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Post by sacredrapture on Mar 29, 2009 4:15:45 GMT -5
Myzrael saw Arqus' eyes meet his, staring from quite some distance away.
'He saw me? He is skilled.' Myzrael murmured.
Myzrael was biding his time. He needed to rest to regain some energy, if he was to face this man, if Zealot could not fulfill its purpose. From what he observed, this was no ordinary criminal from the asylum; he could transform his body into what looked like nigh-indestructible glass, and seemingly received no damage whatsoever from Zealots attacks. This was getting dangerous. But he was still not capable of fighting at full fighting capacity.
He cannot know that.
The Zealot staggered backward because of the blow, but quickly recovered, and flew at Arqus, knocking him to the ground. He straddled the mans form, and started slashing at his face, over and over.
Myzrael closed his eyes, and started concentrating. He had to recharge some of his energy...
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Post by childofthehunt on Mar 29, 2009 9:54:49 GMT -5
The monster sat on top of Arqus. He was furiously slashing at his face. Arqus could only feel some pressure on his face as the monster continously ravaged him.
He wanted to escape. He wanted to get out of there. He pressed his hands against the monster's chest, trying hard to push the bat-beast off him. It didn't work.
With both his hands he grabed the enemy's blades before it could attack him again. With sheer flexibility, he raised both his legs, enough to let snatch the monster's neck between his feet.
With a quick manuever, he was able to throw the bat-figure off of him. He was free again.
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Post by sacredrapture on Mar 29, 2009 23:00:41 GMT -5
This was futile.
Zealot could not damage Arqus. And Myzraels power was weakening. It was time.
Myzrael stood up. He walked calmly to the middle of the graveyard, where Arqus and the Zealot stood. He looked at Arqus in the eyes. The Zealot went to Myzraels side.
'This encounter is over. You are powerful, indeed. We shall meet again' Myzrael said with a smile. With that, he took flight and disappeared into the night. The Zealot took one last look at Arqus, then burst in a shower of black feathers.
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Post by childofthehunt on Mar 30, 2009 4:01:19 GMT -5
Arqus, stood there motionless, while black feathers showered down on him.
His skin turned normal again while his blond hair's being blown ever so softly by the midnight breeze. Tears threatened to fall out of his eyes.
He's a freak.
Just like them.
This town...this city...turned him into a freak.
He sat on the feather covered ground with a quiet sob. He wants to get out of this place.
Out.
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