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Tahril re-fitted his tall, horned helmet and began following. What weapon to use? He wore two swords, one was a lethal Huskblade and the other was a curved Power Sword. His belt was fitted with numerous skinning daggers and also a Venom Blade. It was no secret in the Kabal that he preffered the art of melee combat over ranged and rarely fought with even a pistol.
"May I ask for your name for our records?"
The computer asked as Tahril on the way to the locker room. If he answered, he'd find a locker with his name on it. Inside, there was any gear he'd usually use.
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"Hello, and welcome to the Evilington interdimensional arena. Please, enjoy your stay."
OoC: @Dirty: Take a look at the first post.
Also, the voice of the AI is the same as the voice for Sheila/FILSS from RvB.
The computer asked as Tahril on the way to the locker room. If he answered, he'd find a locker with his name on it. Inside, there was any gear he'd usually use.
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"Hello, and welcome to the Evilington interdimensional arena. Please, enjoy your stay."
OoC: @Dirty: Take a look at the first post.
Also, the voice of the AI is the same as the voice for Sheila/FILSS from RvB.
"Tahril Dravian." He said as he poured through the locker. He preffered his weapon museum back in Commoragh but this would do. He clipped a Shadowfield onto his arm, coiled an Agoniser whip and hung it from his belt and placed his Huskblade into the locker. It was no sport to use such a weapon. He closed the locker and flexed his muscles, feeling the barbs in his armour bite into his nerve endings and sharpening his senses. He grew more alert and energetic, revitilised by the pain.
"Show me my foe."
"Show me my foe."
"He is currently preparing. In the meantime, you can observe the match currently in progress."
Indeed, there was a TV in the corner of the room, showing the battle in the arena.
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In the arena, Cpl. Short watched with horror as her sergeant's head was separated from his body by something invisible. She cursed under her breath as she tried to track the thing that had killed the rest of her squad, not daring to bring out her motion tracker, that was how the sergeant was taken. She thought she saw movement and launched a grenade there, but it only blew up some stone.
"Come out you bastard!"- She screamed, trying to sound more confident than she was. Suddenly, a large being in white armour and a golden, domed, visor appeared behind her with a low hiss. She spinned around, dropping her rifle, and tried to stab him. The large man grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up in the air. She gasped for air as she saw him grab the knife. He looked at for a moment, then shoved it in her eye.
"And the winner is: META! Battle, over!"
Short could have sworn the Meta laughed at her as she was thrown away, then it all went black.
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@Dirty: They'd probably be in the locker.
"Exellent! Your first match is ready, please follow me."
A series of lights in the floor showed Hellosh the way to the other locker room than the one that Tahril was in.
Indeed, there was a TV in the corner of the room, showing the battle in the arena.
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In the arena, Cpl. Short watched with horror as her sergeant's head was separated from his body by something invisible. She cursed under her breath as she tried to track the thing that had killed the rest of her squad, not daring to bring out her motion tracker, that was how the sergeant was taken. She thought she saw movement and launched a grenade there, but it only blew up some stone.
"Come out you bastard!"- She screamed, trying to sound more confident than she was. Suddenly, a large being in white armour and a golden, domed, visor appeared behind her with a low hiss. She spinned around, dropping her rifle, and tried to stab him. The large man grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up in the air. She gasped for air as she saw him grab the knife. He looked at for a moment, then shoved it in her eye.
"And the winner is: META! Battle, over!"
Short could have sworn the Meta laughed at her as she was thrown away, then it all went black.
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@Dirty: They'd probably be in the locker.
"Exellent! Your first match is ready, please follow me."
A series of lights in the floor showed Hellosh the way to the other locker room than the one that Tahril was in.
Tahril could feel the pain and his muscles tensed beneath his suit as he drank the violence he had witnessed in. As an Archon such a poor display of brutality did little but envigour him slightly. It took a true atrocity to rekindle his soul now. He muttered something in the language of the Eldar under his breath.
Tahril strode with confidence through the gates. The grace in his movements hid the cruelty that dwealt within. His eyes sharpened to slits beneath his helmet as he searched for his prey.
OOC: Tahril is an Archon, having fed on the pain of others for centuries he is not truly mortal anymore. His skill and speed are legendary but he is no more stronger than an average human and is slightly more resilient.
OOC: Tahril is an Archon, having fed on the pain of others for centuries he is not truly mortal anymore. His skill and speed are legendary but he is no more stronger than an average human and is slightly more resilient.
