Razhiel’s eyes were not on the steps before her but the open air that surrounded her. She had the odd, and most likely suicidal, urge to fly. ‘Dragon, you are in a somewhat human body. We cannot fly. You cannot fly any longer.’ There was a scoff and then a reply. ‘We can fly. You are just not ready for such an intertwining.’ The response gave her pause. What did Freya mean by intertwining and could they really fly? Mentally scolding herself for the distraction, the almost silent footsteps continued upward. With each step forward the inside of her mind became, figuratively, a body of water in which Freya trickled slowly into. While she could hear sounds of the fight, the words were muffled and she was unsure what she would walk into. Since the time on the cliff she had not interacted with her inner ‘host.’
Razhiel, being who she was, knew that to walking to the fight divided, the ending would be similar to last time. So she welcomed the dragon, while exerting a certain amount of control and trust. They would have to have a heart to heart later. While she had volunteered for the merge and the dragon had not, they were in this together till death do them part. A tinkling of laughter sparked within her mind, water rippling. Freya had connected her last thought to the ceremony humans use to tie one another together. Very fitting. 0
The end of the staircase was indicated by a broken door in which she stepped over. The air within was musty. A arc of light that spilled across the cat walk she stood upon and into open air was filled with dust motes that seemed to swish back and forth. Pursing her lips, she blew a small gust of air and watched the display of swirling dust particles. Her ears picked up the tail end of Raven’s speech and a predatory smile appeared upon her face. While Tracen’s decisions regarding the slayer were biased by their friendship, he was not her pet. Tracen did not need her to defend him, in words or actions.
If she had a tail, it would have swished back and forth with the attitude emanating from her- a decent amount dragon originated. Footsteps confident as she walked in the direction of the voices. Coming upon the scene of two facing one, she hooked her thumbs in her pockets and watched, violet eyes on fire, above it all. Blazing hair moving as if a wind blew through, sparks zipping in between the strands.
Metal Crisis held his position as Raven stepped away from him. He did not press the advantage immediately, instead allowing the two Dragon Slayers a moment to converse. He found their interaction too fascinating to interrupted right away. Both had valid, albeit opposing, points. Even on the point of Raven's critique, although Tracen was clearly attempting to elicit an emotional response from Raven rather than actually provide an opposing viewpoint. Metal Crisis could argue that his own response to the critique was merely meant as intimidation as Metal Crisis' mechanical nature prevented him from committing irrational responses or being distracted, but that would defeat the purpose of having said it in the first place.
The two went back and forth on what they considered to be the truth about dragons, the past, and themselves. As that went on, Mecha Crisis became aware that at least one other person had entered the abandoned warehouse. From the bio-metric readings he could glean, it was most likely Princess Razhiel. Although it would appear her energy might be... changing? An intriguing phenomena that he will have to analyze in-depth later. For now, there was a battle afoot.
Tracen had ran ahead and stabbed Raven with the shadow of his spear. It wasn't deep, but it was definitely damage, and Raven had grabbed Tracen's spear to prevent him from moving it. That left him open to attack. Mecha Crisis bolted forward and bolted forward, vaulting over Tracen and attempting to kick the fire Dragon Slayer in the head. Upon landing, he would then gather energy in his palm and thrust it at Raven, releasing it as a close-range blast. "Robot Dragon Claw!" If Raven got caught in it, a seal would appear on his body and he would find his movements restricted.
Post by Tracen Tenshou on Oct 22, 2015 5:09:39 GMT
If talking was supposed to be a means of communication, Tracen and Raven weren't making any progress. For whatever reason, Tracen had thought before maybe a small part of them could understand, at least a certain amount of respect given among enemies. But there was none of that here, Raven content to condemn everything Tracen believed in, including the core of himself. Tracen had fought his way up from nothing - from a simple soldier, to prisoner of Valland, to the vigilante he'd become now...
