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Jul 10, 2008 13:30:06 GMT -5
Post by irritus on Jul 10, 2008 13:30:06 GMT -5
Irritus caught the feeling of a cut ring through his scythe before he'd landed and he was enthralled. Irritus had reverted to his times in the darkness of the labyrinth he was kept in. His body was shivering with need, and the dark magic of his cursed scythe only fueled it further. His opponent was silent, and it was annoying him. Irritus held an emotionless expression waiting, listening, all as any beast in search of prey. the sound of a voice caught his ear and he wanted to attack. Irritus kept still for the moment in case his opponent was waiting for chance to trap him. The staff of the long scythe sung to him, begging for more blood. Irritus knew that his own blood could not satisfy the need, and a bit more would be needed. His eyes could not guide him in the day, but his ears worked very well. Without warning however he felt the effect of the disarming spell, but was barely pushed forward. His resistance to magic was enough that he wasn't too much affected when he was this far gone. He was normally pretty well defended but he still slipped forward a step and fumbled his grip on his scythe. It was lucky he was used to much worse, and he rounded on his opponent quickly. Hearing the spell cast from below he brought up the blade of his scythe to stop the spell and luckily did so fast enough to bounce the spell away.The blade was pulled around him, using his right shoulder he pulled the blade around viciously with his left hand. The staff would strike before the blade passed by and he hoped to land the blow on the boys shoulder. Either way the weapon came hurtling down as he turned. The spell he'd knocked away wore down a bit of his energy as he'd hit it, the Blade of Carmen screamed it's song of annoyance in his mind and he knew taking hit's like that too often may cause him trouble. After the blade came down he pressed the blade-less end of the staff against the stair and thrust it quickly to help him change his direction. He was now rocketing off down the stairs hopefully soon enough after he attack that he had startled the first boy into not attacking his back. Irritus leaped against a wall as he reached what he considered the middle of the stair and spun, doing a 360 turn. His action was to make it so his next spell could reach both ends of the stair. He wasn't going to waste energy on arrows if he didn't know their effectiveness. As he spun the song of Carmen became audible to his two foe's as well. It was a soothing and elusive song that captivated the listener. It was a tune of possession and it could bend the wills of weaker men. Electo Letem Tellem His voice was clear and it rattled along as if to drift on the wind. The sound of his casting voice seemed more wicked then his spells alone. He was running out of spells to use, he only had seven such spells in his arsenal and this was his third. This was the same as the arrow spell he'd used before except that he fired a volley of twenty spears instead. Ten shot off in the two directions of his opponents. The spears were the same as the ones that came from the ground, but they now carried an electric charge to further paralyze his victim. The spears also tended to bounce off of solid walls and pass through flesh only. When they passed through a body they would vanish, but they didn't stop until then. Near all of the offensive spells Irritus learned in the dark dungeons of his youth were to stop or paralyze an enemy. If the opponent could not move, then he could harvest the blood freely. Irritus hoped his spell would at least even the odds that seemed to be stacking against him.
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Jul 10, 2008 15:26:10 GMT -5
Post by 00wazzy on Jul 10, 2008 15:26:10 GMT -5
The Expelliarmus hit, that meant success. But it seemed like it didn't do much to the opponent. But, to Blake's dismay, even though predicted, the spell he had casts was deflected. For some reason, he had the feeling it did more than what it appeared. This put a smile on Blake's face for some reason, but he was caught off guard when the opponent started charging down the stairs. It took a moment for him to realize that he could have casted a spell at him while running, but that wasn't what bothered him. It was the singing that came from the scythe. What was that about? It distracted him from the spell that was just used. 10 spears of energy were flying at him, and he had no time to counter.
He tried to dodge, but two spears hit his left arm. Suddenly it went numb and he felt it go limp. It seemed as though the spell was trying to paralyze him. Another spear hit his right leg, but it didn't seem to do as much. He figured the protection charms he cast out slowed them down and wore them down. He managed to dodge the rest, and both shields dissipated. "What was that?" he asked under his breath.
He limped to the side wall to hold him up and he closed his eyes. He needed something to send out, but he could just block them. A realization came to him. The spears were not blocked by his shields, so maybe they won't be deflected by the Scythe. He held up his wand and shouted, "Prior Incanto!" This was a good plan, but he didn't do it as efficiently as the scythe-wielder. Five spears were sent from his wand, slow but still with enough energy to pack a punch. Without a moment of hesitation, he cast another spell.
