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[F17-PP] War of Ideologies - Turn of Fate <Itzal, Hestia, Domarus, Embers, Aereth>>

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She stood there prepared to fight, her eyes trained on Itzal and Aereth. The triads attacks were thrown off and even they seemed a bit thrown off. Before Aereth managed to get up, the cloaked man told her that she should stay off and he would deal with her momentarily. Her teeth would grit and her grip on her dagger would tighten. "Momentarily?" she said deathly calm. Itzal would turn back towards Aereth and speak to him as she seethed with anger. "I am not someone to put off" Aereth would then speak, insulting her for staying with Domarus. Se would have laughed at him if her rage wouldn't keep her from doing so. As he stood Itzal came in with more attacks, his health would quickly diminish before Aereth did something she hadn't seen before. As the dust cleared, a feminine voice would be heard and a cut up woman would stand there, looking towards Itzal pleadingly. In the heat of the moment, Aereth would unleash an attack, Itzal barely being able to block the attack in time. Aereth spoke before vanishing into light, a message appearing that Aereth was no longer on her friends list. 

Her eyes would widen. She was no longer able to track him. She turned towards Itzal. 'Him.' Her mind told her. Her knuckles would become white on her dagger, a pulsing dark aura beginning to seethe off of her weapon. The aura would soon spread to her entire body. She pushed off the ground, flying through the air with great speed as she flung herself at Itzal. "TO HELL WITH YOU" She would spin, striking the man's blade repeatedly as he would block. As her cyclone finished, she would move into using the Sword Art <<Rapid Bite>>. Her first thrust was parried by Itzal, as her second attack came in, her blade would become enveloped in a pure black aura, where it would sail through his weapon and into Itzal's body, shooting him back several meters. She stepped forward. Next things to drive into him would be her words. "You're a fool, Felix. You think you're some hero, this unimaginable warrior that saves lives. Here you are though, attacking someone that was on your side and most importantly... Getting... In... My... WAY!" She would shout at the end, something she didn't do often but now she was beyond pissed. She threw of all logic. She had watched his attack against Aereth and hadn't been able to follow its attack, hadn't managed to see the pattern of blows. He was stronge rthan her by far, and she knew it. She didn't care. Sey had always liked this man in front of her but she seen nothing admirable, nothing of value. She stepped daringly closer to ITzal, the dark aura still seeping off of her weapon and body. 

As she prepared her next attack, her voice would be heard, deathly calm again. "Umbra" A black fox would leap from her shadow, the fox appearing to only be half of a physical form, the rest of its body trailed behind in shadows. The light of the day cut off a large percent of the Fox's power leaving very few of the shadows to be seen. This meant there was an easily visible target that was the main physical body of the fox. Determined, Umbra would leap towards Itzal, but would become immediately blasted aside by a bolt of lightning. The fox managed to turn and face the assailant before being slammed into by a dragon covered in lightning. As the assault would end, Umbra had been knocked several feet away. The shadow fox would gaze at the dragon, preparing for a fight. Claws made of pure shadow would elongate where normal claws would be. They would slice straight through the dragons scales when the chance came. Umbra's main problem was the amount of light in the area would expire her time of power much faster. This would have to be a quick battle. 

@Itzal

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I look calmly towards the red haired player as i just glance towards Itzal before looking back towards Domarus not paying much attention towards Itzal's fight since even if he has snapped according to Domarus i know in the end Itzal wouldn't do anything drastic. 'He wouldn't kill like Aereth.' I just remain in a calm defensive stance not planning on moving from my position holding onto my blade as i activate the parry skill going into vengeful riposte as i look towards the red haired man and than just grins at him one of confidence, and calm despite being yelled at, despite the situation still seeming confident and calm. You can talk all the big game you want, but in the end Keres is weak from not being a battle hardened warrior like Firecracker. You might have my sis on your side but at least i know she will come out of this alive. You can have your spies Itzal will lock them up like the rest soon enough, and besides all that we need to do is find a no TP zone and we can finally start locking up the actual criminals all that is required is a little extra help from those who could be in the know about such a location. I watch as the axe comes towards me as i speak as i simply use my shield to knock the attack to the side and do a parting blow slashing along the armor as i back peddal away ignoring the small amount of hit points i had taken as i look towards the red haired player.