Whatever logic Raven was trying to use was completely lost on Tracen. He was completely confused that the other was nothing but spite and lies. "I don't know what I was expecting. You don't need to pretend to care, like the other 'hero.' I'm not a pet!" It was the second time Raven had called him such, and Tracen was quickly losing whatever small amount of calm mind he possessed. It was perhaps doubled this time because now Tracen had indirectly told the other that he'd been a prisoner of Valland, making his relationship to Razhiel unique and unrelated to her fact of being Valland's princess. "I have no loyalty or sympathy towards Valland and its fate! I am the truth of what you could have been! You had your chance with Razhiel, you knew what your original purpose was, yet you chose to lie and manipulate! I'm a defender of Fiore, a true comrade of Razhiel, and a real slayer of dragons!"
Even though Crisis had run in for an attack, Tracen wasn't thinking much of logic. He clapped his hands together, taking a deep breath, the magical energy focusing quickly. "Shadow Dragon ROAR!" His palms aimed at Raven, a vortex of dark energy roaring against Raven. While aimed at his opponent, such an attack would likely catch Crisis since the other had approached Raven - though the attack was clearly directed at the dragon slayer.
(I told maxus to do thing in his next post as a btw)
"What?!" Raven was taken by surprise as the robot man displayed mastery over Dragon Slayer magic. Valland's research into them had gone far beyond what he thought they did! He raised his sword to block the kick, but Mecha Crisis used that to flip over him. The following moments seemed to slow down for Raven. As Tracen spoke he used his sword to slash the oncoming spell. But the spell made his sword too heavy to use. The seal formed on that, and he dropped the Dragon Fang. With it, he dropped his spell powering up his body. He was too late as he threw the spear aside when Tracen let go.
Gold eyes went wide as the shadowy vortex formed. Flames were shooting up to cover him, but without his sword and with their proximity... it wasn't fast enough. The magic slammed into him, shredding through what little magic he had up to hold it. He was swallowed by the darkness Tracen fired out... and yet he barely slid backwards. After a long moment flames erupted from Raven's hands.
"Crimson Dragon Talon Assault!" The flames turned into dragon's claws around his hands. His eyes blazed furiously with a golden light as one fist reached out and connected with Tracen's face. Raven wasn't holding back anymore.... and the impact would likely be strong enough to knock the man off his feet. Then he spun and pointed both open palms at Crisis. "Twin Dragon Cannon!"
Two white fireballs shot out at the robot. While only haphazardly aimed, the explosions would be problematic to deal with. Then he turned back to Tracen and charged in, not giving the other space to regain his footing. Flames continued to blaze out of his hands and holes in his now tattered clothes. "A defender of Fiore? A real slayer of dragons?!"
"You are neither!" Raven snarled as he punched Tracen again. The impact sent a wave of flames out, but he didn't stop. "I don't know how you got dragon slayer magic. A real laugh seeing how you hate the creatures it comes from. And the only thing you're defending is your own twisted sense of justice!"
"A real defender would be willing to do what's best for Fiore!" He said swinging again. Another shockwave shot out. "You're what I could have been? You're right. I could have been what you are! A delusional man who can't believe outside his own little reality! All I've heard from you is how both me and my father don't truly love humanity!"
"You didn't fight your father to defend the people!" Raven punched him one last time. Then he grabbed Tracen and held him up off his feet. "You didn't risk life and limb trying to help everyone out when you had nothing! Even as I made mistakes, and people turned their backs on me... I still did my best for them because humanity has so much potential to do good things!"
"It's that same potential that Draco fought and died for!" Raven then threw Tracen into the air. He began gathering energy into the palm of one hand. The room lit up with the ball of white forming in his hand. "I'll show you that same will to protect Fiore that me and him both have! And I'll show you what kind of power it truly takes to slay a dragon!"
"Divine Dragon Cannon!" He thrust his hand forward, using the spell he used to finish Draco off. The white ball of fire turned into a beam and flew right at Tracen...
Both attacked Raven at once. It seemed to work well in their favor until Raven snapped… Shit hit the fan at that point. Without thought, a slim short blade appeared in her left hand and she made a slash on her right forearm. Blood trailed down her arm to hit the catwalk. Her mouth barely moved as she whispered lines of words. “Lux in tenebris lucet. Venite milites de lumine. Alea jacta est.” The light shines in the darkness. The soldiers come from the light. The die is cast.
