Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141027213346/@comment-29458028-20141030084941

Maximus Vile wrote: "Oh that face is pretty alright," Tavion said flying away from her grip as bats. he reformed a meter away and using his new found ability absorbed Syralys' life and converted it into a wave of blood magic. "Die you beautiful wench!" Tavion said, burying  her beneath a constant pulse of red. "You cannot kill me as a common vampire! No!" shouted Syralys. Truth to be told, she was tiring out, because of the amount of souls she had devoured earlier. She was now at her weakest point (very, very weak, she used much of her power to assimilate the souls).

"Shadows take me, you win for now" said Syralys, as her wings and tail dissipated. She collapsed on the floor, not because her magicka was spent, but because she lost the will to fight.

(These tactics don't work on Raydin)