Reuniting A Kingdom Part 2: Tundra Tussle (OPEN)

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Agatha was sure that at least one of her daggers must have hit Samael, just with his power and his intent to battle Vlad, she couldn't really say for sure how long it might take for it to take effect, or for him to notice at all anyway if he was too focused for it. Now she couldn't put her own focus on that anymore, and she'd have to be careful around Seth, as she didn't want to have to kill him, or harm him too badly, but she wasn't going to let his blind view of all this get her killed or harmed too badly either, there was too much forher to do, even after this battle itself. "Who says it needs to happen again? If it already happened once, he might not notice it now, but it might still be just enough." She couldn't help but tell him clearly, her eyes narrowing again, putting a step sideways for a second.

Agatha rolled her eyes and scoffed, with a frown on her face for a few seconds as she took in Seth's words. "The mere fact that you say that like it's no big deal and as if I should take it as some sort of compliment, shows me that you are sticking way too much to your old customs, and where did they originally get all of you, hm?" She asked with raised eyebrow as she looked at him closely, not letting him be the only one that was trying to plant a seed in her head of doubt. "And the superiorty complex that all of you have, that is just part of it and something all of us simply have to either accept, or die by?" She asked him with a frown, shaking her head, if that was truly what he believed was just and right.

She refused to believe that somehow this course of action from Samael was the most peaceful one, because even inside here, fighting this guy, she could hear the sounds outside telling a whole different story, she just didn't understand why he couldn't accept this. "Or was it just the only one that he allowed himself to see and take? You cannot actually believe that all of this, all of that outside right now, is considered peaceful in any way!" She told him, looking confused at how he could actually believe this so much. "You must be smarter than this, but obviously your duty, or whatever, makes sure that you just keep thinking in a straight and simplistic line." She said, shaking her head and showing that she was still hoping in a bit of a way that he would see what she was trying to say, some day.

Agatha bit her lip as she noticed the fabric of his cloak that she had managed to hit, before giving him a fierce look for a second, shaking her head again. "I do not want to have to harm you!" She shouted slightly angry at him. Damn it, she thought as she saw him starting to attack her with quick jabs of his spear, knowing that she needed more than just her flexibility and speed to avoid as much of those as possible, and this was a pretty confined space for some of the old tricks, but there was no other option right now. As she moved to evade the first few quick jabs, she fluently got out one of the smoke bombs she had with her, readying it and then making a sommersault against the wall, throwing the smoke bomb on the ground, and trying to land behind Seth, hissing softly anyway when it did hurt her side more than she had hoped. She quickly drew her sword from her back with one hand, as the other went behind her to ready another dagger, just in case, with her claws first, and then holding it at the ready.

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Angelique looked clearly surprised, yet also on her guard at the same time nonetheless when Ingeras showed up, as she studied him closely. She could obviously tell the similiarty on one hand, and the power of being the prince, but the lack of really knowing him, did put her on the ready just in case he suddenly had some changeo f mind no one else could see coming. She doubted it, but at this point she'd rather take certainty over any uncertainty. She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, hearing what his first words were when finding them, as her eyes went from Ingeras to Minverva and back.

She took a bit of a step forward, still in front of Mari somewhat, but also now partially in front of Minverva, knowing that it was definitely a risk, understand his caution, but this wasn't the time for that. "This is not the time for fighting amonst ourselves, especially against someone that has bene helping keeping her safe through this battlefield. And now that they have obviously started their battle, combined with Jon's powers, there is no time to waste in getting the Queen what she wants, then getting her out of here!" She couldn't help but tell him.

She looked back from looking at Ingeras, looking at Mari, not sure if she was overstepping her boundaries, but right now, there wasn't much room for rules and etiquette. "Your Majesty, we have to move, we cannot stay out in the open like this."

[Isolde]

Nergal was up to his old tricks again, trying to shake her faith in herself with his twisted words. Even though she had never listened before, now for some reason they sunk in deep while she was feeling her energy drain away from her. He was winning the fight and she had no idea why she was losing her power, her edge. No matter how hard she fought to keep him down her seemed to be pushing back, unaffected by her wounding prod with her talon. How was she suppose to destroy something that was already dead? The power of Vlad ran through him and she alone was not enough to deal with that, she simply lacked the raw power required.

