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Post by Nymiane on Aug 26, 2008 21:17:52 GMT -4
Breena’s eyes never met Rheavon’s and perhaps if they did she would have seen the dark glitter in them, she would have known instantly. Instead she glanced around the room, tugging upon his arm playfully. ”Survival of the fittest, no doubt..” She spat out, her words were cut short as he interrupted. She idly wondered what brother it was, if it were Fallon or Finn, another question that surely would have revealed it was not Rheavon, however she did not ask. ”Rheavon!” She cried out as she ran after him, the wind beating on her cuts stinging her flesh. In the moment she had forgotten about Tor, he stood close by, how could she forget him? He didn’t even cross her mind’s path.
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Post by rheavon on Aug 26, 2008 21:32:45 GMT -4
Stayed ahead of her as he thought about what he was going to do. He wanted to make Rheavon suffer, he had always hated the man, even when they were boys he had hated him. Letting her see him before he turns each corner.
Approaching the cathedral, he disappeared inside, quickly pressing himself to the wall near the door. Thinking quickly he began to cast, drawing images of people from the organization up around the room, facing away from them.
Drawing his single sword as she entered he motioned for her to be quiet as he began to stalk along the walls.
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Post by Nymiane on Aug 26, 2008 21:38:04 GMT -4
She followed Rheavon without question, he always had a reason for something. She slid her blade from it’s sheathe again and wished for once she were listening to the loathsome voice inside of her head. He spoke of her being a fool, and how she should wake up, open her eyes. Instead all she heard was hissing. Breena followed Rheavon into the cathedral, her eyes catching sight of the men from the organization, she fell into the shadows of the pillars, hiding, even from Rheavon.
As she watched Rheavon crawl along the wall she peered from behind a strong pillar, her cerulean eyes catching glimpse of the single blade. She wrinkled up her nose and took a deep breath, in an instant she remembered the odd movement she saw in the barn, and the lack of response to her touch. Even now before her she saw him lacking his twin blades he used in training. It was him..he had cast his illusionary tricks on her. She narrowed her eyes and skulked in the shadows.
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Post by rheavon on Aug 26, 2008 22:11:19 GMT -4
Didn't notice that she might have made him, caught up on his own superiority, he continued to play it out. Motioning for her to circle the other side. Approaching the other side himself, he snuck up behind one of his illusions and cut its throat.
Enjoying this game, thoughts of the pain he would cause Rheavon when he was done with that fool of a drow's woman. Practically purring he copied his old rivals moves as best as he could, turning his back temporarily on Breena before before he started to wade into his images, slaughtering them as they turned to fight. One of them crying out in alarm as they all turned to attack.
Knowing the movements of each one, his mind controlling them all, he was able to stay one step ahead of each one, never once thinking that the woman in the room with him was a seasoned fighter, never once considering that if he ignored her much longer...it would be the last thing he did.
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Rheavon came up on the barn, seeing Tor, he rushed inside, searching around for where Breena was, calling out loudly, "Breena! Where are you!?" Searching wildly for where she could have gone.
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Post by Nymiane on Aug 26, 2008 22:38:01 GMT -4
Breena played into Dryke’s plans, as if she had noticed nothing, as if he really were Rheavon. She wove her way deep into the shadows, she may not have been a grand assassin, but she was still of elven descent and her limbs knew how to silence themselves. And so she began to creep along the brim of the shadows, Feidhelm calling to her, surging his will onto her form, and poisoning her mind. She would have laughed if it would not have given her away.
Breena crossed stepped behind Dryke, her eyes narrowed as she crept up behind him, if he did hear her, he would no doubt think she was still under his spell. She held Feidhelm steady in her grasp, the blade cut through the air with ease, the fatal blow intended to strike his side.
Leila trembled under the hay, her eyes pouring tears, she stared up at Rheavon, her form finding its strength to crawl toward his feet, she hoped it would not startle him enough for him to beat her. She struggled to speak, but her vocals would not cooperate.. She writhed in frustration, her finger pointing in the direction Breena went. Leila mustered all the strength she could, her hand touching the amulet upon her neck, she threw herself to the ground. Speak! A voice boomed from within, her eyes glowing brightly as she forced herself to her knees, her voice came out weakly at first. ”The..man.. Took her, she thought it was you..she..” her words were cut off as her throat threatened to close up again, and it did. She began to cry again.
