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(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Thu Aug 29 2024]
In the Parking Lot of the Elm Street Apartment Complex
It is afternoon, about 94F(34C) degrees,
Fayad stalks through the dream, the noise of click-click-click coming from talons clacking against each other.
Fayad says "You said you'd see me later. I like taking initiative when it comes to things like this. This'll work out better than the Dean thing. Hopefully."
Konstantin stretches out slowly, exhaling a length. "Well well well."
Konstantin pauses and clucks his tongue. "Fayad, is that you?"
Fayad says "It is."
Sniffing once, Konstantin reaches down to his side, unclipping a sword from its holster; "So. Will you be joined by any others, or is this a private dance?"
Fayad says "Private. "
Konstantin clucks his tongue again, shaking his head slowly as he stares out into the whirling eddies of the nightmare's mist; "Foolish." He turns his head, gripping a radio on his armour; "Unit three, start locking. I am about to engage."
Continuing to speak into the radio, Konstantin steps backwards away from Fayad slowly, sword held loosely by his side. "One hostile. Breach when ready."
Fayad whistles and places a mechanical wolf on the ground. A spirit forms from the ether, beginning to inhabit it as he peers across the way at Konstantin. "Fetch me his life force, boy," he mutters, his claw clicking together at his side.
Konstantin continues to step backwards, putting distance between himself and Fayad as he waits for his lackeys to pick up the pace and insert themselves through whatever means they have to break into this pocket of the nightmare. Who ever heard of a fair fight?
Fayad approaches Konstantin, and his talons rip out through the air. Konstantin can feel an ill omen pass through him as the arcanist levies some sort of curse upon Konstantin's psychic being.
A muted thundercrack sounds as vicious roided-out thug appears with a flash beside Konstantin, silverish motes of light buzzing about him for a moment before fading. "Next breach, proceed", Konstantin instructs, still watching Fayad in the distance.
Fayad utilizes his right hand to levy a benediction of some sort upon a furless, ash-grey mottled Emberwolf; emancipated from the enthrallment of a dragon as he whistles out a command.
Motioning to a furless, ash-grey mottled Emberwolf; emancipated from the enthrallment of a dragon, Konstantin grunts aside to vicious roided-out thug "Deal with dog when it comes in. You can introduce self to the boy when your colleague arrives."
Fayad continues walking closer, his brow full of perspiration. His relic glitters in the light and a heat haze suddenly forms around Konstantin which quickly develops into Konstantin's clothes catching fire in a few places, mildly. "This is actually pretty close to a wizard duel," he comments. "Servitors set against each other," as the bullets and fireballs begin to fly.
A second heavy crackles into existence beside Konstantin, whatever machination he had planned coming to fruition.
Konstantin lifts a hand, calling out loudly; "Show him what you think about being servitors, boys." With that, he drops the hand downwards towards Fayad in a chopping motion, pointing his middle and index fingers towards the man. With that, the two of them grunt in affirmative and lurch forwards with murder in their cold, beady eyes.
Konstantin clears his throat with a quick exhalation, sending a spark of flame over towards a furless, ash-grey mottled Emberwolf; emancipated from the enthrallment of a dragon, ranging it in before drawing in a deeper breath.
Fayad pops off a shot with his rifle before moving backwards, frowning, apparantly trusting in the power of his Emberwolf to carry the day. What an overconfident wizard!
Having gathered a chest full of infernal potency, Konstantin lurches forwards and leaps through the air, hurtling forwards with a screech of his armour's servos before landing heavily and with metallic thunk. The moment he hits the ground, Konstantin belches out a violent torrent of searing crimson flame that washes over a furless, ash-grey mottled Emberwolf; emancipated from the enthrallment of a dragon
Fayad says "Oh. Well. Shit."
Fayad shrugs and heads in, levelling the rifle to his shoulder as he takes a few more pot-shots at Konstantin.
As the slugs fly in at him, Konstantin flinches slightly but they mostly fly by innocuously. One comes close but a distortion in the air around him ripples out as it diverts course slightly, enough to miss.
Konstantin sniffs once and exhales a singular chuckle. He turns back westwards, the way he came, walking back away from Fayad. Lifting a hand up beside his shoulder, Konstantin calls out; "Deal with him", leaving Fayad to the pair of violent thugs headed his way
Fayad thickens the air around him to inhibit the bullets as he drops the completely ineffectual rifle in favor of trying to Do Something with his spear.
