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Post by Cella on Jun 12, 2006 22:08:18 GMT -5
Cella listened to the words of the Knight, and she even grinned at his casual dismissal of her. He obviously had not a clue as to the perilous situation he’d walked himself into. Did this Knight not understand what it was standing before him? Did he not understand that he could not possibly withstand a direct attack from an Unchained? Not alone, even with all his pretty little lights he continued to show off, the holiness of his attacks made her do not but want to wring his neck however, without the direction of her Master, she would not make a move, less the knight attack him directly. Any words spoken to the Unchained would not effect her the way they might a human, or even perhaps other creatures, she was not inclined to care what any being in the world cared about her, save for the Master Necromancer standing behind her tiny form.
Cella turned her attention to Mikia for a short moment, the moment the immortals hand moved to raise, the Unchained felt the power directed to some human that had emerged from its hiding spot up in the tower. Cella did not care to engaged the human, or even question the immortal, she simply grinned at Mikia and then returned her attentions back to the unwanted knight that stood so foolishly before them, alone and with no actual powers that Cella would even begin to consider a danger to herself. And her thoughts would be correct, not even the most powerful of Sorcery would defeat her, not but perhaps the taking of her head, and even then, who was to say she’d stay gone for long, no one truly knew as the Unchained where never defeated physically, only sucked back into hell with the other demonic creatures that belonged there when the tree grew to make the seal.
Such words from such a miniscule pest, I once again ask you to toddle along and go frolic with the other little boys who wish to play at soldier. My Master and I simply do not have time for your light shows and irritant word plays.
Cella watched the Knight put down one of Decimas’s new zombies and frowned for but a moment as she thought it completely asinine that one human could do something of that level with such ease but then a smile once again graced her features as she listened to her Masters thoughts and that smile soon turned into a dark grin, showing her elongated canines as her, again, lavender eyes began to glow, spreading their purple haze over the area.
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Post by Decimas on Jun 13, 2006 1:40:23 GMT -5
Decimas didn’t pay much attention to that abnormal abomination of a woman, and didn’t much care about whatever it was she was doing with the motion of her hand. She wasn’t of any concern to him anymore as he was quite confident that his great disciple had her more than covered. That being said of course, isnt to say he wasn’t still keeping track of her, but rather that she simply wasn’t his worry at the time. What he was paying rather close attention to however was that obsuredly ignorent knight trying to fling through the armies of dead as if they were no more than mere tappestries or paper mache. The necromancer more than certainly noticed those few more of the undead hordes falling victim to the misguided magics of this vigilante sorcerous knight, but for a reason that would only be known to Decimas himself, and by extention of him to the unchained, the necromancer didn’t mind the apparent defeat of that one super zombie, as it were, in the slightest.
Grinning to himself, as no one could see the rightly confident look on the necromacers face, Decimas watched as the body of the twice risen corpse of the dead began to rise once again. This dead of the dead twisted itself back together in a slightly noisy contort as the bones reached themselves back in place and the flesh melded itself back together again with the obvious mystical aid of those dark tendrils of power left residual from the necromancers enchant with the blade. Once the body had snapped back together and the post mordome corpse of the thrice slain man rose up yet again, it was obvious that the magical works of the Karador knight were not what the vigilante had hoped them to be against such an ace of a card as these super strength dead of the dead.
“You’ll not get pity from me!” Decimas yelled to the assailent as he drew his sword from yet another refallen undead now to rise up as another dead of dead to add to the other dozen that the necromancer had then risen to his ready cause. As he spoke the last of those words to the naïve knave, Decimas gripped a zombie by the neck, having pressed his hand right into the corpses flesh and bone to grip by the actuall body of the dead, and swung it around with one hand as he swung his darkly embued rune sword in the other. As Decimas kicked back his head and openned his mouth while spinning around, the undead victim of the necromancer master flung up into the air with a more than eerie black glow to its form, and a dark form of light, if it could be called such a thing, seeped out through cracks that formed about the undeads body as it moaned, soaring through the sky. Just at the moment where the necromancer stopped his spinning throw, he suddenly spun a little further around, swinging his evil enchanted necromantic rune sword in a wide sweep to the direction of the flailing screaming zombie that was then splitting apart into a bright black light of decay and a figuratively sharp wave of a blast went striking forth from where the blade swung, obliterating the hurtled living corpse into its seemingly flaming ashes and minor morcels that then spread across the fields of undead, carying with it the mystical darkness that had been sent forth from the fist of the necromancer through the body of the dead.
As the ashes fell upon the hordes of dead, they all opened their mouths and took it in like food from the sky. The instant the ashes touched to those rotten toungues, those corpses seemed to be reinvigored with more strength than before. Though they wouldn’t be so strong as the dead of the dead, these other zombies had then tasted the flesh of the slain dead of dead and they would feel the urge for the strengths that those super corpses pssessed. Keeping within them the darkness that had spread to them through that dead of the dead that had been ashed into all their mouths, each one would no sooner fall to the enemies hands than they would rise up again as more dead of the dead. Decimas had had enough of this knave of a knight, and there would be no mistaking that he definitely wanted him gone.
As the mystically powered blast blew from the necromancers sword through the flying corpse of the dead, sprinkling its ashes about the armies of zombies, the living dead hordes remained untouched by its force. The misguided knight however, would not be so fortunate as to have the blast of the necromancers sword pass him by. Standing directly in the path of the blow, Lukas would be sure to feel plenty of it by the time these new armies of super strengthed post mordome corpses found their swift ways about the one target, flooding him from every direction with their leaping and crawling assaults.
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Post by Mikïa on Jun 13, 2006 17:21:59 GMT -5
Mikïa was glad that no further thought was given to her latest action and since any worries she may have had were no longer existent for the moment, she turned her attention back to the events immediately around her.
As the immortal turned to face the scene once more, the raised again unit that had been slain by the knight collected itself together and got back up on it's feet.
The rather conceited necromancer then started to seemingly torture one of his own. As that would not be a logical thing for him to do, she knew there had to be something more. As the scene unfolded and the rest of the undead started to eat one the ashes of their brethren, the immortal could feel their strength increase, though not to the extent of the ones that were stabbed by enchanted sword.
Her eyes sparkled with delight as she watched the events occur and a twisted grin slowly started to appear on her face. "Could you make one of the stronger ones so as I could take it with me to toy with?" She directed at the necromancer. "They seem like they could be fun to play with."
The things seemed like they were more capable than any other necromancer raised unit she had encountered before. And though they would still be of no match to her, Mikïa snikered a little at the thought of beating something to a pulp in many different manners and it getting up after each fight to the death. She hoped that the enhancements also made them able to learn from experience. If not, she'd make it learn.
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