Reuniting A Kingdom Part 2: Tundra Tussle (OPEN)

[Mari]

“You’re very sweet to say such things, Angelique but unless something unforeseen happens I think I shall be fine.” Mari assured the other woman mentally as she looked over the battlefield ahead of her. It saddened her to see these two species fighting but war had always been the constant with most races and today was no exception. Striding forward she found herself pulled up short by a young woman who seemed calm and collected given the current situation.

The irony of both women telling her the same thing was not lost on Mari, “So I’ve been told but your commander saw fit to bring me into a war zone. I am trying to return to my family if you please.” Mari’s tone was as polite as if she was telling someone she didn’t want a cucumber sandwich at a tea party. Indeed as she spoke she continued to move forward towards whichever of her family was closest at the time. She paused long enough to fire another sigal into the air to calm those around her so she could continue to pass by and the aura that was projected out from the energy burst had many standing aside for her. Some even gave her what resembled a roman salute as she passed and she nodded politely. Moving ever forward, one calm step after another even as vampires and dragons died around her. It wasn’t that she didn’t care as much as she knew if she didn’t recall Vlad to himself his PTSD would likely leave none alive.

She was very vexed at Samael at this moment in time. If she had seen him she might have been tempted to kick him in the shin for causing so much destruction. It was unconscionable and irreverent to the lives he held in his sway. He had brought death to his people and then grew angry when it answered. She’d seen many men like him fall. No doubt he and Vlad would come to bad ends because of this. It made her sad to think of it and she hoped she would be able to mitigate some of it.

Seeing Angelique Mari smiled, “Ahhh there you are! I am glad you made it to me unharmed. I was beginning to worry. Have no fear Angelique I am well. This young lady has offered to assist us. Now, shall we meet Vlad or Ingeras? I’m uncertain which would be the best course and I do not wish to get in the way of artillery should it be incoming.”

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Minerva was far from calm and collected, but she had always been a good actress. Her mind was a storm of emotions that rushed through her, fighting for dominance. Her eyes went to Marina when she heard what she said. "My Commander? Do you mean Samael?" She asked, as she frowned a little.  She knew that he was responsible for this, but the details of this war were still things that seemed like a distant memory, instead of happening right now and right here. "Samael, is not my Commander. I mean, he technically is, but I don't always have to listen to everything he says." She said, as she smiled a bit and looked at her. Technically, it was the truth. Officially, she was something of a 'willing prisoner'. Even if she did see her father as her Commander. He was her father and she knew well enough to listen to him. It was better for everyone. Though, she wasn't sure if she was supposed to be completely loyal to him or not. As of yet, she decided to play it safe and put it on 50/50.

Her eyes followed the signal that was fired in the sky, before she looked back at the woman and then followed her, deciding to keep her safe for now. She was sure she would hear about it later, but for now, she didn't even really care. She pulled a face at the people that were saluting Marina, thinking they were a little over-enthusiastic. As amazing as Marina could be, she doubted that the whole world would pass aside for her when she was walking. Some used to do so for her father in the future and some even for her and she hated every single part of it. She didn't want to be seen as some higher power and found it odd when other people were totally fine with it. "You seem to be well-collected as people are dying around you. Well, I suppose not people, but vampires and dragons. And you still seem very eager to make it to Vlad." She said drily, nonchalantly, as if talking about the weather. 

She looked at the other woman, not really paying too much attention to her, but at least glad she now knew the girl's name. 'Angelique', she would remember that. When she heard what Marina said, meaning her, she smiled. Young girl? She thought, as she looked at both. "Well, young girl isn't exactly true. I am after all a dragon. But point taken anyhow, I'm probably a young girl to your standards anyway and it's not really important." She said drily, as she waved it off instantly. 