Besides take this into affect. I only brought Itzal, Aereth, and Embers. You brought an army. I have a guild, a family i can trust i could've brought. This is a private matter however and i didn't feel like bringing in my loved ones into all of this so i just brought those that got themselves tangled into my mess. I say towards the red haired player with a smile on my face that could be translated into one of cockiness or arrogance from the context of the situation, but in reality is just one of a person keeping their calm under stress. I raise my shield blocking the attacks one after the other having grown use to powerful enemies with powerful attacks from dealing with quests and the frontlines. Having become rather skillful in one on one combat due to such situations having learned to block and take the hits necessary to come out on top having even faced Aincrad's most dangerous quest and come out on top. 'If a old king that was a war of attrition couldn't kill me or break me neither will Domarus.' I think to myself calmly as i watch calmly as each bit of thorns from the shield chips away at the HP of Domarus while my hp recovers faster than any normal non-sword art attack could do, and if swords arts would be utilized it is only cementing into stone that he will run out of energy faster than i would die. Every strike sending me off balance ever so slightly, but quickly recovering since it would take quite a bit to swing such an axe and thus give enough time to recover every single time. I smirk as i feel the impact with my right shoulder humoring the red haired man as it causes me to stumble back only slightly having not expected as much force, but my armor remains intact since it is heavy armor. I look directly towards the red haired player.  Look Domarus. Just give up you can't kill me and won't ever be able to do so. You went into this fight knowing you'll lose. Just give up. Just let go of that rage it's pointless to continue pursuing this as it is. If you don't want to do so now that is fine, but i expect for you to continue just letting out all that pent up rage. After all if you somehow die because of my thorns i would want you leaving this world with at least a smile for once by being freed of your anger so you can greet your mother being happy.

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She just gets into a fighting stance fists raised upwards the girl getting ready to fight with her hands as she just grins ever so slightly from this girl's arrogance. Well it's your funeral. She says as her eyes narrow as she launches herself forward activating charge to boost her damage and for allowing her a slight boost in speed to make it within grabbing range of the girl. Once she would get in close she would simply activate the strongest sword art she has as her fists glow with a red energy as she would go for a gut punch right away towards the red headed woman. Learn your place! She says as she goes for the strike against the woman. If her attack would miss Raven would remain close up on the scythe wielding woman figuring the length of the scythe would be rendered useless if she was up nice and close. Raven not even giving attention towards Keres who had arrived.

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Embers found a large grin on her face as Raven seemed to be prepared for a fight, but more than that. What excited Embers was the other girl seemed to want to use her fists, a prospect that excited her greatly. Did Domarus not warn Raven about her prowess in fist combat? It seemed she was due an education in pain!

However, her train of thought was cut off by something, flipping over her?! Her crimson eyes zeroed in on Keres…The main who always got inside her head. She felt a growl emerge from her throat at the mere sight of the other girl. The maid who was always inside of her damn head!

“Keres, stay out of this if you want to live. Raven’s my own concern, but I won’t hesitate to break you if you stand in my way” She had little doubt the other girl was going to get in her way, and if that is the case…Well, she’d just have to break her like a poorly made toy.

That’s when she saw Raven charge at her, and Embers grinned happily. Finally, it was time to fight! Embers tightened the grip on her Scythe, right as she noticed the other girl wasn’t using a sword…But her hands?! The smile that eclipsed on Embers face was one of pure joy. And in moments, the girl shifted her weapon in her hands and directed Raven’s strike into her weapon, using her Scythe as a shield from the blow, and brought the weapon above her head to swing in a wide ark!

“My place is where I damn well please!” Embers yells at the other girl “Maybe you didn’t remember anything from when we were both Domarus’ lackies, but my place is queen of the damn jungle!”