Putting the blade away, her left index finger drew down the slash, the blood slowing. Three streams of lightning emerged from the small pool of blood. Violet, green eyes glanced up to see Raven punch Tracen again. The streams formed into three static, roughly humanoid shapes. From one arm, each held a length of lightning chain. Her intent was clear, eyes narrowed, upper lip lifted slightly as Raven held Tracen in the air. The three soldiers, a spell meant to be used on beings of darkness, zipped towards Raven. Lengths of lightning chain being shot from three directions. If any chains made contact, they would wrap around the intended target, zapping as they made contact- their humanoid handlers following close behind. The ‘soldiers’ would explode upon contact. Both chain and soldier made of lightning and blinding in light.
Her own attack was a bit too late as Raven had thrown Tracen in the air, using a spell of his own. Freya took over. Razhiel’s friendship with Tracen had, indirectly, become a part of Freya. Freya being a dragon did not so much form friendships with humans but claimed them. Tracen was hers and she recognized the power of that spell. A word escaped her lips, “Mine.” . She pushed off the railing on the catwalk, vaulting over it. Lightning wings exploded into existence upon her back. The span fifteen feet approximately. The tattoo upon her chest blazed beneath her clothes. The wings worked a bit differently as instead of pushing air to gain momentum and speed, the magic manipulated the air into positive pathways in which lightning traveled. Razhiel/Freya had jumped the second Tracen had been thrown in the air, her sole intent to reach Tracen before the spell did, her wings surrounding them as a shield. She used her magic as well as enhanced strength to add in her speed. It was probably the first time, Freya had done something self sacrificing since her second awakening. Her soldiers would provide distraction, hopefully enough to stop Raven from attacking right away.
"No fair... I can't even dragon roar yet..." Tyr had to admit there was a strange sense of irony. She, the real dragon here, had not learned how to do her sky dragon roar. Then again, such things were rather destructive and she'd chosen a gentler path. That is... when she was allowed to. There were the rare times, like today, where something - especially the humans - let their passions and their prejudices get the better of them. Dragons considered themselves above such petty things, Tyr included.
Everything was happening so fast. Remarks were traded, insults, misinformation (from which end? Tyr had no idea.), and finally... there was enough magical energy to light up the city and then some were it not so focused. Razhiel let loose some sort of slayer magic - a technique that used her blood. Tyr's sensitive nose could smell it within moments. "Sorry, Razhiel," she muttered to herself, "It looks like I'm going to have to step in here. I tried, I promise."
Tyr inhaled, then exhaled. The entire world seemed to be going in slow motion - that is, except for Razhiel, who's lightning magic was about as fast as Tyr's own. No time to waste then. The aether in the air joined with Tyr's own aura. Dragon magic was natural. It was more a part of them than any human or robot could understand. In this case, it was to Tyr's advantage. There was no preparation, no true spells cast. There was only release.
In a flash, just as Razhiel (or was it the dragon energy coming from inside her?) prepared to stop the dragon slaying beam, Tyr appeared. Just as quickly, the condensed air she'd gathered in her movement exploded outward. She didn't have time to be gentle - not if she wanted to save people from getting too injured. Razhiel's blood spell dissipated and the distracted fighters would have next to no time to brace themselves. Separation was her goal, nothing more, nothing less.
"Enough fighting!" Tyr demanded, her small teenage human girl voice echo'ing throughout the building. "No one is going to kill anyone today. The next person who throws a spell or a punch goes through me." Tyr's green eyes had a surreal glow to them - her irises betraying the sheer amount of magic she was ready to bring to bear. "You're all my friends, and you're all going to stay alive while I'm around, got it? Human lives are waaaay too short to throw away so carelessly!"
Mecha Crisis' Dragon Claw spell was blocked by Raven's sword, causing it to become too heavy to be lifted. He would have to log that one. He was always a little fuzzy on how that spell actually worked and it seemed a little different each time. It might depend on the target.
