The Magus Users of Khazaria: RESTART

[ChibiMonkey]

Liam struggled to keep his concentration in fighting the other and keeping his shadow figures strong. Though his strength was starting to falter slightly, as, to control the imagination shadow images back into the shadows, where the true Welsh was hiding, it took a lot of strength and concentration, of which his stamina was running low on supplying at the moment. He grit his teeth a bit as a few beads of sweat fell down his forehead. His eyes were closed to concentrate on his imagination figure trying to force Welsh out of the Shadow realm. Therefore with his eyes closed, he was unaware of the fight taking place around him. His second figure he'd created was fighting the clone of his to keep him from getting to him, so he could continue to concentrate. The more time that passed on and went by though, the less Liam could do. His shadow figures were starting to disappear, and seem to glitch, or flicker in a way, but Liam pushed his limits to do all he could to help. The others couldn't fight Welsh right now, since he was hiding in such shadows. The least Liam could do to help, since he was stronger with defense then offense, was to push Welsh out of his hiding and where the others could start doing some actual harm.

 

It seemed he had been able to do some good and his attempts were not futile. He had gotten Welsh out of the shadow realm where the others started to attack him now, and the beast magus user had attacked him and gotten some damage in on him. Though the enemy was still strong and it would take more than just one or two good attacks - though, it seemed they finally were getting the advantage in this fight, and gaining the lead of winning.

 

The enemy wouldn't back down though, and Welsh still was attacking back at them strongly, and again with his shadow-like balls of magus. Liam was unaware to the new change of attack though, as, since he recently had been with his eyes closed and focusing on his imagination figures from his mind, he hadn't fully come back from it. He had just managed to push Welsh out of the shadows, and everything between then and now happened in seconds. And within those seconds, a new attack was sent at each of the magus users defending the prince and Khazaria. That said attack hit Liam directly in his chest, exploding and the impact force of the explosion sending him back against the wall. He gasped out, that snapping him out of his concentration as he grunted when his back hit the wall of the room they were in. He winced, grunting in pain as his chest was slightly burned and seared now from the direct hit of the attack. He could hardly do anything much to attack back though, his energy and magus draining from his previous use of managing to force Welsh out of the shadow realm.

[Teesie]

The assassin gave Thanthos a weird look before deciding to just give a simple nod, finding it best to listened to the stange male instead of going against his wishes. The other knew the extent of his full powers, and what the crimson eyes man said moments again freaked him the hell out. What did he mean if he died he'd gladly take his soul? Firstly, Siel didn't plan on dying, let alone think of it, and secondly, with the other speaking in that tone, the dark haired man made a note to stay as far away from the reaper as he could. On latee occasions that is.

 

Dashing forward after a opening his partner manage to give to him, Siel pulled a vial from his pocket and coated his dagger with it in a quick movement before slashing toward the copy of the reaper. It sliced through the skin, the twenty four years old placing his fingers together ready to vanish any moment after the successful slash.

 

"Question. You said don't look in your eyes right? This goes for the clone to?" He asked, his form quickly fading as that appeared above the fake reaper, planning on burying the dagger into the enemy's head. It was all in vain as a swift kick knocked him to the ground, Siel groaning as his face landed first into the ground. This was not going to be easy. He and Thanthos had to work as a team to end this quickly.

 

Coal orbs darted up as a heel came to meet his stomach, and although it had manage to knock the breath from his body, the masked man was able to grab ahold of his copy's leg, preventing the foe from forcing any more pressure upon his abdomen.

 

"He's open! Get him!" He yelled, struggling to keep a grip onto the other's leg.

 

[WolfDog12]

Out of no where the sound of chains clashing together appeared. The sound was strange as if coming from all different directions. Suddenly a shine of silver along a black blade shown and much like a hooked fang, it came around the midsection of a clone before being ripped back also ripping the clone in half. It was lucky that someone on the ground held around the clone's leg to delay any movements.

 

A boy then landed beyond the severed body falling lightly onto his feet. He stood up straight to his full 5'6" height and turned towards the male on the ground in pain. He was also thin almost looking weak but he was definitely designed for quick flowing movements. This boy pin pointed where the male was while his eyes were still shut. He rarely opened his eyes due to causing many pain from them and yet because they were always shut, he learned how to locate things based on his ears and general sensing.

 

He had jet black hair spiked up towards his left mostly and that hair matched the color of his clothes. He wore what looked like a suit almost with nice pants and black shoes but he didn't wear anything under the jacket. On his chest was a bloody cross that never vanished and in his hands was a huge scythe. The blade was jet black with a silver sharpened shine to it but it also was stained with blood this boy hadn't yet gotten rid of. The handle was completely rapped up in what looked like a white bandage but these bandages were also stained in blood. He carefully held this weapon in both hands with the handle going behind his back. On his right index finger was a black ring with a strange mark on it. The scythe was surrounded by a loose chain with one end attached to the lower sleeve of the boy's right arm. It was a chain designed to tighten around the scythe if it were to be pulled so it could not be removed from it's master.

 

"I Hope I got the right one" The boy said in a cool and smooth voice that seemed a little darker then obviously intended. He let go of the scythe with his left hand and swung it around his side with his right and leaned part of the handle on his shoulder with the blade standing up beyond his head. He reached his left hand down towards the one known as Siel in an attempt to help him off the ground.

 

It was hard to tell for sure where this stranger had come from but he did seem to want to help the group in their quest.

