"What is with you ill-educated people?" He asked, shaking his head fiercely, ignoring the apparent danger. "Either make a move, or this battle is at an end (if this is even a battle)," He threatened, turning his back on the creature.
Ooc: Sorry. Long range teleportation, I'll keep at a minimum (only used after a battle is ended, defeat or victory). I'll lighten up on the "avoiding dangerous things"... I knew I was doing something wrong. Just tell me what I do wrong and I'll fix it, unless I find something at fault with your reasoning... Otherwise, I'll straighten things up. This guy is completely new to me. Vallyn shook his head "Did you intend for me to die by Kars's minions? I think you wanted me dead," he accused, intrigue behind the raging flames of his eyes. Vallyn raised a single hand. "What to do now, Dark Lord?" He asked, shadow tendrils releasing from his pores. He waited.
"Oh? I, Vallyn Despana, am afraid of a sentient blade and of a demon?" He asked rhetorically, a smile widening upon his face. The saber in his left hand, Zilvinidia, radiated a frosty blue light. Mournagh, in his right, began its black and green glow. "Demons should be banished, no?" He asked again. He waited, as patiently and as calmly like a statue.
"Your pride and joy is not immortal... Not without souls," He mocked, standing where he was. "Frost hurts it, for, like blood running through veins, it slows down the process, and eventually stops. Frozen. Dead." Vallyn stared at Pasa, the sentient blade who controls Rey. He smirks. "Kill me," He taunted.
Ooc: Sorry, I was in a rush. Had things to do... Seeing their sluggish movements in the sheer darkness, no light, whatsoever, presentable, Vallyn began to parry aside their blades, killing them off. All twelve Alchemist Fires exploded, presenting a fiery force. Vallyn shadowstepped outside the room, hearing the terrible screams of the elves who just realized their cuts, the flaming agony of the deadly Alchemist Fires. He shadowstepped again, the force behind him already approaching fast. What seemed like minutes to the drow-shade were only seconds. After the force blew over the shadow-mist of his departure, Vallyn appeared in the throne room of the Dark Lord, his eyes glowing with intrigue, and somewhat of suspicion. "Did you intend for me to die?" He asked, the shadows swirling around his body, his eyes peering into the godly figure's soul.
With a sigh, the drow-shade went into his pouch of netherweave, producing six orbs in each hand. "Alchemist Fire," He whispered sardonically, tossing the explosive orbs at the elves. As the orbs flew, the drow-shade went in rapidly, drawing out both blades. He set to work. Darkness covered the room, his eyes darting to each one, already did he start thrusting each blade through their defense, fighting with his magical dark vision of his shade-innate.
Vallyn was not at all frightened. He walked forward, chanting a spell. The air grew chill as a weak blue mist appeared. The vines began to wither from the chill as frost slowly crept up the vines.
Leon acted as lazy as he could, getting up with a languid stretch. He turned, as if noticing the girl for the first time. He sighed and walked past her, towards a hill at the edge of the town.
"You obviously are ill-educated," He chuckled, drawing out his banishing blade, Mournagh. He stepped forward, and continued onward, towards Rey. "Your sword will have no effect against me," he added, noticing the magic around it.
Ooc: lol, alright. I'm still going to wait for you to actually post, though '>.>
Out came Zilvinidia, the ice-blade began to create a cool aura around him. The vines beneath him froze. "Maybe I should just kill you, then," He remarked, his voice chilling, his amber eyes were of that of a killer.
"My name is of no importance," He spoke, walking farther away now. The sky seemed to brighten some for the coming dawn.
Vallyn stepped forth, staring at Rey. "What are you trying to do?" He asked coldly, his eyes dark and empty.
Sessamaru began to walk, his heart and soul pulling him like a magnet to the hellswords.
Vallyn sat there, chanting runes, casting more fireballs into the vines.
Ooc: If you mean that, then yes.
A flaming ball was shot through the darkness about Rey, aiming towards the pinnacle of the vines creation.
Vallyn walked back into the shadows, once again invisible. He began to hum a song. The drow-shade sat beneath a large oak tree.
Sheathing his cutlasses, Vallyn threw out his shadowarm, banishing the darkness. The shadows swirled around Vallyn's shadow arm, digging deeply, strengthing the artificial limb. "Game over," He said, almost like an automaton.
Ooc: Such a bad use of the word "appear" XD Vallyn began to cut the tendons and creases presentable on Blake, the icy cold blade of Zilvinidia slowing the blood flow as the banishing curse of Mournagh dispelled any fire related abilities. He even went into a low crouch and knocked the spear higher and high, eventually kicking Blake in the stomach, where a gentle, but deep cut, was found.