"Impedimenta!" This spell would stop him from moving by several means, which one could not predict. It could trip, freeze, bind, or even blow back the target. And the target was the scythe-wielder. "Introductions, Aiden?" he requested.
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Jul 11, 2008 1:36:42 GMT -5
Post by aidenchristian on Jul 11, 2008 1:36:42 GMT -5
Aiden’s heart began to pound as he watched his opponent deflect the spell from below with the edge of his blade. He looked over the edge of the stair case at the boy. He wished for the life of him that he could just apparate him away, for his own good. Aiden, a boy experienced for his years, was seening magic that he had only read about, let alone a fourth year. He knew that there was no way the boy knew what he was dealing with. Aiden didn’t know what he was dealing with. With one last look at the boy, fear struck him. He turned back to Irritus now determined to end this before someone got seriously injured.
Aiden’s heart pounded in his throat as he saw the vicious predator before him select a new prey. He moved quickly after Irritus stopping a ways away from him as he stopped, undoubtedly to cast another spell. His words rang through the air, and again Aiden saw the black material flying towards him, this time in the shape of spears. He looked down at his sword, apparently impervious to such magic. The volley approached quickly and with much force. He dodged a few spears, and the ones he could not dodge he deflected with his sword. But these were unlike the arrows he had experienced before. He turned to watch the spears repel off the walls and head back to him. Normal magic wouldn’t stop these, and Aiden knew it. He shut his eyes, and with every good feeling he could muster screamed,
No Lumen Diei
Brilliant white light shot from his wand creating a shield that filled the stairs, rail to wall. The spears struck the shield, unleashed their deadly current, and dissipated before his eyes. The light flowed back into Aiden’s wand. He lost his breath as the spell completely disappeared. He fell to his knees, powerless and vulnerable. Casting light magic of that sort took a lot of energy, especially against dark magic of that caliber. He back to his foe, and unable to move, Aiden kneeled there, eyes closed and listening.
He wasn’t sure where it came from, or why it did, but Aiden’s eyes shot open. They burned with passion and energy. His mind for the first time in ages was truly clear. He raised his hand to his, to rub the pain away, and as he did he noticed the faintest of green glows upon his hand. He closed his eyes and lowered his head. Again he felt a surge of energy. Slowly, he rose to his feet, head and eyes remaining as they were. From over the railing he heard the boy call to him. In one agile move, he cart wheeled over the railing, landing gracefully next to his apparent comrade. “I am Aiden, that is Irritus, and you are a bloody fool. Introductions over,” he said to the boy in a smooth, cool, emotionless tone, eyes locked on the spears moving towards Irritus. His cover blown, he could only imagine what darkness he would be barraged with next.
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Jul 11, 2008 3:16:36 GMT -5
Post by irritus on Jul 11, 2008 3:16:36 GMT -5
Irritus landed and again took a crouching stance that readied him to pounce. This time he held the blade to his right side and licked his lips as he heard the sound of the spears bouncing off of a blade. On one side of the stair he heard the swish of Aidens blade and the other he heard the sound of a faltering boy. It was clear who his victim would be, only Irritus waited as not to be unsure of his other adversary. Thus far he had been nearly matched by the boy known as Aiden, and he did not want to allow himself to be destroyed. Irritus felt the savage need to pelt down the stair, but his awareness held him until he heard the sound of a spell from above. Aiden had likely stopped all the spears and now Irritus was patient. The time spent waiting was only a second or two but it was enough to be a waste. The sound of Aiden falling to his knees was the first dull thud he'd heard for a while and he was pleased. With that the predator started down the stairs, but the sound of another thing made him displeased. The spell cast was not very pleasing, it seemed that Aiden wanted to hit him with his own spell. He heard Aiden speak and leaped off the side of the railing to drop over them. He had heard voices and casting and there was little chance he was wrong. Then he was caught by a single spear that passed through his thigh. He paid it little mind for the moment as he was in the air. The impeding spell hit him square in the chest and was barely able to slow his descent, as Irritus had a resistance to these things. With a strong sweep of his blade that he rotated once to make full he spoke a spell he'd rather not use. The spell was cast before he landed in the air, out of physical reach of the boys. "Avaracavus" As the sound of his voice and the song of Carmen rattled through the air, invading and elusive the spell was cast. Irritus had no way to do wordless or wandless magic, but the spells he cast made up for it slightly. From the blade a small black orb was shot forward and stopped in the air about three feet from the pair. It seemed to hover harmlessly, but it was an obvious evil. Irritus did nothing else afterward and rotated once more, sweeping his scythe across as he landed in an attempt to cut at the chest of the now introduced victims. He brought the blade across in a hooking loop and followed it with a back-flip kick to hopefully avoid to harsh a retaliation. He seemed unworried about the orb that hung only feet above them as he continued his assault. The orb was in no way a harmless thing, but a trap. If someone cast a spell or swung at it then it would attack with tendrils of the same material as the arrows and spears. The orb would chase and attack the one who activates it until they dispel it, destroy it, or can no longer move.
