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vatheon2013-07-01 11:48 am
powerandstatus) wrote in vatheon2013-07-01 11:48 am
Closed | Duel
Who: Angelo and Marcello.
Where: Outside the Abandoned Village.
When: June 29th.
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Status: Closed.
[When morning came, Marcello made his way across the city to the island. Dawn was still breaking across the sky when he rode the elevator up. He assumed he was not returning when he stepped off it; and prepared himself for what was going to be a rather hard fight.
The idea gave him a thoughtful silence in which to think as he walked through the abandoned village. He was visualising his brother lying across the floor at his feet; he tried to see himself there. He had no idea what his brother had mapped out, but he was prepared to lose everything. He would never have taken the easy way out - for his body would not let him. Even now, with his hopes crushed and a little tattered, it was impossible to stop moving.
He climbed to find himself staring down over the village, and promising never to let his brother have anything else. That Angelo's decision to challenge him to this duel had not been the case. There was a sort of silence that lulled him into peace. He did not trust his brother to have the stomach to do what he needed - which he had shown by staying at the abbey, and throughout his life.
And as far as he was concerned, it was inevitable as soon as he had been brought to this accursed place - where he could not escape his brother - that it would have come to this.]
Where: Outside the Abandoned Village.
When: June 29th.
Style: [Brackets].
Status: Closed.
[When morning came, Marcello made his way across the city to the island. Dawn was still breaking across the sky when he rode the elevator up. He assumed he was not returning when he stepped off it; and prepared himself for what was going to be a rather hard fight.
The idea gave him a thoughtful silence in which to think as he walked through the abandoned village. He was visualising his brother lying across the floor at his feet; he tried to see himself there. He had no idea what his brother had mapped out, but he was prepared to lose everything. He would never have taken the easy way out - for his body would not let him. Even now, with his hopes crushed and a little tattered, it was impossible to stop moving.
He climbed to find himself staring down over the village, and promising never to let his brother have anything else. That Angelo's decision to challenge him to this duel had not been the case. There was a sort of silence that lulled him into peace. He did not trust his brother to have the stomach to do what he needed - which he had shown by staying at the abbey, and throughout his life.
And as far as he was concerned, it was inevitable as soon as he had been brought to this accursed place - where he could not escape his brother - that it would have come to this.]
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So you decided to show you after all. I thought you would run as you did back in Neos.
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He climbed the stairs quickly and easily, saying nothing till he had climbed the rest and stood at the top near a pile of rubble. They were too close to the village for his liking.]
Get down from there. And move on. I would rather do this pathetic business somewhere where we won't be interfered.
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You remember the terms to which we agreed I assume? Neither of us will show mercy to the other or hold back. It's very possible one of us may not come out of this alive. Are you still willing to go through with it?
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Do you not think my presence here at this ungodly hour shows my intention? You accuse me one minute of complicity in what I've done, but now speak like I don't know my own mind?
[He gave a heavy sigh.]
I came to oblige your little game, I hardly came to be insulted.
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This isn't a game, Marcello! I'll show you I'm capable of standing on my own feet without the others. You may have beaten me during our training at the Abbey, but this is different. I've beaten the Lord of Darkness and you before, I can do it again.
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At speed he was pondering if he could justify pre-empting himself - that attacking his brother before the moment the duel would begin would satisfy any urge he was feeling. Truly he did not care about his own honour. For his reputation was already finished. His sword stirred the air, ignited an immense burst of red-hot flames and straightened to point at Angelo. The flames swirled around it then spiraled up, burning loudly - and very brightly - in the air above.]
If you can defeat me fairly, by all means prove it! But with your actions, not your mouth!
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And before he could move at all, the speeding line of arrows were coming through the air. They weren't something he could dodge when he could see Angelo's expression up close. He was already stabbing his sabre in the earth, and from behind him his sword hand brought up wind that seemed to come out of thin air.
But the arrows were fast and made to pierce through air; the wind deflected only one. Pain erupted on his face when the second pierced through his forearm and the third embedded in his left thigh. Both spasmed at the points of entry and he breathed heavily. He had no idea how he was going to heal all of that, but he attempted it anyway.]
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By now he had not the slightest interest in being shown mercy. He had no idea if his brother had forgotten the speed he had, but he was about to show him. He would make the heathen beg for his life so strongly that his forehead would be ground into the dirt. He seized his blade, which still felt perfectly balanced in his grip, and sliced a cross in the air. Light and heat erupted out of the schism, engulfing the arrows that were flying towards him.