[Adam]

Samael felt the force of his aero-sphere knock him and the assassin back against two, separate walls. As he arose, another warrior stood in between him and the would-be assassin. Using the Code of the Dragon Warrior, the young man requested to take Samael’s place, so that the Hun’Drog could at last fight Vlad. Before Samael could ask the warrior’s name, the assassin spoke and, urging the warrior to let her fight him instead, even going as far as to call Samael cowardly if he did not challenge her. Catching Samael’s attention, he telekinetically lifted the girl off of her feet and into the air. Approaching silently, he glared with wrath in his eyes at the werewolf, “The only reason why I am allowing this warrior to take my place, is because if I do not fight Vlad now, more will die if I do not,” he spoke hotly to the girl, “learn your place, pup. At my feet.” Samael dropped her from a height that would allow her to fall back on her feet as he left the Cave. He knew that the Ice Dragons had to be watching the scene, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before they assisted in helping the rest of their kind.


As much as Samael despised the idea of leaving a fight unfinished, he knew that the real challenge in all of this was Vlad. As powerful a fighter as the assassin may have been, if she was truly an equal as she wanted Samael to believe, then Vlad would have been assassinated, himself. “When you are done here, find me.” Samael spoke to the dragon that walked in before telekinetically calling his sword back to his own hand, and leaving the enclosure of the Caverns to face Vlad.

Samael charged his way around the corridor, hoping that he was not too late to join in on the fight. As he reached the surface, Samael watched as the battle raged on. When a vampire fell, so did a dragon, however, Vlad had managed to also raise the dragons that fell. Samael was only top side for a few seconds before he heard a loud, booming voice call out his name. Drawing his sword again, Samael charged outwards towards the Encampment, finding neither Minerva, nor Isolde in sight. Running to the tent holding the prisoners, he was not surprised to not find them there, however, the bigger surprise came from the moment he saw him across the distance. The Vampire King stood mere yards from him as Samael looked at him with rage in his eyes.

“In the name of the innocents that have fallen to your kind, and the demonic hordes that ally with you, I will strike you down!” Samael barked, raising his sword and gazing into Vlad’s eyes.

[Seth]

Seth stood in silence as he waited his King’s order. Although, not officially affilated under Samael, by his father’s blood, Samael was the natural leader of Dragons, and thus of Seth as well. As the assassin spoke, calling Samael a coward, Seth was not surprised by the King’s actions. Although displaying power, it was not something the werewolf could not get out of. Yet, Samael released her just like that as well, allowing her to live to fight honorably against an opponent more worthy. “You will not have Samael’s head this day,” Seth remarked, holding out his spear to prevent her from passing him to get to Samael.

Seth had only ever fought one werewolf, and its strength and agility were impressive, even against Seth. He recalled how agile it was, and how quick it moved, recalling the reflexes as almost perfect in a way. Its claws were at least strong enough to scratch Seth, but it had to strike Seth in the same place three times, if its claws were to break skin. This was a mere common wolf, whereas Seth looked at this woman, and knew that she was not an amateur assassin. She managed to sneak past possibly one of the greatest warriors of dragon-kind, almost managed to kill an Elder Ice Dragon, whose species were as elusive as you can get, and even managed to enter this warded place. She was no amateur, and even if Samael would not admit it, Seth could see that she had potential, possibly even the best potential to keep up with Samael in combat, if his legends were held any truth. “Make no mistake, that I take great honor in this,” Seth said, with a quick tilt of his forehead in a sign of respect, “and I ask that you do not take the King’s departure as a sign of cowardice, but more will die if he does not challenge Vlad now. Whatever the cause of this war, it has started, and must be seen to an end.”

The point of this war was beyond even Seth’s reasoning. The vampires had done much to his people by slaughtering them, kidnapping them for brutal interrogation, torture, and even rumors of experimentations upon. However, Samael did not need the others either. “Do not mistake what I say though, for it is not beyond me the factors within this war, assassin,” Seth spoke first as he circled her with spear and axe in hand, “however, you and I both know that the demonic and vampiric presence in these lands have gone on long enough. A message had to be sent, or would you rather Samael assassinated her instead?”