The android Dragon Slayer didn't have much time to ponder that when Tracen unleashed his Shadow Dragon Roar. From his hands. An irrelevant detail as the attack was blindly fired at Raven while Crisis was still within his proximity and thus its area of effect. With little time to dodge, Mecha Crisis threw his arms up to block. "Robot Dragon's Lighthawk Wings!" A pair of energy wings folded over him, weathering the Shadow Dragon Roar attack. The force of the spell still shoved him back, cracking the shield.
Raven quickly retaliated against both Tracen and Mecha Crisis, first fire-punching the Shadow Dragon Slayer then throwing fireballs at the robot himself. The concussive force of the explosions shattered the Lighthawk Wings the rest of the way and knocking Mecha Crisis to the ground. He took his time getting back up, allowing Raven to make a big speech while unleashing a massive attack. However, the spell was interrupted by Princess Razhiel with a spell of her own and rescuing Tracen.
Now back on his feet, Mecha Crisis determined that he had a clear shot at Raven and cupped his hands together in preparation for his Robot Dragon Beam Spam attack. However, the spell fizzled as Tyr made her presence known with some kind of anti-magic spell and a friendship speech. Mecha Crisis didn't consider himself to be Tyr's (or anyone's) friend, or human for that matter, but he wasn't about to argue. Mainly because Tyr's spell was interfering with his power systems and it was difficult to concentrate. His research indicated that this was a likely point for fight to end anyway, so he repositioned himself into a more casual posture and waited to see what happened next.
Post by Tracen Tenshou on Oct 29, 2015 5:05:06 GMT
The time for holding back was over. Unfortunately Tracen wasn't expecting Raven to shrug off the shadow roar so easily. The first punch caught him completely off guard, and the rest was downhill from their. He staggered back from the first hit, only to be hit by a second, and a third. Maybe Raven's words would have offended him, if he'd had any time to concentrate past surviving. Roughly flung into the air as if he were weightless, Tracen mentally prepared for an attack. That never came. Arms gently but firmly around him. "Ra... Razhiel..." He breathed, somewhere between relieved that she had helped, and worried about how little he had damaged Raven. The single word she had spoken, Tracen thought was in reference to claiming the fight and revenge against Raven. Before the inevitable attack connected, they were blasted from the sky by a powerful wind.
Forcefully Tracen was separated from Razhiel, tumbling to the ground gracelessly. He still had enough strength to pick himself up halfway, still considerably battered from the previous attacks. The wounds were starting to ache now after the fall and time to pause. A quick mental check of his condition and Tracen knew none of his wounds were life threatening, but his skin burned and throbbed wherever he'd been hit. Tracen looked between all involved parties, seeming to weigh the odds. Fighting right now wasn't his highest priority, but he would help Razhiel or Crisis. Tyr's inteference as a passive front, perhaps was beneficial timing. Tracen was waiting to see if someone else would make the first move, but for now would comply with the dragon's peace attempt.
Everything that followed him firing the spell happened fast. The first thing that crept into his mind was doubt. Should he be trying to use magic that powerful on Tracen? Even if he already was holding back... It would seriously hurt him, possibly even leaving permanent injuries. That's when the electric chain wrapped around his arm.
"Hnng?!" His head snapped over as Razhiel entered the fray. It was her magic that was driving his arm to be numb. But that wasn't all. He was quickly bound by more chains. The electric figures piled on top of him before exploding. Raven's right arm hung uselessly at his side, but he was still standing. Though his breathing was more labored.
That is until Tyr released a blast of magic. Had he not been hurt, he probably could have held his ground. Instead he was blown off his feet. Tumbling a few feet back he lay there for a moment before rolling onto his stomach. Using his mostly good hand he pushed himself to his knees and stared up at the dragon. His will to fight drained instantly. "Tyr...!"