As she was flung off of Nergal, he continued to mock her, continued to try and wear her down by attacking her pride. "He will destroy you again. There is nothing on this planet that can slow Samael down." she growled in reply. Immediately afterwards she released her fire, though it seemed that Nergal was quick to counter even in this broken form. The temperature around the two rose to unbearable levels of heat to those without the dragons hide covering them. Her entire under belly and throat glowed a bright orange colour as if she had swallowed a bed of embers.

Yet for all of her will, all of her power and desire to win she could not seem to overcome his flames. There was something different about them, wrong. They devoured her fire as if it were simply fueling his own and everything in it's path would meet their end. Isolde was not fast enough to break her little duel with him and get out of the way however. As she tried to leap to the side to avoid the incoming fire, she was struck in the side. At the point of impact she could feel her scales boil, bubble and then she felt the heat of the flames licking at her sides. More than that however she felt like the flames penetrated down to her very being.

Nergal would leave a scar on Isolde that she would never be able to shake. The Kuulas was defeated in battle, wounded by the man she hated most. Her very soul would bear the scar of that flame that hit her. Letting out a loud, high pitch scream, Isolde's roar of pain could be heard even over the fighting. Many around them stopped fighting to find the source of the noise and the draconic soldiers watch in terror as their princess staggered and fell flat onto her side.

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Minerva made it an effort to keep her emotions at bay and not show what went on in her head to everyone around her. She looked at both Marina and Angelique who seemed to know each other pretty well, which caused her to look at both with a quiet interest. She smiled and nodded, agreeing with Angelique, when she heard what she said and looked at Marina thoughtfully. "I suppose we are." She simply replied, as she let her eyes wander around. She didn't answer the quiet question being asked to her, thinking she had every right not to say her name out loud. She didn't care much about them at this point anyway. She knew of them, but that was an entirely different story than actually knowing them.

A moment later, which seemed all too sudden, she saw someone charging in their direction through the hordes. She made to attack, before her eyes fell on the man and her hand fell from her sword at her side, almost limply. When the Prince landed and she heard what he asked, causing her lips to pull up in a snarl, as she looked at him in front of her, grabbing her own sword in her hand and looking at him. "Doing a better job at keeping your mother safe than you have been doing, Prince." She said. She too, made no show of showing her own distaste of this man, instead showing it off clearly. She wasn't going to fight him, her mind didn't even go there that it would be worth it. Instead, she lowered her sword once more and let her eyes wander around the battle field, as if looking for something or someone. "Seeing that you now have plenty of protection, your highness, I must go. My battle is not yet done, I'm afraid." She said, as she bowed once more, before she took off into the air, to get a better view of the battlefield.

Her eyes eventually found the battle that was going on between Isolde and Nergal and her heart hammered in her throat, as she flew that way, yelling, "No!" It was on instinct, she really didn't think much about it. She just knew that what happened before her wasn't anything good and she knew that she had to make sure Isolde was safe, even though she knew she couldn't. She knew that she wasn't strong enough to fight Nergal and though that stung, she had made her peace with that a long time ago. She charged in his direction, when she saw the blast of red Hellfire, before she could stop herself. She watched as the flames took hold of Isolde and stopepd dead in the air. If he turned her now... That would be a disaster. For everyone included, but mostly her. She couldn't even think of the giant amount of butterflies would be stepped on that way, or what it would do to her knowledge, her training.

Suddenly, Micah was there and though she was never a big fan of him and his tactics, he seemed like a gift right now. Even as her mind told her this was probably too good to be true. She kept herself from snorting with a little bit of trouble, when she heard the words addressed to Isolde, as telling her this, seemed like an insult to her, instead of well-meant advice. She shielded her eyes from Micah, as she flew closer, trying to stay out of sight, even though that wasn't possible right now. Not in her position anyway. She steadily flew down, keeping her eyes on Nergal, as she spoke to Micah. "Go now, angel, I will do the rest." Her words were a lot bigger and a lot tougher than she felt, but she couldn't let that show now. Showing that, would mean showing weakness and she couldn't afford that.