He could make no mistake, no opening for her to strike. He had to move as flawlessly as she did in order to get this far to Samael. To mistake her for anymore than a mere nuisance would be his undoing. Still, he scanned to ensure what he would do next would give her no advantage to the surface.

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Angelique felt quite a bit of frustration, if she was truly being honest, when it came to Mari's apparent stubbornness about this being exactly where she had to be and to continue the search for her family. She was not going to go in against her, she was just happy that she was now here to protect her with everything she had, and she wasn't sure about this other girl, but she seemed to have quite the skills hidden away, so she hoped that if it came down to it, she'd help her protect Mari if necessary.

When she greeted her, Angelique shortly put a hand on Mari's shoulder and smiled a little, nodding relived to see her, then narrowedh er eyes seconds after, listening to her question about which way they should probably go in first. She didn't want to think biased about this, but judging by what she had seen and the situation of things, not to mention what she had picked up in the distance, she figured that finding Ingeras would be a safer bet in more ways than one, than to go right for Vlad who was more focused on fighting his battle.

All Angelique could make up from the girl that there was something off about her, and that she didn't get the whole picture of her by a long shot, even though this wasn't the time for that at all, she couldn't help it, lsitening to her words, and also the way she seemed to actually care if Mari was kept safe or not. It was nice for a change to actually have someone saying the same thing to the Queen as she was, not that it helped against her stubborn tendencies and will.

She looked surprised when the girl went into Mari again to her use of calling her a 'young girl' and then chuckled softly and slightly to her words. "I suppose that at this stage, compared to her, we are all young girls." She said, shrugging a little, but then ketp her eyes on the other girl curiously, as if she was asking her mentally what her name was then, thinking it was at least fair to know that, now that she also knew her name.

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Agatha knew damn well how risky her words against Samael were, she had read enough about Dragon customs to know how her words probably were possibly lethal to herself, but no matter how others kept putting it, she didn't believe for a second that this war would be any less bloody if Samael and Vlad actually got to fighting, with both of their powers and the armies around them, there was no way she could see that turning into something better than how this was already starting to turn into. When she felt how he suddenly lifted her off her feet, she narrowed her eyes, giving him a fierce look back, taking in his words as he said them to her. "Both of you keep lying to yourself about this, but I won't!" She almost hissed at him, before she landed on her feet and growled as she looked up in his direction while he was leaving the cave. She quickly grabbed one of her blades, scratching her poison claws along it clearly, leaving quite a bit of the poison on it, before she got up to her feet, then threw it after Samael. She might not be able to finish this fight, but no way was she going to let him end it without even a scratch.

She made sure she used the moment that Samael spoke so simply to Seth, to throw another one, lower past Seth, wanting to make extra use of the few seconds extra that he was within reach, before she knew she would have to focus on the other warrior, still being quite sure that she did not see any real point in fighting him. She turned her head when Seth told her she would not have Samael's head today, and even though she had no idea if either of the two blades had hit him, she knew the odds were there, so she smiled just a little bit. "Perhaps not, but he will not have an easy time either." She told him, before she changed her posture, cocking her head to the side as she looked at him, took in every of his movements, as it was more than obvious he was trying to keep his movements as flawless as hers, trying to make sure he didn't give her an opening to attack him.

"Hmpf, you take great honor in fighting for a man that is only interested with his own power, with his own people and thinks the rest of the people on this world can just burn? Or just belong at his feet?" Agatha asked him, with a frown on her face, using Samael his own words against him after he had said it to her like that, thinking that there was a clear lack of respect from his side eventually. At least, she saw it that way,s ince there was no way in hell that she was ever going to think that her place was at his feet, or anyone's feet for that matter.

She frowned and quickly shook her head when she heard what Seth said after that and looked at him in disbelief, if this was truly, really what he believed would be the case. "Look at yourself, how convinced you say this... How can you not see it? See that this fight with them will not end it, it will only progress it!" She told him, her eyes narrowing and her expression becoming more fierce again, not being able to understand how he couldn't see that being a very likely option as well, more likely than it just suddenly putting a stop to it.