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Itzal continued to swing at Aereth, not holding back save for his last blow.  He refused to kill Aereth, and would instead stun him again before latching the hand cuffs on him like the criminal he'd become.  He struck over, and over again, and Aereth's health began to drop rapidly.  Itzal could tell that Aereth was realizing that all he had was talk.  He didn't have the stats or skill to be even close to capable of taking Itzal down by himself.  Itzal had hoped that those thoughts of humility would stop him in his tracks and just give up, but he had one last trick.  Aereth suddenly changed into Jenna which stopped Itzal from landing another strike with his blade.  He heard Jenna's voice, saying his true name which caused his eyes to widen with shock and horror...  But that only lasted a second.  After that Itzal became more hateful towards Aereth than before.  How DARE he use his own wife against him?!  Itzal roared and was about to thrust his blade at Aereth but the man already had the time he needed.  Itzal spotted the attack coming before it came and only barely managed to block the blow.  Knocked back and forced to roll back to his feet he was too far away to intercept Aereth's next teleport.  But he was going to try.  He charged forward.  "TRAITOR!!!"  Itzal swung his blade but Aereth beat him to the teleport by a fraction of a second.  He clutched the handle of his weapon and heard a player charging at him.  If she wanted to surprise him then she shouldn't have yelled at the top of her lungs.

Itzal turned just in time to block her first attack and parry the next.  After that however she began to get through his defenses.  They were both hate filled, which meant less defensive mindset and more offensive ones.  He heard her words but they fell on deaf ears.  Itzal just glared at her as she continued her assault before he decided he had enough.  When she swung her sword a second time he didn't try to block, parry or dodge it.  Instead he threw his hand out and grabbed the blade itself, taking the damage and letting battle healing do it's work.  He held the blade in his hands to keep her from running off and looked at her.  His eyes piercing through the hood.  He had become wrath itself.  "You're out of your league kid."  Just like that he pushed her blade, and by extension her to the right, and shot out to her left, thrusting his blade into her side.  He was no longer going to be defensive.  He had a healing song he could use if need be that was instant, so instead of playing it safe he was going to attack her to the point where she couldn't attack back.  Using his special and unique skill, he would launch attacks, nonstop, from every angle.  Always switching positions so she couldn't see or predict where he'd be attacking next.  He wanted her to go on the offensive so he wouldn't have to worry about her defenses.

'Quick' battle was an understatement.  While most familiar's were fast, Velnia had more...  Training in it.  Racing with Kuro had not only helped the griffon in increasing it's speed, but also her own.  If put on stats, one could say her evasion went from +4 to +5.  Velnia if attacked would simply shift her wings and dash to any random direction in the sky before attacking again.  She was taking her time currently to determine the fighting pattern of the shadow...  Thing.  All the while using her lightning breath and quick tackles to keep it occupied and busy...  Also to keep it from figuring out that Velnia was analyzing it.  Part of her strategy was to use taunting tactics to keep it too angry to figure it out as well.  Soon however, she would know the shadow's fighting strategy, and by extension:  Her weaknesses.

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His teeth grit tightly as she told him she had more allies than these and only brought them because they ended up wrapped up in all of this.  Her posture and expression oozing with nothing but arrogance, confidence and cockiness.  He roared with pure hate as he swung his ax low, nearly touching the ground, to strike under her shield and at her legs.  The result would be her falling on her back.  If this worked he'd do everything in his power to tear her shield from her arms.  If that failed he would simply press his foot against her shield, pushing it against her and thus keeping her from blocking her face, and would begin hacking at her open head. 
    
"You'll regret dragging them into this!"  He wouldn't stop.  He wouldn't stop even after Hestia managed to knock him off and get back up.  He would simply continue to swing and find more creative ways to get around the shield of hers.  His movements however, were shifting.  They were faster than before, more reckless and random.  Not only that but he was applying more force than before as well.  His energy was quickly dropping but it was almost as if he was growing stronger and faster.  Something that didn't compute with the cardinal system.  Then again, emotion was hard for a computer to understand.  He could feel himself being pierced by her thorns, as well as receiving blows from her parry skill and most likely the mod.  This however only enraged him more and pushed harder than previous endeavors.  He knew he couldn't beat her.  He hated her for being so stubborn.  He hated the system for not giving him the ability to kill her like he could in the real world.  She was only strong because of numbers.  That was all that protected her!  He could kill her with ease in the real world!  She spoke again, telling him to give up.  He made a half growl half roar sound as he swung with all his might.  With most people this would have knocked them off their feet and into a wall behind.  He wasn't sure what it would do to Hestia however.
    
