«rp» Fate's Eye [7/7] ~arc 3~

Elenor smiled; then stepped forward. Angela started to release her arrow— when she was literally sucked into the ground.

In the next moment, all she saw was darkness.

What!? She looked around, not seeing anything.

"My ability «Resident of Darkness» lets me control physical shadow to my will. I can use them as a medium to travel through, or capture enemies in it...."

A force sent Angela tumbling out of a completely dark section of the walls. She saw the ability user, Elenor, step out of the shadow. "My ability works with any shadow created naturally. In this dark corridor, I am invincible."

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wait, what about Kavenhaitos?

 

Who?

"Oh, wait. There was this guy named Lord Kavenhaitos, or something of the sort."

 

The blade cut the girl's leg from knee down cleanly off. She gave a stifled scream, falling backwards. Then...

"———!!!!" A hoarse scream came from the side. Turning slightly, Archibaud saw the taller elf charging with her eyes full of fury, and from her hand was released a jet of fire so fast Archibaud could not react—

"Aaaaaghhh!!!" With fire scorching him from all sides, Archibaud couldn't help but scream.

Archi! Use the mana, quickly!!

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"....Kavehaitos?" Roswaal narrowed her eyes. "I've heard of that name. What kind of man was he?"

 

I absorb the fire thats burning me and attack the fire user with all of my strength

 

“He was tall, and blond. Talked about some guys named Pride and Gluttony.”

 

"I see..." I joke with the woman.
I concentrate, trying to make a weak whirlwind around me, soo I can sense my surroundings

 

(you can only absorb mana through the scythe. You can't absorb fire from your body, so you're pretty much burnt hard.)

The fire-using elf seemed to realise that her fire attacks were not working. She turned a look to the younger elf, then charged head-on at Archibaud.

He swung his scythe in a horizontal swing, but the elf, with her bloodshot eyes, leaned back and dodged the attack by a hair's width, then got hold of the back of the scythe's blade and pulled it away from Archibaud's hands. She threw the scythe away into a wall, where it clattered.

Archibaud jumped back to create a distance. He could still feel the mana Izanami had collected through the heat of the fire inside his body, which he could use when he needed to. At the corner of his vision, he saw the scythe disappearing into sparks, then felt at the same time Izanami returning to his consciousness. I can reappear whenever you need. Izanami said.

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"Aaaalright, that's enough evidence for confirmation." Roswaal nodded. "The man you encountered, is perhaps one of the most dangerous personel in this place. With his power, he has almost ten times the fighting potential of any ability user. Let us hope we do not encounter him, hm~?"

"Is he that dangerous?" The doctor asked.

"Indeed, I am." A voice said from in front of them; a man walked out of the corridor into sight. With his blonde hair and his smug smile, there was no mistaking it.

Kavenhaitos cocked his head. "What a great timing, don't you think? You were just talking about me, right?"

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The woman steps back into the wall she appeared from; in the next moment, Angela senses a presence rising from the ground behind her.

 

I take half of my sword out, sweeping her legs with a kick and taking the sword fully out afterwards

 

OOC: wait doest this mean that I can summon her as a scythe anytime even when she's away from me?

 

He starts growling while he gets up.

Eyes flaming, he looks at Juhel and pulls out the knife.

"You really are a moron. What do you mean it wouldn't do you any good?"

He drops the knife,
*ROAR!*
,and he starts to transform.

 

“Damn straight.”
Marcus got on guard again.
“Got a problem with that?”

 

"Let's try for that horn then."
I conjure a mace.

 

Sorry guys, been busy this week, being bombarded with tests. Kinda done now, so I'll try replying.

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Yes, basically. She can dissolve her scythe form to come back into Archibaud, but needs mana doing so. It takes quite a time for this process to happen though.

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Kayde clicked his tongue as a red dragon rose in front of the grey one, roaring enragedly.

"Damn it, we really have to do something about that ability user.... hngh!" His copy had kicked him on the shield, making him stagger back. Fighting his own self, Kayde realised how weak he was compared to others— he could tell of every attack he was going to do easily, just as the enemy could too.

Kayde saw Carol leap into the air, her copy doing the exact same thing, resulting in them crossing swords in the air. Both of them were equal in every aspect— it seemed like they were both tiring themselves out in their endless battle.

Rathius roared and crashed with the grey dragon, their large bodies breaking the walls and making dust fill the air. There were occasional bursts of fire, but nothing seemed to change in their struggle to get an upper hand.

"If we keep going on, nothing's going to change—! We won't be able to win.......?" Kayde widened his eyes. He shouted, "Huma!" creating an ice shard, distracting his copy. He used the opportunity to leap back and create a distance. Seeming aware, Kayde's copy kept its distance with its shield up. Kayde turned his head to the single figure watching the fight outside from range.

"Hey, Juhel!" Kayde shouted, making the ability user look up in surprise.