She hated how right he was in his words about the demons, the vampires, the way she instantly had to think of Jon to begin with who was just playing every side he could, just trying to expand his power-base and make sure that he could spread the vampires even more, make them even stronger, more deadly. She bit her lip, before she shook herh ead, not having really given him space to attack her either, even in her train of thought. "My biggest regret right now is that I didn't get a chance to assassinate him sooner!" She told him, jumping forward for a moment, faking an attack, then ducking under it, to roll past him and then lash out at him with her claws to his side, trying to stay away and under his spear and axe, showing him how fast she could be.

She definitely wasn't trying to make her attacks lethal against him, even with his blind view on all of this, she still thought there was more to him than deserving to be one of her targets, so she mostly just attacked him to try and weaken him enough so she might be able to get past him, as she figured that him giving up for one was something quite unlikely to happen. She had to try and make it somewhat quick though, as she definitely still felt and realized that she was still bleeding from her side.

[Katya Drăculea]

Once more she left everything behind but this time she had no intention of running. There was a larger plan at work here and she needed to find Ingeras through the chaos. Despite what she knew of him she also knew that this was the only way she would get close enough to her father. In his blood lust there was no way she would approach him directly- it was likely that he would slay her too at this point. The boy was the only way to pin point the location of the beast and try to cut it's head off once and for all. Today would be the day she ascended to what rightfully belonged to her she would tell herself, over and over.

As she made her way through the field yet another odd sensation came to her. It was familiar as always but she did not understand how he managed to find her here. The more she thought about it the more she realized that in this madness if he could find her then so too could his family find him. Katya underestimated the tracking power of demons before, feeling that whatever spells she had were adequate in slowing them down but now she was unsure. Holding her side, she only replied at first to his arrival by coughing which would release blood that sizzled and burned the ground.

"Need to find.. Ingeras." she said to him as she wiped away the blood remaining on her face. Where it burned the flesh she started to heal from the wound. "Everything seems to have accelerated and I need to take my father down now. This is the only time they are both vulnerable; it will be the scene of a strange accident." she said. She would conjure enough undead creatures to her side to serve as a guard along the way and with them she would lay waste to those she sought. No one from that wretched family of hers would escaped beyond her mother.

Instead of running she pointed towards the guards following the illusion. "We will actually follow them until we arrive. Cloak us with your illusions, we'll have the element of surprise." she said as she waited for him to do it. Swiftly she followed along behind her "rescuers" and used their over zealous joy against them. They believed they were bringing home the princess but instead they were bringing a dagger to place into the backs of their leaders.

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Sedaiyus raised a brow as Katya insisted on pushing up her goals. She sought to eliminate her brother and her father right here this day. Sedaiyus knew this was unwise, Vlad was more than Katya could handle even at her best, couple in a struggle with Ingeras and she stood little chance. With his help there was a chance she would at least survive but Sedaiyus didn't desire her brother dead nor was he blind to the fact that Vlad had other opponents in mind on this battle field. Sedaiyus was not comfortable with Katya's physical state either, she was young and impatient, flooded with the heat of battle things were not ideal by any means. But Sedaiyus smiled and with a wave of his hand Katya, himself, and her risen force were clouded in the sea of engaged troops. They appeared to be no more than a group of battling vampire and dragons in an ocean of battling vampire and dragons. "As you wish."

