"Testy are we?" Macilla had almost no reaction when the blade was brought to her throat. When the summoner told her to attack she did, and with blinding speed for wearing heavy armor. Macilla brought the blade down on the summoner, even if he did block it with the shield it would send a shattering force through him, if the shield didn't absorb enough it could even break his arm. "You are definitely going to be a belt buckle!" She roared as she brought the blade down.
Post by The Ruined King on Feb 8, 2013 7:26:27 GMT -5
Summoner moves as though he were lighter than air stepping to the side. The blade missing my mere inches, his blade shoots forwards into the her left shoulder, she would feel it burning as hot as magma, yet as cold as ice. The sensation leaves her as he rips out the blade, she glares at her, "...Make the king believe you are worthy..."
I am the one who defied death. I am the one he fears. I am the on he can not take. One sweep of my hand and your nations will fall. Come for me you worms. You will all bow before my legions or be broken beneath us as we march upon your cities.
As the blade entered her shoulder, a growl again came from the helmet, sounding not at all human. Her blade again moved in a blur, hacking and slashing at the summoner at increasing speed. The growl became louder and louder as Macilla struck again and again, she wanted this summoner dead, and unless the King commanded her to stop, she would not halt until dead.
Post by The Ruined King on Feb 8, 2013 13:57:38 GMT -5
Keeping on her left injured side he seemed to be toying with her, always just out of reach, darting in, giving her a minor wound, then retreating as if he were made of mist. "You are to angry... You won't hit me..."
The King's voice thunders around the throne room, [shadow=grey,left,300]"Halt the fight!"[/shadow]
I am the one who defied death. I am the one he fears. I am the on he can not take. One sweep of my hand and your nations will fall. Come for me you worms. You will all bow before my legions or be broken beneath us as we march upon your cities.
Macilla continued through the fight, even as she became more and more injured she showed no sign of slowing. She seemed almost feral at this point, growls repeatedly coming from within the helmet. Her armor protected her from any serious injury, but cuts now littered where he armor didn't cover. "Hold still you little rat!" Roared Macilla.
Macilla practically felt the power of the king as he yelled, she stayed her ground, sword still ready to strike however. Deep in the eye holes in Macilla's helmet, a faint red glow shone through the darkness.
Post by The Ruined King on Feb 8, 2013 14:44:30 GMT -5
The king simply watches as Macilla stands still... He was suprised she stoped. "Kill her."
In a flash, Azazel lunged forwards, the blade phasing through her armour and solidifying in her chest, slicing apart her heart. Azazel knew however, the king had chosen her... Jealousy? No. Admiration? yes... But none would take Azazel's place at the kings side... She would be risen once more.
I am the one who defied death. I am the one he fears. I am the on he can not take. One sweep of my hand and your nations will fall. Come for me you worms. You will all bow before my legions or be broken beneath us as we march upon your cities.
In an instant Macilla attempted to defend herself, but Azazel was far too quick. The blade ripped through her heart, something sounding of a squeak exited the helmet, pathetic compared to the growl and echoing voice that usually came from it. The internal bleeding was immense, Macilla would no doubt die and she knew that. However in one last act her right gauntleted hand shot up and wrapped around Azazel's neck. Macilla thought this was the end and wanted to share a few parting words with her killer. "See you in hell."
With that Macilla gave a small squeeze of the mans throat, and then went limp, her body crashing to it's knees before the summoner. The bone armor made a horribly rattling noise as it clunked together.
Post by The Ruined King on Feb 8, 2013 16:12:29 GMT -5
Azazel looked down at her, if his face was visible it would show a look of almost pity, "My dear... You don't know hell." He kneels at her side and straightens her body so she was lying flat on her back, arms at her side and her sword lay beside her. He rests a palm upon her chest in order to knit the broken flesh of her heart together... The king however sends him a message not to. Obeying his lord, he moves away.
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Macilla would find herself in a plane of existence she had never experienced before, even during her first death. She could see oddly enough, she would find herself in the throne room, yet it almost empty, any sounds were disconnected as if they were being filtered through something. She would notice something about the throne room... It was bright, golden rays of sunlight shone through the stain glass windows. The floor was white marble and the throne was large and made of gold. Upon it she would see a figure, the ruined king himself before he was dead. yet no matter how hard she looked she could not make out any details. It was as though her mind forgot them as soon she saw them.
