Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161212045904/@comment-24530992-20161217050853

One of the 5 agents sliced at Aia, their swords made from hard steel. They also seemed to be coated in a strange substance.

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Stauntax rolled out of the way, his teeth clenched tightly together as he drew his blades. He launched himself at Morgyn, a midair leap giving him momentum to swing his blades down atop her. Unfortunately, she was very quick, as she stepped out of the way, using her staff as a form of spear, albeit not being pointed. She raised her weapon and lightning shot from above, but the man was also fast. He sidestepped, avoiding its radius. Stauntax reached out, a deep red aura surrounding his person. He then went in for another attack, brutally swinging his swords at Morgyn, all blocked. It allowed him to fire a shot from his spectral bow, however, the arrow, piercing her skin before quickly disappearing. She cursed, flinging another lightning bolt at him. It grazed his hip, giving him a mild shock as his armor had protected him from most of the damage dealt. He used a teleport strike to return to a close quarters position.

The siblings were deadlocked in battle. Neither of them seemed anywhere close to backing away, with the brother delivering savage blows whilst having to roll out of the range of the sister's magic. She was an extremely adept mage, utilizing many unknown techniques. Stauntax had rolled to her side, slicing her leg. Morgyn growled and jabbed the end of her staff backwards at an angle, catching him in the throat. He let out a gasp, lucky it didn't hit his adam's apple. He jumped back up onto his feet and she fired a firebolt this time, the flame landing on his left shoulder. The burn caused him to grit his teeth, and he retaliated using a cripple, increasing his speed while he tried to recover from the burn. He stepped around Morgyn and jabbed at her shoulder this time. She jerked it away and kicked her brother in the stomach to distance herself. Stauntax stumbled backwards before briefly disappearing. She used the break to begin to brew a more devastating spell, closing her eyes as she pulled magic from the world surrounding her. Once finished, she cast a spell, a storm of fire, lightning and ice falling from the sky, forcing Stauntax to come out from hiding. He rolled out of the way of the various elements, but one misstep caused an ice spike to graze his ankle. He cursed himself before withdrawing away from the storm.

“Oh, what’s wrong, Staun? Is a little magic going to put you off?” Morgyn taunted, planting her staff firmly beside her as the man was waiting for the storm to wear off.

“Shut the hell up,” he grumbled, glancing down at his foot. It was bleeding, though not severely. He could make do with the injury, but not as effectively as before.

“I thought mother had taught you better. She always praised how fast you were learning, how adept you were. Father was a bit tougher on me than Marciella was on you, though....” She said, her tone overflowing with false lament. “He would never compliment me. He just silently shook his head in approval or disapproval. You couldn’t tell the difference between the two, though. That’s likely why I’m not as soft as you, or as unskilled. I’m surprised you haven’t managed to at least make me bleed more than my shoulder.”

Stauntax felt his welled up hatred begin to spill from him. His hotheaded nature was quick to act in situations of this kind.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Is that why you killed our mother? It was senseless! You killed our mother for absolutely no reason but pettiness and your hunger for power. I guess I can apologize for being a much better child than you’ve ever been, you stuck up, wretched, snotty bitch!” He shouted, unleashing a flurry of attacks, coupled with a surprise attack to whittle her health even more. She was taken aback by the sudden burst of energy her brother had to offer, having a hard time fending it off. She had taken multiple hits, which had also fueled her short fuse. If it was anything she had received from her mother, it was her patience. That was, until someone dared to directly challenge her. She retaliated by charging her staff, releasing a bolt of lightning that had struck him in the chest while waiting for a better opportunity to strike. He was knocked onto his back, thus knocking the air out of him.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Oh, come on, get up! You are pathetic!” She snapped, walking towards her fallen brother. By the time she had reached him, he was invisible. He appeared above her and brought two spectral blades on top of her, forcing her onto her knees, stunning her. He delivered a brutal kick to her ribcage, making her stumble over letting out a wheeze. Just as he was going to stab her, she disappeared into mist, reforming near the back, holding her side. The two then clashed again, her kicks now becoming slower, as well as her reactions. Stauntax had managed to punch her gut, her slow reactions now becoming more apparent.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“F-Fuck you!” She hissed through her tightened jaw. She gripped her stave and aimed it at him, releasing a surge of energy that had shoved him into a wall. Stauntax’s head jerked back and collided with the wall, disorienting him for a moment before he disappeared once more. Morgyn frantically searched the area, then suddenly feeling an arm wrap around her neck. It was her brother’s forearm and bicep pressing against her windpipe, constricting her breathing greatly. She had dropped her staff and began to pry at his arm to get him to move. She was nowhere near him when comparing their strength, but she had one more trick up her sleeve. The tip of a cold blade had begun to press into her temple when she released a surge of magic from her fingertips, freezing the male sibling in place. She slipped from his grasp, gasping for air before rising to her feet. She pulled both of his blades from his paralyzed hands, then limping behind him. Before anything, she very quickly coated the two blades in the aforementioned strange substance. She eyed the two masterfully crafted swords before shoving them both straight through his back. She released the blades, seeing the tips protrude through the other side of his body, blood caking the tip. She grimaced, then limping to the templar.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Heal me and then order the other agents to raze this city. Leave absolutely nothing standing, you hear?” She demanded.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The boy looked at her, terrified, before hesitantly nodding. “Y-Yes, ma’am,” he stuttered, placing his hands on Morgyn. Magicka had quickly found her wounds, healing most of her damage. Once done, he turned and began to march, his hands shaking as he pulled his greatsword on an innocent, halving them before they could even break into a sprint. The templar boy looked back at the fallen Breton. He wanted to help, but he had his orders. He couldn't disobey. He put his thumb and index finger to his lips and blew, signaling for the reinforcements to come in. More agents flooded in upon a whistle, their armor shining rather brightly as they fell in over the walls, starting to wreak havoc amongst the city. Morgyn smiled in approval, calling a flame storm from above to light buildings on fire, then walking away from the battle ground.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"> Stauntax felt the paralysis wear off and he fell onto his back, letting out a shortened gasp. The two now red blades had stuck from his torso like a monument. He was in complete shock, unable to move himself despite Morgyn’s spell dissipating. Blood began to spill from the corners of his mouth as he began to lose consciousness, the coating on the blades seemingly speeding up his loss of blood. The last thing he saw were the two objects protruding from him, and the firey sky above. His eyes rolled back, and there was nothing.