Sedaiyus moved along side Katya following behind the vampire soldiers. He looked concerningly at Katya wondering what he could do to prevent an inevitable catastrophic failure of this brash plan of hers. It wasn't like Sedaiyus was against the rebellious nature, the pursuit of freedom from domineering parents, and understood having siblings that were just always in the way. But Sedaiyus understood the difference between reckless negligence of consequences and suicide. You wouldn't see Sedaiyus hunting down his mother on the battlefield no matter how much he wanted her dead because he knew even with the power of a god what might happen. Sedaiyus wasn't scared of Vlad but this was in reference to Vlad hurting him not Katya. Sedaiyus couldn't give Katya what she wanted and keep her safe. "You know you don't have to be so hastily, love. Perhaps you can take care of your brother then wait until after the battle to target your father when his enemies have weakened him and his powers are spent some and you have had time to recover more yourself. I am with you what ever you decide but you do have more time than you realize." Sedaiyus chuckled lightly at his sentiment "I am sorry darling, I am being foolish, I just don't find any pleasure in you getting hurt is all. But I do not desire to tread upon your dreams either, let us make haste after all."

[Isolde]

From the way he responded it was as she feared when she gazed upon him. This was Nergal reborn into a perverted form of his true self. The monster was so overwhelmed by vengeance thanks to her brothers actions that he summoned something more monstrous than himself. She could scarce believe what she was experiencing and the chill down her spine filled her with dread. While she would fight valiantly to defend country, home and her people she was not entirely herself right now. Those who saw her in a fight knew that she never faltered nor hesitated. Right now she was hesitating, unsure how to feel about what she was seeing.

On top of her own hesitation he was strong, not just physically, she could feel herself being depleted. From just contact with him she felt as if her very essence, all of the energy within her being was being siphoned. She was powerless to stop his psychic attacks as she tried to defend against the physical. This was not an ability he had while he was a live- by some manner of unholy magic Vlad managed to make him even more powerful. As she smashed him into the ground, it seemed that he was more amused than wounded by her show of force. It only made sense that in this form he did not truly suffer from physical pain the way they might.

"He is safe from you! You should be in the Abyss where your kind belongs!" she roared. She wanted to snap at his flesh but she knew better than that. Consuming the dead was a painful gambit; often they carried a plague within them far greater. If she were to devour any part of him she would doom herself to the fate of the brothers and sisters around her that were now zombies for lack of a better term. As she pressed her clawed foot down into him further, she twisted yet found it did very little to lessen the drain upon her. She could not fight him, only Samael could and he was nowhere to be found. Blinking her eyes, she tried to clear the haze that was slowly overcoming her.

"I see you still have your tricks, too afraid to fight on a level playing field." she spat venomously. As she shouted at him in her rage, she unleashed a blast of fire meant to consume him. She doubted however that he would just lay there and take it with her strength rapidly fading away from her. She had to think of something fast yet she had no allies she could count on to speak of given her personality.

[Vlad Drăculea]

Limbs flew all around him, his massive scythe spinning about him like a furious tornado of ancient steel. Nothing that stood before him lived for very long when it faced him yet the dragons tried to slow him with all they had. There was only one man here who could slow the death march and he seemed to be willing to let his men die for him. Each stroke of the scythe only served to further frenzy the reaper as he moved at a slow walk through the battlefield. They would all come to him as they sensed his beacon so he had no need for haste in this situation. Lost in an ocean of death his main objective had started to drift from him and he was simply lost in the glory of the moment.

His mantle pressed down on him hard, crying out for souls and the more he claimed the hungry they became. It started to claim him entirely, ruling his mind as the battle raged on and made his true mind hard to pinpoint. For those trying to communicate with him that would find that they could not hear his thoughts. Yet for his wife who held the power of empathy she would feel everything around him. The fear, the pain and torment of those he left on the ground bleeding out missing limbs. It was an overwhelming feeling to try and sense death; reaching out to him would have triggered such a reaction.

Then above all other sounds he heard it, though before he heard it he felt the power. The man who stood before him- hardly a man at all. The power inside of him was of the gods, divine in essence and radiating it's strength to Vlad. His eyes closed for a moment as he drank in the battle that was most likely playing out in their minds as they stared one another down. So many would die in the midst of this conflict- those who did not leave the field would be destroyed if they were near the conflict. As Samael raised his sword to Vlad, the reaper simply stared back with no intention of sparking the conflict which was inevitable.

