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"So, I guess that's the end for you, huh?" Levantris stood up, leaving the paralyzed Nali on the ground. He could see perfectly through the dark light, without any hindrance at all.
To Levantris, Nali wasn't a red-robed thief with saliva and anger brewing in his mouth. In fact, he almost looked completely different. Nali was white-skinned, and wore upon himself dirty brown rags and had a gray aura around him. His hair was shown: short, spiky, and black. He held a small dagger hilt, with no blade on it. The hilt was brown and as homely as the rags that he wore, and his face was looking at Levantris with sorrow, anger, and inquisition.
"Ah, so that's what you are. Quite sad, but then again, so was I! Farewell!" Levantris brandished what appeared to be a form of whip, that was silver and was being blown freely in a wind that didn't exist. It had no links, and instead was one long, smooth gleaming piece of metal that had two large key rings at the end.
He threw down the whip and it wrapped around Nali's head, and he looked back and forth in panic as he awaited the torture that would be inflicted upon him. The key rings shot out nine colors of spikes: black, white, red, blue, brown, green, pink, orange, and purple, that phased into Nali's head and left holes in it that glowed in correspondence to the color of the spike.
Then, the crescent on Levantris's hand stopped glowing with the black light that sustained the illusionary world, and everything reverted back to its original state. Nali was on the gray bricks, asleep by the looks of it. His wounds from the daggers were still leaking streamy blood across the bricks, and his body was still breathing.
"Now, for the finishing touch." Levantris went over to where the Mithril knife was and carefully picked it up, making sure the acid that it the tip was coated in didn't drip onto him. He went over to Nali, and spoke to him softly:

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"I would be sorry, but you got in my way. So now you have paid the price for your insolence..." and with that, he thrust the acid-tipped knife into Nali's heart, creating a loud steaming noise.
The acid was melting Nali's heart, and before long, Levantris could see through his body to the bricks, that were also melting in the acid'* heat.
"Now then, what was he working on? This safe, I imagine..." Levantris searched Nali's clothing and got the lockpick that he had been using to pick the key locks on the safe.
"Amazing! This safe has only five copies worldwide! But, seeing as it's common knowledge to us thieves, we would have to figure them out sooner or later..." Levantris grinned, and then proceeded to pick the rightmost of the six key locks.

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~==~^^^~~==~+++~/\~| Bliss Bookmark 11 |~/\~+++~==~~^^^~==~
You think this battle's halfway done? Ooooh no, it's just started. You're (and I was too) going to be amazed at the length of this chapter. Which is why there's the Bliss Bookmarks to break it up into easier-to-read segments.
Oh, and sorry for the 20+ post break between Bookmarks: this next segment is only 13 posts long, so it won't be as hard on you.
~==~^^^~~==~+++~/\~| Bliss Bookmark 11 |~/\~+++~==~~^^^~==~

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"I hate you, Bear of the Northern Wilder--" Sevan was cut off by Beraw's scimitar cutting him across the cheek, opening a huge cut in his face, which began to leak blood down his face. Sevan's armor was torn in many places, and there were also a lot of cuts in his sides and in his back. Beraw had a tear in his forehead, the skin opening up and curling out a little from the wound, which was beginning to drip on his armor, that had many dents and even holes in it.
"As the same for you, Royal Ranger!" Beraw whirled his scimitars around, like two vertical helicopter blades, and Sevan took advantage of that by jumping to the side while thrusting the orange-coated dagger straight he had punctured a hole in Beraw's armor, and it connected perfectly. Beraw bent over in pain as the orange goo glowed where it had pierced him, but that only made it sink in further.
"What... the heck... is in that dagger?!" Beraw panted as he swung his scimitars in opposing vertical directions, while Sevan crouched down, his foot being sliced open by the very edge of the jet black scimitar.
"Gyaaaaow! Why should I tell you?! You'll find out soon enough!" Sevan shot out his unharmed foot and tripped Beraw, although that plan backfired when Beraw landed right on top of Sevan, who was unable to get up in time because of his foot.
Beraw took this opportunity to crush Sevan into the wall by pushing himself back further, while trying to get the dagger out of his stomach. He tugged and his face was sweaty with stretch marks as he pulled on the dagger, but it wouldn't budge, and blood still seeped out of the wound.
Sevan kept trying to push Beraw off of him, but the burning pain in his foot was making him weak and delirious. To make things worse, a bent piece of Beraw's armor was poking into the wound, making it hurt even more than it did before.

