Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20161214232614/@comment-3293219-20161219224500

Agatha leapt up on a rubble pile as Tharn backed away, towards a corner, he lifted his staff up and blasted it at her, prompting the Breton to fire the Staff of Chaos' powerful rays, the head of he staff swiftly illuminated and began to glow before releasing its runaway energies, which spiralled through the air and flew to their taget.

The two beams clashed as the two mages struggled, once more, for dominance. There was nowhere for Tharn to run and the reality of the situation could not be any clearer, his desperation could be seen in every move. The two beams seemed to be fully controlled by their wielders and of equal strength, the only true test was who who was the stronger mage...

The Green beam of the Staff of Chaos slowl crept up on Tharn's white beam, it was obvious that the many strikes the group had inflicted on him were taking their toll and his resistence was receiding. Blood slowly ran out of his nose as his hand trembled, the skin around his long fingernails cracked and he could feel the nails loosening, knowing that this was surely to be the death of him, Tharn let go, the spark was cut out, sending him flying back across the ground...

Agatha stumbled forward, using the staff as a walking stick as she wrapped her blistered palms around it, panting heavily. She swallowed as pained tears whelled up in her eyes as she slowly raised her hands and saw how badly burned they were. The Breton knew that she wasn't done yet, she had to hold onto the staff... Just a little longer.

The Witch eventually raised her back and staggered through the mist, seeing that Tharn was still lay on the ground, coughing pathetically as he didn't even bother to try and get up. He knew better at this point as he watched his apprentice hobble over. He glanced up but found that the green orb on the staff had been shoved into his chest.

He looked at it before looking up, with a faint smile.

"I'm... Starting to regret not killing you, when I had the chance." The Half-Breed pointed out, giving the Breton a faint smirk, it was obvious, even to her that he was joking.

"Knowing your luck? That probably wouldn't have stopped us... Or me." Agatha murmured, with an exasperated sigh.

"The last time you killed your apprentice it didn't end well... She ended up freeing Talin, you can thank her for this, not me."

"Heh... You really don't know, do you? Or you're being annoyingly modest..." Tharn sighed as his fingers gently twitched.

"I saw you... In our futures... I saw what you become, the true embodiment of fear..." Tharn coughed, spitting blood onto his cheek.

"You... Were always the contingency plan... You... Play an... Important part..."

"Save it!" Agatha growled, jamming the staff into his chest.

"You've fucked with my head enough!"

"Please... C-Che-hear me out..." Tharn panted, with a weakened cough, gently pushing the Staff of Chaos out of his face.

"I... Know this is my end... It need not be... Yours..." Tharn whispered, gently pushing the staff aside.

"Know... The Master's Staff... Is the key..."

"The... What? The key to what!?"

"Too much... To explain... Not long enough... to do it... R-Remember that... When you see what I saw, you'll know... what to do..."

"Hmm... Must seem important to you, if you're wasting your last breath on it. Here I thought you'd give me a big monologue on how wrong I am or how wrong you are or... I dunno, I was expecting to have my ears talked off."

"Heh..." Tharn wheezed, gently lying back.

"I... Revel... In your dissapointment." He whispered, with a faint smirk, lightly chuckling as Agatha's staff charged up...

Agatha then released the staff's charge and sent a shockwave that was so powerful that it obliterated Jagar Tharn's upper body in a liquid explosion. This left only his legs, which which twitched furiously for a few moments before ceasing under a shower of blood that rained down from the sky.