10 years [Rp Story]

[ChainedDragons 1374]

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Bron lay in bed sweating heavily. A night terror had him in its grip, refusing to let go. He was reliving his last encounter with Kroza'kiiz. What could he have done differently? The omen shivered, restlessness dominating his will as his nightmare commenced. 

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"...Well, well, well..."
"Stay away from eam and eam family!"

"We began a game we never quite got to finish. I wish only for a duel, Nicky. You and I. No tricks. No schemes. 
"What would this duel serve? We both know if vy lose vy will just come back. What do vy gain from dueling eam Kroza? Speak plainly for once."

"What if I'm merely here for the sport of it? You are a soul who cannot be bent, and so.. I wish to see what you are truly made of. Nickolai, I am offering you a deal. Name your bounty. Speak it aloud, before the hells below. Whatever your wish, I will grant it. So long of course that it doesn't include me slitting my throat."

"...Ea do niet wish for a bounty. Ea wish for eam family and ea to be left alone. In peace. Ea will duel vy grandfather but do niet think for a moment that eam going to take a deal from vy. Nyie matter how much vy present it as a boon."
"Fight me fairly, and I swear to you - on the name of Kiiztria, lord of Venom, that should you win... I shall leave  you and your issue be, for all time."

"Ea want this to be a proper duel then. Ea wish for the one ea serve to watch. Ea want a man of honor to over see us. Ea will niet let it be done in the shadow. Let it be in the open for the world to see."
"Denied. We can do this my way or.. we can do it another way. The choice is now yours, Nickolai."
"Look what vyr way got vy. Damnnation. Let it be vyr way then, one last time."
"You don't get it, do you? I don't want to kill you. I just want to win."

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Bron rolled around in his sleep, unable to wake himself. The memory of how Kroza took his duelist stance and lunged at him with confidence in his azhl blade dragged the rest of the memory out to play in his slumber.

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Bron's blade collided with his grandfathers as Kroza leapt forward. Sparks and cold metal chippings splintered with the clashing of blades as the omen pushed back with an upward stroke towards Kroza's shoulder. The demon retorted the blow to his shoulder pauldron with a flick of his blade to Bron's helm visor, sending the omen off balance.

Bron moved with the motion of the blade hitting his helm only to swing his flaming sword in a back handed motion into Kroza's sided, slicing open a patch between the plates as well as catching chainmail. Black trickled down the demons side. Kroza wrapped his fist around the handle of his sword and sent a savage punch against Bron's face plate, sending the man staggering backwards. The Astor feels his nose snap, blood dribbling down his chin. Having managed to save himself from falling on his ass, the omen takes a defensive stance, his quill tail rattling menacingly behind him with the ferocity of a rattle snake.

 

Kroza finally registers he was wounded upon touching his side, finding black now staining his hand. He surged forward with the intent to mislead his grandson, feinting a blow only for the true one to go for the underside of the omens arm. Bron noticed the misdirection too late, bringing his blade up to grind against the hungry azhl but he wasn't fast enough. He feels the bite of azhl getting through his armor and slicing his arm. Even if it was but a cut the poison would begin to ebb into his system, spreading a familiar sensation of a dull throbbing pain. He tries to shove his grandfather back with force to which Kroza giddily obliged. Bron would begin to realize what Kroza was intending as the demon tilted its head with a devious smile, beckoning his grandson. As if to say 'Come on'.

 

Bron scowled and darted in close as if to impale Kroza on his bastard sword only to bring his handless arm up and punch Kroza full force in the face plate to stun him. The demon fell for his own deception, feeling a cracking hit against his face whilst he defended himself from Bron's blade. Kroza rushed forwards again, sending out a powerful strike across Bron's midsection, aiming to buy time. The omen turned his body to avoid the blow and as he spun, he brought his blade and tail around in tandem, knocking the demon off balance into the dirt. Bron tightened his grip on his sword, feeling the azhl in his system beginning to drain his strength. He feared dropping his only defense. With Kroza prone, Bron stepped forward and stabbed downward, aiming to finish the fight. Yet Kroza blocked the blade, sending it backwards directly into his own windpipe. A sputter of black blood came forth through the cracks of the visor with a gargled yell.

