"Suppression Herbs?" He asked, already walking down the road towards the large team.
"Where are you from, friend?" He asked, already catching sight of Rexejon and his crew. He did not dare move...
Sessamaru stood where he was, waiting, opening a mysterious eye upon his forehead. The vertical slit looked about, seeing everything. This was Omnitri, the Third All-Seeing Eye.
Sessamaru, already on his feet, ran down the road, clenching the crystal sword. His speed greatly increased, making him more than just a blur. He hoped Kretze can catch up. The green-eyed albino released his hand from the hilt, running normally. He skidded to a stop as he saw the dead archdevils. He didn't know if he should rejoice or be wary. He stood there, thinking.
Vallyn twisted his head to look at Blake, hate and scorn in his eyes. His glare was that of a merciless killer, cold and empty. Slowly, the drow-shade walked towards a tree, sitting as he did so. He waited.
Sessamaru shook his head, tired. He watched about, carefully scanning the meadow he was currently in.
Sessamaru stared at Kretze, "Get back afterwards. If there is anything wrong, don't be a hero. Come back here. We need each other in this." He spoke softly, his voice mournful.
Sessamaru nodded, but he kept himself silent. Memories flooded into his mind. Painful memories. He sighed.
All about Blake, Blade, Roselie, and the vampires, magical darkness dimmed their vision. Stepping through his shadow-vortex, Vallyn scowled, his darkness becoming darker and darker, as if he were summoning a globe of darkness. But this darkness came from him in waves, not a globe. He threw out one hand, as if he were throwing a curtain to the side. The darkness popped, revealing the drow-shade.
Sessamaru sighed, he felt his burden grow. He shook his head. "What are we to do? Besides walk to and fro, searching for the hellish blades that brough nightmares to many... What are we... to do?"
Sessamaru finished the song in rapid succession, the music stopping. "This song... It was only known to the Sorurobu Bureakeru of Dhar'khania... I found the Royal Stone when I found this ocarina and..." He trailed off.
Sessamaru stopped in a meadow, resting upon a stump. He reached into his cloak, bringing out an obsidian ocarina, an emerald near the mouth-piece. He began to play a gentle tune. It was sad, terribly sad. Animals went about him, spirits visited, only to weep for the lost souls. Animals began to join in as a chorus. It was angelic. The Curse of Melancholy, a song of magnificent notes. The song, its magical power, condemned the evil to forever be sealed with Oblivion, the plane of nothingness, of loneliness. But, the tune lacked magic, for now, it was only a song. No demonic aura was near.
The brother's danced, all about the opening of the forest. Magical sparks lit between blades. They both, in mid-dance, began to mutter spells. They faught, up and down, high and low, blades hitting one another, magical barriers appearing and breaking. Neither got tired. Vallyn, finally fed up, charged forward, shadowstepping rapidly, building up momentum. He lunged forward, shadowstepping in mid-flight, only to appear, spinning in his crouch, blades dancing about. Quarrak jumped back, away from his dangerous shade-brother. "Alas, I may have to use you yet again, puppet," He cackled as he pressed a hand against a tree, a portal opening. "Goodeve, drow-shade..." He muttered the last of the sentenced, mainly due to his disappearance into the void-filled portal. Vallyn sheathed his blades and shadowstepped, disappearing with great rage.
A spiral of lightning flew towards Vallyn, rapidly and quick. Vallyn, thinking upon his feet, sommersaulted forward, dodging the lightning barely, the ends of his hair singed. As he was upon his toes, he lunged out of the crouched ball, blades working wildly. Ghost swords appeared in front of Quarrak, parrying and countering. The wizard watched with glee. "Damn you!" Vallyn cursed, moving about in circles, dancing with blades atop one another, breaking every parry that was present. He worked about like in a screw formation, dancing his way through. As he got close, the ghost blades vanished, but two other swords sprang forth, blocking the deadly flurry that was Vallyn. Quarrak held his blades of despair.
The drow-shade appeared next to his brother, the shadows melting away as a dirk slipped to Quarrak's throat. "I believe you have to die, Elderboy." He spoke in the drow tongue. Quarrak had an amused smiled transfixed upon his face. "How so?" He asked, removing his knuckles from his cheek. "Put that away, you'll poke someone's eye out." He mocked A chuckle escaped Vallyn's lips. This unsettled Quarrak. "Sure, but I'll do more than just pluck out your eyes." He replied, drawing out a new blade, Mournagh. Zilvinidia came out secondly. Quarrak smirked now. "Always the vengeful one," He cackled, already amist in his spell casting.
Vallyn disappeared into the darkness of the forest, seeking out Quarrak. Quarrak sat upon a magically summoned emerald throne, awaiting his brother, his invisibility dispelled. He waited patiently, his green eyes, extremely-rare for drow, darting left to right, as if watching a pendulum swing.
Vallyn slapped Zilvinidia against the boy's flesh, banishing the flames. "Enchanted weapons are more useful if they're the opposite of your element." He spoke was he walked past Blake, cutlass in sheath.
Vallyn shook his head. "He was weak, after all." He walked away.
Vallyn looked amused. "I guess your son can do my bidding," he whispered, sheathing his cutlasses. He just stood there and watched, not at all bothered by the heat.
Vallyn turned. Finally, someone who can be considered an equal. "Sadly, you can not cross into the Plane of Shadow..." He spoke, the amulet on his neck, a shining emerald, dimming. "With this amulet," he pointed to it with a single finger, "I can walk into any and, or, all planes. Shadowstepping with this on... Gives me a higher advantage," Vallyn explained, getting into possition.