The second her hands felt fabric and warmth, her mind raced to the incoming attack and the likelihood of her fully blocking it. It also took part of her concentration to ensure her magic did not touch Tracen. She could not tell who was driving currently. The adrenaline had Razhiel and Freya meshed together to the point of not knowing whose feelings were who. That was when an outward pulse threw them, the pulse so forceful Tracen was pulled from her grasp. She tucked her wings, flipping over and landing on a knee and hand. Standing, she brushed off her clothes and turned to face the now separated group. Folded wings reached above her head, the tips below her knees. A brilliance that threw her face in shadow, only her eyes illuminated with the force held in check.
Violet eyes rested on the tiny human form in front of the dragon slayer. Impressive in power though stupid in decision in her opinion. But everyone has something they will defend illogically. To protect one who was destined to slay you… Freya admired the little dragon’s stubbornness. Eyes moved to focus on the figure behind Tyr. He was on his knees. She felt a certain satisfaction at his current condition. It was truly too bad that the young dragonling chose now to interfere. “Not all of us are human, nor have human life spans.” Keen eyes unwavering though she was speaking to the room.
Darkened eyes glanced at Tracen with more of an inventorial survey to ensure he was not truly injured. Head turned toward Mecha, “Mecha, it has been a pleasure. We should talk more at some future point.”
Her attention zeroed in on Raven once more though her words were for Tyr. “Little dragon be careful whose battles you fight.” She left it at that, not one for long speeches. Had she been just a little harder, a different princess or maybe a different dragon, this fight could have ended quite differently. In whose favor she was not sure as she could feel the pressure in the room increasing with the force the sky dragon was holding.
With a half smirk and an exhale of breath that could be considered a not funny laugh, she turned and walked towards the doors that led to the front of the warehouse. A flare of magic, lightning struck the wooden doors and they exploded. As Razhiel passed through the vacant doorway, her wings exploded into tiny pixels before disappearing altogether.
Outside she inhaled deeply and forcefully exhaled. There was a lot of pent up energy within her, unused potential that swam in endless current inside her.
Tyr kind of wished she'd missed the change in Razhiel. It wasn't Razhiel speaking; those were the words of a dragon, and a powerful sounding one at that. She had never detected it before now. At first, Tyr's eyes widened in surprise was she turned to watch the redheaded woman. A tiny gulp could be seen, but Tyr didn't back down from her decision. A good dragon didn't change her mind so easily. "Some battles don't need to be fought at all..." she insisted somewhat quietly, but resolutely. Tyr had power in abundance, but in no way did she see a point in using it to hurt other people.
Razhiel... or whomever she was right now... turned to leave, which Tyr took as a good sign. She glanced back and forth between Tracen and Raven, the only two that might still be a problem, based on the reaction of the other two. Even they seemed to have the worst of the fight drained from them for the moment. "Please, go. Your attitudes and hatred can only end up hurting people. I can't leave you alone until you separate." The magic was still evident in her eyes. Her eyes were like a window to the hidden dragonic energy underneath, but one didn't have to look that far. She hadn't relaxed; if anything she was more than ready for someone to attempt to surprise her or someone else. At the moment, she didn't trust them or their intentions. The cheerful child-like attitude had drained from her, and at the moment she seemed much older than she usually did.
Tyr’s anti-magic pulse definitely brought a conclusion to the confrontation in short order. Mecha Crisis took the opportunity to take stock of the situation. The shadow Dragon Slayer, Tracen, took a severe battering, now covered with contusions and burns, but was still in operational condition. Competitively, Raven may have been worse of, as the electrocution had rendered his arm inoperable. Neither could stand in the immediate aftermath of Tyr’s surge, the fight having left them for the time being.
The princess, meanwhile, was evidently affected minutely at most by the spell. She had taken cover rather than be knocked over by it, and thus recovered in an almost nonchalant manner. While the wings she currently supported fit the theme of a devil well, Mecha Crisis’s sensors indicated approximately 48.6285% of her magical power was draconic in nature. Magnificent transformation, to be sure, and equally mysterious. She had a few words to impart upon the others, expressing a desire to interact with Mecha Crisis again, before strolling out the front door. The robot would appreciate the experience, but his calculations indicated his attention would be most optimally focused here for the moment.
