Ooc: I'm not leaving, I was just giving them a good bye and a note '>.> Shadowbane, possessing Sessamaru's body, landed perfectly upon the ground, its power emitting a rose smelling aura "If he's as powerful as you say, then I may have use for you." Sessamaru cackled.
OOC: Later guys, see you tomorrow... If not, then the day after.
"Another? Splendid. More souls for me to drink." Shadowbane spoke softly through Sessamaru.
The ominous red eyes darkened, his long white hair dancing as he walked toward Alaric. He stepped down slowly from the lair of air, laying upon another layer of it. Just like steps. Shadowbane was in control, the black rune blade. "Oh, I'm sorry, Sessy-poo is too busy trying to break my binds. You'll just have to deal with the fact you're fighting a puppet." Laughed Sessamaru, his voice high pitched, the musical notes shattered into screeches.
Again, he swung his beautiful swords, both releasing windblades as he twisted around. The windblades destroyed the spikes with ease, a vacuum forming upon impact. Multiple little spikes flew back at Tegoshi as more windblades were aimed at Alaric with a simple turn.
With a great swing of his two blades, he released a gust of windblades, primarily aimed at Alaric.
Awakening from under his tree, Seras whispered to himself "How long..." he looked left and right, searching for Tuski.
OOC: lol, no, I'm talking about the time of day for us to be using. I said "Night" ^^'
A strange, deranged laughter escaped his lips. "Or so you think... boy." He mocked, blood trickling down the black blade. Beautiful! Wonderful! Finally I am to be fed! And in control! Sessamaru began to walk on the air, his white wing bursting into red rose petals. The black wing creaked as he took a step. Every step he took, he was already at the heels of Alaric.
Ooc: Night, I guess.
Without knowing, he turned, seeing the person who shouted. At him? He shrugged and walked towards the man.
"You have no clue who you're dealing with!" Sessamaru roared, his body disappearing, his all-seeing eyes easily staring at the angel. "I am from a race descended by gods! What makes you think you're more powerful than those who are the mirror of the great ones?!" Lumia's red flame became a bright, uncomprehensible light, causing him to move faster than any mortal. He appeared in front of Alaric, his black soul eating blade thrusting full force into the flying entity's shoulder. The blue flame around his body disperced as a howling wind broke forth.
"Alaric!" he shouted, the flame around his crystal schamshir turning red, his speed picking up more momentum, causing a blue flame to surround him.
Anger fueled him, his back ached, his eyes changing into an ominous red. Yes, that's it... A broken black wing tore away a chunk of his cloak, as another wing, white and perfectly unharmed, spread wide from it's hole. The wings flapped, the broken wing was languid, but seemed like it was not broken at all. He leapt high into the air, swords bare. He followed Alaric at full speed, the red shining eyes glaring at him fiercely.
OOC: Cya, Varnor! He sat against his tree, eyelids heavy. His last thoughts were of Tuski's words. He fell asleep.
He walked into the town, his hand upon his sword. Leon gazed at the civilians, uninterested in their activity, but amazed by their culture. "I'm lost..." he sighed.
OOC: I think they want to add a bit of a conflict before the story starts to end.
With another shout, a howl, Sessamaru cried "What makes you so much better than everyone else?!" Lumia flared to life with a green flame about her slender, fragile blade.
Ooc: Ah, ok. As he kept her words in mind, his head began to fog from the events. He only remember her words, the fight, but nothing more... Not even the beautiful, dark melody...
He snapped a cold glare at Aveum "No one needs to die!" He cried with great lament. "Draw, fight, attack!" He shouted to Alaric, his eyes cold, the pupil-less green eyes flaring with a holy light "I will not harm a disarmed opponent until he picks up arms. Fight me... NOW!"