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Jul 11, 2008 11:03:04 GMT -5
Post by 00wazzy on Jul 11, 2008 11:03:04 GMT -5
The impact by the spear was seen, but it looked as if nothing happened at all. He must have grown up a tolerance for his own spells. What kind of freak was this? Aiden then jumped down from the stairs and seemed to be full of energy and said “I am Aiden, that is Irritus, and you are a bloody fool. Introductions over.” "I'm a bloody fool alright. A bloody fool who is helping you," he replied with a smile.
He watched as Irritus started doing all of the unnecessary fancy things. "Show off," Blake said under his breath and watched as an orb was released from his scythe. He expected it to blow up or something, but it just hung there like an ominous eye. "Aiden, whatever you do, don't touch or attack that thing," Blake said while looking at the sphere in the air.
Turning his head, he was surprised to see a scythe swinging his way. He jumped back from the scythe, which caught the front of his shirt, causing a cut. That was a close one. Too close. His breath was held and he let it all out as Irritus did a back flip to avoid any counters. "Again, show off," Blake said and pointed his wand and Irritus. "Tarantellegra!" he shouted, smiling a joking smile. The spell that would cause the victim to dance uncontrollably. He liked this spell. Then, silently, he cast 'Reducto' at Irritus to blow him away, which would cause a hole to occur in the wall that would blast rubble into his back.
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Jul 12, 2008 17:10:19 GMT -5
Post by aidenchristian on Jul 12, 2008 17:10:19 GMT -5
Aiden watched motionlessly as Irritus went through his routine. His elegant movements were impressive and slightly unnerving. With a blink of the eye, Irritus’ scythe was flying past his chest. He took a step back, missing the blade. Aiden whole body was in defense mode, his senses were heightened, his mind clear and his demeanor cool and calm.
As Irritus finished his flourish, Aiden saw the dark black matter flow from his aversary’s scythe. The dark mass rushed forward and stopped near to him and Blake. Blake’s words rang through his head. He knew he shouldn’t touch it. But he knew that Blake didn’t know the magic to defeat it. He wasn’t sure that he knew the type of magic needed to defeat it. He looked towards Blake, casting fervently, and back to the orb. He took a deep breath, turned to Blake and said,“Keep casting. Think stronger and protection. I’ll be back.” ’Hopefully,’ he added in his head.
He looked towards the railing above him, it was a ways up but not unreachable. He took a few steps back, ran towards the rail nearest him. He put his foot on the rail, and using the momentum from the run, propelled himself up, gripping the rail and pulling himself up. He looked over the side of the stairs and took another deep breath. He wasn’t sure what would happen exactly, but the rest of Irritus’ spells had been target spells, they were determined to hit a specific person. He hoped he was right. He pointed his wand hesitantly at the orb. Bright red sparks flew from the end of his wand towards the orb. He pushed himself away from rail and prepared himself.
The orb found its way over the rail, tendrils flying about. Aiden reached for his sword which he had dropped on his way over the rail. He swung at the tendrils which bounced off. Though this would hold it back it wouldn’t stop the orb. His heart began to pound as the orb got closer to hitting and more vicious with each strike. ‘White magic, white magic, white magic,’ He kept telling himself as he frantically tried to think of a spell. “In…scid…” Aiden did a flip back to give him room. He threw his sword and wand to the side and spread his arms as far as they would go.
Scindo Creperum
Again his voice rang through air. With as much power as he could muster, he closed his hands, slamming them together, at arm’s length in front of him. A blinding white light sprung from the top and bottom of his hands. The beams began to spin, like a saw blade, creating a vertical spinning disk of light. It shot from his hands with such intensity it knocked Aiden off of his feet. The light flew through the orb splitting it in half. The orb disintegrated. The force of the spell had knocked Aiden into the stairs. This time, he had no control. He couldn’t stop himself from falling down the stairs. He rolled painfully down the stairs until he hit the rail of the landing below. He laid there motionless, unarmed, and unable to fight back.
