Saga: Unleash the Beast

[Garoten Reklor]

((Sorry for the excessively short post, but I'm extremely busy this week...))

Falkan was crouched, ready to launch another blistering, yet hopeless attack when Dramanius' hostages took matters into their own hands. It was good for them to have done so, as Reval's last threat was no bluff. In his current state, he had no interest in saving anyone...only destroying. When Dramanius was suddenly hurled in the air, the shadow that remained of Falkan's consciousness protested even while his body launched into the Icy Prison technique. Within seconds a sphere formed around the former Will of Chaos, and then imploded violently, driving itself into Dramanius' body. Another ridiculously powerful blast was formed in Falkan's palms to finish the job when the reality of the situation finally sank in to the V'alcan's dulled intellect...

Dramanius was floating above the battlefield, bruised, cut, crushed and even impaled by a sword, and not striking back...he was no longer a threat, and thus no longer worthy of being the object of the V'alcan Warrior's rage. The darkness surrounding Falkan Reval slowly faded, the wind died, and his hair faded to its normal color and length, but the eyes still glowed blue, though not as brightly as before, for another moment. Falkan dropped to his knees and looked around in apparent confusion before the light in his eyes faded completely.

He remained there on his knees, his mouth moving as if forming words, but making no sound. Finally the Lone V'alcan Warrior looked down and slowly picked up Rhiannon from where he had dropped the blade before, a faint recognition in his eyes...then he fell face forward and stopped moving alltogether.

[Ryan - Loki]

(OOC: I’ve got Kihaku’s permission to do what I’m about to do in this thread, and seeing as no one else has done it yet I don’t see why I can’t ;D)

Hardly even a second after Ryan’s words left his mouth he could feel something strange within the very fabric of the surroundings, not that the realm that they were in wasn’t strange enough on it’s own, at any rate Ryan was almost certain that he was not the only one who could feel it; something was happening.

Beneath everyone’s feet an incredibly large ring, bright purple in colour, began to glow, pulsating with power. With each passing second from that moment onwards loud explosions and noise of debris crashing against each other began to grow louder as the walls between the strange Chaos realm and the realm of Dragonia began to weaken exponentially; it was the only coherent explanation, then again the laws of logic had been pushed to their limits over the last forty-eight hours.

Ryan had not originally noticed the large pulsating, purple circle upon the floor - as hard a feat as that may seem to be - it wasn’t until a large six-pointed star shot about within the centre of the circle that Ryan finally noticed that was happening beneath everyone’s feet. Something told him that Dramanius’ tyranny was almost at an end. With a blast of indigo light Dramanius’ power seemingly faded, all of the copies that he had control over suddenly lifted their head and spoke in unison. Ryan, and everyone else for that matter, remained completely still and silent as they became mere onlookers, their parts in this tale done for the moment.

Dramanius was clearly shocked at the sudden change to the flow of the battle, his hostages becoming his undoing, and his screams of complaint were clear showings of this. Completely unexpectedly, even to Ryan, Kihaku’s arm and he grabbed Dramanius by the throat, cutting his complaints short.

By the powers of Chaos begot, by the powers of mortals, undone. these words rung out through the silent realm, strong and omnipotent sounding even. Ryan knew then that those words he would not forget for a very long time, perhaps never. Either way as soon as the words had been spoken Dramanius was sent flying high into the air of the battlefield, his body limp and almost lifeless in appearance.

Ryan stood there, merely watching his body fall through the air as suddenly the young one known as Jimmy suddenly launched his sword through the air. The blade quickly came upon it’s target, piercing through the front of his chest before exploding out of his back and lodging itself, skewering Dramanius in midair. The young man known as Cham was next on the attack. Lunching himself through the air, rather than the sword within his grasp, Cham came within reach of Dramanius before unleashing a deadly slash with his sword. Within quick succession of this Falkan, possibly the physically largest of the group, was next to attack. Within seconds an icy sphere had been created around Dramanius, and within less than another second it had imploded upon the tyrant, razor sharp shards of ice piercing his body from all sides, yet still Dramanius had not been destroyed.

It was at this point that Dramanius’ body finally made it’s slow decent back down to the ground below. Although his body moved slowly in its decent, it was by no means elegant, as he flopped down upon his knee not too far in front of the group, the four Chaos Spirits now behind him. His body was still weak and extremely limp, Dramanius barely able to lift his head as he attempted to look at the group of warriors that had helped defeat him and destroy his plans.

Ryan was still stood out in front of the group, swaying somewhat as he still attempted to fight a somewhat losing battle with the physical pain that his body had been forced to go through. Slowly but surely he staggered off towards Dramanius, the tip of the Reaver within his one good hand dragging across the floor as he did so, stopping only once he was directly in front of Dragonia’s resent hurt.