With the heat around them, she was very happy that she was a dragon like she was, as it would have been pretty damn uncomfortable otherwise. As Isolde fell down, she knelt down at her side, with sadness in her eyes. "No, no... Isolde, I'm so sorry. I thought you could handle it, I should have interfered sooner." She spoke softly, as she looked at her and then looked up at Nergal, stubbornly. Then her eyes found the sky and she almost whispered one word, calling to the one person she could think of in this moment, almost like a prayer. "Father."

[Nergal]

If Nergal could feel anything besides the hunger and the desire for revenge, he would have marveled over the power he had received at the cost of his heritage, and former self. To be damned for eternity in the Abyss, only to be brought to a newer plane of damnation made Nergal realize the beauty of suffering. It was something he knew all too well, and the only thing he had to give Isolde now, as she laid broken before Nergal. “I think I may turn you, Kulaas,” Nergal spoke with a sadistic tone in his angered voice, “starve you until you’re as much of a corpse as the rest of the dead in Sylthanis, and then when the only strength in you that remains is the will to feed, I will bring you to feed on Samael with me. One. Happy.” Nergal’s mouth began to ooze with the black blood that coursed in his body, “Family!”

Nergal went to bite Isolde when suddenly, he finally felt a familiar sensation that he had not felt yet: Pain. At first, it was an irritation, but then his massive form began to smoke, and finally, his own flesh began to dissolve as a massive light approached. It shined brightly before them as it approached. Nergal could not see the presence before him, but he could feel it. The light from the being began to weaken Nergal, as he watched the energy leave his body and return to Isolde. “What...is...this!?” He asked in excruciating pain, falling to his stomach as he felt the burning sensation of this new presence. It grew closer until finally, Nergal was frozen in pain. Vlad...help me… Nergal called telepathically as he looked over to see his son prepared to fight the one that held the leash on Nergal’s neck, causing the undead dragon to rise in rage.

“No...he...is...MINE!!” Nergal roared, spreading fire in all directions as the storm began to rage. As he witnessed another dragon approach Isolde, Nergal's stomach began to rumble, and soon, he found himself trying to push past the pain of the angelic warrior as he attempted to tackle the young dragon to feed on her.

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Minerva made a conscious effort to shield Isolde from the flames that were rapidly spreading in all directions, not feeling too sure if she could handle it or not. She hoped that she could, she really did, but she couldn't possibly be sure about that. Isolde was wounded, you didn't have to be a genius to figure that one out. Nergal hadn't just been saying 'hi', no, they really went at it, both of them. It was terrible to witness, as there was no honor in fighting a battle like this, in her eyes. Instead, it was meaningless and sad. She had heard the words that Nergal roared, but didn't pay attention to them. She knew what they meant. 

She didn't have to look up to know Nergal was steadily approaching, though when she did, with weariness in her eyes, she could see the hunger and the attempt to tackle her and she realized that there was no way she could get out of his way in time. She really was hoping that her father would come through, that he heard her even. She prayed that he did hear her call for him, even though she knew that there would be many questions because of it. She grabbed her dagger, preparing to at least attempt to stab Nergal, even if she already knew it was futile. She wouldn't leave Isolde's side, no matter what. She wouldn't let this monster get his way with her, she refused to.

So, instead, she kept her gaze steady at him, as her hand was on her dagger, like an iron fist. Nothing would be able to knock the dagger from her hand. She couldn't let her determination fail her now and she wouldn't, as she wasn't afraid. She had looked death in the face before and it did not scare her any longer. For a moment, she closed her eyes. "Father."  She called again, this time telepathically. Then her eyes were open again, looking up at Nergal. There was a certainty in her eyes now, that her father heard her. That Samael heard her. He had to have heard her, as far away as they were from one another, he had to hear her pleads. They were connected after all and she held hope that this transcended through time. That was, she hoped, what family was all about, what their bond was all about.