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Post by rheavon on Aug 26, 2008 23:31:13 GMT -4
Growling he felt the blade approach, feeling the air move he twisted, turn to the side as he pulled his sword up, barely getting it up in time. Moving away he glared at her, still using the appearance of Rheavon. Twisting his blade from hand to hand. His eyes taking on the dark hue he showed the girl earlier. "Fine...I will just need to ramp my plans up."
Attacking back he lunged back at her, still going for the disabling damage. He wanted her to suffer...her suffering would make Rheavon's oh so much sweeter.
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Rheavon, nodded at the girl, touching her head reassuringly touching her head before he sprinted off in the direction she pointed. Seeing the Cathedral he knew then where Dryke was, and veered towards it.
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Post by Nymiane on Aug 27, 2008 19:51:45 GMT -4
Breena narrowed her eyes. Feidhelm came down upon his sword in a heavy strike, she moved in toward him to make another attempt at striking him down. At first she stared at him, and then she growled deeply as he played with his sword, she took it as an insult, as if he were mocking her. The fact he still appeared as Rheavon didn’t bother her, no. Not when they had dueled so fiercely that morning. She kept the memory of her weakened arm far from her thoughts at the moment.
Without much need to think Breena knocked away the advancing attack and parried with a jab forward. He was a madman! She thought. Plans. What plans did he have. Breena almost gave into a frown, but decided against showing emotion.
Leila was beginning to collect her thoughts and calm herself when Fallon burst into the barn. With wide eyes he ran to her side and scooped her up into his strong arms. She didn’t fight him this time, if Breena was his sister and she so fiercely stood up to the man who intended on harming her, he was not her foe.
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Post by rheavon on Aug 27, 2008 20:24:15 GMT -4
After discovering the strength behind her blows, he gave up trying to block her attacks completely. Dancing lightly from one foot to another, he abandoned trying to copy Rheavon's fighting style as he sunk low.
Quickly calculating her movements in his mind, he turned her blade away carefully, deflecting it so it would pass inches away from him. Shaking his head he grinned at her, taunting her, "Is this the best you can do? I would have thought someone Rheavon held as an equal would have been better..." Smirking he jumped back, moving on the balls of his feet.
"Or maybe its just that Rheavon did pick someone his equal...my how the mighty have fallen." Snickering he lunged at her, his blade dancing in the light as he whispers softly, blatantly leaving his side open.
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Rheavon placed his hand on the hilt of one sword as he charged up the street, itching to draw the weapon, he could feel the madness boiling inside of him, close to taking over. Fighting it with everything he has as he reached the base of the stairs to the ancient place of worship.
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Post by Nymiane on Aug 27, 2008 20:37:16 GMT -4
Breena watched him bounce from foot to foot like some sort of faerie, the thought made her chuckle to herself. She pushed onward, hoping her blows would be strong enough to catch him off balance, but it was to no avail. Feidhelm called to her, pushed her on, he willed his spirit into her veins, his power, his madness. Breena fought hard to control her thoughts and movements, Feidhelm’s spirit possessed most of her mind, her movements became slightly frantic, but not uncontrolled. ” Do you spit discouragment out because I unnerve you? Are you afraid that a woman will beat you. That I will conquer you like Rheavon has? “ She spat her words out, chuckling
Breena spotted her opening and so did Feidhelm, he urged her arm forward her blade plunging upward, and then with a fluid motion he was drawn downward towards the vulnerable side.
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Post by rheavon on Aug 28, 2008 2:08:38 GMT -4
Smirked as he brushed her sword away again, laughing at her as she spoke, his mind holding the enchantment he had started. A wicked grin spread across his lips as she plunged for his side. Releasing the enchantment at that instant, he cause himself to split.
His main body stepping free and clear, as the sword plunged into another image of him. Controlling the image, he made it look up at her with a scared look, color draining from its features as blood poured out of it washing over her sword and arms. Chuckling as he bid the image to wrap itself around the sword and her wrist, pinning them with in it, as it cried out in mock agony.
Stepping closer to her again, he turned the blade of his sword side ways and rushed it down towards her sword arm, aiming to smack the flat of the blade against her flesh as hard as he could, only looking to disarm and disable her for now.
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Post by Nymiane on Aug 28, 2008 10:32:50 GMT -4
Breena kept her eyes locked upon his, she noted the glimmer, or lack there of in his eyes. Was this what he looked like before he cast a spell, or released an enchantment? She pursed her lips as her sword caught flesh, blood poured from the wound. Where was the scent of blood? Before she could release her sword of the illusion before her, she was trapped.