“Dramanius…” Ryan begun, muttering as he hardly even had the strength to stand let alone talk. Dramanius slowly rolled his head round to look up at Ryan, their eyes meeting exactly how Ryan had hoped they would. Looking past his battered and bruised body, and the shards of ice protruding out from with his face, Ryan stared deeply into Dramanius’ eyes, piercing his very soul. Ryan had hoped to find some inner-solace, some good within the man of evil deeds, at least a reason behind all the pain, death and destruction he had caused, but alas, he found only hatred and fear.

“…You have been weighed…” Ryan almost stumbling to the side as he spoke. “…You have been measured…” he said as he slowly placed his blades edge against the side of Dramanius’ neck. “…And you have been found wanting…” With that said he lifted his right arm back, the one that held the Reaver, high and to the right side of his head. “May the Elder God’s have mercy upon your soul and grant you the honour in death that you lacked in life, if that is what they so wish…”

Using all of his weight to help him swing his blade, mainly due to the fact that his left arm was incapacitated, Ryan swung the Reaver and clean sliced through Dramanius’ neck. Slowly his limp body gave way and fell forward, his head falling from atop his neck in the process and rolling away from his body, in-between Ryan’s legs. Ryan, unbalanced due to the swing of his blade, stumbled to the side, away from Dramanius’ body, before falling backwards and landing on his posterior and laying back upon the floor. He took a deep breath as he cradled his left arm with his right. “It has been done…it is over….”

[kihaku]

The three Chaos Spirits made no movements once the onslaught upon the limp form began, not even the youthful Reiaz flinching as each successive attack brought upon hazes of pain on another living soul, blood spattering into the air, leaving a grizzly trail right up to the now headless body of his fallen commrade. With his blood now spurting rhythmically onto the ground, the pulsating stream of dark crimson slowed as his heart began to cease beating his lifeblood, right up until the organ finally quit in its futile effort.

When all was quite across the ring of death and destruction, the overcast, iron-grey sky finally opened up a little, just enough to let a shaft of light fall across the three spirits. They all looked up into the light, and found, not the bright ball of the sun, but a form descending from upon high, large bird-like wings letting him descend gracefully, arms outstretched and legs together in an almost crucifix-like pose. He continued to drop, until he hovered twenty feet above the ground, smiling at the trio.

Kihaku didn't smile back. "About bloody time." Elena instantly fwapped him with the back of her hand, giving the large man a mean look before turning a smile back onto the winged figure.

"Hey Michael."

"Our dissolution was inevitable. You now have new roles on this planet, and I have too in Heaven. Dramanius's soul now descends to Hell as a post welcomed individual, and now I return to my home. I come to bid you a final farewell, since we were so rudely interrupted in the first place." Elena nodded sagely, though the two males made no movement. "I am now the Chaos Angel of Holy Alignment... and Dramanius, though no longer on the mortal plane, is now Chaos Lord of Hellish Alignment. I pray that none of you shall join him."

Without another word, Kihaku withdrew a familiar object from his pocket, a white glass trinket with the symbol for "Ying" on it. With a gentle toss, it neatly struck Michael upon the chest, and he disappeared in a burst of blinding white light. Instantly, the clouds vanished, the indigo ring faded from sight, and in that immense two-mile diameter, lush grasses suddenly sprang from the oddly now-loamy soil, right up to the cliffs, surf crashing loudly against them.

The white light didn't fade though, as it slowly moved across the battlefield healing wounds. Kilix would be good as new, and Ryan would find himself just as amibdextrous as before, though now his left arm would forever have a long, thin white scar. Then, just as easily as it had come, it was gone, a gentle coastal breeze caressing every face and body, bringing salty sea air back to the once-lifeless arena.

All stood in wonderment of the change to the landscape, all but three. Already, though the battle was barely minutes done, good-byes were being said. Elena and Reiaz were embracing one another, tears welling in the little boy's eyes. "Please don't forget about me?"

"Never have, never will, booger." When they parted, Reiaz slowly faded from existence, his smiling, tearful form disappearing from view as he shifted from the mortal realm, to the OtherRealm, forever its faithful guardian. Elena sniffled and wiped her nose on her guantlet, turning to Kihaku with a most accusitorial face. "And what are you going to do now, hm? You gonna pick on that farm-boy of yours some more?"

Kihaku remained silent within the gloom of his hood, his black-gloved right hand slowly spinning the Ying Talisman on his palm, sunlight glinting brilliantly from its surface. With calm motions, he reached up and lowered his hood, his gaunt features and pale skin contrasting eerily from his bright crimson eyes and rusty hair.