[Mari]

“Yes. He is the one who started this war with a preemptive strike against my husband.” She said simply as she looked at the dark haired dragoness. “Then you are fortunate that he doesn't know you defy him. I suspect he would have his sister deal with the issue.” This was not said in a catty manner, just an observation. Isolde seemed to be Samael’s enforcer and so discipline was her purview by default. Mari’s head was beginning to throb and as she felt Vlad’s power grow she twitched slightly, “As do you considering there are people dying around you as well.” She murmured softly to the girl.

Had she been anything other than the angel of mercy she might have taken umbrage at what the girl was implying, “Of course I wish to make it to my husband so that I can convince him to deal rationally with others.” With Angelique there she felt some weight off her shoulders, “Just so, Angelique we need to get people to see reason.” She murmured softly as she regarded the young dragon with a bit of confusion. She would have said something further but just then she felt Vlad’s rage and the pain of those around him.

Her knees started to buckle and she reached out to grip her son’s arm, “She asked me if I needed help, Ingeras.” She got out with effort, “Your father…he…” She felt sick from the misery and pain that she was picking up from his victims. She had to focus, had to get the words out, “We need to bring him back to himself. He is lost in his mantle and we have to help him find himself.”

Glancing up she saw her eldest son fighting like the warrior he was born to be, “Understood, Micah. I shall do my best.” she mentally said as she looked her youngest son in the eyes, “Hear my words son. The future of all our lives is at stake. I kept things from you partially out of your father’s wishes and partially because of my own sorrow.”

She felt Ingeras’ dismissal and disappointment in her. She looked up at him, “I never meant to lie to you about Micah but he was stolen when he was a few hours old and it hurt me to speak of him. I didn’t know if he was alive or not. He showed up just before the dragons attacked and insured they wouldn’t hurt me. He kept me safe. When Katya left he went to find her to try and keep her safe. She’s enraged, Ingeras – And is being tricked by a demon to kill you and your father. She is being used by Vlad’s own allies to destroy him and I have no doubt that this was the demonic hoards plans all along. One of their kind convinced your father to summon that abomination in the sky. It will not stop with it’s own kind. It’s poison makes vampirism look like a cold and it breaths hellfire.”

Inwardly Mari felt ill and worthless. The children she had raised rejected her and saw everything she had done as useless and weak. She felt her energies starting to wane as death rolled on headless of the destruction he caused. Her stomach began to heave and she staggered a few steps away to fall to her knees and throw up. Sweat broke out on her brow and she shivered, grateful that her hair was pinned up and away from her face. As the battle raged around her Mari’s body began to react negatively to the pain that her husband was inflicting on others. Her skin grew paler and her angelic energies began to weaken. “VLAD, HEAR ME. THE DEMONS ARE BETRAYING US. THEY MEAN TO KILL YOU AND INGERAS.” She telepathically shouted the words. Pulling power to her as she did her level best to stop her husband from this distance.

Glancing at Angelique she nodded, "You are right, Angelique. However some of us must find Katya and stop her. Vlad is controlling the abomination. If it looses it's tether we are all doomed."

[Seth]

“From what I have witnessed,” Seth replied as he spoke softly, “I have not seen my people so elevated before. Our customs has allowed us to fight back against Vlad, and although I do not wish that it had come to this, this war was unavoidable, your actions inexcusable. Vlad’s allies started all of this, and was that beast out there not one of his creations to defend himself against our kind? How many of my kind will be twisted and perverted into creatures like the one I saw? How many more villages will demons burn down and blame upon dragons? Tell me assassin, how many more of my people had to die, before we finally struck back? Kidnapping a Queen was the kindest thing we could have done. We could have demanded stricter retribution, as per custom, but for whatever reason the Hun’Drog decided, he took the Queen, and from her prison quarters, it looked as if she had been treated well. It does not justify the kidnapping, but the kidnapping is none the less nothing compared to the perished hatchlings, elders, and any innocent that had been prey to the Hordes. You question our actions and our attitude, and yet, you do not realize what we have gone through to bring us to this point. If our King is guilty, then Vlad is even more guilty, regardless of his reasonings behind these atrocities to my people.” It was not just his draconic people either, that Seth spoke of, but also his human half as well. Many had been lost to Vampire and Demon-kind since before the first settlers came to Yalanze. For untold eons, they walked among their kind, tormenting them, killing them, turning them, and it was always accepted like some sick pecking order.

