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Planting one bare foot on the unconscious man's face as she peered upwards she cursed violently. "You bloody imbecile!" the dark skinned woman asmonished the fallen man in exasperation as her crystal ball came back to her hand, "Do you have any idea how hard it is to close
with that bastard?"

"Feeling exposed out in the street, Cyr drew up the ball, gazing into it to discover what was next in the winged sorcerer's bag of tricks so that she could communicate it with the wanderer she'd saved earlier.

Scythe flew down, hell bent on taking out the man, when he suddenly turned, charging the girl, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into teh air.
"Nice try, future reader! you cant see last minute descisions!"
With that he went to fly into the ruins of a nearby ruins. he knew he wouldnt be affected, but the girl on teh other hand...

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"Who said I couldn't?" she answered with unnerving calm, "Did you really think getting this close to a master of the Windsong Dance was wise?"

As a master martial artist Cyr had no time to bother with magic and while the blood mage had been secreted away studting crumbling manuscripts inside darkened crypts she had been studying clinches, dodges, acrobatics and how to kill a man in a single strike.

Legs scissoring around his waist Cyr squeezed Scythe's kidneys as she moved to keep him between her and any walls he might think to crash into.

"Come now warlock," she added, "speak a phrase I don't understand so I can knock the words out of you"

Scythe just smiled as he collided with teh wall. A loud *crash* brought the wall crumbling down, and not long after, a second crash came as they went through teh other wall.
"Who says i need to speak? And I'm no warlock, I'm a blood-mage!"
And with that he flipped so he flew to the ground, the tanned girl between him and the ground. His arms gripped around her in an attampt to secure her in place. if this worked, then she should be out of it as they hit teh ground, if she managed to escape, then he would have to use some close-range magics.
"The honour of Valez be done!"

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Cyr was more then a little surprised to see the idiot collide with a pair of stone walls and drive right through. If she'd hit the wall with the force of a catapult she'd have probably look like pigeon fallen off a cathedral after being run of by a market cart. As it was, the falling debris, the loose brick and mortar that fell upon her was painful enough. She had bruises atop bruises, scratches and a throbbing headache from where one had struck and she'd used him to shield herself!

Which meant she was fighting a god. Great. A mad selfish psychotic god. Which might explain the destruction about them.

If plunging through stonework didn't phase him, didn't slow him, then there was no way mere swords would cut him, arrows were useless and let alone using fist and foot. It also explained why his kidneys weren't on fire. In fact, she doubted anything short of dropping a castle on him would stop him.

Then he grasped her arms about her waist, holding her as she held him. He dove, the ground coming up fast with her between him and it. If she hit the ground like he'd flown them through the wall then she was dead. She had two chances, two places that he just might be vulnerable and she'd take them, hoping, praying for a weak spot. Since he was holding her she let go, releasing the pressure on his abdomen and instead kneed his scrotum and then raked his eyes with her nails. If neither worked she was doomed.

Scythe screamed a wail, and suddenly jerked up out of the downward spiral. he landed on the ground softly, and letting go of teh girl, staggered around. He supported himself on a nearby wall and gazed upon his assailant. his left eye was running with blood, his right bruised.
"How...dare...you...touch my eyes and...manhood!"
I shall make you pay for that!
Scythe held up his hands to the sky.
"Great Valez, lend me more strength, so that in your name, i can crush those who oppose, send more souls to your door! lend me more strength, so valez will be done!"
A dark circle surrounded Scythe, and a black bubble seemed to envelope him, leaving nothing in sight.

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Deep within the sand-drowned city, a castle had been built. The castle held the noble families, followed by brigands, and then its current resident, Volengand the Great. (He made up the title himself, surprisingly creative, no?) He spent his days scrying the world from within the throne room of the castle, boredly reclining on a half-eroded throne of marble and precious stones. His hand rested on hischeek, supporting his lazy head, and in his other hand he held an ornate brass scrying glass. He was a brown skinned man with black hair, brown eyes, and a muscular build. He wore the finery of a noble-man, but all made of somber colors and dark rubies. Two things was pculiar about him, a deep booming voice that was not at all human, and his forked tongue, which he attempted to conceal at all times, even when speaking to his kin.