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Jul 12, 2008 18:00:17 GMT -5
Post by irritus on Jul 12, 2008 18:00:17 GMT -5
Irritus felt nothing but cloth being sliced by the vibration of his scythe. With every swing, Carmen sung to him, and with every cut she called to him. He was aware of his damage done easily, and he wanted to end this quickly. When he landed he returned momentarily to the crouched stance he'd taken before. He seemed to do best from a squatted crouch when his predatory senses took hold. His mind was on his hunt and nothing more, even if his movements were flashy they were for his protection. He was unable to see, and as such he needed to guard his weak points. As a scythe wielder it was dangerous to allow anyone to encroach on his range of attack. The staff to the blade was long, anyone within three feet would be dangerous to him, even if they would be in great danger themselves. His orb stood awaiting an assault as he heard the casting of a spell. Without pause he leaped into a barrel roll with his scythe flashing out along side him. The maneuver lessened him as a target and allowed him to dodge the dancing jinx. It was a spell that basically called for hindrance, but Irritus was unsure if he would be stopped by it or not. The spell he hadn't heard or prepared for was the reductor curse. His barrel roll slowed and Irritus was had a leg out to land, the leg that had been hit by the spear. He landed without thinking and as his leg was about to buckle he was struck with the unheard curse and his spinning speed doubled and he was knocked into the air. Irritus flipped back from the curse that had struck his left shoulder and collided with the rail. His solid frame made a dull clank and he then fell to the floor just as roughly. The hit was a good one and Irritus had knocked a tooth loose from the collision with the rail. The thing about him was that he was very much used to pain far worse. Irritus rose without hesitation and grinned gleefully as he heard the falling body of his now fallen opponent. There was only one left, and it was not a good thing to be left alone with a beast. Irritus had reason to worry however, as he was running out of energy. The cursed scythe had been released without feeding for too long and his control was wearing thin. Controlling the urges enough to only feel animalistic was difficult, and Irritus needed the blood before the blade became the master. Irritus stood and prepared to fight again, it took him only a moment to regain his composure. his mouth was bleeding and the taste of blood was exciting him. "I'll show you showing off boy. A spell none but the master of The Blade of Carmen can cast. You wish to see it don't you?" Irritus needed to convince this boy to talk to him, and it was not only to make it easy to locate him but also to make him understand his hopelessness. Irritus was an animal and he wanted this stranger to be afraid. Irritus had no grudge and no hatred, but he wanted blood, and this one would bleed for him. He had stood after the curse and seemed to be unhurt. It was likely that the person could figure that Irritus was hurt at least a little, but Irritus showed no weakness. His right thigh was stiff and his left shoulder had a torn and twisted muscle. The pain was in no way as light as would be desired, but it only excited Irritus. He held the scythe in his right hand with the blade over his head and the end of the staff on the stair. He lifted it a few inches and slammed it to the stone once. "Carmen Tego Tectum" The sound of the blade hitting the stone echoed in a strange way. As with much of what Irritus did so far it had the effect of invading ones thoughts and stirring fear. His swift and flashy motions and his edgy predatory action was all a form of intimidation that went with his attacks. Irritus' way of fighting was an intimidating one, and the spells posed the same threat. As his creeping voice an the echoing tap polluted the air a black haze fell over Irritus making night fall around the scythe. The spell cast was one that summoned an artificial night around the caster. The night spread in all direction roughly 3 meters and made the sun leave the area. The spell was ideal for escape and for cloaking, but for Irritus, it was a way to see. Irritus remained still and the darkness stayed still with him, he removed his sash and laughed. His voice leaking out of the darkness and he saw his opponent now. He saw them both, and it was a nice thing he could, he no longer had that disadvantage. His body and energy wouldn't hold for much longer, he needed to have his sight. He swung the scythe in front of him with only his left hand and the mass of night moved with it as he cast another spell. "Surculus Letem Tellemis Maxmos" The spell was long but quickly spoken and in an almost chanted voice. The spell was the same spell he'd used first against Aiden, it summoned deathly projectiles. This time however he modified the incantation to summon a pelting hail of small bolts instead of arrows. There were near one hundred of them and this was the last of Irritus' magical energy for the moment. He wouldn't be able to cast another spell today, but he could still fight. The bolts were invisible under the cloak of the false night, but erupted out of the veil aimed at his adversary. If the boy was close enough to remain in the shadow of night he would have a tougher time avoiding the bolts. Though, with the multitude it was unlikely he would avoid them all anyway.