He was, as always, taking the warmth of the Goddess and bending it to his whim. To sear the arrows out of the sky and burn his brother alive. That, he thought, would serve as a display of his power if ever there was one.
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He ran for safety at the nearby forest that bordered the clearing. It seemed to take him a long time to reach a tree, and he even stumbled at the end as he dragged his body behind one and reattempted to heal. He was breathing heavily as he relaxed against the bark. He could shelter from the arrows here, and even had the intent to draw his brother in.]
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You can't hide from me forever, Marcello! I know what you're trying to do and I won't fall for it! Instead of running away, why not continue facing me like a man?!
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[Marcello said nothing more and leaned against the tree for some time. His brother's words caused him no dishonour. In a remarkably short number of weeks, he had lost it anyway. And this was a battle.
He waited for his healing to bring him a couple of welcome breaths. Though it did nothing much, the relief it gave him to finally be able to breathe was welcome. He edged closer to the edge of the tree and forced the rage he was controlling into his right hand. He thought if he could not lure his brother out he would smoke him out, and emerged quickly to aim a Kafrizzle at the grass around Angelo's feet.]
Ah, but you were a pathetic coward when small. So terribly frightened of what I could do. Enough. I have no need to justify myself to you, you damned hypocrite!
[The flames crackled and become a wildfire, engulfing everything. He did not care about the forest or this entire city if his brother or himself would just disappear.]
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[Angelo then quickly notices the fire at his feet and only gets smoke with minor burns on his clothing along with his face before he manages to leap away. Though even moving away, his eyes retain a sensation of stinging and pain while making it hard for him to see anything. It's also unfortunate that the fire makes a large wall of distance between the two of them when he decides to attempt casting another powerful Kaswoosh spell to try pushing the fire away from the tree. There's uncertainty in his thoughts however, as he's unsure if the spell will head that way being partly blind from the smoke.]
Have you gone mad? You'll burn down the entire forest if you don't put this out! I'm not about to die because of your cowardice!
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Oh, spare me your sanctimonious nonsense! Certainly you asked for no mercy. That is what I am giving you.
[He sprang out from the back of the tree and raised an arm against the flames. As he charged through the wall to where he remembered his brother was, they caught the length of his coat and burned his gloves. His fingers balled into a fist that had every intention of connecting with Angelo's face.]
Beside, surely if you are to to die then the means don't matter, do they?
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He squinted through his fingers across the distance between himself and his brother and barely saw his brother's form in the smoke. He was not any too sure how Angelo had landed on his backside. It was an opportunity, and he took advantage of it.
But the fire made his thoughts delirious. He struggled against the pain it brought to his head, and charged faster with his will blocking out the worst of it. He came into range of his brother and, over him, his sabre was raised with the intent to carve him in two. But in a remarkably short space of time, everything changed. He had no way of seeing what was underneath his feet for the smoke was billowing over the floor. His foot had snagged underneath the burned root of a nearby tree.
And he stumbled. And was ran through on the sword he couldn't see till it was too late. It punctured through his lung and his weight made his body slide down to the guard. And the feeling was indescribable; he tried to breath, in shock, but began coughing blood.]
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...Marcello. I... I..
[Those being the only words he is able to speak and nothing more. But even Marcello could tell his brother's fear and horror at what has happened.]
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But he heard the distant sound of Angelo's fear - felt him tremble on the other side of his face, his hands, down to his stomach. Together with the throbbing in his chest. The capability to be lucid was being taken away from him. But he was not senseless; he was surviving on a few moments of peace caused by the shock of it all. His mind, struggling with the situation, was forcing his body to endure it.
Then he tasted his own blood. It filled his mouth; he coughed it out. And when he fully comprehended what it was and what had happened to him, the agony was rising quite rapidly. He voiced a loud scream and breathed the unbearable pain on his brother. The shock was becoming something different; he barely managed to stay conscious as his body began to tremble and shake. But he fought out of instinct.
He usually tried to appear so collected and in control but this time he was struggling with his feelings, with his eyes tightly shut. When they opened, he was looking at his brother with such a wicked grin that Angelo likely had not seen it before. He was determined to inflict Angelo with as much pain as possible before he passed on. His words came out scrambled as he talked.]
... Look at this! Look... at me... Angelo. What do you think... of what... you have done!?
[There was nothing else to say. Those would be the last words his brother would hear from him.]
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What would his punishment be for this if the Defense Force found out? He wasn't sure. So instead of removing where he was, he runs back to his apartment in Ordo to try sleeping this off. However, he knew this would stay with him for a long while and he wouldn't sleep well at all that night or the coming nights.]