Breena was frozen, she couldn't move her sword arm, and what good was it to move the rest of herself. Dryke had somehow managed to corner her against the wall, she was trapped. Within an instant the flat of the blade landed upon her weak arm, she tried to keep her yowl silenced but with no luck. She nearly fell to the floor in agony, the pain shot along her whole arm until her fingers released her sword. Feidhelm fell to the floor with a loud clang, a sound that echoed within her ears.
Cerulean eyes peered up at the deranged man with ferocity. She may have been disarmed, and near crippled by pain, but she would not give up, not yet.
"Damn you, coward.."
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Post by rheavon on Aug 29, 2008 11:15:00 GMT -4
Dryke outright laughed in her face, a wicked grin plastered to his lips as he lifted his finger before her, pulling the lock of her hair off and tossing it to the ground. To her eyes, his form shimmered and shrunk, returning to the human's normal appearance.
Smirking he twirled his blade in his hand, savoring this before he leaned down, catching her throat in one hand, and her free hand in the other. Bringing his face next to hers, his teeth dragging warmly against her ear as he whispered to her, "Coward? You call an assassin a coward? You call one whose job is a knife in the dark a coward? You really think your beloved is any better?" Chuckling darkly he bit her ear, tightening his grip on her neck.
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Rheavon crested the top of the stairs in time to see Dryke biting on Breena's ear, holding her in place. The scowl that had been across his features quickly twisted into something more. Rage flooded his face as his eyes met with Dryke's. Drawing both swords at once, each one singing it's own tune, the holy blade, glowing a purest white, sang out to protect all life. At the same time, the hell wrought blade, its darkness seeming to draw in the light around it and smother it, cried out for blood, for the death of anything that dared oppose it. Both these songs entered Rheavon's mind at once, their power trying to overwhelm him.
Glaring at Dryke, Rheavon started forward, "You dare? Your jealousy knows no bounds Dryke. How I ever called you friend, how I ever trusted in you I don't know..." Stopping meters away from Dryke, he pointed the holy blade at his once friend, staring at the man down the length of the purest white blade, the hellish sword's point touching the ground lightly as his other hand hung down his side.
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Post by Nymiane on Aug 29, 2008 13:04:58 GMT -4
As the man shrunk before her a brow arose in minor amusement. He was nothing to look at, no brows would raise as he passed through the crowd. Nothing to distinguish him from the crowd. Except for his eyes, Breena noted. Most would not remember his eyes, but she felt a sort of pity for him deep inside, a pity that faded once she felt his grip on her.
Breena swallowed hard as the hand gripped upon her neck, she stared into his eyes, unable to accept her defeat. She idly wondered if this was how it was to end, a chuckle echoed in her throat as he took her wrist in his grip. The woman refused to put up a fight to him, she thought he was a coward, no he would not see her fear him, or struggle against him. She would brave it, and he would remember the mocking glare, and laugh she gave him before he killed her.
”Rheavon doesn’t hide behind magic.” She hissed, her eyes lowering along his form. ”He is more of a man than you can ever hope to be.” Breena nearly twitched as the word ‘beloved’ rolled around in her head.
Every fiber in her being told her to fight him, told her to knock him senseless, and yet she knew it would be useless to fight. Not with her arm being maimed. She was oh so weary, and her body was in no condition for a struggle. As Dryke’s teeth bit into the flesh on her ear, she growled. She wondered if Rheavon would arrive soon, or if it would be after her death. She then thought of how it would send him into his blood rage, and if he would ever return to normalcy - without her there, how could he? She seemed to be the only one to calm him.. On her last thought she saw Rheavon burst into the cathedral, Breena could not disguise the glimmer in her eye as he stepped through the threshold.
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Post by rheavon on Aug 29, 2008 17:35:56 GMT -4
Shook his head as laughter wracked his body. Rising to his feet, he turned to his old friend, the wicked grin never seemingly leaving his lips. Glancing down at Breena for a moment, as he licks his lips, pacing a small circle away from her, circling Rheavon, "My my, what a little minx you have found dear friend...I hope she is better in bed than she fights. I guess I will find out once I kill you."
