He didn't even realize what had happened until he saw Zin's fist out towards him. The elf began to cough out blood, it spewed out from his mouth and onto the stone ground. Zin looked down at Varon, his right fist returning to his side. It returned to the hidden darkness under his black cloak. Zin then turned his head over to the group, his glowing red eyes staring at each of them.
A pop of energy exploded on Zin's right shoulder, making him take a step back. Moriah throws her left hand out in front of her. After a few seconds, a small ball of intense heat formed in front of her left palm. She threw her left hand back and then threw back in front of her as if she were throwing a ball. That small ball of heat transformed into a giant blast of flames.
It gunned for the black cloak that they knew as their truest enemy. At furious speed, the giant ball of fire raced towards Zin. Just as the fire got into close range with him, Zin holds out his left hand towards the surge of fire, his hand like a cross-guard telling a car to stop. The blast makes direct contact with Zin's hand, exploding into a giant blast of sparks and smoke.
Moriah's head quickly turned to her left just as the collision was made, the side where Bart once stood. She realized that Bart, the person she wanted, was already gone. Her head shuffled left and right, looking for him. Without a second to spare, she saw him planting the needles just as she was going to suggest to him.
The giant cloud of smoke caused by Moriah's Fire Surge dissipated, revealing that Zin was no longer there. Moriah knew without a doubt that he wasn't dead. She looked over at Bart, putting down one of his needles. He lightly smirked. "There..." he mumbled to himself. But then, he saw a shadow darkening his view. He looked up and saw Zin staring him down. Bart froze, a shiver of fear ran down his entire body.
Zin launched his fist straight at Bart's face. He leaned backwards to dodge the ferocious punch, which he did with ease. But even Bart was unable to see Zin's next action against him, his left hand withdrew back to his side while his right hand grabbed Bart's dress shirt's collar. He pulls Bart back towards him while his left hand began to channeled with powerful energy.
The red energy appeared around his left hand, spewing out like the light from the sun. Zin's glowing hand presses against Bart's right shoulder. The young seamster suddenly bolts backwards, evading Zin. Suddenly, the energy causes an explosion. Zin disappears under the cover of smoke while Bart shoots out of the smoke like a cannonball.
His entire body crashes onto the hard stone ground, his body bouncing off the ground like a fish out of the water. Random patches of his body, his upper body especially, are covered by 1st degree to 3rd degree burns. His eyes were closed shut tightly, his teeth were tightly locked together. The others stared in shock.
Without hesitation, Lite and Lelia charges into the fray. Tal knells down beside the very intimidating device he carried with him: the Hand Cannon. He grabs a cannonball that was about the size of a grapefruit. He throws it into the cannon and readies it to shoot. He stood onto his feet, bracing him for the recoil that his Hand Cannon produces.
Tal stares at Lite and Lelia, the two swung their blades left and right at the black cloak but nothing would even faze him. They jumped left and right, dodging any attack Zin decided to throw their way. "Move!" Tall yelled out to the two as loud as he could. The two quickly acknowledge Tal's command, jumping backwards away from Zin.
Out from Tal's Hand Cannon, a iron cannonball blasts out into the air. The ball found Zin and headed towards him. Tal is pushed backwards due to the strong recoil on his Hand Cannon, going back ten feet. He barely managed to stay on his feet. Zin just stood and watched the ball fly towards him. Suddenly, the phantom disappeared from sight.
Everybody just looked in surprise, frantically shuffling their heads all over to find him. Just in front of Tal appears Zin, his eyes glaring down on the young Dagon'hai. Tal pulled his hands behind him and latched his hands onto the handles of his Scimitars. He pulled them out quickly and readies them to fight. He skillfully swings them all around Zin, but they just kept bouncing off him without the slightly injury.
Zin throws his left hand towards Tal, the back of his left hand smacks across Tal's left cheek. Tal is sent flying across the area, hitting the ground hard as he began to skip off the ground like a stone skipping on water. His body finally subsides and makes residence on the stone floor. His forehead wore a huge cut as it began to bleed onto his face. He landed there, shaken and in pain. He realized that his scimitars were no longer by his side.
Moriah continuously threw spell after spell at Zin but to no avail. Zin's right hand began to emit the same red glow it did when he attacked Bart. Zin throws his right hand out in front of him and towards Moriah. A sudden blast of red energy bursts out from his hand and straight towards Moriah. Nowhere to run, Moriah braced herself.
Once she is hit by this blast, it explodes. She is sent flying into the remains of a wooden house. Her back hits the only wall left in the building, her head whiplashing against. After the blast, she had multiple cuts and small minor burns all over her body. And the wrappings around her right shoulder disappeared, leaving the wound to bleed without pressure. Her face was gripped by pain, but she thought to herself...the attack didn't seem half as bad as it was for Bart.
Her body falls to the floor of the building, with the back of her legs hitting the ground first. But once she hits the ground, she feels an incredible pain in her left thigh. She looks down at her left leg and sees a one inch wooden spike piercing out of her thigh, blood pouring out. Her face was truly grabbed by agony, clenching her left hand tightly on that leg.
