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[RP] Eternal War

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lubbies:
(karate people do it... Plus you've basically dislocated it.)

The punch connected freely with my nose and a eerie crunching noise was made. Blood ran down from the now tilted nose. I let out a growl off warning, anger was welling inside of me.

Me-Ow

I wiped the blood away but it quickly ran out again. I gripped my sword tightly, I formed another shadowy ball and fired it, I followed that up by quick slashes with my sword.

The-Blades-slave:
Daylin and Tylan

Daylin closed his eyes and the skull relic on the ground vanished, a sword appearing in his hands! red and black steel swirled together to, connecting into a long silver blade with a scaled green demon head on the hilt. Daylin swore and rolled away, the shadow ball scorching the back of the rags he wore! He struggled to keep up with mans vicious slashes and after he blocked the final one he swung his sword with expertise at the mans neck!

(Okay how much damage would these shadowballs do exactly? I need to know so I can let one hit me and describe the damage.)

NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
*I'm a bit late so i'll just recap a bit of it.*

I nodded and sprinted to the armory. I looked for my sword or my armor, and found both in the same place.

Well that's convenient...

I quickly got the rags off and started putting my armor on, unfortunately, it was hard getting on.

And people wonder why i never take it off...

After a couple of minutes struggling with it I finaly managed to get it on, and grabbed my sword, then ran to battle.

Sorry, I'm late, this armor was ahrd to get on... oh...

I saw Cornelius (Hard to tell with the broken nose though... fighting with the brothers, and I bet he wasent the only one running twards the scene, I got in a fighting position.

I put on my poker face serious face.Hmph, been a while, Cornelius...

lubbies:
(it's based on the black fire you mentioned in ToT, concentrated into a ball. Unable to feel the heat from the outside but very hot inside.)

I lifted my sword and when the blades met and sparks flew, my blade was pushed back till it was centimeters from my neck. I pushed it away. I heard a voice and I noticed a person come out of the armory.

???-hmph, been a while, Cornelius.

I recognized the voice.

Me-Too long, traitor.

The-Blades-slave:
Tylan and Daylin

Daylin paused and looked at the two.

How do you know each other? And what does he mean?

Tylan listened with slight interest before he walked into the armory. He found his clothes and quickly changed into them his scar stinging as he slid the cool fabric over it. Then he searched through the weapons and found a small Greek pillar relic. He walk back outside and closed his eyes, a weapon appearing in his hand! It was a long staff, right around the height of him. the staff itself was made of marble, based after the design that held the Greek temples up, to show strength. Blade extended from both ends of the weapons and for the first time in a while Tylan smirked, it was good to have his weapon back!

You heard my brother, we will kill you both if  you do not answer.

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