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Jul 12, 2008 22:27:34 GMT -5
Post by 00wazzy on Jul 12, 2008 22:27:34 GMT -5
“Keep casting. Think stronger and protection. I’ll be back.” These were Aiden's words to him, and he suddenly felt like he was trusted against the demon Irritus. "Please. I don't think I can hold him off any longer. He is a tough one," he pleaded, and watched as Aiden ran off, activating the ball and getting rid of it with a strong white magic spell. He didn't think they were taught that in school. But later the scene unraveled into Aiden's fall, and that meant only Blake was against Irritus.
He was glad that the spells had hit him, but he knew it wouldn't be enough to get rid of him. "Stronger and Protection," he repeated aloud, pointing his wand to Irritus. "I'll show you showing off boy. A spell none but the master of The Blade of Carmen can cast. You wish to see it don't you?" Irritus questioned, and Blake smiled. "Dazzle me," he said in almost a command, and closed his eyes, finding the energy within him. He opened them again, and suddenly it seemed like nighttime, and Irritus finally leveled the playing field. After canting another spell, he didn't see anything at first. But he knew something was out there.
"EXPECTO," he began, knowing that Irritus only did this spell to get rid of bright light, "PATRONUM!" Suddenly, light erupted from the tip of his wand and a white and shimmering Eagle that flew around the room, casting bright light throughout the area. Figuring something special and heroic needed to be said, he pointed to Irritus and was about to say "Let's shed light on this pawn of darkness," but didn't get enough time when hundreds of dark bolts were coming his way. Off the top of his head, he yelled "Avis!" sprouting hundreds of birds from his wand. It completely covered over him, and each bolt hit a bird and disappeared. "Why am I so good with birds?" he asked himself, referring to his ability to make a full-body eagle patronus and the avis spell. As most birds were stunned and killed by the bolts, even though a few survived, he noticed the evil look upon Irritus.
"Time to stop," he said, and cast a silent Incarcerous, sending out ropes, to tie up the demon with. Hopefully this would keep him still enough for Aiden to be brought back. Blake had no idea what to do after he caught Irritus. He pointed his wand, knowing that he needed some help, and said, "Rennervate," the spell that would wake someone up from unconsciousness.
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Jul 12, 2008 23:54:05 GMT -5
Post by irritus on Jul 12, 2008 23:54:05 GMT -5
Irritus was not surprised to think the boy would try to light the night, but he had not been expecting a potronus. It was fitting that his opponent use a lantern to light his night, as well as bothersome. In any case it did not cancel his spell, only make it able for the boy to see as well as Irritus. The night was still intact around the scythe and would remain until no longer needed. the eagle the boy created would soon enough dispel itself, or be cut down. Irritus was pleased to see that his opponent was no fool, instead of dodging or summoning shields the boy summoned birds. Irritus watched as his many bolts slayed his little birds and sent them sprawling to their deaths. It was a pleasant shock to see that a person other then him would so easily take the life of another creature to save his own.
The words that the fool had began to spout were hypocrisy in the fullest. to shed light on a pawn of darkness the opponent had to be both dark and a pawn. Irritus currently had no master, nor was he an evil individual, he was merely in need of blood before he was consumed by his own need. The remaining birds flew away and Irritus watched his opponent interested in his next move. He was curious as to how his opponent would react to fighting alone. Not only that, but Irritus was focused with his consuming black eyes on only his adversary. His body was slowly beginning to feel normal, aside from the busted up shoulder nothing was wrong, and his thigh was fine. It only took a moment for the spell of bolts to be put down and another spell to come his way. This spell was a foolish one however, the boy summoned ropes.
Irritus saw this foolish spell as a weakness in the new guy's defense and rushed forward. A single sweep of his scythe cut the ropes into shreds and he spun around to follow it through. A single spin after slicing away the ropes and Irritus was in the air and coming down on the caster of the spell. He hadn't given him enough time to do whatever he seemed to be doing in the belief that he was captive. Irritus was not one to be caught, as no animal is a friend of being bound and chained. Irritus flipped forward twice, his body doing full front flips and the wicked blade slashing at his opponent under cover of darkness. Irritus was aiming now with accuracy he hadn't had while blinded. His scythe was aimed at the persons collarbones.
