"Yontyv...I don't think you quite understand the mistake you've repeatedly made...your attempt to use this 'balance' energy to defeat your enemies will never work. Not with you, at least."
*nods to Lady Zion* "Nice attack back there."
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Sir Duncan88
Sir Duncan88
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"Yontyv...I don't think you quite understand the mistake you've repeatedly made...your attempt to use this 'balance' energy to defeat your enemies will never work. Not with you, at least."
*nods to Lady Zion* "Nice attack back there."
Poor Duncan, his head is still nodding - he reminds me if one of those dogs sitting at the back of the car window, where there head keeps nodding and nodding and nodding...
*The portal flashes for a second, and a shadow steps out of it. The shadow disappears, and a figure wearing armor that looks similar to bandos's appears. He is wielding 2 axes, and is glowing with energy. Yontyv. My new, warped voice speaks again*
"It would appear that your gielinorian gods can perish, true... But Kra'Lok has a different magic and different rules. The plane I devoured to revive myself should be honored."
*7 figures step out of the portal. Each one of them is a greater Lakorian Shapeshifter - Gra'al, Nraez (he is the one who hunted very mad guy), and five warped yet familiar figures - saradomin, Armadyl, Zamorak, Zaros, and Seren, all masked and armored yet still recognizable*
"Meet my generals. It was quite easier than you would think, transforming your 'gods'... I just had to brainwash them and infuse them with a little bit of my magic"
*I face towards a group of trees and point my arms at them. They start glowing. The trees die and crumble into dust, and a void appears where I devoured a small portion of gielinor*
"But I learned my lesson. No more messing with rifts and voids in a world where I am in material form."
*The void disappears and the trees grow back from dust. I signal with my hands, and my shapeshifters start advancing towards very mad guy. The balance dragons fly around him, waiting for my command*
"I need to tire you out, see. We are too evenly matched for my comfort."
*I summon a chair and watch the battle*
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LordOfBatt1e
*as the shapeshifters approach, i run towards them. i make a quick lunge in the chest on one of them, then jerk the sword and backhand stab another one in the throat. i find myself surrounded and ready many knives in my left hand. i proceed to do a high backflip, tossing all the knives at the shapeshifters. as i land, i throw my sword powerfully as it pierces a couple of shapeshifters and finally sticks itself into the leg of yontyvs chair. a shapeshifter tries to attack as i land, but i block the strike and dislocate his arm. leaving him to suffer. i then do a few more torturous attacks and slowly walk up to a terrified shapeshifter to swiftly snap his neck*
"i dont tire"
*i quickly grab my knives to prepare for more attacks*
A strange hooded figure in a blood-red cloak wanders through a field unaware of where he is. Looking side to side, he looks for a place to nap. He spots a dead tree.
Not the best, but I suppose...
The figure walks near the tree and takes a note of his surroundings again. He takes off his glove. A sudden wisp of heat fills the air as the figure forms a fireball in his palm. He looks at the beautiful flame, tosses it directly at the tree, and sets it on fire.
With the flames engulfing the tree, he slips his glove back on, sits in front of the tree, finds a position and takes his nap.
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Ignitheus