Vallyn coughed, his consciousness regained quicker than any mortal. In fact, most say he was immortal. He had the Devils' Luck. "You're an idiot. That vampire came from the flames to the left of you, your flame just went exactly straight and spread outwards after it reached the corner. Fool," he cackled, slowly getting up. He winced, his long white hair matted with blood. "I blew off my own arm with Alchemist Fire. So hush, nothing was your fault."
Subconsciously, the half-made shadowarm reached out, the tendril fingers wrapping around Blake's arms. The shadows swerved around Blake. Black bone took form, the black flesh of shadow turning into ebony skin.
Through the flames of Vallyn's design, one vampire plotted to take down the fire elementalist. It ran, screaming, preparing to bite Blake. Vallyn appeared with a shadowstep, his hand down the vampires throat. The vampire exploded, and without knowledge, or even a hint of flame... Vallyn lost his arm. Vallyn was weary, he didn't feel the burning agony of his blown off arm. "Alchemist Fire. Not a good tool..." He said, grabbing Blake by the scruff of his shirt. They teleported back at the refugee camp. He fell back, unconscious. The shadowstuff began making a new arm for the drow-shade.
Ooc: 'Tis Vallyn!!! Vallyn waited, hearing a living being not far off. He messed with the orb in his hand.
The entire home of newborns was now alit with fire. The scent of burned flesh filled the air, coagulated blood covered the earth, puddles of fresh spilling blood surround every cobblestone. The Drow-Shade was becoming weary and the vampires were still coming, fewer in number now, but still, there were too many for him to take on in his current state. He pressed on. Sheathing the blades, he drew out several more Alchemist Fires, the exploding globes in which he made himself. His pouch of holding was vast, filled with the orbs. He smirked. He tossed all but one, killing off over half the vampires that he had left. With adept skill, he waved a hand across the rest of the vampires, making an overly large globe of darkness, enshrouding the town. Not even vampires can see in this darkness. Drow-Shades, the same. He smirked. Carefully, he skewered a hole in the orb, placing it on an arrow. He knotched the arrow, and shot it. Vallyn banished the globe, seeing the orb in perfect time erupt as it hit the lead vampire, and shadowstepping back, avoiding a clawing strike. Again, he knotched an arrow, and released it, killing off several vampires that were unfortunate enough to be in the way. Drawing out another orb, he waited, counting only fifty more. He waited, hiding in the darkness of a corner, summoning a globe of darkness to cover him flawlessly in the dark, shadowed corner.
More and more flooded about him. He didn't care, for he continued to kill them. "My, oh my, how you shall burn!" He said, impaling two vampires, having them nail into a random tavern, their bodies writhing. He grabbed seven Alchemist Fires in each hand, throwing them straight up into the air, retrieving his blades, and shadowstepping unto a house. The balls exploded, killing off more than four score of vampires, and more still catching on fire by the runaway torches. He chuckled as he ran through the fray with another step, cutting through them like butter. "More, more, more, more!" He shouted, spinning about the chaos. The Drow-Shade felt invincible.
Vallyn stood before the vampire infested town. "This should be quick," He smirked, revealing his sharp fangs. He walked in, attracting attentions of the vampires. He continued to do so, ignoring their stares and having them follow him. He went towards the town square. "Come to me, listen to the sea. Gods oh gods, it's a puddle of blood." He cackled, stopping at its heart. "Come at me, make me dance to the rhythm of death!" He shouted, the vampires, all about him, attacking him. He summoned his blades, killing off the first few that appeared. He shadowstepped all about, dancing in his rhythmic swordplay, the serpentine movements fluid and beautiful. Beauty was often deadly. He continued, never tiring.
"Burn them alive, then. They grow weaker." He said, farther off. Shadow tendrils surrounded Vallyn, and before shadowstepping, he shouted, "Do not leave yourself vulnerable!" and with that, he shadowstepped off into the night, at the Vampiric Hive that he has heard... The new borns will taste his enchanted steel.
"Magic is the easiest route, but if you must... Silver weapons, holy symbols. The like." He stated, walking towards the body and then past.
His eyes stared coldly at Blake as he spoke "This can affect everyone and everything, and can be used to my brother's advantage... And will, too, link to Roselie's current situation." Then, to Blake, he spoke even more colder than his stare, a deadly edge to his voice "Do not dare try anything foolish."
"Then share with us," he said coldly, his eyes glaring from behind his white hair. He stood across them crossarmed.
"A week, at best." He whispered, not really knowing the terrain. He just appeared in Dhar'khome... Everything was different from Dhar'khania. "A week..."
Vallyn cocked his head over to Alice and Jasper, casting away his globe of darkness. "And you, vampires, what are you talking about?" He asked casually.
"We'll meet them at the first sword... I promise..." He whispered, more to himself. He walked farther out of the bar, towards the trail to the Heart. Sessamaru continued farther and farther, his steps heavy with grief.
"Again with the jokes?" He asked, his voice tinged with a dark desire. Vallyn held the sword there, not caring much if he "accidentally" killed the boy or not.
Sessamaru accepted the words, but denied their existance. "No one deserves to die, Rexejon... Not even killers." He let it go at that as they disappeared. He turned around, walking slowly out of the room, his shoulders slumped. He brooded his melancholy. "No worries my friend, I believe we'll see them again, soon. Very. Very. Soon."
A sword, the green glowing sword, was held at Blake's back, the tip knicking his skin. "Do not frighten the refugees, and do not make pitiful jokes." Vallyn sneered, his body hidden by an abnormal darkness. The circle of light made by the glowball concaved where Vallyn the Drow-Shade stood, for darkness took it.
"No one deserves to die," he reiterated. He walked forward. "I shalt not kill, but I shall stop you," He added, his long white hair dancing about, the hue now blue. "Rexejon, you shall not touch those swords!"
"Much better," He spoke, relieving the left scabbard of its blade. The shadow blade shone with an eerie green light as the shadow tendrils danced about it.
Sessamaru turned his head "I desire punishment," he whispered, putting the swords away, "But... I vowed to not participate in any violence... To forget this would make everything for me worse." He bowed his head. "I vowed never to kill."