"SHUT UP!!"  He roared before charging at her again.  Unleashing a ruthless barrage of strikes.  "GIVE UP?!  GIVE UP?!  AFTER COMING THIS FAR, PRACTICING AND GROWING!  AFTER I'VE WALKED THIS PATH DOWN TO IT'S CORE YOU THINK I'M ABOUT TO GIVE UP?!  I AM NOT WEAK!"  He locked blades with her, pressing his handle down on her as hard as he could.  The heat of his breath felt through his helmet, and the glow of his visor so bright it looked like a living fire.  "I'll NEVER bow to anyone.  Let alone you." 

 

Keres giggled at Ember's words and dashed to her side, jabbing her dagger upward into Ember's arm pit.  A weak point in her armor.  It barely did anything, but this was to annoy Embers and remind the woman just how fast and agile Keres was. 
     "Aww lighten up Auntie Embers~  Don't you want to have some fun?"  she giggled again as she dodged Embers with ease, flipping backward before dashing forward and sliding under another swing.  When Embers mentioned being queen of the jungle Keres popped out of nowhere and booped her on the nose before dodging another attack.  "Queen?  Of the jungle?  That's cute~"

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I look towards Domarus as the man comes forward roaring in rage as a saddened look appears on my face as i look towards the man in front of me with nothing but pity and mourning as i watch the axe seeing it come from down towards the air as i quickly sidestep out of the way having to act swiftly leaving my shield arm not as prepared and my stance not as fully fledged to be able to take a hit. I feel the impact against my shield as i quickly raise my sword activating my strongest sword art to meet the axe as i hear the screech of metal scraping along metal as i grit my teeth not particularly enjoying the sound, but having grown accustomed to it from having been with many questing partners and frontline fights where the sounds of battle are practically deafening at points. I quickly get low to the ground as i let my sword get out of the way having felt my arm quickly weakening and thus not able to stop the axe from the sheer weight+strength difference between the two. 'Sometimes power does solve things when it is combat, but in the end you can have all the power it is the skill that wins in the end. He is angry also makes him unpredictable,but also less precise which means i don't need to worry about complex strategy and just have to let the game do the rest for me.' I think to myself silently hoping that stays actually true not keeping track of the health points i've been losing from the attacks not even really knowing if he has used any sword arts yet. Myself just focusing on the fact that the man in front is attacking me and my thorns are dealing damage slowly but surely with the risk of having him possibly die from them since he isn't regenerating like i am.

I do regret dragging them into this. This wasn't meant to be a war. This was meant to be a 1 on 1 fight that was all i wanted. I say in a sorrowful tone of some regret as i get into a combat ready stance once more as i watch the axe come towards me as i notice the glows surrounding the axe as i only have a few moments to process what this will mean for me in a very quick few seconds. 'Now or never got to take these hits or die on my feet.' I put my sword in front of my shield as i activate the strongest sword art i have to try and lessen the blow between the attacks along both of my arms. 'This is either going to be stupid, or work to a part of being a new fighting style.' I swing my sword at every swing of the axe the blade only taking the initial force as i would quickly let it slide off the axe to meet my shield as i would thrust it forward like one would do for shield bashing technique. Trying to force myself to move forward against the man to meet force and emotions with calculated strategy and precision as i look to him cold blue meets the furious red visor of the man. Each blow being met with another as i pulled the same strat of trying to lessen the blows and speed against my shield to adjust it properly with an attack from my sword as i can only wonder how much abuse my weapons can take, and how much his axe can take before showing breaks. Knowing that in terms of pure power i would be slaughtered, knowing that the only reason i can win is because of having allies constantly pushing me forward to get stronger for them, for spending way to much time killing my soul slowly with nonstop questing, and most importantly for being a failure of a friend and sister to not even try to spend time with family.