She moaned in pain, her left hand shaking. The wooden spike was covered by blood as if it were painted red. Beats of sweat rushed down her forehead. But then her mind turned onto another thought and that thought was Zin. Her eyes gaze up at the glaring ruby red eyes that stared down her. As the two traded words through their eyes, a small crystal shielding surrounds Varon.
Just as Zin stared at the young magic user, Adrian swung his Dragon Dagger at Zin. Zin grabbed the hand that Adrian was using to hold his dagger, his right. Suddenly, snaps popped into the area. Adrian's face is grabbed by an fearsome pain, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped. He begins to feel every single bone in his hand shatter like a cup of glass toss down from the tallest mountain.
Zin lets go of Adrian's hand, his Dragon Dagger falls onto the stone ground. Adrian takes several steps backward, grabbing his right wrist with his left hand. He whimpered in pain, phyiscal pain shown as plain as day on his face. Bullets of sweat shoot down his head faster than the mad shooting of a machine gun.
The hooded specter glances at Adrian, his eyes staring death onto him. Zin holds his left hand out, pointing it towards Adrian's left. A red light glows at the tips of his left hand's index and middle fingers. He then swings it quickly to his right. As he does like a pen cutting across a paper, a deep slices cuts suddenly through Adrian's upper body as if he were slashing a blade across him.
Blood flows free out into the air as Adrian watches it dance in the air like a ball. His face still wore a look of shock as his body collapsed onto the ground. His body hits the stone ground, his feet were slightly split apart but his body resembling a cross. The large, incredibly deep cut bled like crazy, pouring crimson liquid faster than tremendous tropical downpour.
The cut sliced across Adrian's upper torso, from the left side of his chest to the right side. The cut was deep like a fissure, it almost tore him in half. His heart and lungs literally split in half like a sliced tomato. Adrian lays lifeless on the ground, his blood pouring relentless onto the floor. Zin stared down at the Adrian, his life stolen by the phantom.
Moriah stared in utter shock, her breath literally taken from her lungs by the thief of consternation. Zin looked over at Moriah, his red glowing eyes beaming down. The look on his face didn't reflect a single emotion. To Zin's back, a sword of the chaotic lunges. Lite's Chaotic Longsword pokes Zin's black cloak but it just bounces off.
Out from under Lite's feet, a sudden intense gale blows out from underneath the ground. He is blown away by the unimaginably powerful gust of wind, getting carried off his feet. He is sent about twenty-five feet into the air before making his fall back onto the ground. He fell from the blackening sky like a fallen angel, the stone ground was all that was left for him.
His body crashes against the stone ground, his entire body whiplashing against it. His body felt this terrible pain. He struggled with all of his might to move, but his body no longer obeyed him. His teeth grit together, frustrated that his body has failed him. From about fifteen feet from where Zin stood, the young Dagon'hai Tal stood back onto his feet.
He pulled out his Zamorak Staff, the entire staff was quite thin beside the top of it which wore the symbol of Zamorak. He panted heavily, still in some pain. He plunged his Zamorak Staff up into the air. A raging mob of flames then rose out from the stone ground underneath Zin. The fire grabbed him tightly. Zin's glowing eyes stare blankly at the young Tal, his face showed no signs of pain.
His feet took one step out from the fire then slowly another step. He walked without a sign of hesitation out from the flames and he headed towards Tal. With none of his attacks thus far not working, desperation and hopelessness started to sink in. He realized that there was one thing felt in his arsenal he hasn't tried. But for him to use it, he needed his scimitars.
His feet suddenly fly at incredible speeds over to his scimitars, which were about ten feet from where he stood. Within the blink of an eye, Tal was right beside his two scimitars. He latched his hands onto the handles of his scimitars, one in each hand. His feet suddenly bursts into a run, bolting like lightning towards Zin.
Just upon his arrival of Zin, his sword suddenly catch fire. The flames breathed like an enraged beast. Once within striking range, Tal begins his assault. His flaming blades strike like a tornado, spinning at the phantom. Zin seemed somewhat fazed. He kept taking a step backward with each time Tal's blades struck down on him.
Tal then made a powerful swing with all of his might upwards towards the smoke invaded skies. Zin is sent flying up like a rocket, Tal's upward attack successful. Everyone still conscious watched with surprise, perhaps something good might happen. Tal drew breath into his lungs, let it out as he prepares himself. He throws himself straight into the air with all of his strength.
Tal jumps about twenty feet into the air, about eight feet from where Zin was. His body didn't fall like it should, he hovered like a plane in the air. His body looked down at the hooded phantom. Zin stared up at Tal, his red eyes focused on the young man. His face didn't show pain or any apprehension, it seemed more intrigued than anything. Tal plunges his hands out in front of him.
He then began to feel of energy building a tower in his hands and then up into his arms. Once that building of energy finally finished it's construction to his shoulders, it was ready. "Final Flame!" he yelled out. Just after he finishes his words, two pillars of flames erupt from the palms of his hands. As they raced down to Zin, the two snakes of flames merge to become one huge pillar of intense heat.