"There is no such thing as an innocent. We are all tainted from the moment we draw breath. Do not fret, I have spared them a terrible fate. Your soul will not be so lucky." he warned. He was the gateway, the ferryman and he chose where to take the soul when it was destroyed. This soul in particular would go nowhere, lost to the world beyond recovery he would be certain of that. Vlad would trap his soul somewhere in between. "We can settle this now, on this very field if you desire." he offered. With a sweeping gesture the corpses all around him, he reanimated them and forced them to form a circle around them.

"It's your move." he said simply.

[Ingeras Drăculea]

Brother? Ingeras thought as he heard his mother’s reply at last. It was no surprise that once again, his mother held another secret to share. The woman constantly spoke a good game of goodness, and love and trust, and yet she was an ocean world of secrets in Ingeras’ eyes. To her, he had a half-brother, but to Ingeras, no angel was his kin. He was a Royal of Sylthanis first and foremost. Ingeras only half listened to what she said about the doctor and his location. He would have men retrieve his mother’s doctor shortly, but could have cared less what the human did this time. It was only through his mother’s wishes that he even lived. He would be recovered soon enough.

Ingeras looked to the sky and watched as his mother’s sigil shine bright in the skies, blinding the young Prince momentarily before his eyes adjusted to the light. Taking haste, Ingeras was charging through the battling hordes before hearing his father shout the name of their enemy, in an act to call him out. It only disappointed Ingeras that he would not be able to witness the entire glory of his father’s might against the foolish Dragon Lord. His kind merely delayed the inevitable, and were merely counting down the minutes to their own deaths, before being pulled into the fold of Vlad’s being.

At long last, Ingeras found his mother, and at her side was Angelique and… “What is this…dragon doing here, Mother?” Ingeras asked, announcing himself, going no further than asking if his mother was safe, or commending Angelique for finding her. It was the young dragon lady before him, who could incinerate them all at any given moment. His sword raised, he kept his eyes locked on the Dragoness.

[Seth]

Seth watched as she threw a dagger at Samael, and went to block, only to watch it slip past his defenses. He did not know if the dagger had hit Samael or not, but judging that he did not hear a loud thud hit the ground, he could only assume that if she did hit him, then it was a minor wound. “That will not happen again.” Seth promised her as he prevented her from following suit. This was their battle now, and Samael had his own fight to finish. She did not understand the effects of Samael’s death on the rest of Dragon-Kind.

He could not help but smirk at her reply at being at Samael’s feet. As much as she probably already knew of Samael, she certainly did not understand the man’s personality, nor the extent of ancient draconic customs. “Do not mistake our customs for insults, werewolf,” Seth cautioned softly, “we dragons fight with our emotions, and we have great control over them. We believe a person that answers too deeply to their emotions are often enslaved and blinded by them, and test to see how they react to certain words. Even in war, we are ever-testing others.” Seth learned that although it seemed backwards in the ways the dragons were, or how Samael acted, there was a sort of sense that was made out of it. It was much how brutes and bullies acted, but at the same time, it worked.

Often, dragons boasted against more formidable opponents, causing great deals of mudslinging, but it was all for the sake of learning about their opponents. The ones that occasionally held a great humor in turn about criticism were often the ones that saw a change in tone with a dragon’s voice overtime. It was their sign of earned respect. Seth on the other hand, tended to be more collected, and spoke softly, rarely shouting, or saying much unless absolutely needed. “Killing either of them would earn you the wrath of either kingdom,” he warned, “it would only proceed to intensify this war, because you would have made the other a martyr for their people to follow, just as the Celestials did for Samael long ago.”


He knew that he had to get to the girl somehow, but he had to plant the seed first. “Compared to the menace that Sylthanis has been to Balfaer for hundreds of years up until Samael’s return, the abduction of the Queen and the beginning of this war were the most peaceful routes that Samael could take without causing innocent bloodshed, but I ask again, do you wish that he had assassinated the Queen? Or do you now realize the importance of Samael’s actions and why he had to take the steps that he took?” Her reply that she only wished that she had assassinated him sooner was the only answer he needed to finally realize that words would not work with her. At the moment, he counted at least a dozen spots that could potentially contain a dagger for her use against him, but the daggers were the least of his worries. Her claws were clearly poisonous and if she managed to pierce him, she could potentially weaken him.

