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Gallows' strength pushed his blade through Soter's armour, entering through into his abdomen. Soter then turned to Gallows, who then proceeded to pull out his blade. The titan then swung his sword, aiming for Gallows' exposed head. But that was when the titan had begun to collapse, falling towards the ground. His strike missed its target, but managed to cut Gallows' face, leaving yet another scar.

The steel plated body of the messenger hit the bloodied floor, his eyes then scrolled down at his lower body. Reflecting off of his grassy eyes, his magical blood floating out from his left leg. His leg had been severed, just above his knee. He then looked to his right arm, the only arm he had left. His sword still clenched in his hand, he still wanted to fight.

But then a blade fell down like a guillotine, stabbing the front of Soter's elbow. Soter then could no longer control his right hand, his lower arm had been cut off from his body. This made Soter completely incapacitated, unable to do anything now. The titan not being able to feel a single thing from his wounds, stolidly did his gaze look upwards.

And he saw something that was just like his arm: dead, gelid, absolutely no life left. Her pale blue eyes gazed callously upon the titan's face, her right hand clenched onto the adamas blade that delivered a cutting blow to the titan. Lucia stood over Soter, her hand clenching her blade Eshenel. She then pulled her blade out of him, holding it to her side.

Her gaze turned to her right, hearing the footsteps of a man come swiftly towards them. Adil popped out from the darkness, his eyes digging into the onyx-haired queen. He slashed his sword downwards, causing the queen to pull her blade up and guard. She went completely on the defensive, guarding or side-stepping to avoid his attacks.
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Adil went a absolute offensive rampage, gaining the complete swing of this fight. "What's the matter, wretch!?" Adil taunted as he continued to strike his sword down upon her. Adil's blade came from his upper left to lower right, the queen pulled her blade up and guarded against. The two had a chance to look eye-to-eye, and Lucia just continued to look right through him, his savage face.

His sword right next to her cross-guard, she then made a swift movement. Quickly, she pulled her sword down to her left, the cross-guard of her sword forcing Adil's blade to move with her. The moment her motion carried Adil's sword to the ground, she stepped to her right, carrying her blade with her.

This moment exposed Adil's back, she then proceeded to lunge her left hand forward towards it. She just gingerly pushed him, causing him to stagger imbalanced. Once he regained his step, his head turned to behind him. He saw Lucia, her eyes just staring at him, her stance straight and composed. Then Adil angrily charged, bellowing a loud, ireful roar as he stepped off in her direction. She didn't do anything, she waited... She then felt the pain, the blood, the impact of a blade stab into her.

He rammed his longsword into her torso, going straight through into the center. Feeling like he delivered a swift, assured end, he smiled as he watched the blood flow out from her new wound. But then, something felt amiss, completely and horribly wrong. She hadn't begun to fall, she didn't even make a sound.

His eyes then sluggishly rolled upwards, from his sword, to her neck, to her chin, and then finally to her eyes. That's when he saw her face, still appearing apathetic and unfazed, her face didn't even submit to the pain of the attack. She still shredded through his eyes, spearing his soul. She looked right through him like he were made of glass, like he were a mere outline of himself.
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His teeth chattered nervously, unable to understand what exactly happened. "W-wha...?" he muttered in his confusion. "...H-how?"

He then stepped away, letting go of his sword. His withdrawn irises continued to stare, in utter disbelief. "W-what the... What the hell are you!?" he then shouted. "Nobody should be able to take that and still be standing! You must be... some kind of monster!"

She reached her left hand up to his sword, wrapping his hand around it. "Yes, that's right..." she mumbled, concurring with Adil. She then began pulling his sword out of her torso, all in one, quick motion. At this instance, her face twitched with the pain, feeling the blood race down her dress. She had completely yanked out his blade, putting it to her left side. "...I am a monster."

She then very swiftly and suddenly stepped towards Adil, readying her adamas blade for one more attack. She swung her sword, aiming for his neck. Her blade found its mark, hitting the top of his neck. It began to slice cleanly through his flesh, first his skin, then all other layers beneath it. The blade cleaved across the entirety of his neck, causing his neck to rain with blood.