His eyes flickering for a moment as images of him started to step out of the shadows all around the room. All of them mimicking Dryke as he flourished a bow, "Tis a pleasure to see you again though, almost like old times, except now I'm the master assassin. Best in the organization...and you.." Laughes and waggles his finger at Rheavon, "You are just a mark, someone to be taken out and forgotten. Oh how I will enjoy paying you back, for the years in your shadow, for the loving touch the organization gave me when you left. Oh they made me howl, pain that you wouldn't imagine to make sure I was still loyal." A hit of madness entering his voice as he laughed again, "Oh but don't worry...I won't kill you right away...you will suffer. You will suffer more than you can imagine!"
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Rheavon's rage began to boil, his breathing quickening as his features screwed up in fury, the white blade speaking within his mind, crying out for the injustice of how Breena had been treated. The blade compelling him to act, to kill this man in order to protect other lives. At the same time the other sword entered his thoughts, its anger at being mocked, at someone thinking it could best it, prodded at Rheavon. The combination pushed him into the same mindless rage that had caused so much devastation.
It started with his eyes, the only real tell tale mark that could tell anyone who knew him to stay away. The veins crossing across the whites of his eyes started to pulse, then as if cut, a blood red color started to pour out of the veins. Draining over his entirety of his eyeball, turning everything that showed blood red. At this point though, something new happened, something that had never happened before, first Rheavon didn't just charge, he didn't scream in fury, he didn't going into the same mindless rage.
His shoulders shaking lightly, holding back a boundless consuming fury as he spoke. Somewhere within the voice someone might have been able to make out his tone, but what was mostly heard could only be described as God and the Devil speaking at the same time. The voice, sweet as honey, yet dripping with malice, poured from his lips. It was two voice overlapping, speaking in rhythm, saying the same thing, "You can not beat me...you could never beat me...now you will see that the gap has not closed, you will never beat me." The arrogance in his tone unlike him, but with the rage pouring from his eyes...Only one thing could be said. It suited him now.
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Post by Nymiane on Aug 30, 2008 9:13:26 GMT -4
Breena fell to a heap on the floor, her hand lightly touching where Dryke’s had been, she gasped for breath as the crimson subsided from her face. She held back a groan as the pain of her arm throbbed, she glanced down at it and noted the purple and blue already spreading along her arm, she idly wondered if she had his fingerprints marked upon her skin. She didn’t have to look, she knew she did. The woman didn’t hear his words anymore, nor did she hear Rheavon’s, her eyes never wavering from their forms, this wouldn’t end here. She thought to herself.
It was when she saw Rheavon’s eyes, she knew Dryke had crossed the line, a sense of pride struck Breena’s heart, and it was a enough to push her to her feet. She stuck her foot outward, her mind calling to her sword, and he returned the call. With a fluid motion she struck her foot upon the hilt of her sword, it then flipped up and with precision she grabbed the hilt in mid air, her sword in the opposite hand now.. This was not her battle now, but she would be there for Rheavon if need be, waiting for the moment.
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Post by rheavon on Aug 30, 2008 22:07:35 GMT -4
Dryke blanched for a moment, this was new, this was something that he had never seen before. Deciding to play it safe, he let an image replace him, fading into the shadows to watch.
Commanding his images, he had them rush Rheavon. Each image using the same movements that he had as they attacked, Charging in unison.
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Within Rheavon's mind, he floated. A formless spirit, everything that was his mind and soul, free floating inside of him. If this corporal being could have been sweating...it would have been. He focused everything he had on controlling the ball of pure rage that floated before him. Keeping it still as he guided it, keeping control of it for now.
Outside his mind, Rheavon's Blood Red eyes flickered away from where Dryke had been standing. Sensing that he was no longer there, Rheavon's eyes turned and fell upon the shadow that Dryke was hiding in. A dark smirk crossing his lips as he began walking towards that shadow.
After the first step, the first Image reached him. His bloodlusted reflexes enhancing his movements, spinning quickly, the dark blade shot out and took the image's head from its shoulders. Moving with a precise grace, Rheavon flowed from image to image, the fury within him threatening to break through at any moment. Every movement bringing him closer to the shadow, the blood red eyes locking upon Dryke's hiding location everytime he faced that direction.
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Post by Nymiane on Sept 1, 2008 13:44:28 GMT -4
At the time Breena was glad the adrenaline coursed through her veins, her arm ached her so, and she didn’t want to think of the crippling pain she would be in. So she pressed her body up against the wall, her eyes lowering for once, taking in the sight of crimson below her. She noted the slices upon her legs, the blade had cut through her pants and bit into her flesh. Dryke managed to cut her upper half in a similar fashion as well, it was then she noticed her shirt was sliced. The shoulder of the shirt was cut free and so it hung past her shoulder, in danger of exposing her breast.