“There is a reckoning at the end of every war, but a wise man once said that there is a peace to be found on the other side of war, so werewolf, if I it has to be fought, I will fight it! That is my duty here, to MY people!” Seth replied in response to her aim at him being just a soldier following orders. With his reasoning behind what Sylthanis had done to Balfaer this entire time, he only sought to reinforce what his duty truly was. His gaze was wild in a way, yet his body well collected and every movement thought out. He was a bounty hunter after all, and at times, he was employed to stop assassins. This one, would be one of his more challenging fights by far.

“It is not my intention to harm you either, but if you persist, then I will have no choice in the matter. Cease, and risk no serious or mortal injury.” Seth warned before attacking. As she dodged the spear jabs, she dropped vials of an unknown substance, releasing smoke into the air. Seth readied his spear as he was covered in smoke, but as she hissed, giving away her location, he held his spear to his side, before throwing the rear of it towards her thorax, with most of his great strength, not knowing if it had hit or not, before turning to strike at her neck with his axe, followed by a forward thrust of his spear at her abdomen.

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Agatha listened to what Seth told her, before she shook her head after a while, even having thought about his words, knowing that there was some truth in it, but it wasn't an actual fact that she would just blindly take, or he should, there were more variables here than just what seemed righteous or not to two people. "And yet you think it is normal for two people to decide the fate of pretty much every creature around them, just because one thinks the other is more wrong in their ways than the other! At the basic truth of this all, is just two powerful creatures, who feel they aren't powerful enough yet, not to mention that this is about them proving that they are better than others, instead of working, proving that they can better themselves! How about you? Do you just follow power? Proving your worth against others? Or do you actually see the value in bettering yourself?" She asked him with a frown on her face. "You seem to be misunderstanding my support for the Queen, trying to rescue her, trying to disrupt your Commander's plan, just as a means to serve Vlad, or that I am on his side, but nothing could be further from the truth! But if there is any hope for any of us in becoming more than we are, the Queen needs to stay unharmed!" She told him, being honest in her words, since she did truly believe that neither Vlad nor Samael actually worked to become 'better' in the broad sense of the word, where she did still believe that there was ways to do so, to ascend, with something else than just pure power, revenge, or whatever.

Agatha shook herh ead quickly, narrowing her eyes and looking straight into Seth's with what he said. "You are not the only one who heard those words, but I spent years, decades of my childhood fighting off the same vampires that you are so hateful against, I know how they feel they belong in the food chain! But that doesn't mean we should sink to their low, it also doesn't mean that I always felt like every servant that Jon sent after me, deserved to die for following orders and not seeing the bigger picture!" She told him, before she scoffed and rolled her eyes, as a sigh escaped her lips and she looked at Seth. "I'm not just here for MY people, you just do not see that this war is not just about you, or especially that it's not just going to have an impact on you!" She told him with a frown on her face, if he really didn't get that, if he really was just thinking about the dragons here, although she was sure that it wasn't just dragon in him, but there was no way she was going to believe that any human was going to be better off with this war raging on.

She gasped softly, barely having managed to block the back of his spear going towards her thorax with her sword, pushing back against it, before she locked eyes with Seth as she put more strength behind it, but also had to bite her lip with how this worsened her wound only more. "Sooner or later, you will have to see and accept that there is much more at play here than just the well-being of a few species..." She told him softly, her eyes narrowing because of the force she pushed back against his spear, then ducked under his axe, striking against his spear again with her sword, before she couldn't completely avoid, or block the hit against her abdomen, not being hit too badly as she managed to block it partially, but enough, and she knew she had to go for it, as she quickly struck with her other hand, holding the poisoned dagger in it and striking back for his abdomen and his side. This entire thing was already a lot more difficult than she had expected, both to try and get through to him, as the fight itself, as the wound she already had, plus the closed space around them more or less, made it harder for her to really use her skills, if she so choose to truly use them against him. She still just had hope that she wouldn't have to.