His head began to roll off of his shoulders, her blade decapitating the soldier. His lost crown hit the ground, being just beside Lucia's feet. His last look was looking up at her, her face pouring tears of remorse, of lament. She was overcome by the grief, by the sorrow of her actions. His headless body then dropped to its knees and collapsed, his armour chinking at this moment.

Gallows saw the sadness inflicted upon his queen, the tears filling up the windows into her soul. He couldn't help to feel close to the same way, this battle was something he simply forced himself in partaking in. Indeed, he didn't want this to happen... No one deserved this kind of slaughter, no one.
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13-Aug-2014 23:19:21

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Raphael and Balor had been trading blows, going for an attack with the other going for one as well. Their blades would eventually collide, and thus the process was repeated. Their blades collided each time, their faces glaring upon the other. That was when Balor went for a horizontal strike, swinging from his left to right. Raphael pulled his blade up and down along his left arm, the strong flat of his blade catching the adamas blade's weak edge.

Raphael then stepped forward, the Arbandor going off to his outside. Raphael aimed for an attack, anything to start up some offense. With his spare hand, Balor quickly jabbed Raphael straight in his face to counter the impending threat. Seeing this coming, Raphael ducked his head, the lightning-fast punch just inches from the crown of his head.

The young leader then tackled Balor, his right shoulder ramming into Balor's abdomen. Balor's back hit the floor, Raphael now over top of him. Flipping his sword so that its point aimed at the ground, Raphael grabbed his sword with both of his hands. He then pushed it downwards, aiming for Balor's head. Reaching both of his hands upwards, Balor grabbed onto Raphael's wrists to subdue this attempt at his life.

The tip of Raphael's blade so close, so close that Raphael thought that an inch more and he would begin to see blood. Falcon was so frighteningly close to him, Balor would vividly see the shine of its metal as it reflected the light from a fire fairly close to them. The two leaders fought with all of their might, testing each other's strength. Their arms shook, imposing their wills upon the other.

With his Solasúian might, Balor managed to hold Raphael's attack back, making it out like Raphael's arms had turned to stone. And then, with all of his strength, he suddenly apply pressure to Raphael's left wrist. His grip like a vise, crippling pain shot up and down Raphael's arm. Raphael's teeth fastened together, his face wrapped with agony.
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Letting go of Raphael's right wrist, Balor saw that one hand was enough to hold off the human's meager strength. Balor then lunged his left hand forward, clenching it into a fist. His strike happening within the blink of an eye, drilling into Raphael's stomach. The blow packed all of Balor's might, hitting directly into center left of Raphael's abdomen.

The young leader's eyes expand at this moment, being dealt yet another horrible hand. This devastating blow caused Raphael to cough out blood, some spilling on Balor's armour and face. This implied that perhaps Raphael endured some internal damage afterwards, minor or not. He hunched over, clenching onto his abdomen.

His pain was shown blatantly on his face, etched in like stone. He wailed, tightly closing his eyes. Launching his right foot forward, Balor kicked Raphael right in the chest to knock him off. Raphael flew backwards, hitting his back hard on the floor. Balor slowly rose to his feet, his sapphire eyes creeping down upon the young leader, seeing his suffering.

His left hand then reached up for his face, wiping his index and middle fingers across his cheek. His adamas-encased fingers glided across his smooth face, smearing the blood that fell upon him. Pulling the two fingers up in front of his eyes, he saw Raphael's blood. His face appeared apathy, almost uncaring.

He then began walking in circles around the afflicted silver-haired young man, staring down harshly upon him. Raphael had let go of his sword, which Balor then kicked away. His gaze judgmental, unimpressed. His presence as though he were the judge, jury, and executioner, almost like he felt much higher than Raphael.
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13-Aug-2014 23:21:43

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Raphael squirmed around, trying to figure out a way to get back, to conquer this suffering he had to endure. "And this is what I've been talking about," Balor stated, then pausing at the moment his feet were before the top of Raphael's head. "This entire rebellion was futile right from the very moment of its conception. You may deny your fate, shake your fist, and fight for a lost cause. But whether a slave in chains or a soldier in steel, in the end, you will always end up at our feet."