".....What is it, hm?"

"This ability of yours..... we won't be able to beat them, of course, but..... doesn't that also mean you won't be able to win against us, either?"

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"Well, I don't like people talking behind someone's back. You know? It's not a nice thing to do, and it's rude to that person. That's a clear invasion to my authority, my rights!!"

Kavenhaitos opened his eyes and shouted hysterically, then sighed and stepped back. "But I am a man of a large and generous caliber. I shall forgive of your sins and all of your sinful actions." He smiled kindly, and at the same time, Marcus understood. This man, was absolutely insane.

"Well weeeeell, look who we have here." Roswaal said in a dark tone, gazing at the blond man. "What is a member of the Witch's Order, one on the rank of a Cardinal Sin, doing in Eight Fingers, hm~?"

"....Were you hearing what I was saying?" Kavenhaitos muttered, glaring at Roswaal. "I don't know who the hell you are, but I just pointed out that respect is important. Don't you think it's common sense for one to introduce themself before they turn hostility towards them? Huh!?"

 

“Then you’ve got a lot of introducing to do.”
Marcus retorts.
“As far as I’m sure, it’s pretty hostile to keep people forcefully enslaved.”

 

"Ngh!?" Elenor lost her balance as her legs were sweeped under her, but cartwheeled and came to stand facing Angela, who took out her sword.

".....You are strong. Obviously more experienced than that young lady over there." Elenor said, motioning towards Alice.

Angela breathed in and out. It was true that the woman's ability made her extremely strong in this dark corridor lit only with three torches line on the walls. If Angela did not plan a counter against it, there would be no victory.

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The ice mace, fortified hard enough to rival a metal weapon, shot down at the horn, ready to break it. But.....

The mace shattered so easily against its black substance. The force James had used was on a level that could dent a hole on a stone wall.

"That does not seem to be the solution." Diabel muttered. He looked down at his sword. "I tried that tactic also, but my magic could not cut that horn, or damage its shells no matter what. I cannot approach closely enough without beings snapped out of the air."

"If what you said is true, knight, we have no chance of killing this creature right here, with this member." Tyrinel muttered.

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Kavenhaitos glared at Marcus. "What did you say, peasant? What rights do you have to speak against me!?" He lifted an arm— and behind him appeared a greatsword, which shot at the hunter.

"El Fula!" A huge blast of wind sent the large blade flying away off-course. Roswaal stepped forward. "That was noooot my intention to offend you, lord. But I have one question, if I am allowed— why did you let those slaves of yooours escape? With your authority, stopping us would've been easy."

The Sin seemed to calm down to an extent. "....Hah. That is true, that selling them was my first intention. But people change, and so do their agendas." Kavenhaitos smiled, reaching into his inside pockets and taking out a black book.

Roswaal narrowed her eyes unhappily at that sight. "....the Gospel."

"That's right. My Gospel leads my way, and I follow what is written on it. On its pages, it is written another alternative to gain what I want." Kavenhaitos flipped through the pages, then returned the book into his cloak. "......but I've been wondering, right? I've told you all of this out of my good-will, and you're still not naming yourselves? There's a limit to how much you can offend me!"

"I am terribly sorry." Roswaal bowed, somewhat mockingly. "I am Roswaal M. Mathers, a magician of sorts. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

 

"I have a plan. I just need a few seconds."

Rathius slashes at his copy, trying to hit critical points. Doing this, he tries to knock down his opponent, paralyzing him for a few seconds.

 

“Marcus.”
He says, following suit.

 

I start summoning her scythe form while trying to doge the fire

 

I make the whirlwind around me bigger and weaker, trying to make the wind reach the torches and make their flames grow

 

"...... and you?" Kavenhaitos turned his head to the doctor.

Marcus turned to look at the dark haired man; he saw the corner of the doctor's mouth lift up.

"I have no name to give to you, cultist."

"Hey.....!!"

Suddenly, a malicious killing intent filled the air.

"Oh? Is that so, hm? I've been acting this friendly and generous, and yet, and yet, and yet!!!" Kavenhaitos, his face twisted with rage, lifted his hand high. Over fifty swords and daggers materialised, forming a semi-circle pattern behind him.

"Regret that you ever insulted my being, my goodwill, my power, my authority, my rights! You damned pests!"

Kavenhaitos pointed his hand at the three of them; and all of the weapons shot straight at them.

"Al Fula!"

An enormous blast of wind shot forward, so powerful that it deflected all of the weapons and made them crash into the walls on the other side. Roswaal stepped forward, raising her hand.

Kavenahaitos was visibly trembling in rage. The madman ruffled his hands through his hair frustratedly. "You, you, you, you, you....... What rights do damn peasants like you have to defy , deny and reject my attacks, my Authority!!!??"

Even against Roswaal's enormously destructive spell. Kavenhaitos had not moved an inch.