02-12-2017, 02:04 AM
Revan awoke to the sound of torment and pain, his blue eyes bearing witness to the rainfall of the night sky and the mud that he had landed in. Perhaps jumping on the abominations back had been a bad idea, raising his arm out of the wet ground that gripped the fabric of his robe he used his gauntlets as dirty as they were to lift himself out of the pool he had formed. Rising to his feet he hoped he had not been out for long, where did those two get to? He asked looking around doing his best to ignore the sound of other battles that roared in the distance.
"There." Running forward he came upon a sight he wished he had not seen.
Bodies lay everywhere diseased just as much as his companion, some even still managed to stand wielding a vast array of weapons some most unconventional. It was then that he witnessed the plagued warrior and the dark magical warlord clash once more, he was not entirely sure what to do but knew he had to help in some way, he allowed his body to move closer to the battle even though every voice in his head told him to let the two fight it out alone. To say he was frightened was putting it lightly, he had been cast into a battle with two horrific beings both seemed obsessed with death and he had to admit were it not for darkshire he would have found it hard to consider Okor an ally. The twin blades of Azzinoth tore into the body of the diseased titan as Okor let loose with his Phosphex bolt pistol with some rounds bouncing off of the elves chest but some certainly found their mark, it was not enough however as the weapon and hand of Okor went flying severed from the main body.
Revan now prepared to rush the warrior, his sword would surely be more then enough so long as he was distracted. The worst was bound to happen it seemed, the elf sliced off the leper's leg forcing him to his knee. Revan knew he had only a moment to help his ally, he began to summon his hidden power as his body lifted off the ground he was determined to win this battle and see to it that darkshire was saved.
"This is where you meet your end." said the elf mage lifting his glaive in the air for what he hoped would be a victorious strike.
"We are endless!" spat Okor believing his body could take whatever the useless fatigued worm could do to him
"I am sick of these undead and diseased warriors, most of all Illidan I am sick of you!" he yelled with all the energy he had left ignoring as best he could the sharp pain in his lungs, hovering in the air as the elemental glyphs flashed and spun around him.
"I think that is meant for you." said Okor rolling out of the way of the attack.
"You fool you are no match for my powers." said Illidan charging toward the cloaked warrior swearing that he was going to rip the mans throat out.
A bright multicoloured beam shot out of Revan's built up magical power, the red and blue mixed as it slammed into the elves form, Illidan slashed his glaives together in front of him shielding himself the best he could from the powerful blast.
"There." Running forward he came upon a sight he wished he had not seen.
Bodies lay everywhere diseased just as much as his companion, some even still managed to stand wielding a vast array of weapons some most unconventional. It was then that he witnessed the plagued warrior and the dark magical warlord clash once more, he was not entirely sure what to do but knew he had to help in some way, he allowed his body to move closer to the battle even though every voice in his head told him to let the two fight it out alone. To say he was frightened was putting it lightly, he had been cast into a battle with two horrific beings both seemed obsessed with death and he had to admit were it not for darkshire he would have found it hard to consider Okor an ally. The twin blades of Azzinoth tore into the body of the diseased titan as Okor let loose with his Phosphex bolt pistol with some rounds bouncing off of the elves chest but some certainly found their mark, it was not enough however as the weapon and hand of Okor went flying severed from the main body.
Revan now prepared to rush the warrior, his sword would surely be more then enough so long as he was distracted. The worst was bound to happen it seemed, the elf sliced off the leper's leg forcing him to his knee. Revan knew he had only a moment to help his ally, he began to summon his hidden power as his body lifted off the ground he was determined to win this battle and see to it that darkshire was saved.
"This is where you meet your end." said the elf mage lifting his glaive in the air for what he hoped would be a victorious strike.
"We are endless!" spat Okor believing his body could take whatever the useless fatigued worm could do to him
"I am sick of these undead and diseased warriors, most of all Illidan I am sick of you!" he yelled with all the energy he had left ignoring as best he could the sharp pain in his lungs, hovering in the air as the elemental glyphs flashed and spun around him.
"I think that is meant for you." said Okor rolling out of the way of the attack.
"You fool you are no match for my powers." said Illidan charging toward the cloaked warrior swearing that he was going to rip the mans throat out.
A bright multicoloured beam shot out of Revan's built up magical power, the red and blue mixed as it slammed into the elves form, Illidan slashed his glaives together in front of him shielding himself the best he could from the powerful blast.
Quote:578 words Phosphex bolt pistol, blades of Azzinoth, Used Glyph Strike 0/1 SP