As she went to attack, Seth charged forward with his spear, only to fall into her guise to attack him from his side. Seth moved just far enough out of the way for her to slice into the side of his cloak, fabric flying everywhere. Seth did not plan to kill her, but he would disable her if necessary, even if it included taking her hands. Leaping back a mere half a foot from her, Seth turned his spear to her on the ground, throwing in a series of quick stabs at her from his spear, mostly towards places that would disable motor function in her most necessary body parts. He tried going for tendons along the shoulders, elbows, and hands, and even at spots as her ankles, or kneecaps if possible. Given his own experience, he knew that if these strikes connected, she would heal much faster from these injuries than most.

[Nergal]

Nergal simply laughed louder than before, his voice loud enough to ring insanity into the ears of any who had no strong will. As Isolde jammed her taloned foot into her father’s side, he laughed only louder, unable to feel the physical pain that she had set upon him. “Thousands of years worth of training, preparation and combat knowledge, and this is the best that a daughter of mine can produce?” He asked, feeling her strength flow into him now. Just as she was about to unleash her flames onto him, he managed to push her off of him, rising just in time to strike her side with his bony tail.

“You think the Abyss could ever hold someone like me forever?” He asked rhetorically, “As long as Samael lives, I will always return until he dies.” Nergal boasted boldly to his daughter as he moved into claw at her sides, draining more of her life force with each touch. Nergal did not know whether to turn her, or kill her now. He opted for the former, just for the purpose that it would forever take Samael’s sister from him. First, however, he knew that he would have to start by having a little fun with her first. As great a warrior she may have been, she was no match for his new powers. “You’re going to die, Isolde,” Nergal warned, approaching her with smoke rising from his mouth, “you and Samael for your treachery, for uprising your king and father, and condemning me to that hellish Abyss!”

Opening his mouth, Nergal managed to unleash a blast of red Hellfire, shooting towards Isolde as she shot back at Nergal. Nergal’s flame was more mystical than natural now. Rather than regular dragon’s fire, he attacked with the infernal flames of Hell. Flames that attacked not just the physical body, but the spiritual as well.

[Adam]

The moment that Samael had wanted was at last upon him. Vlad himself had proven a lot to Samael in just today alone. However, there was still much that Samael had to see of the man before him. Samael had to admit, that despite his undead gaze, there was a fire within him and a determination that Samael felt could rival his own. That was something very few in this time could compare to him. Samael could feel the End within him, the True End. Before him stood what his warriors were taught to embrace, the beast whose mouth they were taught, metaphorically, to slip their heads into every time they went into battle. Now, he stood as the greatest threat to his people. Vampires, demons, all forms of wicked evil had plagued his people for too long because of either some sick cruelty Vlad held, or for a complete lack of control over his own people. Now, it seemed, that Samael would either conquer Death, or at long last, Death will claim Samael at long last. If it came to that end, Samael knew that he would die knowing that it took the Reaper, himself to personally kill him. The only other people that have ever come close to killing Samael were either the entire collective (at the time of his imprisonment) of Celestials, or Lidija, whose prior fight Samael still felt in the depths of his muscles and bones, urging him with every movement not to take on Vlad at the present. He would need the remaining three stones in order to fully ascend to the point to where Vlad would be in a fight for his own un-life, but only the Air Stone flowed through him, having returned the Earth Stone to Brigade out of respect.