The huge dragon of fire consumed Zin whole, swallowing him inside a raging inferno. The heat it produced was extraordinary, the flames all around Avdima paled in comparison. Sweat profusely poured down everyone's forehead. The light from the flames made sure that no darkness claimed any space, no matter how small.
As the flame continued to blast away at the phantom, Tal began to steadily feel more and more weaker with each passing second. Within ten seconds of it starting, the huge flame dissipated. It left behind a huge thick cloud of smoke with Zin nowhere in sight. Once the flame relentless assault subsided, Tal's eyes close slowly, drained so completely by the attack that he loses consciousness. He then began to fall down like a wounded bird.
The young man continues his descent without any motion to brace himself. His back was the first to smack the unforgiving stone, hitting the ground with a soft thud. The intense heat and light was gone, leaving only traces of it's appearance behind. Small sparks of the fire still swam in the sky, swimming away from the rip current of smoke.
Like it's creator, the smoke itself began to disappear. But what the group saw behind the lips of smoke shocked them to the core. Zin was still quite alive and seemingly unharmed. The only difference was that his black cloak was missing, revealing what was under it. He wore a black collared short sleeve short, the edges of his sleeves were white.
He had two dark brown leather straps going diagonally around his chest, one strap went from his under his left arm to the right side of his abdomen while the other strap was the opposite. He wore two dark iron braces around his wrists. His pants were long and were black while his boots were brown and reached all the way to just below his knee.
Zin willfully fell back down to the ground, landing flat on his feet. His entire face was revealed, his blonde hair still kept in a braided ponytail much like Modello's. Zin's eyes looked at Moriah, his face then turns to the knocked out Tal. A light smirk gripped his face. "Out of all my lifetime," he spoke, slowly stretching his left hand towards Tal. "I never believed a human could inflict any sort of pain on me, no matter how small. You're the first, boy."
Vincent charged towards Zin to try to save Tal. Zin heard Vincent charging towards him, turning towards him at the last moment. Without the young boy realizing it, Zin was ready for him. Just before Vincent swung his claw to attack Zin, the phantom latched his left hand onto the boy's head. His hand covered the top portion of his forehead.
Zin looks at Vincent in disgust. Vincent suddenly began to feel a tremendous pressure grip his head, exactly where Zin was grabbing it. He began to cry out in agony. "Surely a being like you doesn't deserve to live," Zin stated, literally crushing Vincent's skull with the palm of his hand. "Afterall, you are an abomination...just like the rest of this world."
Blood began to pour out of Vincent's nose and ears, his entire body frantically shook. Infuriated by Zin's action, Lelia stampeded towards Zin as fast as she could. Vincent's face is frozen in a look of fear, tears began to pour down his face. He bellowed out in terrible pain. Lelia swung her sword wildly all over Zin's back. But all of it was to no avail.
Just as Vincent's hysterical screaming became unbearable, it ceased. His entire body was motionless, limp like a rag doll. His breathing was no longer alive, it was dead without a pulse. Zin quickly threw Vincent away like garbage, feeling something coming. He swiftly jumped backwards, landing about ten feet from where he originally stood.
Right after he jumps, a giant, fifteen foot crystal tower ascends out from the ground right where Zin once stood. Varon was standing tall on his feet, his Crystal Shortsword tightly clenched in his hand. The elf turns his head over to Moriah, who looked back at him. "Leave!" he commanded Moriah. "Try to find some way to revive Zion! GO!"
Moriah drew breath into her lungs, letting it out as she was ready to go. She shook her head to Varon. She grabbed the bottom of the wooden spike that stuck out and impaled her leg. She pulled the wooden spike, trying to break it into two. Within ten seconds, the wooden spike breaks which leaves her to be able to move her leg.
She began her effort to get to her feet, clenching onto the wall to help pull herself back to her feet. She struggles to get to her feet, her face became a grimace. Her body felt weak and in pain, drained of much of it's energy. But after much effort, she makes to her feet. She began her long retreat back to Iericho. She limped as she walked, planting her left hand against the faces of each building she passed.
She went down the long vein that led into the heart of the rich district. Some of stone buildings still maintained their normal appearance while others were thrown into flames. Her breathing was slow and frail, sweat dripped down her forehead. Her vision kept changing from blurry to normal. Her exhausted limp became slower and slower.
Her face reflected her frustration, glaring down at her feet. "C'mon..." she yelled to herself. "Don't fail me! Don't you dare fail me!" She was just barely at the end of the vein into the rich district, almost into the middle district. As she was shuffling her head all around, a fire consumed a building just beside her. But as she looked around, something caught her eye.
She turned her head to her front, which was the entrance into the middle district. Her blurred vision saw a smeared figure standing beside the fire. She was puzzled as to what it was, thinking about what it could be. She closed her eyes and then quickly reopened them. And as soon as she does, her eyes widened and an effloresce of joy embraced her.