I do my best to counter each blow that is aimed towards me, but inevitably some blows slam into my armor as i know that would knock me off my feet in any other scenario if it wasn't for stonewall mod as i gaze towards the man as i just do my best to counter more and more. Letting the words that the man speaks roll right off of me as i focus on just blocking and parrying the attacks to be able to stay alive as much as i can taking account of the rather swift depletion of my own energy supply. However, not finding it as pressing as a concern as a DPS would since i just need to sustain with battle healing and mitigation the rest will be handled with time. I don't want others to bow to me i am no queen. I am just a person trying to do right in this world. To lead the ones i care for if they don't know who should be the leader. I'm just protecting my friends and will do anything to protect them even if it means eventually i'll hurt them to do this. I say in a honest tone of voice towards the man the same gently look of blue eyes with a burning determination to never die burning bright right on the surface looking directly into the visor.

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She feels her fist collide against cold steel as she gazes towards the red headed girl as the hood that covers her face drops revealing similar looks towards her sister if it wasn't for the green colored eyes and the height difference and the more child like features that are still present. The girl getting into a hand to hand stance and watches the scythe come down onto her as a slight moment of brevity at the initial swing a slight moment of fear dances across her eyes before it snaps into seriousness as the young martial artist tries to move around the red headed girl to stay close to have an easier time with avoiding the blade of the weapon going for a series of basic attacks quick jabs at the girl's abdominal region and nothing more now knowing ot save her strongest attack for when an actual opportunity arises. You're no queen of anything. Well...okay maybe queen of quick to be a emotional mess. Raven says in a slightly playful tone of voice as she looks towards the red headed girl.

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Her dagger would cut through the man's hand as he tried to grab it. Her eyes would catch his, feeling the massive amount of rage coming from them. Had she not been angry herself she might've been a bit fearful of the look. He would then speak, telling her that she was out of his league. He would then shove on her arm, pushing her back before beginning an assault. The weapon would cut through her body over and over. Gashes would appear over her body, her health dropping quickly. He moved constantly, disallowing a counter attack. The attacks would continue and she would reach the yellow zone of her health. 'How long can he keep this up?' Gritting her teeth, she decided she had one option for escape from the attack and put herself back towards the offensive. Activating the <<Disguise>> skill, her body would become covered in the body of the man in front of her. Her dagger became longer until she held a long sword. With a  longer weapon, she would manage to block one of Itzal's oncoming attacks, giving her the slight moment that he was thrown off of rhythm. Leaping back, she would shed off her disguise, leaving the mere shadow of Itzal behind to be utterly destroyed by the next few of Itzal's attacks.

'My advantage in this is he isn't going to kill me, so I can go all out. He is limiting himself... to an extent' Darting towards the man, she would begin several fast thrusts towards the man, hopefully bringing him back to the defensive. "I don't need to be in your league to beat the crap out of you. Whether or not you beat me, you won't win here today. I will" Throwing all of her energy into final attacks, she would throw herself away from him before darting forward for a charge. When he would expect her to attack straight on, she dart underneath any oncoming counter and move to his backside before focusing everything there. She would get several strikes in before he would be able to do anything to stop her, bringing his health to about 75% with the help of Aereth earlier. Exhausted of energy now, she would attempt to move into a defensive and evasive position. 

The fox would take quick attack after quick attack, the dragon keeping her on the run. Taking another bolt tackle, she would vanish in the dragon's shadow as it moved way, and reappeared in Hidden's. It sat for a short second, but the fighters moved too fast for her to get a constant regeneration from the darkness. She would move out, taking another blast of lightning from Velnia. This time however, the fox managed to get a lucky shot as the dragon tackled, its claws cutting through the dragon leaving some gashes, but still being taken by the full smash of Velnia and hit the ground. She would sit there after then, crouching. The dragon had obviously outmatched her. 