Soon, the winds began to pick up under Samael’s control, and in the distance, Sinsul Sea began to develop a series of violent tornadoes that began to slowly move inwards towards the battleground that was once an Encampment. Immediately, the tornadoes began to move in many directions, with anyone unfortunate enough to be swept into one being ripped apart by the mere strength of the powerful winds. Others had to deal with the onslaught of ice and biting cold water slicing across their flesh, impaling them, or even dismembering limbs. With a mere thought, Samael could increase the velocity of the storm, and level the encircling mountains with just the might of the winds. Yet, he did not come here to simply display his power to Vlad. Samael wanted to show the King of Sylthanis the cost of terrorizing his people for so long. “You will first have to claim my soul before you can determine what fate will befall it!” Samael warned, saliva shooting from his mouth in the form of hot sparks as smoke smoldered in his mouth.

From around Samael and Vlad, the tornadoes moved to further ensure the damage that would be done between the two. “Shall we begin?” Samael asked hotly, his eyes glowing a bright red.

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Micah thwarted all aggressors whether it be vampire or dragon but was careful to only knock them out or incapacitate them in some manner rather than kill them. He pushed through the crowd in the direction he thought he saw Katya move worried now something terrible had happened. He paused when he sensed a darker presence, it was odd but easily recognized to be a demon, but not in the same capacity as the other demons that came with Vlad. He was too far to do anything, he fought through the crowd and by the time he got close enough he simply heard an unsettling conversation before once again they disappeared into the crowd. "Cursed demons!"  Micah aggravated his little sister was twisted up with demon kind as her father had been he focused on his mother. "Mother, it is Micah, hear me. I have lost Katya. She is being aided by a demon and is heading to Ingeras. But they do not plan to join back up with your husbands forces. She plans to remove both Ingeras and Vlad while they are distracted with the battle. You must be ready, no doubt the demon has tainted her mind with lies and false whispers of prosperity. I am occupied and cannot track them down in time. Be careful, I do not know what the demon is capable of or Katya for that matter."

Micah turned to see the abomination that was Nergal fighting with another dragon. Though she appeared to have the advantage at first, Micah knew better, the damage was superficial and she did not wield the power to truly harm the beast. He looked around and watched as vampire and dragon fell, he closed his eyes and took a breath, he recomposed himself and in a flash took off in the air towards Nergal like a bullet. As hellfire reigned towards the dragoness Micah intercepted it  stomping just in front of the dragoness encircling both himself and her in a bubble of hard light. Micah turned to Isolde sorrowfully. "Pause yourself brave warrior, you cannot win this fight though you are most admirable and courageous in your efforts. I beseech you to look around for a moment, look at your kin. They are not dying with honor, they have no glory in their death, they are falling for a mad mans quest for power not unification towards peace. As they rise abominations instead of resting in peace as they should have I want you to ask yourself whether you still think all of this here was right? Or perhaps you only follow orders. Actions speak louder than words. May my voice fall upon deaf ears but your eyes fall upon the truth ;look at your brethren now! bah, it matters not." As the hell fire subsided so did his shield. "Shield your eyes for a moment dovah."

Micah revealed a peace of his true form, he shined with a brightness bordering on the sun and pushed towards Nergal. His voice echoed "Begone foul beast or perish in the light of the creator! You have no power in the presence of true light servant of darkness, begone! You are nothing! Go back to the pit from which you came!" Micahs light shined brighter and brighter and in a small gesture holy fire sparked briefly over Nergal going out as quickly as it sparked to show Micah was not posturing. He let his light pour out towards the Lich Dragon warding him away from Isolde and those in the area which Micah was. He settled back to his mortal form and descended to Isolde placing his hand upon her gently. White light shone from it as he healed any taint she might have contracted from the beast. He did not heal her completely though only enough to where she would be alright. It was important she remembered these wounds and how she felt when she received them. Micah turned to watch the weather rage with fury. Vlad and Samael have finally met on the battle field. Things could only get worse. "If you truly care for your people you should find a way to get them to shelter or at least away from here. I doubt Vlad can control his temperament and in turn power when things begin and Samael will not have the luxury of watching out for collateral damage with his life on the line. We are all just in the way now."

Micah looked to keep Nergal away from as many people as he could. Micahs power was waning though. He readied his spear.