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The pain was like a hot, huge needle being weaved in and out of his foot at the speed of a thief sprinting, and it filled his screams with agony.
--
Pa*uet was truly enjoying himself. He had already killed about ten Black Arm members, and hadn't taken any damage from any attacks that they tried on him. He felt like he was in his twenties again, except now he was an unstoppable mage instead of a ruthless warrior.
"Who's next, huh?! Who's got the guts to come at me?!!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, and the sound echoed through many rooms in Jipalar. No one returned the response, and Pa*uet lit another couple of flames in the hallways using some of his Fire Runes. He ran through the lit corridors, trying to find any more thieves to kill, but he just kept running around in circles, finding the same mutilated, torn, burnt, and melted bodies wherever he went.
Then he decided to take a new path, instead going into the darkness of a rather large corridor that seemed like it was being surveyed by nothing short of a camera. He lit another light, but it was immediately snuffed out only a second after it was born.
"What? Hmm... Holadia Scatter!" Pa*uet's hand glowed white for half a second, and then he released what he was holding in it: white diamonds, that easily seared through the steel walls of Jipalar Warehouse. Dim moonlight penetrated the darkness of the wide hallway, and cool, refreshing air flowed in through the holes.
"Interesting." Pa*uet peered through one of the holes that the diamonds had made. He saw burly men in gray uniforms with gray medium helmets opening up the steel blocks that were behind what looked like their entrance point. He wondered what they were doing, as one of them shouted in a rough, offensive voice:
"Come on, you dirty sons of filth! Get to it! We've got thieves in here and you all are making me wish it was Amateur Night!" the man was wearing a red full helm with horns on it, obviously a Dragon Medium Helmet.

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Pa*uet noticed that the men were toting what appeared to be very streamlined, black Gnome bazookas, almost thin enough to be able to fit through the melted hole in the wall that he had made.
"Ah, yes... The experimental weapons from Daero and Caldre. Geniuses, those two are. Now, get in there and destroy anything that moves! Go, go, go!" the leader shouted in that commanding voice that he seemed to love using.
"Caldre...? I wonder who that possibly could be. But if Daero helped make those weapons, they must not be joking around. I have to protect the Phoenixes before those guards can get to them! They certainly won't listen to me, so they'll have to listen to my magic!" Pa*uet darted off in the direction of his entrance, hastily thinking of what spells could hold off a team of bazookas.
--
Vinnin was busy hacking into a crate in the darkness, the crowbar he had found lying on the ground extremely useful. Inside laid all sorts of odd things: Party hats, pumpkins, yo-yos, scarves, bobble hats, and even the occasional scythe or pair of bunny ears.
"What the heck is this stuff?! Oh well... hey, the scythe looks niiiiiiice...." Vinnin reached in and pulled out the scythe, swinging it about softly. He looked in one last time, to see if there was anything else of interest, and he found some strange skeleton garb, that was black, stretchy, and made him look like a skeleton.
"Well, I suppose it's better than nothing." Vinnin put down the scythe and put on the skeleton gear, which was itchy against his skin. He put on the head, and then said:
"I am the Grim Reaper's skeleton helper! Wooo!" after that, he ran off with the scythe in his hands, ready to fight whatever came his way.
Vinnin ran through the dark reaches of the warehouse, until he noticed a light at the end of a long corridor. He ran over to it, his feet making no noise on the steel, and when he got to the light, he noticed that it was floating in midair: a magical fireball.

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"Creepy." Vinnin ran across the lit hallway, the steel now beginning to look gray rather than black in the faint light. He went into a room that had four lights in the four corners of the room, and then he saw something that nearly made him break the scythe that he was holding.
The bodies of men in Rogue armor, with holes in them and blood leaking out onto the floor, while others were shriveled up and burnt. What hurt the most was that one of them, with his head having an angry look on it as it sat a few feet from his body, looked exactly like Ralph. Vinnin roared in fury, swinging the scythe with heavy force, and then shouted,
"I'm gonna murder whoever did this! I swear I will!!"
Then, he took off through the corridors, growling and ready to slay whoever could've done this. He eventually came to more darkness as the flames had stopped showing up in the network of hallways that made up Jipalar Warehouse. He stopped running, and walked into the darkness, armed and dangerous, and even looking the part, as he was a skeleton.
"Hurry up, Pa*uet, hurry up!" Pa*uet said to himself as he ran through the darkness, his light beginning to fade out as he was running low on Fire Runes to keep all the lights in Jipalar active. He finally saw a corridor that was filled with silvery light, and then stopped there, waiting for the guards.
Pa*uet was almost too late, as the first guard was already slipping his bazooka through the hole.
"Holadia Focus!" Pa*uet shouted, as his hand began to glow white. He waited as the light grew brighter and brighter, and as soon as the guard tried to lift himself up through the hole, he let go of the energy and sent it flying as diamonds straight at the guard, and it shot through his armor and through his chest like sharpened arrows through water. He didn't even scream as the diamonds ripped through his body and landed outside on the gravel.