On his third time around Irritus landed and allowed the blade to slam on the stairs. The full length of the staff out and anything under the blade was undoubtedly cleaved. The stair was sliced as a result of the crashing strike and Irritus pulled the blade in quickly to await his opponents reaction. If there had been enough blood Irritus would be nearly satisfied. he wasn't so worried about his opponent's partner as there was little chance of him awakening from depleted energy so easily.
"Your idea of shedding light is to summon defenseless little ctreature to die in your stead?"
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Jul 13, 2008 13:49:18 GMT -5
Post by aidenchristian on Jul 13, 2008 13:49:18 GMT -5
Aiden laid there listening to the fight at hand. He was exhausted, bearly having enough energy to breath let alone fight again. His hope now rested in the hands of this boy who fought by his side. This hope kept only by the fact that he could feel the sun warming his skin, and while the sun was out, Irritus was at a disadvantage.
As he lay there his stomach formed a knot, his heart, having just barely enough energy to do so, beat out of control as the sun was removed from his skin. The cold of the darkness hit his skin like a bat to a ball. He could hear his opponent, now Blake’s opponent, laugh. His viciousness and how there could be this type of person at Hogwarts, the safe haven for magical students for years before and after the wars, sickened him. His hope was waning, and he wasn’t sure if he would get back up.
But there was a small light, metaphorically and literally, Its warmth just barely felt. He wanted to smile, he wanted to say, “Good thinking!” or “You got him!” but he hadn’t the strength nor the true belief that that was true. With out warning Aiden was hit with a burst of energy, not enough to bring him to his feet, but enough for him to think, to help. His body was weak, and he had no wand or sword, but his mind was clear. He opened his eyes in time to see Irritus’s attack, smashing even the stairs with his power. Aiden was unsure if Blake was hurt, but if Blake was to defeat Irritus, he needed time. Aiden, with barely enough energy to keep him conscious, raised his hand, pointed at a rock from the last attack, it lifted from the ground and with a flick of Aiden’s hand, flew towards the back of Irritus’ head. Aiden’s hand went limp, and hit the ground. He may have run his energy near to death, but he wasn’t about to allow a boy to be killed for someone’s blood lust. As his eyes closed again, he hoped it was enough.
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Jul 13, 2008 21:24:57 GMT -5
Post by 00wazzy on Jul 13, 2008 21:24:57 GMT -5
The birds fell, and the ropes failed. But it seemed like Irritus wanted to attack, which was expected. What wasn't expected was the speed and accuracy, seeing as how he wasn't use to this.
Blake put up his left arm, which was recovering from being numb and stepped back a bit so the full blow wouldn't be taken. The blade sliced his arm, a deep inch cut, and blood started dripping out. It was painful, but not as much as he would if full feeling was there. He cringed and sprawled back, and looked at his wand. It was one for pure of heart, and sacrificing birds would not contribute to that. It was a good thing they weren't sacrificed completely. "Anim Evanes," he chanted, pointing his wand at the birds. The Reawakening charm, one that would bring back recent lives lost. A shroud of spiraling blue and white covered the birds, and they awoke with a bunch of chattering, and then flew out of sight. He wouldn't allow them to die.
"No, my idea of shedding light is to dispel darkness," he said. He walked forward, feeling the pain from his wound work up his arm. He wouldn't be able to go on farther. "Fulgaro Bomus," he said in an emotionless tone. Nothing happened at first, which worried Blake as he closed his eyes, but then, like in response to the closed eyes, a bright flash as bright as lighting erupted from the end of his wand, as fast as lightning too. It brightened the area to high intensities, and would blind someone who was looking at it.
He opened his eyes, not really caring to see what happened as a new thought came to his head. What if he went after Aiden? That wouldn't be good, Blake may not have been able to defend him. Would Irritus be that denomic and cruel?
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Jul 15, 2008 21:26:39 GMT -5
Post by irritus on Jul 15, 2008 21:26:39 GMT -5
The blade sung a long note of pleasure as the blood from the cut was swallowed by the blade. The wonderful thing about a scythe is that it tended to pull out the flesh it cut as it slashed the opponent. The crescent shape made the blade a slashing weapon by nature, and the blood spraying effect that was normal to a slashing weapon was made quite beautiful by the lovely singing Carmen. The blade was a blade made and grown for blood, and the laceration made on the left arm of the boy was no exception. The blood spilled nicely along the cursed blade and Irritus felt the pleased tongue of the scythe. Irritus was so drunk in his blades desire by now that he was even starting to worry. He knew the blade would need a bit more blood to be controlled again, and he could not be caught trying to fight the blade and these two at once. The blade would remove his sanity after too long if not well fed, and this bloodless battle was not a good choice for Irritus.
