Eragon leapt after Rude. For once Eragon engaged the fight. Swinging for Rude who suprisingly dodged. This may be interesting after all.
WE ARE OUR AVATARS (One of a kind Rp)
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Joel looked at Alastair. "You do realise I'm an astral projection. I'm not here. Also, you just drew me away from Dromaeus, who was negotiating a deal. This fight is dooming the world." He vanished, and appeared behind Dromaeus. "So, now he's gone, let's do this."
Dromaeus hopped off the head of the phoenix, which fell behind him, and faced Joel as he appeared. He steadied himself, then raised his shield.
"Speak your piece, or make a move Joel."
"Speak your piece, or make a move Joel."
Rude dodged Eragon's slash and punched him in the head.
"Well Dromaeus, I just want you to admit you're a female dinosaur, I want you all to open a strip-club and I want one of Preginald's gold coins."
"Well Dromaeus, I just want you to admit you're a female dinosaur, I want you all to open a strip-club and I want one of Preginald's gold coins."
Dromaeus shook his head and sighed.
"Your real terms please Joel. Not even a hatchling would go to so much trouble for such trivial gains."
"Your real terms please Joel. Not even a hatchling would go to so much trouble for such trivial gains."
Rude hit like an Urgal. Eragon stepped up his game, Rude was still nowhere near as fast as him. He launched into a repetoir of strikes and dodges. In a smooth movement he sheathed Brisingr and began to fight with his hardened fists. He dodged more this time, Rude's blows appeared in slow motion. Eragon danced around his strikes and hit him hard in the back, sending him to the floor.
The phoenix was dead. The fires had gone out. Now, they had to deal with Joel. "Alright Joel," Mat said, standing next to Dromaeus, "I have a question. Where are you right now?" Joel scoffed, "Three blocks from here in an apartment building. Room 349." His eyes widened, "Wait, no, that's not...I." The image vanished. Mat smiled, sometimes it was good to be ta'verren.
The image disappeared. With nothing left to say, Dromaeus looked over at Eragon and Rude.
"KRII LUN AUS!!!" The Shout immediately stole all of Rude's will and stamina.
"KRII LUN AUS!!!" The Shout immediately stole all of Rude's will and stamina.
Rude was punched into the ground. "G... good hit." he said, standing up. His hand flashed green, and his wounds started healing. He sent one punch into Eragon's face, and plucked one of Phoenix's feathers. He threw it at Reno like a dart.
Reno climbed up and swung his Electro-Mag rod at Eragon.
Rude stumbled, but his Cure was still active.
Reno climbed up and swung his Electro-Mag rod at Eragon.
Rude stumbled, but his Cure was still active.
Dromaeus growled, and strode towards Reno, his shield up and his sword at the ready.
OOC: I have to leave very soon, lets make this quick.
OOC: I have to leave very soon, lets make this quick.
Eragon drew Brisingr to block the rod from Reno. It collided with Brisingr in a shower of sparks. He kicked Reno in his exposed chest sending him flying across the room. He turned to Rude who was effected by Dromaeus' spell. Nothing fancy. Quick as a flash Eragon ran him through with Brisinr. He pulled the blade from his gut and turned to face Reno who was now charging.
Mat sighed, what would it take to kill these people. He flicked his right wrist, and threw a knife deep into Reno's right arm. The man shouted, but didn't let go of his weapon. Mat ran toward him, spear ready. Reno tried to fight, but he was wounded and not up to par with Mat. Mat struck, striking him rapidly in the chest, left leg, and right hand, knocking the weapon from his hands and sending him tumbling to the ground once more.
Dromaeus spat on the ground as Reno fell under Thom's onslaught. His blood was still up, but at the same time he was happy to see that Rude and Reno were finally both dead. He contented himself with returning to the dead phoenix and plucking several of its flight feathers. They were beautiful and iridescent, and even now burned with a weak blue flame, that did not seem to harm him when he touched it. He put the feathers in his satchel. They would fetch a high price indeed. This thought alone was enough to sate his bloodlust somewhat.
OOC: Right, I have to get out of here. I'll be back later.
OOC: Right, I have to get out of here. I'll be back later.
Reno and Rude collapsed in a pool of blood. "That was unnecessary. Y'know what. I'm launching the nukes right now. Dicks." Joel said.
He kicked open the door to the apartment and ran. A squad was waiting outside. "Sir. The car is waiting." one said. Joel climbed into it and it sped away.
The Director of Defence lowered his phone. "Launch them on my order. The president is under attack." He scratched a butterfly tattoo on his wrist.
He kicked open the door to the apartment and ran. A squad was waiting outside. "Sir. The car is waiting." one said. Joel climbed into it and it sped away.
The Director of Defence lowered his phone. "Launch them on my order. The president is under attack." He scratched a butterfly tattoo on his wrist.
Eragon turned to Thom and Dromaeus and sheathed his sword. "Where has Joel gone now? He can't just keep running away from us. We need to find him and force him to stop all this." Eragon's eyes flickered. "I think I have figured out Joel's true name and if I can get near him I can subdue him and make him stop the missles."
Joel looked around. "You're like the three little pigs. Only two of you are humans and one of you is a dinosaur. And female..." he said.
Surveying the devestation of the ruin Eragon said "In charge of what?" He started to leave th ruin with haste, in the general direction that he felt Joel's shrouded mind.
"Someone has to give orders to start a war." Mat said, "I might be able to stop him if I can find him." "And if he's under Joel's control?" Eragon asked. Mat pulled out a golden crown, and flipped it up in the air. It hit the ground and landed on its side. "Then I'll wager my luck against Joel's powers." Mat replied. Let's hope being ta'verren would go his way, for once.