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"What in the name of grave recruits is going on?! Men, prepare to fire at whatever the heck just shot out those white diamonds! Now, now, before anyone else gets killed!!" the leader of the guards shouted, and they began to ready their bazookas, the black metal that was used to line them beginning to turn red from the heat that was powering them up.
"Now, aim at the hole!" the guards immediately formed a semicircle about twenty yards away from the hole, and the now-red metal was beginning to let off steam from whatever was being heated inside.
"Fire!!!" the leader shouted, but Pa*uet had been listening to his brash, loud speech, and had formed a force field behind the hole, taking the bazooka that the first guard had dropped inside. He got as far away as possible while still being able to keep watch on the silver-lit entrance, which involved peeking out of the next room.
The nine guards that were holding the bazookas pulled a trigger on their undersides, and were thrown back ten feet from the shock of the flying nitroglyceride vials that were kept stable by a pouch of Soul Runes attached to each.
All nine vials plowed into the hole simultaneously, shattering the entire corner of the warehouse into melted steel and sending Pa*uet flying back a couple of feet from the sheer power of the explosion.
"By the gods! What on Gielinor is *in* those bazookas...?" Pa*uet was afraid to try and open up the one he had sitting next to him, that amazingly hadn't started to charge up after it had been thrown back like he had after the huge explosion. His ears were ringing from the searing, crushing sound waves that resulted from the blast, and he was sure that everyone in the warehouse could've heard that immense boom.
--
Beraw and Sevan were lying on the ground, cuts amassed over their bodies, more so over Sevan's than Beraw's, but he still had that Rune dagger stuck in his stomach.

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"You... weren't... a half-bad fight, Beraw." Sevan coughed as he whispered in agony, unable to get up due to the fact that his belt was twisted and torn badly enough so that the darts, even the short, poisoned ones, had formed a ring of small holes in his waist.
"I haven't... had the chance... to tell her... that I loved her...!" Beraw said, his voice croaking and cracking from his bent armor being shoved up into his neck and hitting right in the middle of it; the folds had become like spikes and had cut his neck open, which was leaking blood onto the steel floor in two puddles.
"Who?" Sevan whispered, as he felt his vision get blurry and everything turn hot and restless.
"It was, was someone I worked with... but now, I have to wait until the afterlife."
"Oh... heh, I think I share your pain. You know... Urrgghhh..." Sevan coughed and felt vomit rise in his mouth, but he held it back long enough for his fading voice to tell Beraw about it. It didn't really matter *who* he told, anyways. It was obvious that he was going to die.
"Somewhere, in this very... cough, cough, warehouse... is the woman I feel for, and... cough! I don't mean that one with the... arrow in her stomach either." Sevan had been wondering about that woman that still lay in the corner next to the entrance to the guards' room. Who was she, and why was she so easy to defeat?
"Is... that right?" Beraw's breathing had become more like wheezing than breathing, as the two were dying on the floor together.
"Cough! ...Yeah." Sevan managed to look up at Beraw one last time, giving a warm smile as he did so.
"This was probably the greatest battle of my life. Thank you." Sevan whispered, the life almost gone from him as the dim-lit ceiling flickered back and forth to darkness. He seemed happy, even though his life had ended before he thought it would.

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"Yeah. You too. You too." Beraw croaked, staring at the ceiling. In his heart, he felt everything beginning to fall away into what he knew was death, what he had brought upon so many in the past.
He also felt that Veronica, though arrogant and sometimes a pain to be around, still had the charm and grace that he had always thought she had. He hadn't expected to die here, although it was most what he desired: to die on the battlefield against a very worthy opponent. He didn't know what god was bestowing it on him, but he felt peace, his mind confident that he would see Veronica again somewhere.
His last thought before he closed his eyes forever, was of the first day they had met. Veronica was only a mediocre warrior at the time, and was slaying zombies in the Varrock Sewers. He had laughed, and showed her how to handle a sword properly, and how to slash, stab, crush, and defend, all as he had been taught by his master long ago. She wasn't too grateful for it, but he knew deep down that she would appreciate it someday. Maybe that someday would be now, after he had passed on to the afterlife that he was sure existed.
Sevan hadn't always wondered about Irtia; in fact, he thought of her as a nuisance while she was in training with the previous warrior. He had thought that she wouldn't be good enough, until he saw her defeat her master one day during sparring. He remembered that Pa*uet had needed to heal his wounds because they were actually that bad.
As soon as Pa*uet had done so, and the master had left the room, Sevan went in to meet the girl who had been able to defeat their greatest warrior. He figured that she had always been the way she was, as she didn't pay much attention to him and was cleaning the blood off of her wooden sword when he spoke to her.
"How did you do that?" Sevan remembered asking, and she responded quickly with,
"I just did. I guess I'm better than I thought I was."

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