Volengand was a dragon, a vain and wealthy one, at that. He was a blue one, which was a variety that spat blue fire and loved desert conditions. He had looted dozens of manors and estates in his (short, so far) life, and arranged a rather lovely bed-room for himself within that throne room made up of the finest furniture and tapestries. He prided himself on his dragon's hoard, made of several noble-mens' life-savings. Volengand the Grand was tidy about his hoard though, and kept all his treasures in a stack of lock-boxes in the corner of his living-room/throne-room.

It was another day, sandstorms, heat, his beautiful cold throne-room. He had spent the first half of the day scrying and communicating long-distance with blue-dragon allies. He had smelled something though, not for many decades had he caught a whiff of it, human flesh. He began the long process of scrying for the meal, craving man-flesh for a change in diet..

Cyr slid down the wall and crumpled her form around her crystal ball as she caressed it. She hurt everywhere but she couldn't simply sleep. She had to figure out what had happened, how it was possible that man had survived hurtling through stone walls.

Perhaps he was unaffected by impact? She'd heard legends of such things. People who could not be cut by blades and had to be defeated by other means. Maybe he was the opposite?

After a few minutes rest she rose and groaned as her sore muscles protested.

Scythe tumbled through teh vortex, nothing but black surroudning his being, filling his sight, and leaving nothing to touch. He gasped as he suddenly hit a stone floor. Had he been prepared for it, the impact wouldnt have fussed him at all, the magic would have sewen to that, but since it came as a suprise, he felt the pain surge through him.
So you have invoked my name...
Scythe looked up to see a small spere, pitchblack in colour hovering infront of him. He immediatly scrambled to his knees.

"Great Valez, with teh humility of a wounded dragon, your servant Scythe genuinly genflects, and impores your good graces..."
Valez will be donehis scythe chirped in reply.
Why have you invoked my name so suddenly...
"A fight, my good god, with a blind trickster and a bravado boy..."
Your bloodmagics are incapable of such imputence?
"No my good god, they could easily dispose of the bravado boy, but the girl acrobat is more of a challenge. She can see teh future, even when descided at last moment."
A master of the Windsong Dance...
"pardon, my good god?"
Never you worry. i see why you have done what you have done, and I understand. I shall bestow upon you the Armour of the Blood

A beutiful crimson light surrouned Scythe, it lifted him off the barren stone floor, into teh black air, and he gasped as the light wove its magic around him. His hair grew longer and turned a shade of fiery red. his eyes gained a red hue, his pale skin filled with a healthy colour, his slight hunch straitened, his wings grew feathers instead of leathery membranes and turned a nice, beutiful crimson flecked with gold. Suddenyl he was heavily clad in a light, leather armour of teh reddest colour imaginable, and he screamed as two blades suddenly grew from his wrists, each about eight inches in length.

You know wear the armour of pure blood magics. Go forth, and send me many a soul. But be warned, if you do not kill at least once every two days, the armour will consume you, body, mind and spirit, leaving naught of your existance behind.
"Thankyou my good god. Valez will be done

The new Scythe smiled as the vortex consumed him yet again. This time he was prepared for teh landing, and as he shifted back into existance, he landed on his feet, stretched his new wings, and laughed a hollow laugh.
"Ready or not, Windsong Dancer, here i come!"

his new eyes scoured teh area. Definatly the same city, not teh same location.
"Let teh hunt begin!"

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Cyr moved through the city, guided by the crystal ball that floated just above her hand. The crystal was helping, soothing aches and slowly healing her but its ability in that capacity was very limited.

A wooden pole she scavenged, served as a staff helping her circumvent fallen rubble and around fallen towers. It was on the walk she discovered her first non-human corpse- a lizardman with brown and beige scales. Common enough for the the sands about that had overtaken the city but what was different was it's snout and bared chest. The lizard had covered itself in blue paint, lines and circles.

She wasn't a scholar so could determine what the lines and the like meat but she didn't think that boded well.