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As Jon was moving over the battlefield, he had made sure that anyone that had made a move on him to try and attack, ended up a few feet behind him on the ground, either alive or just still suffering. He knew there was plenty of battling going on, and he had even gotten close enough to notice the Queen in the distance, deciding that he'd let one of his agents keepan eye on her, just in case he might have to come to her rescue, even though the little sneaky vampire that was Angelique, including one of the dragons, seemed to help her for a moment, until there was even more to help her.

That saved him the issue of having to worry about her, as his attention went to the battle at hand, even managing to relax, since his weather manipulation wasn't exactly necessary too much more with the effect that the battle of Samael and Vlad was already having on the area. Keeping his sword calm to his side, he made his way close enough to the battle of the two, so he could let his eyes study both m3en's movements, expressions, body language, anything of a weakness, for either, but mostly for Vlad.

He could lie if he wanted, but after all, even Mari knew that his loyalty was more towards her and the vampires, than to Vlad, after all, he couldn't say he fully agreed with every action the man had made recently, and if there was ever a possibility for him to strike, he might see one now. He did keep a safe distance, and he did slightly put a step to the side now and then, getting a different angle on both, his eyes taking in every bit of the battle as he could. "How interesting..." He just mumbled into himself thoughtfully.

[Lidija Ahlgren]

Before she knew what was happening the entire encampment had descended into chaos that no one could wrap their minds around. She had only just arrived the night before, having no idea what was going on or what to expect. In fact she was not even known to any of the men around here as she had slipped into the camp with Samael at night. Lidija had no intention of letting them see that their commander had been wounded in any way. Despite his insistence that he was fine, she knew better than to let him continue on as he would normally. Even their kind had limits, their mortal forms could only take so much strain before they were forced into their true form.

Sliding into her boots, she grabbed her sword and went running from the tent she was in. Lidija was asleep when the entire camp erupted into screams, ghoulish groans and flames. Luckily she was immune to the flames or else she would have been consumed- much like the other tents hers was on fire. Taking a moment to assess what she was seeing, it looked as if the entire world had turned it's self upside down and dumped the cemeteries into this camp. Shambling corpses, vampires and even spirits flew about the battlefield. Dragon roars filled the skies though not all of them belonged to the living as several lich dragons lingered on the field. As if fighting normal dragons was not bad enough, throw in the dead and you even managed to put a damper on Lidija's fighting spirit.

Drawing her blade with a loud ring, she was about to charge into the battlefield when she felt something in the pit of her stomach. There was no way to describe this feeling other than a strong pull, a warning that something was wrong. Lidija was a being who followed her instinct, it normally never lead her astray and today was to be no different it seemed. Charging off in the direction her feet decided to carry her in, she would arrive in time to witness a scene playing out before her most terrifying. A young woman stood over the body of another woman who seemed to be barely breathing. Before them was a massive dragon abomination that seemed to be chomping at the bit to finish the both of them.

Shoving the tip of her sword into the ground, Lidija ran full speed towards the dragons back end as it worked towards them. At the very least she would allow the beast to go no further, grasping the smallest part if it's tail firmly. As it pushed towards Isolde and Minerva, Lidija pulled in the opposite direction. With her titan level strength she would be able to stop him, possibly even drag him in the opposite direction of his targets. As she pulled, her eyes started to glow that bright golden hue, the same as before. Her pupils became draconic as she exerted her strength to save the two women who were pinned.

Yet silently even she called out to Samael for aid. This thing was a monster beyond even the strongest of their kind here. The only hope that they could undo such a beast rest with the magic of the ice dragons and they had yet to show their faces. "Get her out of here!" Lidija called back to the girl, trying to light a fire under her and get her moving.

