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Date Posted: 10:47:15 01/16/03 Thu
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Nemesis
's message, "useless.......or not?" on 15:27:35 01/13/03 Mon
The mournful song began then…the sweet notes drifting across the nothingness, piercing the magically induced silence with a surety that was beguiling. The soulful dirge was only matched by the expertise with which the sound was played, the flute speaking images and thoughts of an age past…an age destroyed. Mournful….beautiful…and coming from nowhere.
The taste of pain had been sweet in the air; its tangy scent driving up his nostrils with every breath that was taken…it was this pain that had drawn him to play…that had caused the sounds to come forth from the flute. It had stirred the images of Icewind…a time when he too had felt such pain…a burning, agonizing fury that had changed his perception of reality…had changed his soul. And yet, the flute played on…the mournful tune continuous in its simple grace and power…the scourge of Icewind.
He appeared then, seated comfortably on the floor, legs crossed, long locks of onyx touching his shoulders…pale face bathed in shadows, covered in darkness. Slowly, eyes opened…the eclipsing of reality from the music being cast aside as lids slid open slowly…ever so slowly. Crimson….eyes of blood glanced upwards from his seated position. Slowly once again the flute was moved from his lips, arms sliding away from his face with a race that begot his predatory nature. The cloak of pure onyx satin pooled around his form…his clothing taking on the same color, silken gloss seeming to pull in the light rather than reflect it.
He spoke then, voice cool, soft… “Greetings…I assume you are the one known as Nemesis…” There was no awe…no fear, only a tangible boredom….actually he was quite unimpressed.
The Crystal Dragon had been shocked when the music had started, eyes peering through the darkness trying to decipher where it had come from unsuccessfully. When the figure had appeared…she could only stand in shock. It was Enzeru; there was no mistaking it…the coldness radiating from him, the simple lethality that was embodied within him being enough to confirm his identity. Though, now there was the question…why had she feared this one? He really wasn’t so impressive… “You are truly a fool to come here Enzeru…you walk into a Crystal Dragons lair…alone?”
“Fool? Am I the one that sent an easily traceable emissary to a potential enemy’s lair? And then DEMAND them to join a fruitless and pointless war? Surely you jest…I am not the foolish one…it would seem you are. Then again, what can I expect from an overgrown lizard that has grown too large for its britches…”
Rage. The dragon had fallen in to a rage that was beyond what was normal….It struck out, its speed dizzying…god-like, slamming into Enzeru full force. She felt his body soften under the blow as it was flung backwards and into a wall. The entire area shook with the impact, cracks forming along the rocky surface…He went limp…body hanging onto the wall simply because he was indented within it…now…that was pathetic… truly he was foolish…to challenge a Kindred? A God-child. Fool…
Then, she felt the bright shock of pain…the warm flow of blood dripping from her foreclaw…..an entire claw had been severed, clean off and she had not even felt it until now. Bewilderment took her features as she looked at the fore-claw, shock suddenly registering..how?
“Yeah…I was right…you hit like a pussy licking bitch….” Crimson eyes drifted open again, and a smirk slid onto decidedly handsome features. He pulled himself from the wall, dusting himself off before drawing the already blood-stained sword at his side…Battoujutsu…the art of quick draw. She hadn’t seen it but when she had lashed out…he had as well, blade severing a finger and being returned to its sheathe so fast that it looked as if it hadn’t moved at all. “I’ll give you praise that you actually hit me…but your skill as a fighter appalls me…and with that…I believe I’ll let you die now…”
She smirked. riiight…die by this guy’s hand….please… Her jaws opened slightly, eyes beginning to glow. Claws of Desolation…that would surely destroy this idiot. Slowly he r wings fanned out, power suddenly being drawn in…a low whine filling the air. The very air shimmered around her as she drew herself up…preparing what was to be Enzeru’s killing blow.
Unfortunately, that blow never came. He faded from existence, body actually remaining to stand there a few moments longer, before fully dissipating. I shall not fear…fear is the mind killer. When the wave of trial passes…fear will be destroyed, and I shall stand alone… Kagerojutsu. The Mursame danced in the air, rapidly striking out at a speed that was unleashed for the first time before this being. Faster than the battoujutsu…and much more lethal. The technique focused its force on the 5 parts of the body. Head, shoulders, torso, groin and thighs….the variance of speed in the attack caused the attacker to hit with blinding accuracy and extreme speed all of the places at once. Blood spurted from numerous wounds that seemed to materialize at once on the dragons hide, the blade finding the tender spot behind/beneath the scales. death comes to all…
His motion stopped instantly, the Kagerojutsu, being accomplished, and yet it wasn’t over. Twirling the blade in his hand, he once again vanished into the speed that was inherent only to him, and the Darkwind. Kumori-aku-ryu. Right hand gripped the blade tightly, bladed edge facing the ground. Knees bent, powerful muscles tensing quickly before springing into action. He rose at a blinding pace, right arm slashing repeatedly and quickly, even as he spun upwards slowly. It was a dance…a dance of blades… the weapon leacing hot slashses of agony all along the dragons sinuous throat as one revolution completed itself. Both hands gripped the blade then, holding it upright in extended arms above his head. Bat-wings snapped open, light glinting from their black metallic surface. He smirked slightly, his movements coming out as in slow motion. The sword was brought down as wings snapped forward…slashes of pure darkness accelerating and moving at the speed that he previously had been using. 15 arcs pf darkness slammed into the dragon, each one leaving a deep gash wherever they hit…
“die now….” Enzeru landed, furling his wings and sheathing his weapon, the entire 3 combo attack taking less than 3 seconds. Nemesis fell to her knees in agony, thoughts ragged. She wasn’t supposed to feel this….had father forsaken her? Was she to die here? The thought was lost to her, as she felt 20 hands touch her bruised and battered hide. Panic seized her…where had they come from?! That was the last thought she ever felt…her body crumbling to ash….
Enzeru smirked, panting at the exertion. It had been a while since he had done those three particular techniques in rapid succession, and they were taking a toll, even on his body. Slowly….he looked up, unseen tendrils of soul energy tearing at Nemesis’ remaining essence…feeding. Eyes slowly faded back to an icy blue, leaving their eerie crimson behind again….
“free the damned elves…and get them out of my sight…” looking at Immara his eyes flashed, cold uncaring bleeding from them. “Don’t think I came here to save you….I just hate being manipulated….the next time I see you in my territory…I will not be so lenient.”
Slowly he turned and walked away…black cloak rustling. A smile came to his lips as he felt Karina’s signal and thoughts. He had more interesting things to do now…
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