OoC: You seem to have studied up on Kandred. But there are some mistakes. You got the older Kandred, which is partly my fault for not having a link to the current thread in my signature, which I apologise for. I’ve put a link to the current thread in my signature image.

BiC:
“Argh!” Kandred stumbled back, arms and legs flailing about helplessly as he fell back to the corn-shoot-covered soil. The breath was flung from his lungs as his body smashed down, killing hundreds of helpless shoots.

“How do you allow this pathetic gathering of bones best you, Agrazdiel?” the smoke-dry voice hissed through his mind, almost mocking him.

“He’s too…Strong…”

“And who’s inhabited by an extremely powerful Æthereal Dæmon: you, or him?”

“You’re right. I haven’t been using your powers enough…”

“Yes, our powers…” And with that, Drakduroth was gone from his mind. For now…

“You talking to yourself, Kandred? Maybe you’re mad… Heheh…” Toofy strutted up to Kandred, both blades still in one hand.

Kandred flipped up, shook all the feathers out of his skin and landed softly in one fluid motion. Then he punched Toofy in the face and watched in amusement as the skeletal figure flew backwards. He chuckled. “Maybe I am mad. We’ll just have to see, won’t we?” He leapt forward and swept Rezaveron up from the ground, swinging his outstretched hand towards Toofy, who was sent sliding away from Kandred once more.

Toofy jumped up, his body twisting around in amazing and unpredictable ways, displaying his extreme level of flexibility. And in a single second there was the flash and crack of the whip, and Kandred lay flat on the ground, tripped by the flexible cable whilst he was still in midair.

Kandred quickly righted himself, wielding Rezaveron with extreme ferocity and accuracy. Yet his sword was still blocked by the all-too-flexible Toofy and his two-headed marotte. Two, three and four cards flew at him, which, with difficulty, he managed to stop with flames and minuscule flickers of lightning. One managed to slip past him and came back at his wings. Agrazdiel reacted with break-neck speed, slicing the card to shreds with a quick, powerful and taloned hand.

But in that time, however small it was, Toofy had managed to gain ground on Kandred, who twisted away from the ripped card and spreading to his full height, only to find that Toofy had disappeared into the flames.

“Find him.” Drakduroth sprang back into the front of Kandred's mind and Kandred could sense Drakduroth’s growing frustration with him.

“Of course,” he remarked, a grim smile finding its way onto his face. He held the Undying Blade forward, muttering under his breath words in a foreign, magical language. The fire rune on the upturned face of the sword shone like a firestar, lighting up Kandred's Dæmon-like face with a bloody-red glow. The blade seemed to melt, floating around Kandred like plasma. And then the all the flames were sucked towards him, soaking him in their heat. The flames and plasma-Gallatrite merged, forming back into the blade on Rezaveron’s crossbar. But Kandred could no longer see Toofy, who had seemingly disappeared completely.

Then Toofy struck. He leapt up from behind Kandred, and came down, smashing the flat of his sword onto Kandred's skull. Darkness enveloped Kandred's mind and vision, consuming all.

“Not now, Agrazdiel. You cannot give in now.” Drakduroth’s ash-rough voice roared loud, breaking the silence of the darkness. Lightning seared across Kandred's mind, its thunderous might burning away all the darkness from Kandred's mind, sharpening every sense. Kandred could feel an immense amount of the golden and bronze Æther-power flood his entire body.

“What is this power? Where is it from?” Kandred was in confusion.

“It is the power you have been ignoring. Our potential.”

Kandred's body convulsed and shuddered as his wings were replaced by massive, hook-wings of Drakduroth’s, his hair was replaced by a voluminous mane of starlight silver, and his whole body changed into the monstrosity that was his Dæmon and him combined.

Toofy stared as Kandred's body mutated into an eight-foot tall spined beast covered in bronzed golden scales and shadows, the lightning blue eyes with golden pupils stared at him, the shining hair whipping around like a shredded cloth of stars and lightning.

Kandred spoke through gnarled teeth, his voice now as dry and crackling as Drakduroth’s, “Now, Toofy, you must fight the beast you so foolishly challenged.”

“Now we are truly Agrazdiel, the Unforgiven.” Drakduroth cackled and hissed delightedly, roaring in triumph.

“Very well then, Kandred. I shall defeat you, Dæmon or no.” Toofy laughed and spun his sceptre around his head, not phased in the slightest by the golden figure.

“Finish him.” Drakduroth ordered, pumping Agrazdiel full of his power and might. In response to Drakduroth, Agrazdiel swung his immense, golden and bronze claws at the jester. A talon just managed to merely rip a sleeve off Toofy’s clothes, the jester dancing around merrily, sceptre in hand.

Toofy flung himself through the air and onto Agrazdiel’s back, navigating his way around the forest of golden spines and scales, eventually reaching the Dæmon-man’s thick neck.

Toofy laughed amusedly and flicked his sceptre into a sword. “And with a final blow to the neck, Toofy slew the incredibly stupid demon-thing!” he exclaimed, swinging his sword around his head before sinking the blade into Agrazdiel’s neck.

“No!” Drakduroth roared through Agrazdiel’s open mouth, shaking the ground. Toofy, still cackling wildly, jumped back down to the ground as Agrazdiel’s body crackled with golden energy and became translucent, like a thundercloud. With a final shudder, crackle and scream the now smoky Dæmon-form drifted away with the wind and Kandred was left nude and exposed on the bare soil, the shoots of corn springing up all around him. Kandred stood and Drakduroth, using the last of his strength, summoned back his pants for modesty’s sake.

“And now, for my next trick, I shall trap this puny mortal with a simple queen of hearts!” Toofy laughed menacingly as a silver box appeared around Kandred, trapping him.

Just as Kandred was about to start pounding his scaly fists against the inside of the box, Drakduroth whispered to him, “Do not give him the amusement he wants from you. You will only exert yourself trying to get out.” Drakduroth was right, so Kandred sat down and waited.

He muttered beneath his breath, “You may think you have won, Jaster. But it has only just begun.”

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