[Vlad Drăculea]

As he assumed, the dragon was overly fond of displaying his power for Vlad to see. Yet he remained unmoved as the dragon conjured mighty storms that tore at those around the two of them. His own people suffered from this as well- something he thought the dragons to be above. He was wrong however on many accounts it seemed and he would have to adjust his tactics here. If Samael cared as much as he did about the vampires then it would be a lot harder to fight him than he planned. It was easier to fight someone who was distracted by trying to save the lives of those around him. The dragons might view that tactic, using others as a distraction as dishonorable but what did honor mean in death? It was as worthless as ones pride.

"You only make it harder on yourself with this display. Those around you suffer, do you care nothing for your own soldiers?" he asked. It was not said in a tone that sounded as if Vlad felt himself superior but out of genuine curiosity. Not that he minded at all, the power of their souls would fuel his war and grant him power in the battle to come. If they could hear what he was hearing right now, a glorious orchestra of suffering, they might be as confident as he was. A smirk danced across his lips however as it seemed that their commander was eager to die.

Bowing his head low, Vlad lowered his scythe and started to walk towards Samael. He was in no hurry to confront this man, they had all of the time in the world. His arrogance and confidence in his own power made sure that he did not suffer any designs of failing. His scythe scraped across the ground as he felt the attempted invasions into his mind by his wife. For a moment he considered listening to what she had to say but that man was lost beneath the hunger for the enemies souls. Each time she prodded him with her pleas, Vlad fought back with a wall of pain, death and suffering. Unless they came to him physically he was shutting everyone out.

Stopping just before Samael, assuming he did not react, Vlad looked him in the eyes. "I pray that your successor is not on the field this day, if there is one, for your sake." he said before swinging his scythe towards Samael's mid section with a quick movement. His body reacted in a flash to the thought, the blade practically screaming through the air. Only the sharpest warrior reflexes would save the man before him.

[Ingeras Drăculea]

I found her, Father. I’ve found Mother. Ingeras spoke telepathically, as discovered her. The Dragon on the other hand, Ingeras found was as disrespectful as assumed. Ingeras moved to threaten to remove her tongue from mouth before being cut short of his mother insisting that the dragon helped her. As she began to fade, he stepped in, supporting her with an arm, and holding her close to him. Although she was an angel, she was still his mother, and Queen of Sylthanis. In a way, Ingeras still understood that. When the Dragon left, it was up to both him and Angelique to get the Queen moved. “Mother, we can discuss my blood relatives another time, but we have to get you out of here.” Ingeras could not tell for sure if his father even heard him, but if he did, he would want Ingeras to get his mother from this wretched place.

As Angelique spoke, he could not help but nod. Although she never got along with his father, Angelique was also...kind, in her own way, towards Ingeras. Whether it would out of her care for him as an infant when the Queen could not, or from some other reason, but he knew that despite some differences they may have now had, there was a level of respect between the two, and a softer kinship than what she had with Vlad. His Mother began to throw up, and Ingeras helped hold her head up to ensure that it all got out. “Water, Angelique, take water from one of these dead soldiers and bring it to mother!” Ingeras called out, not like a worried son, but as a Prince doing what he could to keep an innocent alive.

Just as his mother spoke of the abomination of a dragon, affirming Ingeras’ earlier thoughts, he looked at the beast with a marveled look on his face. The fact that his father could help bring such a creature into existence was both terrifying and fascinating. Legions of undead dragons, and all from this progenitor beast. Ingeras’ eyes did not marvel long, before he saw the angel, Micha, his half-brother according to his mother, land beside an injured dragon, and expel a light from his body that seemed to begin to injure the beast, as it cried out in agonizing pain. “NO!!!!” Ingeras roared, about to raise his sword towards Micha, before realizing that he still held his mother close. His eyes grew a pitch black as he watched his father’s creation struggle against the angelic light.

“We have to get you out of here, now!” Ingeras said at last, lifting her up so that she could walk, and quickly moving with her and Angelique away from the storms and the battlefield.