He spoke, his voice powerful and proud, "Macilla... How do you find my palace? Grand, is it not..."
I am the one who defied death. I am the one he fears. I am the on he can not take. One sweep of my hand and your nations will fall. Come for me you worms. You will all bow before my legions or be broken beneath us as we march upon your cities.
Macilla opened her eyes to see an almost blinding light, however her eyes adjusted quickly enough. She examined the room, trying to figure out where she was. Her eyes brought her to a man on a throne, she tried to see his face but it was as if her eyes refused to register the man. She saw only his figure, no specifics, but she could hear his voice quiet clearly. "Roomy, a bit too Demacian for my tastes but I suppose that doesn't matter." Macilla said almost mockingly.
A long sigh escaped her, she crossed her arms and breathed deeply. "So, what am I here for? Eternal torture?" She asked, trying to stay confident although she was quite worried about what was happening.
Post by The Ruined King on Feb 8, 2013 16:27:59 GMT -5
"Too Demacian?... Hmm..." A slight sound of annoyance sounds from the figure on the throne, it stands and walks towards the stain glass windows, a king, impaled by a black rose. The king stood with his back arched, as if the rose had stabbed him in the back. "Macilla... What do you know of torture...?"
The room would flicker, the light vanishing replaced by complete darkness, the figure of the king was replaced by a demon like creature, it looked as though it was once human though... The light crashes back through the darkness illuminating the throne room in the peaceful golden glow once more.
I am the one who defied death. I am the one he fears. I am the on he can not take. One sweep of my hand and your nations will fall. Come for me you worms. You will all bow before my legions or be broken beneath us as we march upon your cities.
Macilla watched the king carefully as he strode over to the windows, her eyes narrow at his question. "I know it's something I'd rather avoid..." She said, her hand twitching nervously, prepared to grab her sword.
As the light flickered and the creature appeared in front of her she grabbed the sword hilt... only for the room to return to normal. Macilla's eyes studied the room again, shifting to anything that moved, assessing the danger. "What do you want from me?.." She asked, her fear becoming more and more apparent.
Post by The Ruined King on Feb 8, 2013 16:42:54 GMT -5
Her dead body in the same place it would be if they were still on the isles. The king walks over to it, his strides making him look as though her were gliding, the air around the throne room would begin to shimmer, hundreds upon hundreds of what looked to be souls all filled the room. Many in broken armour of ages long past, some looked to be nothing more than civilians, merchants, nobles... The king looks down at her body, "You wish to avoid it... Yet you continue to live, be it undeath or not... What do you know of suffering?"
I am the one who defied death. I am the one he fears. I am the on he can not take. One sweep of my hand and your nations will fall. Come for me you worms. You will all bow before my legions or be broken beneath us as we march upon your cities.
Macilla answered with much more determination then the past few minutes. "I know of suffering, I lived my life as a poor child, irradiated and dying, just scraping by. I want days without food, the water I drank made me more sick every day. at moments I wished for death, and others I fought on, I rose to the challenge, only for my life to smash me back down again. I came here, only for you to order me killed again." Macilla paused before speaking again.
Post by The Ruined King on Feb 8, 2013 18:40:53 GMT -5
The king remains standing over her corpse, he lets out an odd growl sound, "So you have suffered in life... only to die.. Rise and die once more... And you will be willing rise once again... Only to suffer and struggle to survive?"
He looks to her, his eyes seemed to be the only part she could register, at first they seemed kind, full of love... Then they flicker, filled with betrayal, hatred and anger. He looks back to the stained glass windows... "What do you know of me?"
I am the one who defied death. I am the one he fears. I am the on he can not take. One sweep of my hand and your nations will fall. Come for me you worms. You will all bow before my legions or be broken beneath us as we march upon your cities.
"I know not what awaits me on the other side, whether it be a happy and safe place, or hell incarnate and so I fight on. I've worked too hard in my years to die young." Macilla answered
She watched the King's eyes, wondering what that look was for, but then they turned to hatred and anger, she figured that was the usual look. "Well, I know you're powerful, a king, leader of the Shadow Isles, you're dead, and let's see... oh yeah you had me killed just a few minutes ago." She replied, clearly still a bit upset about her second death.
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