Finally ceasing in his screaming, Raphael slowly rose. He grabbed onto Balor's adamas armour, slowly pulling himself up. He couldn't surrender, not with everything on the line. His shaking hands continued to grab parts of Balor's armour to help pull himself up, while Balor just stared down with a hard, hanging look on his face.

The king then sighed. "And even when staring upon the face of your defeat, your fist does not cease," he responded to Raphael's unbending resolve. "Weak as you are, I suppose you've earned my respect. Even in your state, even as your people are being slaughtered, you still yet rise."

Raphael stopped just the moment he got to his knees, no more strength left. His knees buckled, faltering at his stand, his quivering hand reaching up for Balor's face. Balor's stare pierced right through him, Raphael's face frustrated with his inability to get back up. "I suppose that's what Divus saw in you," Balor went on. "But strong will and resolve are not enough for a king, there needs to be... more. Divus had it once upon a time, to the point where everyone thought him the pride of our race. He had everything to make a great leader: a strong, steel will and an iron fist. But he had nothing to make a great king, letting that wretch in. She corrupted him, his thoughts, mind, even his very existence."

"Stop it..." Raphael then muttered weakly, but the angry was felt in his quiet voice. It trembled, lying just below.
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"Oh, yes, she's your mother, isn't she?" the king then asked, forgetting about that fact. "She ran away from Governanti because Divus was too weak, unable to put aside his feelings to act accordingly to our oaths we pledge the very moment we are ably to. I assure you, Raphael, once I leave this place, I will find that little runaway. And when I do, you'll get to meet her, have your long-awaited union... Just not in the way that you expect."

At the corner of Balor's eye, he saw something strange soaring through the air. It came out from the darkness, it was a small, white bird. But something was odd about it, its beak slightly misshaped and angled to the right, and its feathers appeared more arrow-shaped. It aimed straight for Balor, his appearance reflecting off of its purely black eyes.

"A bird?" he thought to himself. "Is this something from Telvern?" It didn't seem interested in Raphael, gunning straight for Balor. He perceived this as a threat, readying his blade. The bird drew in close, and so did Balor's sword. The Arbandor plunged forward, aiming for the bird's head. The blade's speed was swift, nothing could even see it.

Then, the moment the bird was touched, Balor's blade phased right through it. The bird began to dissipate, turning into the nothingness from which it was born. Balor realized this at this moment, once more fooled by Daevarro's trickery. He fastened his teeth, his face boiling with frustration and anger.

Down below, Daevarro sat in the middle of the room, completely still and tranquil. His focus was solid like a wall of rock, no sound nor voice could snap him, spellbound by this trance-like concentration. Nothing could shatter the glass box of silence all around him, not even crack its frame. In that moment that happened above, with Balor attacking the bird of Daevarro's creation, there was about to be a prison break.
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13-Aug-2014 23:24:50

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The wooden door into the prison room bursted open, being given a swift boot to its face. Forcibly, the room opened its mouth, revealing all of its content. A herd of blackened steel came flooding into the room, their glowing eyes scouring the area. They immediately spot the young man sitting in the middle of the room, seeing his robes match the description given to them by their king.

Even after the door was broken down, Daevarro's focus was not at all touched. Not knowing that the boy was unaware and unable to respond to their breaking in, the Loyal Knights made a beeline for the dark-robed young man. The closest one to Daevarro then viciously pounced on top of him, restraining him.

The young man then woke up in this instance, finding himself beneath the chest of a Loyal Knight. The moment Daevarro was broken out of his focus, both the fog and the shadows that played tricks upon the minds of the Imperial Kingdom all suddenly disappeared. The Loyal Knight dug his hands underneath Daevarro's torso, locking up his hands around the young man. The knight then began to pick up the young man, restraining him in a bear hug-like grasp.