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Angelique really couldn't agree more with Ingeras when he said again that they should get Mari out of here, but of course the woman was being as stubborn as Angelique was afraid of, and without the dragon, being it just her and Ingeras trying to protect her and get through to her, she wasn't really sure how successful they were going to be in convincing her to do the smartest thing here more than anything else. Yet she was still prepared to react to a sudden change, as Ingeras also looked differently at Vlad than she did, which sometimes really made her feel like she was the only one seeing reason with her brother and how much he had lost himself long before any of this.

She had built up plenty of reasons since her tasks in caring about Ingeras, she hadn't taken care of him all those times when the Queen couldn't, just so she would forget all that as if it was nothing, which was exacly why she still had hope, respect and everything for Ingeras, even though there was yet still something that was off about him and she couldn't exactly place right now. She figured it was mostly that they hadn't gotten the chance to really 'hang out' that neither of them seemed to be really able to put a title on this either between them. It was a good question with this though, if Ingeras had any idea truly, like Mari obviously did, that besides her kindness, Angelique definitely still had her own dark side, but unlike so many others, she still managed to always come back to her priorities, her tasks, the people she was actually and truly loyal to.

She had a hand on Mari's back when she started to throw up, biting her lip and her eyes narrowing, this being exactly the reason why she kept trying to just get her to leave this place and stop using her power, before her eyes went to Ingeras when she heard what he said. She nodded, not even thinking twice about it, as she shadow jumped from them to some of the dead bodies, searching them and then getting out some water that hadn't even been opened yet, thinking it was probably safest, and it was more than just for one use. She shadow jumped back to the two. "Here, Mari, drink this, you need to keep your strength if you insist on staying here." She said, only too late to realize taht she didn't use the proper way of calling her, but the situation wasn't exactly as usual.

"Ingeras!" Angelique threw out sharply before she could really think twice about it, when she heard his reaction and then saw what he did after how Micah attacked the beast and then the change in Ingeras' eyes. "Exactly, there is no time for you to do anything else, nor do you have the strength to. Stay with Ingeras, he will get you out of here, and I will try and find Katya." She offered her pretty insistent on it though, before she turned to look at Ingeras again. "Promise me taht you will keep her safe and noet get distracted by anything else!"

[Katya Drăculea]

As they made their way to her brother she realized Sedaiyus made more sense than she wanted to admit. Perhaps for the first time since she was young she would consider the advice of another before acting on her own. There was a momentary pause in speech where she tossed the idea around in her head of waiting for a better time. Her father was fighting a battle against Samael which would draw him to the brink of "death" which she would take advantage of. Then it all clicked in her head that if she played this just right she could assume the mantle- not just destroy him. There was a wicked smile that danced across her lips as watched the soldiers make their way to Ingeras.

"I'm beginning to think you doubt me." she said, though the tone was more playful than serious. Most of the time it all sort of rung in her mind as doubt when people voiced their concerns. She was confident in the plans she drew up in her head, no matter how difficult they seemed to be. That was the problem with her, she believed herself to be invincible and so far she had been proven right. Deciding that she would share her thoughts, Katya cleared her throat softly. "I will wait for the moment to strike in which he is weakened from battle. Then I will take his power for my own." she said. She would not go into detail as to how- she did not trust anyone with that knowledge, not even Sed.

As they approached Ingeras, Angelique and Marina she watched as the soldiers presented her to them. Yet the Katya they saw was an illusion unbeknownst them, which would have gained them a swift punishment for failure if she was not nearby. The time for games had passed though as a storm swept onto the field destroying those in it's path. Motioning to Sed for him to drop the illusion, she stepped forth to confront her family one final time before her plan was put into motion. Her silver eyes fell upon Ingeras for a moment as she sized him up with a blank expression. "So you've grown." she stated simply.

With that her gaze fell to the other two, her mother seemed to be far from well. "If you plan to survive long enough to salvage any of this, we must flee the field." she explained. There was an ill omen in the air that told her that death was coming in a terrible way for them all otherwise. "The end result of this fight will claim many lives, abandon Vlad to the field, we shall save ourselves." she said.