@Itzal

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Itzal lashed out continuously.  Never giving a moment's pause.  He was quickly diminishing her health and soon enough he would begin subduing her with a stun art.  Surprise was the key factor here.  He kept striking, over and over again.  He was caught off guard with her disguise skill but not because she took the shape of him.  He was used to seeing and fighting himself, thanks to his many duels with Ulises.  What caught him off his guard was the additional accuracy the system gave Hidden as a result of activating disguise in the first place.  What surprised him though was that she didn't attack him.  Instead she used the advantage of the change in length of her blade to help block one of his attacks.  He switched hands again and let it glide down her blade before swiping off and curving down into a thrust.  She had gained the time she needed with that block however and managed to leap away before being struck again by Yakimba.  Just as he was about to chase after her, she rushed in, making multiple thrusts in a desperate attempt to harm him.  She told him she didn't need to be in his league to beat the crap out of him.  That regardless of the victor of this duel she would win the day.  However she would notice something.  He did nothing to dodge, block or parry her attacks, taking the full force of her assault.  Instead, he lunged forward and struck her with the pommel of his sword hard enough to knock her to the ground forcefully.  He then thrust his blade into her, the demonic weapon sparking with electricity which coursed through her veins and paralyzed her as a result.  He let go of the hilt and pulled out a pair of hand cuffs.  Something she wouldn't be able to break, and cuffed her hands together.  He then pulled out a spare sword from his inventory and thrust it through one of the chain links.  Holding the cuffs, and by extension Hidden pinned to the ground until further notice.  "Allies in the shadows then.  Got it.  I'll hunt them down too.  You however, can't beat me up.  Even as we speak my health is rising back to maximum, and you didn't even get halfway.  Hidden, you had a lot of potential.  I'm sad to see it wasted.  In the end however, this path was always going to lead to either death, or prison."  Itzal turned to see the Triad, standing there watching.  He pulled out three handcuffs and tossed them at the Triad.  "Save us time and cuff yourselves.  If you don't I'll make you wear them by force..."  

Velnia continued to fight Umbra, scanning her for weak points.  She tried to zap her but the shadow fox darted into...  her shadow?  Velnia blinked, acknowledging that this was new, and looked for the creature.  She saw the thing come out of Hidden's shadow and shot again, being more precise this time.  She rushed in to tackle her and succeeded, but got cut int he process.  Umbra broke off and crouched.  Before the creature could do anything again, Velnia ignited in lightning and began flying in circles around the creature.  The results were such:  The area was lit up like a christmas tree, as Velnia now discovered that she could teleport by jumping into shadows, which was a problem.  And in addition to this, she was also creating a miniature twister with the speed she was flying around in.  With Umbra in the center of this.

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Embers watched her HP bar, and wasn’t entirely surprised when Keres failed to do any real damage to her. Domarus himself had told her Keres was a non-combatant, and focused on other skills rather than combat ones. That would mean a rational brain would simply ignore the other girl until the fight with Raven was over, however, a blood haze was anything but rational is Embers fell into one.

Her attention on Raven, who managed to dodge her strike would have been fine…if Keres had not come out of nowhere and touch her damn noise! A growl escaped Embers lips “Keres, last damn warning before I hurt you!” She yelled at the maid, swinging her Scythe at the maid right before she got out of range and her attack completely missed. “Rowan, take Keres. Keep her the hell off of me!” She ordered her familiar, and the Hawk took to the air to dive-bomb Keres.

However, the distraction from Keres had caused Embers to open herself up, and several of Raven’s punched landed home as Embers realized her Scythe was more of a hurt than a help. The girl, in a swift motion, swung the blade onto her back and caught one of Raven’s punches with her hand.

Embers grinned as she started to crush the other girls hand. Embers knew she wasn’t fast in fights, not compared to Domarus or even Raven. They were just quicker than she was, and she was ok wit that. After all, even Domarus had felt the sheer power that each punch she had contained. And Embers was in no mood to pull her punches. After all, some oppononents might hesitate to punch Raven in account of her looking so similar to Hestia….

“You know Raven, today just isn’t your day. For months, I’ve wanted to fight your sister” She said slowly ignoring what the other girl said. Stick and stones after all...and Embers had every intention to break some bones if it was needed. Licking her lips with excitement as her left hand, her non-natural hand, went to punch the other girl in the stomach. If Raven managed to block the strike, she’d feel the sheer power that was put into the punch. If she managed to dodge it, she’d have to get her other hand out of Embers grip first…

“And you look close enough to her that it’ll count” Embers felt the fire stream through her entire body, her blood accelerating and she knew. She knew was close to becoming what everyone around her thought she was. A wild animal, a hunter. A blood haze was rushing towards her, and Embers made no attempt to stop it as she took a strong kick at Raven.