This wasn’t time for self pity, she reminded herself. So she stared out at the pair once again. A chestnut brow arose in question, and then both knit together. Rheavon, had he truly learned to use his rage to abide by his will? To not fall into the temptation, into the will of his blades? Breena pursed her lips as she drew near to the edge of the shadows, her blade lowered, but ready to strike if need be. I pray that you had enough practice, for all of our sakes.. She thought to herself, sighing as she watched, helplessly.
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Post by rheavon on Sept 1, 2008 14:01:29 GMT -4
Wanted to scream, how could this be? Never had Rheavon been able to see through his illusions. The man had always had to cut through every illusion to get to him.
Dryke shook his head in disbelief as he dove from within this shadow to another one, scattering several of his images to copy his movements. Having them trying to escape from shadows, trying to hide the real him. As he moved, Dryke's mind raced, there had to be away. Rheavon had always beaten him, but it was always close, he had always had something to work for to try and fight back.
His eyes focusing on the blades, squinting a bit he focused the back of his mind on them, letting his thoughts scan their shape, their strength, and hopefully their weaknesses. He was sure these new weapons were the source of this drow's strength.
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Followed Dryke's movements easily. From his perspective in his mind, he could easily make out which were the illusions. Stalking closer, his movements steady and fluid, trying as best as he can to keep everything under his control. The strain becoming apparent quickly though, sweat ran freely down his face. His grip on the swords were growing tighter, his knuckles turning white.
Then it happened, stopping rather abruptly, all sign of control drained from Rheavon's body. No longer was he guiding his own actions. His entire body shaking as he let out a blood curdling scream. His face contorting in rage as he threw all caution to the wind and recklessly charged Dryke's hiding spot.
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Post by Nymiane on Sept 1, 2008 14:23:35 GMT -4
With wide eyes Breena felt her chest tighten, her voice went to cry out to him but it was too late. Rheavon was lost within his sea of rage, none could stop him now. She sheathed her sword upon her back and readied herself to run if need be. He was on a rampage now, and not even she was safe from him. A deep frown creased her now worn features, her eyes stared on blankly. She felt as if her heart had been struck a thousand times. He had done so well..
Breena felt tears well up in her eyes, she didn't know why she began to cry, but her tears fell freely. Cerulean eyes glanced to the side at the realization that she was scared, she was terrified. Bree wasn't enough to stop his rage, he could barely hear her, the thought pained her, and then she grew infuriated. She stood up tall, her shoulders squared off, and she held her maimed arm close to her form.
" I warned you.. I told you to leave them behind you.." She murmured and stepped from the comfort of the shadows, her eyes locking upon the darting form of Rheavon, she saw him corner Dryke. She bolted forward and screamed him name." Rheavon!! "
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Post by rheavon on Sept 1, 2008 15:00:33 GMT -4
For a split second, a glimmer returned to his eyes, within him, Rheavon was fighting to regain control. This was not what he wanted. This was not how it was supposed to go! Within his mind he screamed in frustration, trying frantically to wrest control back from the rage.
It was in that moment, he heard her, his head turned for a moment, his eyes focusing onto the wounded woman.
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It was all Dryke had needed, that moment of distraction. Working as fast as he could, he recited the words. His eyes going out of focus for a moment before he called to Breena, "Thanks for the distraction!" Grinned at her before he faded completely into the shadow. Disappearing from the room.
Several miles away he climbed from the shadow, as he drew in a deep breath, shaking his head as he crawled to his feet. Muttering he brought his hand up and rubbed his nose, "Now to figure out what those swords were..." With that he walked off down the road, wandering to another nearby town where he could rest.
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At the disappearance of the symbol of his rage, Rheavon howled again. Turning frantically, his breathing growing heavier as he practically foamed at the mouth. Searching for something else to attack. As the blood red eyes fell upon the wounded Breena, within his mind, Rheavon tore himself free of the rage. Pulling himself out of it just as his body began to walk towards her.
Shuttering at the first step as control returned, he drew a deep breathe, forcing himself to sheathe the weapons, shaking from the effort to control the rage as he forced it dissipate. As the blood drained from his vision, the shaking slowly vanished as he regained control.
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