Bron felt his blood run cold as he saw that eerie familiar toothy grin beneath Kroza's helm. Before he could react he was launched backwards by a mighty kick of Kroza's. The omen let out a sucking gasp as he smacked into the tree trunk behind him, the blade falling from his  hands. Get up. Get up. He grasped the trees bark, trying to drag himself upright. Blood pooled down Kroza's chest plate as he stalked towards Bron. He leaned his entire body backwards and sent a fist flying towards his grandsons helm, his foot pinning the omens sword down. Bron had to let himself drop back to the ground to avoid the punch, cringing as the fist tore a chunk out of the tree where his head was moments ago. Flicking his amatii arms wrist, Bron screamed as he lunged at Kroza from below - trying to stab him in the gut and pin his grandfather to the ground.

Bron's blade found Kroza's gut. Blood trickled from the wound and as Bron looked up and met Kroza's gaze he watched in horror as the form his grandfather had taken tore itself apart. Kroza's plate began to strain and rip, chain mail splinting off of him as malflame licked his body. The demon grew in size, towering over the omen in his true form. 

 

Yelps of pain left Bron as he staggered back from Kroza, the malflame eating at his tail and legs that were not protected by armor. The mans breaths grew ragged as he withdrew the last weapon on his person. His aurum shamshir. "What.. vy.. can't handle fighting at the same height as eam?" He taunts his grandfather with words though his words shake with fatigue, hoping that by attacking Kroza's pride he could get some time. "Vy have to resort to becoming an overgrown newt?"

Bron's eyes widen in horror beneath his helm as Kroza's maw began to glow, each connical tooth beginning to shimmer with infernal energy. The omen knew what was coming. He drops his shamshir in a desperate bid to end the fight quickly - reaching into his bag. If any of the aspects were listening please let this work.

 

Grasping a volital bottle, the omen stumbled towards Kroza with a scream. He shoved his amatii fist into the demons throat, clutching the blast potion bottle tightly. Bron tried to get it far back as he could. The sickening crushing sound of metal along with pressure being applied to his skull and torso is what caused the omen to momentarily panic. He hadn't pulled his arm back in time -  Kroza had him. Kroza had bitten down on Bron, snapping the yisar horns off of his helm. A soundless yell left the omen as the pressure increased on his skull and torso, feeling teeth press into his flesh. Kroza paused - waiting. He could feel the bottle like shape in the back of his throat. For a moment even the demon hesitated. Fearful of the end.. fearful of leaving his family alone, the omen let his fingers losen, the bottle gently dropping in Krozas throat intact. The omen made a last ditch effort to free himself. Weakly trying to swing what parts  of his body were free upward, in a bid to get his quilled tail to hit Kroza in the face.
I can't die here. Please. I need more time.

Kroza - at the subtle note of himself being still in one piece, crunched down slightly harder before throwing Bron back against the tree. He coughs up the blast potion and spat it into the nearby lake. The demon looked back to where his grandson had landed, the helm that once adorned the omens head in pieces on the ground. Kroza approached, slamming his foot down on the amatii arm. He was not going to make the same mistake twice, digging his claws into the ground.
"You half-win.." Kroza admits. For truely in that one moment his life was in Brons hands. "I give you ten years." He spoke with a measure of respect. "That and I take a bit of your soul." Bron cried out, feeling his body jerk about as his soul was taken from him in pieces.

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Bron jerks awake with a sucking gasp, eyes wide as sweat rolled down his face. The omen looks around fearfully. Solveig was at his side, still asleep. Swallowing he got up, limping to the kids room. They were still there too.. 
His screowls watched him stagger around the house, checking all the windows and doors. The omen was unable to return to bed...fearing he would relive that encounter again. Bron grasped his sword as best as he could with his broken amatii fingers, staring at the main entry of the house in silent vigil for the rest of the night. 

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[OOC: A HUGE thank you to @SethWolf  @BonesOfTheEarth @jihsoo for the FANTASTIC rp we had the other night - I primarily focused on Kroza and Brons interactions for the evening as otherwise this forum post would be WAY too long and I would have taken even longer to write it. The post is a combination of actual quoted RP from myself and Seth and reworded portions of the rp in the context of Bron having a nightmare, reliving the fight. I hope you found the read enjoyable. ]

 

Edited March 22 by ChainedDragons
Added art made by CASUALTY

[jihsoo 746]

@SethWolf@BonesOfTheEarth@ChainedDragons

 

 

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And all I wanted to do was teach ChainedDragons some funny ahh green magic spells.

 

 

(On another note, I had a lot of fun <3 Always happy to RP)