"No... he's no farm boy anymore. He's stronger than we know... a healer who can hold his own in a fight... which was the only thing I set out to do." He turned his face slightly to Elena, her face starting to soften as this unexpected show of tenderness ruffled her expectations of the usually stoic individual. "I only took him on as an apprentice because he has potential. I was never going to stay with him forever... but neither did I expect to actually care about him."

They continued to stare at one another before she nodded knowingly, and the pair started to trudge forward to the young man. They seemed oddly paired, Elena and Kihaku. A young, beautiful woman walking just as proudly and confidently as the seven foot tall, power-laden man next to her. Upon reaching Cham, they looked at one another expectantly, before Kihaku spoke up.

"Let's go somewhere to rest. I hear Lavertia has some rather nice places to sleep and eat." Without another word, Kihaku turned on the spot and rose up into the air. Elena sidled up next to Cham, got his attention with a soft nudge to his shoulder with her own, smiled at him, took his arm with hers, and they followed Kihaku together in a companionable silence to Lavertia, leaving the lush greenland behind them without a backwards glance.

The Beast was dead and buried, and Dragonia was once again safe... for now.

[dimitri]

From one second to the next, he went from preparing to regret laying down his arms to enjoying a scenic light show that resulted in Dramanius' demise. He could see his body floating in the air powerless and while watching the three Chaos spirits and now Cham with their same kind of aura, it seemed that all was at that eerie state of peace again. He could never honestly say that there was a full peace when there were so many people he had this feeling weren't all right in the head, to put it nicely. But as long as they didn't pull what Dramanius just did and try to destroy the planet and all, he could just let them be, to a certain extent anyway.

He surveyed the area now and watched all the warriors who had come out to stop this force that threatened their home again. Most of them were at a loss for words, but so far didn't exactly seem to be rejoicing in the victory either. Most of them had some other things on their mind apparently, or were not satisfied with how the battle ended he imagined. After all, nobody really got the kill per say. Certain events unfolded that resulted in the end of the battle, but it seemed more like a treaty from major powers to end a war than the death of a leader. All bitterness aside though, he was glad to have lived another day and survived another battle.

As he continued to survey, he noticed his dear brother stumbling about after his bout with his ultima copy. It took a lot out of him and he was clearly worn out from the battle. He knew the feeling of fighting one's self in a heated battle and knew that he would need to be there to lift him up again. After you conquer yourself, the days just seem easier, since you will never have to face yourself again. He placed Luciendar back into its clip like sheath and made his way over to his brother.

"You always have to put on the big show, don't you," he laughed as he approached him. "You don't always have to be the last man standing, my brother, you just have to play your part. We are all part of their grand scheme and we're just lucky enough to be in good favor with them through your father and my family line." He held out a hand for his brother to help him back up onto his feet and offered his shoulder to lean on so he could still be standing at the end of the battle. "But it never hurts to be the last ones standing."

[Ryan - Loki]

Ryan breathed in deeply, breath after breath, allowing the oxygen to rush into his lungs and flow around his body. If he wasn’t only twenty years of age, almost twenty-one in fact, then he would have sworn he was getting too old for the life that Dragonia seemed to hold for a warrior of truth and justice such as himself. Perhaps it wasn’t that he was too old, or even getting too old, but that he was merely too young to be burdened with the task of protecting, and helping to protect, an entire planet. Either way it mattered not, he had been granted life, twice, in comparison the cost was miniscule. Even if he hadn’t been tasked with the protection of the planet, his nature would have strived for him to do so anyway; he was a samurai, and a good person, he would always throw himself to the hazard.

He could have easily lost himself within his mind at this point, slowly slipping closer and closer into an unconscious state, more than likely due to the injuries he had sustained, when a faint yet familiar voice brought him back to reality. Rolling around in their sockets his eyelids slowly opened, a Dimitri silhouette standing above him talking to him. He couldn’t help but crack a smile and laugh, despite managing a cough at the same time.

“Ah you know me my brother…I just have to save the day.” noticing that Dimitri had extended his arm to help him up Ryan moved his left shoulder forward to extend his arm and take Dimitri’s hand; it wasn’t long before Ryan noticed his arm had not extended. Glancing to the side at his arm he realised that he had attempted to extend his still lifeless arm, if it was going to be like this for a while then he’d have to start getting used to not using it.

With a slight sigh Ryan turned his head back towards his brother and extended his good arm, taking his brother by the hand and pulling himself, with Dimitri’s help, up onto his feet. “Things should slowly return back to normal upon Dragonia now…we were lucky that this threat was contained and dealt with before it came a full-scale problem as the war had done…” he said, placing his good arm around Dimitri’s shoulder to support himself as they began to move. “Let us just hope that Dragonia remains peaceful…although I doubt such wishes will come true… ”