Tahril uncoiled his Agoniser from his belt. The muscular, semi-organic whip tensed as he cracked it against the floor before writhing with a life of its own. He set his Shadowfield to activate in 10 seconds and drew his power sword with his right hand. He took a breath of air, his unfeeling throat absent of any relief or revitilisation from a cleansing breathe.
"you are to fight me? Very well." He cracked the whip again.
"you are to fight me? Very well." He cracked the whip again.
At the announcement Tahril's Shadowfield activated and he was consumed by a thick miasma that swirled around him, completely obscuring his position in the cloud which begun to move towards Hellosh with firghtening speed.
Tahril stopped and the dark miasma around him came to a halt also which he could see through prefectly. He tensed and waited for Hellosh to enter the shadowfield.
Tahril struck from within his field, lashing out with his Agoniser whip with lightening speed and precision before dissapearing into the shadow field.
OOC: An agoniser is a pain inducing weapon, even the slightest caress sets the nerves alight with pain and burns out clusters of nerves also.
OOC: An agoniser is a pain inducing weapon, even the slightest caress sets the nerves alight with pain and burns out clusters of nerves also.
Tahril backed away from the manic attacks, brandishing his agoniser and warding off attacks that came to close with his sword.
"Fall creature, your pain is my power" He said darting back on the attack, this time using the agoniser to attempt to tangle limbs and slow Hellosh.
"Fall creature, your pain is my power" He said darting back on the attack, this time using the agoniser to attempt to tangle limbs and slow Hellosh.
Tahril releases the agoniser, blocks the strike with his sword and twists over Hellosh's head, grabbing the agoniser's handle once more and landing. This all happened in the space of a few seconds and Tahril was a dark blur of motion. However his shadowfield shorted out when he blocked the sword strike and the dark miasma of shadows began to fade away.
Tahril's teeth were bared underneath his helmet as he felt the pain flow through him, his muscles tensed and grew beneath his armour, pushing the barbs and hooks within deeper into his flesh and he let out a cry of delight.
"Ah, I could drink from you all day until my hair is black and my skin youthful."
Tahril's teeth were bared underneath his helmet as he felt the pain flow through him, his muscles tensed and grew beneath his armour, pushing the barbs and hooks within deeper into his flesh and he let out a cry of delight.
"Ah, I could drink from you all day until my hair is black and my skin youthful."
Tahril would have none of this from such a cur. Hellosh was fast and his blade carried more weight but Tahril was definetly the faster of the two.
He lashed out with his power sword in a flurry of attacks faster than the human eye could track, using his agoniser to distract and tangle his opponents sword while his own sword danced around his opponents guard, slashing and stabbing.
He lashed out with his power sword in a flurry of attacks faster than the human eye could track, using his agoniser to distract and tangle his opponents sword while his own sword danced around his opponents guard, slashing and stabbing.
Tahril watches his foe. He was sure he could eventually out melee him but he risked injuring himself then. That risk would exhilerating however and he would claim dominance over another creature. He looked and his power sword, the weapon was not suited for fighting such a resilient foe and he sheathed it, drawing instead a short, brutally designed sword. He pressed a glyph upon the weapon and virulent venom began to run through the weapon and he charged his foe.
A supposed vulnerability was the best way to lure a political opponent into a fatal position. This was true upon the battlefield. Every fault in Tahril's attack so far had been contructed, part of his machinations for this fight. His labrythine mind filled with counter-attacks and various other routes of attacks should certain situations arise. Like a great machine his mind ticked over the milliseconds of the maneover.
He had left a gap in his defense that would entice a horizontal slice to sever his torso from his legs. This attack came as predicted and Tahril slid underneath the blow, his cape dislodging from his shoulder and drifting over Hellosh's face. out of the role the wrapped the Agoniser around Hellosh's sword arm and dragged the weapon faster upon its current path. Once the weapon had over-extended he drove the venom blade into Hellosh's shoulder and twisted the weapon and the hyper toxis began to flow. Releasing the short sword he rolled backwards and yanked the agoniser downwards to drive Hellosh's longer weapon into the ground.
He had left a gap in his defense that would entice a horizontal slice to sever his torso from his legs. This attack came as predicted and Tahril slid underneath the blow, his cape dislodging from his shoulder and drifting over Hellosh's face. out of the role the wrapped the Agoniser around Hellosh's sword arm and dragged the weapon faster upon its current path. Once the weapon had over-extended he drove the venom blade into Hellosh's shoulder and twisted the weapon and the hyper toxis began to flow. Releasing the short sword he rolled backwards and yanked the agoniser downwards to drive Hellosh's longer weapon into the ground.