09-19-2007, 07:07 AM
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If ur gonna b 2 faced at least make 1 of em pretty
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Location: Adelaide, South Australia
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Re: Malice Spire
OoC: Yeah, okay mate. I'll keep writing. I've been a little busy lately too, that's why I didn't do it sooner!
BiC: Demyx ran up the spiral staircase as fast as he could, and he made good time. He was about a quater of the way up the mammoth tower when he noticed one of the two down below him stirring. He stopped. It wasn't often that he used his powers from so high up, but he had to stop the man with the crescent blade. So far, he was his greatest competition. The other man, foolish as he obviously was, had stumbled across this place by accident. He was strong, yes, but brawn enough would not be enough to gain the tome which Demyx sought.
Demyx concentrated his mind on his adversary and focused his magical energy on the clouds above him. He could feel a tiny amount of moisture within the cloud, and he used his magic to manipulate that moisture. He groped around in his mind for the memories which he needed to activate the magic which he sought. He found them far too quickly. The first set of memories were all of him killing for hire. He killed his targets without remorse or regret. He used the cold feeling which welled up within him to turn the moisture into ice and then the memories changed. This time he remembered the betrayal he had felt when his mentor, his friend, had revealed that it was he who had annihilated his tribe and left him orphaned and alone in the world. The sheer anger which he felt caused dark, evil-looking storm clouds to congregate in the air above and around him, all full of cold, ferocious energy which blocked out all of the light in the sky.
With a dark sneer, Demyx commanded the clouds which he had created to burst forth and relinquish the icy missiles within them. The heavens opened at his will and rained sharp hailstones down upon the plains. The stirring man below was hit numerous times by hail, as was the other, still unconcious, warrior. After a while, Demyx decided that they had suffered enough, and commanded the hail to stop. He laughed utloud and continued running. they wouldn't bother him for a while now.
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