Irritus saw his opponent cast a spell, but to his surprise he wasn't attacked. The fool bothered to save the birds, and Irritus found himself truly annoyed. To him this was an insult, that the boy would bother wasting time and energy on these fowl. The boy was lucky it had only been darts this time, if it had been even the arrows then the birds would have been beyond revival. Irritus found an amusing thought as the birds rose, he swung his scythe in a few rapid loops that ripped through a good twelve of the poor beasts. Irritus playfully detached them from their wings and was then assaulted by a flying stone. The bird killing game was halted and Irritus turned to face the fallen Aiden. He payed no real attention to the words from the boy before him as the other was the aggressor now.
Irritus leaped from the stairs and down to the landing after a few jumps. He stood over the limp body of his already defeated opponent and raised his scythe. the pose of the predator was as a figure of death. He would have brought the blade down across the neck of Aiden given his nearly possessed state of mind. Irritus merely wanted blood and pain from his victim, but the blade wanted more. The near fatal stroke was altered in course by the seemingly useless spell cast by the boy on the stairs. Blake had cast some spell of light, and Irritus was not ready for it. The spell illuminated the stairwell greatly, and cut into the magically induced night. The nightly haze was not completely abolished but was brightened enough to distract and startle the killer scythe wielder.
The blade came down just as the light started it's effect and Irritus clenched his eyes closed. Instead of the deathly accurate swing he normally made the blade sunk in it's course and was now aimed for the boy's chest. The blind swing was still good and true, it would likely cut the unmoving boy and get a good cut in. The blade was not going to kill though, the cut would only be deep enough for the blood to spray. Considering the magical properties of the scythe that was only about four inches in. With the magical healing of this school he would live and even be well soon, but for now it was dangerous. the swing was wild and Irritus leaped away after it slashed through the air. He moved to the wall and replaced his sash. The light was something he could not bare, you could almost call it a fear.
The Blade of Carmen sung in satisfaction and if his cut had landed would be done with it's need. Irritus waited and hoped the fight could be considered over. If he had to continue he wouldn't be able to stop himself, and that would only end in death.
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Bad Day
Jul 16, 2008 16:03:05 GMT -5
Post by 00wazzy on Jul 16, 2008 16:03:05 GMT -5
For some reason, it seemed as if Blake's opponent was getting a little worried or concerned for some reason. Maybe it was his own fate, maybe it was the song being sung from his scythe, but he still knew he saw it. Blake felt disgusted as Irritus started slicing at the birds, killing them off. Fear sank into him when Aiden threw a rock that hit Irritus, stopping his mass bird killing spree. He was going to go after him now. "No!" Blake said as he watched, right after casting the light bomb spell.
The light starting getting to Irritus now, which made Blake a little hopeful he would forget Aiden. But he didn't, and, with the pain increasing in his left arm, he didn't know what else to do. Nothing would stop this monster, nothing. He didn't know if Irritus intended to kill or just get blood or payback, but he knew one thing. He had to be stopped, or else Aiden may die. He ran as fast as he could to get closer, but as he saw the blade being brought up for a slash, he felt his wand quivering.
He glanced down at the wand, and somehow the carved-in picture of the winged-unicorn started glowing. He remembered the words that D'rorah had said, that only the pure of heart could tame it. Maybe it was the same with the monster in front of him, and he had to try. He let the wand and his mind take over, and suddenly his arm raised like it was in control, and words slipped out of his mouth. They seemed enchanted, especially seeing as how he didn't know this spell.
"Quintap Advoco Dilusco."
The words rang in his ears, but seemed silent everywhere else. The wand glowed, just like the Quintaped etching, a bluish-white, and suddenly it seemed as if Blake's body was glowing gold. His hair and clothes whipped around as if in the wind, and suddenly a Unicorn Pegasus, one with wings for flight and a spiral horn on its head, sprouted out. But it was golden, ghostly, and can be seen through, and stampeded towards Irritus like a blast of energy.