Tyr told the males quite firmly that they should cease hostilities and leave. Mecha Crisis was 43.4707% certain they might, but that wasn't enough for him to withdraw. Besides, he still had their stuff. He walked up to Raven, took off his sunglasses, and handed them back to him.
“I believe these are yours.”
Last Edit: Nov 6, 2015 7:34:18 GMT by Mecha Crisis
Post by Tracen Tenshou on Nov 6, 2015 23:01:59 GMT
An eerie chill fell across Tracen at Razhiel's words. Her magic had a familiar taint about it, and he was certain the dragon-like appearance it took was no coincidence. Not all of them were humnan? It sounded too much like she counted herself amongst the not human. Plus, Razhiel had always seemed to have a connection to Tyr. When they first me Tracen thought that connection had been Valland, but maybe it was more along the lines of being dragons. Not necessarily that the two were in league with each other, but were up to something. Razhiel left in a way that clearly showed off her power. Not to mention Tyr's own attack had barely phased her.
Tracen's eyes dropped to the ground, his breathing still on the heavier side. Razhiel knew that he hated dragons; that he'd basically made it his goal to get rid of those who interfered in human affairs. If she really was a dragon, then she could have been manipulating him the whole time, perhaps intending to take out her own enemies. Yet if that was really the case, why would she reveal her nature now? He wasn't completely convinced of her nature or motives yet, but the possibility of a dragon manipulating his actions was a pretty terrifying thought.
Slowly he managed to get to his feet. “.....” He thought about saying something to Tyr, that he didn't intend to fight anymore. Or maybe a parting insult to Raven, or retrieving his stolen pack from Crisis But in the end, he couldn't really think of anything that seemed worth saying. He turned from the rest of the group, knowing Tyr would prevent Raven from any kind of sneak attack.
Part of him wanted to go after Razhiel and demand answers. But the other part wasn't sure he could handle the truth right now. He needed to collect himself and be prepared for the worst case scenario. Silently he left, leaving the rest for Tyr to sort out between the others. The festival had certainly turned out to be anything but a celebration.
Raven didn't move even as the others seemed to. He was hurt, sure, but he could still move outside his arm. But he didn't want sudden movements on his part to trigger something more. Though he visibly scoffed as Razhiel warned Tyr about what battles she should choose to fight. He might not have walked away, but the dragon slayer knew he would have won the fight, even wounded as he was from Raz's surprise entrance.
What did catch his attention however... was the spell she was maintaining until she left. That was clearly dragon magic. But when he met her those years ago, she didn't carry even a hint of dragon in her scent. And Dragon magic wasn't something one just learned overnight unless they already knew dragon magic. To that extent anyway.
He tensed when Mecha Crisis approached him, but when the sunglasses came into view he merely snatched them with his good hand. He closed his eyes as he put them back on before standing up. His arm hung uselessly at his side, but that didn't stop him from grabbing up the Dragon's fang. Once it was in his sheath he turned to Tracen.
"I'm going," He said, his voice softer and calmer than it had been since their initial meeting. "I don't really care if you hate me, or Draco. Or the rest of us that are 'tainted'. I will care if you use that power of yours to hurt others in your crusade against us. More people don't need to die at the hands of people with powers like you and me."
And with that he turned to head out the opposite direction Razhiel had. He was going to leave town immediately. After tending to his wounds of course. He was in a bad mood now, and a celebration based on actions he regretted would only make him feel worse. Razhiel was his fault. Valland was his fault. And he didn't need any more reminders.
Murmured words and retreating footsteps reached her sensitive ears. The party was over. Mentally shrugging, it was not much of a party. Razhiel could be overtly serious. Freya shook her head. No one followed and it was quiet within. Pink lips parted in a mischievous smile. Her time was limited, the clock ticking. She would make the most of it and it would start with her leaving this place.
It was easy. The magic was there, in abundance, built up with no release. Although lightning was not her natural magic, as dragon, getting what she wanted done was a matter of will. Her body became lightning, a scorch mark upon the ground the only evidence of her presence as lightning struck from the ground up. A trail of light moving through the sky in sporadic movements.
