight he would bare with ease if he had to, a scar he wouldn't be ashamed of. No warrior ever made it off the field of battle unphased. but this was enough, enough of trading blows, enough of one uping the other in in test of power. Now he would relay on skill, skill and a cool head, he would not be goaded and he would keep making progress, keep cutting away at the beast until finally it made a slip up that was too much for it to recover from. So far it had made a few and it paid for them, it had assumed its daunting power would stop Carter, that concern for his own well being would be enough to send him running scared.

He wouldn't be frigthened off, "This fight will not end until either you or I lay dead on the ground demon." he would state, his Zanpakutō pointing out at the thing from the distance. The blade would vanish and appear to have Carter holding the air, his arm slashing downward, if he had been close up to the beats it would be like he was attempting to cut from its right shoulder down to its left hip bone but he was a good distance away and held no weapon so he looked like he had finally cracked, he looked as if the demonic taint had taken its toll and his Zanpakutō had vanished, losing the ability to resonate with his now defiled soul.

But in a moment the truth was made clear when a slashing blade manifested aiming to slice into the demon's right shoulder down to its left hip like Carter had done from the distance. As soon as the blade appeared it would vanish, Carter's Zanpakutō reappearing in his left hand, his eyes scanning the demon to see what damage he had done to it. His golden orbs looking intently at the beats, his muscles ready to move, his body tense.

Down below it would appear Hizazel was fighting a pitched battle but with every attack that hit him one of the black ink feathers would vanish off of his clothing, three black feathers appearing on the wing symbols now on the back of Carter where the wings had just been featherless. Hizazel would find himself unscathed from the attacks below while Carter made note of the new art work on his back.

[SijelEstablished Member]

Hizazel looked at the creature with a face of shock. The creature didn't even notice he was attacking. This act made hizazel both mad and scared at the same time. Though he hated to be ignored when fighting the fact that this thing was taking everything he did as if it didn't happen struck a slight tone a fear into hizazel's mind. So much so that it distracted hizazel from his surroundings as he focused on the scale difference between him and the beast above, if it wasn't for the man resembling an angel hizazel would surley be dead already. As he snapped back into reality he could feel sense the heat of an oncoming attack, but not before it connected. Hizazel was able to move his body and put his hand up to try and deflect it, but the attack was too fast.

The blast hit his hand and flew past his face. For a second hizazel stopped and floated their eyes wide with shock. He slowly looked at his palm which now held a large hole in the center that stopped at his bone area leaving the skin on the front half of his palm intact minus a small needle like pierce in the back where the blast escaped from. Blood began to pour from the wound like a faucet an cover his entire hand saving his fingers. Hizazel looked back downward at the demon that had done this. It was one that he thought was dead. Hizazel, in all of his fights that he's ever been in, had never been through an injury like this one. His mind didn't know what to do, but his body reacted instantly. It increased in heat rapidly and a set of orange feathers grew a solid, ominous black.

Subconciously he had released the second stage of his terror burst which he had named vanish due to the shear amount of fear that it placed upon all those who had came into contact with it. His body released it in full force as it's wings parted releasing feathers into the air. His vision had came back just in time to notice several tendrils headed for him. The feather floated downwards for a second before surging forward becoming fireballs filled with the burning rage that sat inside the young child of fire. His wings pushed downward sending hizazel surging into the sky followed by the tendrils that had escaped collison with his projectiled fire.

He made a sharp turn downward heading straight for the demon as the impulse of fear rapidly grew stronger and stronger. If successful the impulse would cause the demon to fell a sense of danger that would only grow as hizazel continued to use the attack. The tendrils would try to cut hizazel off in his descendance. Instead hizazel caught a daring idea to see how well the tendrils reacted. He cut hard to the right then downwards narrowly missing each tendril that came his way. He crashed into the ground instantly vaporizing it creating a 10 foot crater. He would then launch himself forward across the ground as the tendrils continued to follow him, some of them skewering the ground as they tried to nail hizazel to it, but his quick reflexes and flexibilty gave him just barely enough skill to dodge them as he glided across the earth at immense speed letting the ground beneath him fly up in embers from the heat that emanated from his body.

When he felt that he was at the right angle and he had a good footing he launched himself toward the creature, pushing off of the ground with all of his power. He would soar towards the creature head on and when he was within the creatures reach he would use his ability to tansform himself into smoke in order to blow straight through him hoping his tendrils would impale him. He could feel the tendrils behind him nipping at his feet as they tried to catch him, but hizazel couldn't stop, if he did he would surly die from the amount of tendrils that would impale him if he didn't follow through with his attack.

As he flew closer he could see that the man seemed to be having a really tough time fighting this thing all by himself and hizazel thought for a moment that the man had gone mad as he screamed something and swong his sword when he was clearly nowhere near his target. Suddenly a light had emanated near the creature that went in the same direction as the sword swung by the man. Hizazel hoped that the attack would give him the distraction and time he needed to attempt this suicidal gamble.

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«CLOSING OUT THE EVENT NOW»

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9/30/2415, 4:30 PM; CST Standard Time

Since we are closing out the event, we'll assume that Carter and Hizazel were able to otherwise destroy the Demiveta in this thread and secure the city. With that, I'll close out the thread and you all can claim rewards n' such.