The Overthrow of Busistocaria

Blake's injuries where recovered slowly by a small flame closing them up, his power had grown he was becoming more like his father

 

rey muttered sumthing and his vines shot through ming and shayo killing them

 

A flaming ball was shot through the darkness about Rey, aiming towards the pinnacle of the vines creation.

 

what the rey said as his vines were just pericing ming and shayo

 

Vallyn sat there, chanting runes, casting more fireballs into the vines.

 

the vines didnt burn until the 3rd shot they disentigrated . and rey sat down


shayo opened her eyes breathing heavily and ming just sat there choking in air

 

Vallyn stepped forth, staring at Rey. "What are you trying to do?" He asked coldly, his eyes dark and empty.

 

what do you thinkg vines slowly coming from beneath vallyn

 

Out came Zilvinidia, the ice-blade began to create a cool aura around him. The vines beneath him froze. "Maybe I should just kill you, then," He remarked, his voice chilling, his amber eyes were of that of a killer.

 

try it you wont make it far.

and rey ppulled out the pasa sword and his vines rose up and back into the earth

 

"You obviously are ill-educated," He chuckled, drawing out his banishing blade, Mournagh. He stepped forward, and continued onward, towards Rey. "Your sword will have no effect against me," he added, noticing the magic around it.

 

hmm is that so


and in the middle of reys forhead a third eye opened and he just started laughing and

he stucking his sword ibnto the ground vines groing around the sword

 

Vallyn was not at all frightened. He walked forward, chanting a spell. The air grew chill as a weak blue mist appeared. The vines began to wither from the chill as frost slowly crept up the vines.

 

Blake woke up and moved out the way from the cold air seeing how if he stayed there for too long his fire would die leaving him fataly injured.

 

oh a little frost wont hurt my pride and joy

and markings appeared on reys face his pupils disapeared and his eyes turned red


vines comoing out of the ground slimmer forming into wepons and rey pulled out a spear and put his pasa sword with the vines

 

"Your pride and joy is not immortal... Not without souls," He mocked, standing where he was. "Frost hurts it, for, like blood running through veins, it slows down the process, and eventually stops. Frozen. Dead." Vallyn stared at Pasa, the sentient blade who controls Rey. He smirks. "Kill me," He taunted.

 

i will not fall for your taunts as poor rey here has


said the pasa through rey

and he picked up the blade when i am in control of this part demon he feels nothing. the spirit of ban-go is inside him. the greater of the demon realm

 

"Oh? I, Vallyn Despana, am afraid of a sentient blade and of a demon?" He asked rhetorically, a smile widening upon his face. The saber in his left hand, Zilvinidia, radiated a frosty blue light. Mournagh, in his right, began its black and green glow. "Demons should be banished, no?" He asked again. He waited, as patiently and as calmly like a statue.

 

im much more than a sentient blade i am a spirit trabed in this inernal blade and i wish to appear as my normal self but i will fight you. and vines wrapped around the frost blade not freezing

 

"What is with you ill-educated people?" He asked, shaking his head fiercely, ignoring the apparent danger. "Either make a move, or this battle is at an end (if this is even a battle)," He threatened, turning his back on the creature.