The drow was the quicker. With blurring movements, due to the enchanted anklets and bracers, he parried the tanto twice, and burried both of their pommels into her stomach, sliding out in a crouch. "It's just unfair," Vallyn replied, his eyes upon Ty, not truly paying attention to the angel.
Sessamaru toyed with the artifact. "Temptation... Greed... Lust... This shard and its brethren are the image of Sin..." He whispered, holding the shard close to his eyes. The magic within the artifact seemed powerful... Vast! With a sigh, he replaced the artifact into the folds of his cloak, his eyes upon Alaric. "Why the artifact?"
"You are a fool to boast, then..." He spoke, not turning. His eyes were staring coldly into Ty's very soul.
"Vallyn Desp'Ana..." He replied casually, the coldness in his voice razor sharp. "Be lucky that I pity the outnumbered..." He muttered, keeping his voice from being heard. He awaited Ty to make his move.
((Time to play the "Hero" now :P Besides, I feel left out...)) Shadowstepping, the drow was in front of Blade, one shamshir raised, blocking the dark beams as tendrils of darkness leaked out of his body. The force from the beam, though, blew back his cowl, revealing his stark white mane, his ebony skin shimmering in the feigning sunlight. Amber eyes were glaring coldly at Ty. "It truly is unfair for two people to attack one person..." He spoke, his voice musical, but strangely chilling. He drew his second shamshir, but to their eyes, his languid movement (to him, it seemed) seemed to be like he summoned the blade. "Come..." He taunted Ty.
[Disorder] His plan taking root, Vallyn remained back, awaiting for Tai to stop the Chosen. He waited, his glaring amber eyes piercing coldly through the shadow of his cowl.
"Yes, lets go please," He spoke softly, wanting to get this done and over with.
[Disorder] Vallyn shook his head, his grim aura affecting the air about them. "Your first mission... Is to stop them. If any trouble, then I shall be there to assist." He swore, not caring much about the primary goal. His voice was still cold, never warming.
"From my view... It only encouraged the chaos..." Sessamaru spoke, walking out of the dissipating dark mist. His hidden visage grim. He looked to and fro. "Also... Stealing magical items during a feud will cause more destruction. This One is not wanting to argue with a child." Sessamaru resheathed sakura, cursing under his breath. He let the cowl remain upon his head, hiding his features as did the cloak itself.
Sessamaru glides swiftly through the darkness, quick-drawing Sakura. The blade came upwards into an uppercut. OOC: By the by, Sakura is a reverse-blade sword. '>.>
Ooc: This One is off to bed as well. Summer school sucks -_-'
Ooc: Beat ya to it :P
Ooc: I just noticed o.o My wish could cure everyone's problems XD Ironic... Sessamaru snatches the shard, its magic numbing his hands. He quickly tucked it away.
"Give it to This One, for He will keep it safe... Promise." He spoke, as if speaking to a child. In his eyes, even within his seventeen year old body, everyone were babes. "You, stop... Make one threatening move, and you will not get up from within the concrete." He promised, his voice holding a chilling tone.
Sessamaru turned his head, resheathing his blades. "Where did you move it?" He asked calmly, his words weighing heavily on Alaric. "Return it here... There is no need to let this chaos continue..."
Sessamaru shook his head. Out of all the things he witnessed, a werewolf was his most hated opponent. He kept away, not wanting to break the many bones of the "now human" Nik. Sessamaru looked about, seeing the chaos is out of control. "Pointless..." He muttered, not daring to put his blades away.
Ooc: Hm... Sessamaru has a similar power :/ Snapping fingers to make things disappear is fun XD The green eyed albino ran up in front of the dandy, blades at the ready. Nik was his intended prey, seeing him a bigger threat. Dandies were annoying to deal with.
Ooc: How fun :P Sessamaru ran into the fray, sliding on both knees, drawing out his crystal shamshir, which generated a benevolent light that surrounded the blade and wielder. He was an image to behold. But not during battle. Blades flew about, cutting through the air. He was to attempt the pausing of the chaos that was now happening. Windblades blasted to and fro, unbelievably powerful.
((Thanks ^^')) Sessamaru stood atop a building, his long green cloak dancing about him. How long has this one lived? For so long. But, within the estimation process, he has lived for 7 eons (aeons), already time has shifted so quickly, evolving to newer technologies. He was the Fate of the world. He mourns his responsibility. But he knows that when the planet becomes barren, as will all the others, the world, left in his hands, will descend into darkness once more... Only to be reborn for history and life and gods to start anew. How simple the logic seemed... But it continuously burned his thoughts. He shook his head away, still denying, as he constantly did, that he was the one to end it all. He noticed an awry air prespiring around the museum. "A robbery? Perhaps something else?" He asked, already at the steps of the museum. He jumped, but to many, he seemed to teleport. His speed was inhumanly fast. "Guns... cowardly sorts they are now..." He lamented, his eyes narrowing to the side under his cowl. He was nothing but a green shadow. "Oi!" He shouted, hoping his voice was heard. He stepped in, farther into the museum, Sakura in his hand, glowing a benevolent rose colour, which also radiated around the wielder. He heard a slight battle. He stormed in.
((Sorry for being extremely late for joining!)) Username: Sessamaru Name: Sessamaru Gender: Male Age: 7 aeons Weapon: Lumia and Shadowbane; Sakura, the sakabatou. Ability: Swordplay, Magic (Primarily Aeromancy), and Stealth. (Too vague? Let's just say he's packed up with 4 years worth of experience and adjustments.) Description: History: After his homeworld was destroyed by an astronomical entity, he spent aeons in The Veil, his 17 year old body perfectly preserved as his immortal-state increased in power. But, he is a sickly albino of his now extinct race, and must survive off sentient items, mostly the symbiote and of Shadowbane, the soul-stealing sword that forever thirsts for blood. As he awakened upon a new plane, he must travel alone with his own burdens, protecting the innocent, and being a pacifist unless there is no other way... He never wants to think of such things. Your character's wish: He wishes to seek atonement for his past sins, starting with helping the weak; he wishes to see a world where no one dies or is judged... He wants to see everything in balance before the world falls to ash in which his fate is to be.