Unknown to Blake, this spell summons up energy from his wand and soul and sends out a wave of light in the form of a Quintaped towards its opponent. The opponent can only have darkness in their heart for the spell to work, and will basically rip through them, knocking them unconscious and draining away the rest of their energy.
The spell was released, and the light faded around Blake, and he fell to the ground, struggling to breath. It takes a lot from someone, but it is worth it if for a good cause. Now on all four, panting hard, he collapsed to the ground with a wound that was seeping blood all healed up from the outpouring of energy, and most of his energy gone.
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Bad Day
Aug 7, 2008 20:36:02 GMT -5
Post by irritus on Aug 7, 2008 20:36:02 GMT -5
Irritus hadn't felt the cut through his blade, and the song told nothing. He figured he had missed, though, the amount of blood spilled already was enough. The light spell cast earlier had faded and Irritus lifted the sash to his for head. Though, with what he saw then he was sure he that the fight was long from over. He had run into a light magic user and some rather tenacious child. Irritus was thrilled to have been in this fight, and with his lust for blood more or less sated he was unsure if continuing was needed. Though, by the looks of the leftover opponent he had a good ways to go before he could call it quits. Irritus looked at the boy as his wand raised and waited for his spell. Irritus was impressed with the boy's skill, and his stamina as well. A grin of his pleased fighters soul lightened Irritus' lips, though to most the look was not at all inviting.
The boy seemed to be completely out of ideas, but acting on instinct. Irritus found it all that anyone would naturally run toward him, as it hadn't happened yet. The words that spilled from the boy seemed to be an incantation he wasn't too sure of. The mysterious words were spoken in a way that startled the nearly exhausted Irritus, though the light that followed was more alarming. The sight of the glowing boy told Irritus his opponent was not as weak as Irritus had thought. It would have been a wiser decision to have slashed into him as he wasted time reviving birds. Irritus was bothered by his own mind as he thought of what to do, he didn't have energy to cast another of his dark magic spells just yet. There was only one option, he would be forced to meet the spell with his blade.
Irritus knew his blade passed through anything, well anything except the magic cast using lighter magics. As of yet, Irritus had yet to find anyone so adept with light magic that they could halt his scythe. Though he'd run into some whose light was particularly strong. A rumored war and everything else had been ringing around the school, and his family had put resources into uncovering some of the truths behind it, but there was a lot of such light wielders in this school. The proof was in the unconscious boy and the one glowing in front of him. the fact that this place would soon be very bright and annoying in both metaphorical and literal terms was agitating. Seeing the spell pass from the wand to existence made Irritus all the more annoyed.
A good fight was not about to end easily, and Irritus wondered if he'd finally see something strong enough to stop his swing. The spell that spilled out seemed to be made of a whole body of magic in it's own right. A patronus was a faded specter compared to the shimmering creature that galloped toward Irritus. Seeing the light beast, Irritus felt he had to avoid being hit at all cost. It was obvious that nothing good would come of being hit by such a thing. He naturally would need a lot of force to ensure the creature be destroyed, as such he took off for a wall not more then three feet away. The beast chased and gained ground swiftly. Irritus jumped, his legs springing him forward and with all the power he could muster he shot himself off the wall with a kick to the stone and spun, the scythe sweeping through the air to meet the magical adversary.
The blade of focused dark magic met with the spell cast of light magic and desperation. Irritus used as much force as he could, mustering all his will and energy into his blade, into his attack. Though it was common for spells cast for the first time to be weak or even fail completely, Irritus did not waste effort gauging the strength and went all out. The blade exploded against the head of the beast and the driving force of the spell met the swing. An explosion of darkness mixed with the shimmering light of the light magic spell launched Irritus into the wall and to the floor. His scythe reverted to it's wand-like rod and struck his chest. Irritus had the wind knocked out of him and he felt his body aching. He hoped there weren't any broken bones, and even then he hoped there was no serious internal damage.
By force of will, as well as being used to such pains, Irritus shambled to his feet. Being caught here without ample explanation to what happened would not be a good thing. He turned his head to look and see the other's they were as exhausted as he was. Though, he needed to modify their memories or something. Then again, raising his arm was not very possible. The bleeding on his side was draining him, and he knew if he didn't cover it he'd die of blood loss. All he could do was hope they didn't tell on him, and head to the common room to apply first aid. He exhaled and held the cut on his side and started shambling off. Even if they told the staff, he could say simply that it was two on one, and he hadn't started it. After all, they had no reason to believe he was violent besides for unfounded rumors.
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