A Battle In The Nightmare 240830
(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Thu Aug 29 2024]
In the Parking Lot of the Elm Street Apartment Complex
It is afternoon, about 94F(34C) degrees,
Fayad stalks through the dream, the noise of click-click-click coming from talons clacking against each other.
Fayad says "You said you'd see me later. I like taking initiative when it comes to things like this. This'll work out better than the Dean thing. Hopefully."
Konstantin stretches out slowly, exhaling a length. "Well well well."
Konstantin pauses and clucks his tongue. "Fayad, is that you?"
Fayad says "It is."
Sniffing once, Konstantin reaches down to his side, unclipping a sword from its holster; "So. Will you be joined by any others, or is this a private dance?"
Fayad says "Private. "
Konstantin clucks his tongue again, shaking his head slowly as he stares out into the whirling eddies of the nightmare's mist; "Foolish." He turns his head, gripping a radio on his armour; "Unit three, start locking. I am about to engage."
Continuing to speak into the radio, Konstantin steps backwards away from Fayad slowly, sword held loosely by his side. "One hostile. Breach when ready."
Fayad whistles and places a mechanical wolf on the ground. A spirit forms from the ether, beginning to inhabit it as he peers across the way at Konstantin. "Fetch me his life force, boy," he mutters, his claw clicking together at his side.
Konstantin continues to step backwards, putting distance between himself and Fayad as he waits for his lackeys to pick up the pace and insert themselves through whatever means they have to break into this pocket of the nightmare. Who ever heard of a fair fight?
Fayad approaches Konstantin, and his talons rip out through the air. Konstantin can feel an ill omen pass through him as the arcanist levies some sort of curse upon Konstantin's psychic being.
A muted thundercrack sounds as vicious roided-out thug appears with a flash beside Konstantin, silverish motes of light buzzing about him for a moment before fading. "Next breach, proceed", Konstantin instructs, still watching Fayad in the distance.
Fayad utilizes his right hand to levy a benediction of some sort upon a furless, ash-grey mottled Emberwolf; emancipated from the enthrallment of a dragon as he whistles out a command.
Motioning to a furless, ash-grey mottled Emberwolf; emancipated from the enthrallment of a dragon, Konstantin grunts aside to vicious roided-out thug "Deal with dog when it comes in. You can introduce self to the boy when your colleague arrives."
Fayad continues walking closer, his brow full of perspiration. His relic glitters in the light and a heat haze suddenly forms around Konstantin which quickly develops into Konstantin's clothes catching fire in a few places, mildly. "This is actually pretty close to a wizard duel," he comments. "Servitors set against each other," as the bullets and fireballs begin to fly.
A second heavy crackles into existence beside Konstantin, whatever machination he had planned coming to fruition.
Konstantin lifts a hand, calling out loudly; "Show him what you think about being servitors, boys." With that, he drops the hand downwards towards Fayad in a chopping motion, pointing his middle and index fingers towards the man. With that, the two of them grunt in affirmative and lurch forwards with murder in their cold, beady eyes.
Konstantin clears his throat with a quick exhalation, sending a spark of flame over towards a furless, ash-grey mottled Emberwolf; emancipated from the enthrallment of a dragon, ranging it in before drawing in a deeper breath.
Fayad pops off a shot with his rifle before moving backwards, frowning, apparantly trusting in the power of his Emberwolf to carry the day. What an overconfident wizard!
Having gathered a chest full of infernal potency, Konstantin lurches forwards and leaps through the air, hurtling forwards with a screech of his armour's servos before landing heavily and with metallic thunk. The moment he hits the ground, Konstantin belches out a violent torrent of searing crimson flame that washes over a furless, ash-grey mottled Emberwolf; emancipated from the enthrallment of a dragon
Fayad says "Oh. Well. Shit."
Fayad shrugs and heads in, levelling the rifle to his shoulder as he takes a few more pot-shots at Konstantin.
As the slugs fly in at him, Konstantin flinches slightly but they mostly fly by innocuously. One comes close but a distortion in the air around him ripples out as it diverts course slightly, enough to miss.
Konstantin sniffs once and exhales a singular chuckle. He turns back westwards, the way he came, walking back away from Fayad. Lifting a hand up beside his shoulder, Konstantin calls out; "Deal with him", leaving Fayad to the pair of violent thugs headed his way
Fayad thickens the air around him to inhibit the bullets as he drops the completely ineffectual rifle in favor of trying to Do Something with his spear.