Reige takes the uppercut but it barely moved him much. Though the punch hurt enough to at least make him massage the place it hit for a while. In response he quickly flew around orchestra and sliced at him with his sword from behind.
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In reaction to his quick movements. Orchestra fell into shadows and appears ten feet away, in front of Reige.
Reige charges Orchestra his sword raised prepared to strike or block if necessary,
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Orchestra activates his shadow cloak, though instead of appearing where he had planned, he appeared closer to Reige. This gave him (meaning Orchestra) no opportunity to dodge and the sword would strike true if he strikes Orchestra.
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The swords cut was little off from where Reige wanted it to hit but the part it did hit left intense burn marks due to the blade being made of magma. Reige prepares to swing again.
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OOC: Where would this be aimed at>
IC: It heavily burned his body. Though Symphony looked at Reige as if this wasn’t the worst thing he’s been through. He mutters,
“You sad man…”
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OOC: Right upper body/shoulder area
IC: “I’m sad don’t make me laugh I can’t feel such emotions.” He responds as he swings his sword aiming at Orchestras head.
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He might spot Kryuna yelling at people to back away from the fight, muttering curses under her breath.
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Orchestra watches as the sword draws closer,
“Who said I was talking about you? I meant myself?”
The sword would strike cleanly, though Orchestra raised his arm to dampen the blow, his shoulder was ruined, like a ripped doll.
“Though I’ll tell you this having no emotion isn’t quite what I see about you. To be honest you do certain things because they are fun.”
He laughs, coughing up blood, the sword would stop halfway through his head, his right arm falls to the ground. He mutters, smiling,
“You do feel, but you reject any knowledge of it. A paradox. If I am the opposite of you, then you must be a great guy. Have you ever thought about that?”
He went silent, as if he was cut off from saying more. Orchestra’s body fell to the ground, limp. He was still breathing and healing but clearly unconscious.
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Ekimu spends the night awake, working through his thoughts with the clang of hammer and anvil. The Collected is allowed to stay as Ekimu makes masks, though the Mask Maker would stop him from doing much of anything. He answers any questions or comments the altered villager makes, though otherwise makes no attempt at conversation.
He’s so engrossed in his work that it takes him a moment to realize that other voices are coming from within the Temple. Blaze must have come in already. He shakes his head wearily, retrieving his hammer and motioning for The Collected to follow him.
“Blaze?” he calls, his voice echoing through the ancient building. (@BlackBeltGamer98 @Jcton)
The march lasts through the night, though Ilza likely would not realize it. Her sense of time is starting to fade, and the only indication she might have is the beginning of a sunrise the next morning.
The people seem mistrustful of the mercenaries, but ultimately they’re not going to say no to an armed escort away from the battle. They’re quick to move away from the battle, though a bit more hesitant to leave the city.
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Time to face the music. Blaze thought as he walked over to Ekimu in silence.
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Andhera turned and followed the voice, he grins,
“Hello Ekimu.”
His haze disappears revealing his true form, Erebos
“Do you know where my mask is?”
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“Good morning Bla…” Ekimu’s voice dies in his throat. Automatically he falls into a ready stance, hefting his hammer.
“Give me one reason not to use this, Betrayer.” He all but spits the title, glaring at the old enemy with contempt.
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Blaze tenses up, that title was the key piece of the puzzle, “Oh crap, psionics.” He muttered.
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The Betrayer laughs,
“So you do remember me? Tell me where that mask is. NOW!”
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Blaze brings out his shield and hammer, “Last warning, please don’t cause any trouble.” He said.
That wasn’t a good reason, as it turns out, and Ekimu lunges across the distance between them, bringing his hammer about in a one-handed blow across Andhera’s torso.
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“Its no matter who you was referring to, Your still nothing of importance anymore.” He says picking up Orchestras body. “Pathetic.” He spits out before smashing the body into the ground. “Where’s your little friend at?” He asks himself as he searches for Kryuna(@TheMOCingbird) in the crowd.
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Andhera smiles as in a moments notice he’s thrown across the room and into a wall.
Orchestra lies there, slowly healing.
OOC: BRB.
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Blaze tries to join the fray.
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