 

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Domarus had in fact used sword arts originally.  However his rage had become so great he switched to simply lashing out in whatever seemed natural and right in that moment.  Sometimes it was a sword art, and sometimes it wasn't.  And while Hestia had been right in that his energy was quickly running out, there was one factor that neither her nor cardinal had taken into account:  The mind ran on adrenaline, and that adrenaline was translating into the game.  While it didn't recharge his energy, it kept Domarus going and pushing as if his energy and strength had doubled.  His sword arts would not function once he hit zero of course, but that would never stop the player from lashing out at Hestia.  He felt her give way to his next blow which immediately triggered a reaction in him, causing him to push forward and keep attacking.  Never backing up or letting up.  His focus was not on his health, he didn't care about that right now.  All of his hatred, his wrath, all of his pain he was pinning on one target.  And that was Hestia.  She told him to let loose his anger in this fight and he was doing just that.  His father.  His tortured childhood.  Being motherless.  Being isolated and alone.  His only friend only there because she wanted the pain he unleashed.  His goals so far out of reach.  Hopes of having a family, even a broken one, vanishing before his eyes.  All of the emotions buried deep within him exploding in this one fight.  His entire life bursting out, not like a dam breaking, but like hell broke out from inside the earth, and was now laying waste to the surface world. 

Domarus heard her words.  That she did in fact regret bringing them.  That she had wanted it to be a one on one fight.  Domarus responded not with words, but with a roar of rage, releasing a sword art on her.
    
"THEN THEY WILL DIE ALONG WITH YOU!!!"  This time when he attacked her, it was different.  With each swing he made she used her sword, as well as her own sword art, to parry each swing he made onto her shield.  This not only protected her, but also dealt damage against Domarus himself.  Some of the blows she made and managed to strike his armor, and to his shock had managed to crack it.  When he struck at her shield, her thorns had managed to shatter his left shoulder piece which sent him into another spiked rage.  With this increased adrenaline his last strike from the sword art managed to hit her and her armor, which would have knocked her far away if it weren't for her mod.  Even as the light from the sword art ended he continued to attack.  He heard her next words, and what she wanted to do.  His visor flashed yet again as he activated Screw Dimension, consuming the last of his energy as he bashed against her with all his strength.  Not even trying to hit her at this point, only trying to bash her into the ground through sheer force.
    
"THEY DON'T WANT OUR HELP!!  THEY DON'T WANT TO BE SAVED!  OR LED!  OR FREED!  THEY LET THEIR PRIDE RULE OVER THEM!!  THEY'RE ALL MAGGOTS!!!!  WORTHLESS IDIOTS WHO DON'T GIVE A D**N ABOUT THOSE AROUND THEM!!!  ONLY ABOUT THEMSELVES!!"  He slammed his ax down on her, and regardless of whether it was her sword or shield, his ax would snap in two.  The blade shattering into shards and the handle falling apart in two split pieces before it crystallized and perished.  However Domarus didn't stop.  He reached over to grab her and attempted to tear past her shield in the attempts to knee her in the stomach and knock her into the ground with as much force as he could muster.  Even if he couldn't he'd make every attempt to strike her, speaking in between strikes.  If given the opportunity he'd use his legs as much as his arms.  "Everyone USES you!  No one CARES for you!  All they WANT from you!  Is what you can PROVIDE THEM!  They ACT like they care!  But in the end they only leave you HELPLESS!  BROKEN!  ALONE!"

 

Keres chuckled at Raven's words before she dodged Ember's most recent attack and heard her threat. 
     "Aww, come on auntie Embers~  After all we've been through?"  When Rowan came charging at Keres, the bird would be intercepted by something:  A flaming snake would shoot out from the shadows, suddenly for the first time in forever, in combat mode.  The familiar ignited into flames, spikes coming out from it's spine as it bit into the bird and ripped at it's wings before letting go.  The serpent would be in defensive mode, ready to dodge and counter the bird whenever it could.  All the while covered tip to tail in active flames.  Keres giggled. 
    
"I always did like your bird, it's so cute~"  She rushed over to Embers again and gave her a kiss on the cheek before dodging her yet again.  "Just like you when you're angry~"

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