Daevarro began to squirm around violently, trying to break the knight's grasp. His teeth were held together in a death grip, all exposed and seething. His face became full of malice, utter furor. His venomous hazel eyes stabbed a thousand times into the knights around him, he looked like a much different person, wild and erratic. He grunted and growled as he tried with all of his Solasúian might to free himself, but nothing was working.

He kicked his legs, tried kicking the knight, but nothing was having any effect. He tried banging the back of his head at the knight who grabbed him, but it seemed to faze Daevarro more than the Loyal Knight. No rational thought or way to break free from the knight's grasp came to Daevarro's mind, he was completely berserk, unstable, raging.
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13-Aug-2014 23:25:29

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He screamed hysterically the moment they began taking him away, watched by the brown gaze of the one hiding in the dark. Telvern watched in this moment, his mind's eye seeing into Daevarro's head. Hatred, sorrow, indignation... The memories of that particular day in his life scarred his mind played constantly. Telvern saw them too, seeing in this young man's point of view as he traversed across a room of lifeless, blood-soaked bodies, a room of wreckage.

He felt Daevarro clenching something, it was light and had a hilt of some form, a dagger maybe? Daevarro looked at each and every single of them, looking at their faces. They wore no expression, their eyes hollow and void of vitality. Their breathless, limp faces haunted the young man, getting etched into his head. His vision was then obscured, clogged up with tears. His vision then laid down upon one more person, the very last person he saw...

...It was a young woman, who appeared quite older than Daevarro. She sat up against a wall made of decrepit stone brink, fixing her gaze over at Daevarro. She still drew breath, but it was haggard and very swallow. Her left hand was red, her attire stained with blood. Her left hand clenched onto a wound, a injury that meant certain death...

Telvern could feel Daevarro's eyes enlarge at this moment, feel his shaking body, his quivering lips the moment he saw this person. The genius then felt the young man's lips move very so slightly to say but a single thing. "Beatrice..." the young man then named quietly, his face and voice aghast.

Telvern could feel the exact way Daevarro felt throughout the situation in its entirety, even for a memory. The heart-wrenching sorrow, and pain as though he had been viciously and brutally tortured emotionally. It was far too much to even describe, in fact it was impossible to describe. Seeing and feeling this, a tear fell down Telvern's eye, even though he had no reason to feel saddened.
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13-Aug-2014 23:27:12

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Back up north, everyone had to pause and take notice of the fog lifting, shaking their heads. Everything was revealed, showing very few soldiers for the Resistance remaining. They could see all of the bodies that littered the room, it was a minefield of corpses. Their blood and entrails covered every inch of the entrance room, one could not go without stepping on something.

Balor had still been distracted by the bird, the last of Daevarro's shadow creations. So enraged by Balor's words, his threats to his mother's life and insults of his men and his father, it gave him the power, the urge to stand up and take the fight onward. Almost faster than one could see, Raphael ascended upwards. His teeth gripped, his eyes widened and frenzied.

He grabbed Balor by the collar with both of his hands, even despite his left arm's wrist being broken. He then rushed over the wall behind Balor, pushing him hard into it. Balor's back was smacked into the stone, being caught quite off-guard by this movement. Raphael's resentful eyes punched into Balor's face, burrowing through him.

Raphael pinned Balor to the wall, the two standing near the heat and blaze of a fire. Balor's sapphire eyes gazed upon Raphael's purple eyes, but something caught Balor by surprise the second he looked upon Raphael's irises. His furious gaze was glowing, just like Balor's eyes. They were... glowing? Balor couldn't believe it, it was something that left him bemused.

"You really want to know why Lord Divus chose me!?" Raphael angrily asked his question, taking Balor's interest. "It's because I'm an heir to the throne, the only heir that Lord Divus—no, my father could trust! And I promise you, I will kill you for what you've done to him, to EVERYONE! "
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