[fameandfortune212]

Fay was relieved. The shadow clones were no more. He could finally exhaled and sat down on his butt. However, he knew the battle was not over yet, there'd be more to come. But even if he wanted to stand, he couldn't. He has wasted all of his energy into finishing off those shadows. Elemental magus was indeed costly as people said.

 

"F*ck..." he panted heavily with droplets of sweat on his forehead.

 

Welsh soon revealed himself to the real world. And quickly followed his signature shadow orb. This time headed directly to all magus users include Fay himself. He took it. He crossed his arms right before his chest and took the blast straight up. Resulted in being pushed away and hit the wall with his back, his arms and hand completely immobolized and some burnt area.

 

The enemy seemed to be like some sort of machine, soulless and stiff, and didn't look like he's wearing out. But, he was not a machine, he had weaknesses and limits, proof was that he has shown himself. Fay couldn't stand being so useless while other magus users were fighting so he studied Welsh while the prince held him off... The wrists. The wrists of Welsh were damaged, Fay could see blood, somewhat still flowing. HE GOT IT.

 

"PRINCE! Strike from above! His wrists are damaged he wouldn't be able to defend himself from above. Finish him off quickly." Fay yelled to inform the prince. That was as much help as he could offer right now.

[Tetsu]

ZWEI FRANCOIS VON KHAZARIA

 

Equipped with the strongest requip arts Zwei had learned, the copy stretched his arms forward, several sharp and thin branching boney arms reaching for the blond with the intention of fatally injuring him. Zwei defended himself by jumping backwards, several thousands of pointed arms still moving closer to him with no hope of giving up.

 

The requip 'Aegis' would be the best choice for maximum defense, only, he wouldn't be able to kill the copy by simply defending himself. Blood was seeping out from Zwei's right arm as a thin pointed arm scratched him. Knowing that prolonging the fight wasn't the best choice, Zwei used his last resort.

 

"Deity of the heavens, I call you. Sharpen me with your blade, empower me with your stregth. REQUIP! Deity of the Swords [KARTEKIYA]"

 

The simplest among all requips Zwei had was [KARTIKEYA]. It had no fancy techniqies, even removing his fine golden armor in exchange for a thin piece of cloth. Only, the technique vastly increased his concentration, strength and agility which was what he needed for now. Half a second was all Zwei needed to move forward and to break the branching arms into pieces. Of course the enemy would be able to regenerate the damn skill all he want, but Zwei was faster. With a speed surpassing that of sound, the blond prince minced all incoming attack, coming closer to the copy who had the look of surprise on him.

 

Another fraction of second was all Zwei needed, swiftly moving forward to the enemy's back.

 

"Deity of Darkness, I call you. Arm with hatred, empower me with your skill. REQUIP! Deity of the Black Lightning [sUSANOO]"

 

Two swords emerged from the prince's hands, connecting them are strange thread of electricity in colors green and black. Using both swords in a slanting upward slash, the shadow was divided into four by a cross mark. The copy dispersed into thin air. The fight wasn't as hard as he thought. True that the enemy was using his strongest skill, but it seems the other lacked in power.

 

Turning to others who seemed to be fighting the enemy, Zwei moved forward in an attempt to help them.

"PRINCE! Strike from above! His wrists are damaged he wouldn't be able to defend himself from above. Finish him off quickly."

"That I will!!"

 

Zwei jumped from boulders to boulders until he was far enough from the enemy. The blond prince swiftly threw one of the black lighting swords into Welsh, stabbing one arm into the ground. Closing his eyes, the prince conjured one of his strongest attack.

 

"Black Lightning"

 

Black orb of lightning formed over the the tip of the one sword Zwei was holding, getting bigger as time passed by. When it was as big as the sword, the crowned prince pointed it towards the other sword, conjuring a destructive black lightning towards the direction of the other sword. Needless to say, the skill defeated the enemy.

 

 

 

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WELSH TRAGANOV

 

The enemy seemed to be stronger than he thought. Deep inside his mind resided his real self, watching all events unfold. A smile formed over Welsh's face, seeing how Khazaria defeated him.. or the person that was controlling him. It was apparent that Khazaria claimed victory, and that they are a strong bunch of people. With his defeat, the Magus power that has been controlling him has been broken, him turning to his real form. The kid turned to a blond young man, the real Magus User of Hylderia.

 

"Ughhh... You all are such strong bunch", the real Welsh talked, coughing out blood as he continued. "Yoo~ Prince. Long time no see".

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Kenta was left to watch the scene around him. Some guy grabbed onto the other leg while his heads continued spraying fire and poison onto Welsh. The chimera was definitely getting tired. His dragon and snake heads slowly hung down and the lion one, the one that was holding a grip on the other's leg, was slowly weakening as well. The fight surely was taking its toll on him. When the sword pierced Welsh's arm, Kenta slowly backed away, his eyes still full of hatred.

 

Still, when the "real" Welsh appeared, the chimera was the first to lunge forward and, with absolutely no hesitation, aimed for the man's neck. He completely intended to snap it in half and finish this all up. There was no need for any of this to continue anyway. They could just finish this... He could just finish this. Make it so no one else has to suffer - that sounded pretty nice.

 

"Fucking hurry up and kill him already, you shitheads!" He snarled at everyone before his gigantic paws were used to push Welsh down. The impact he had should've been enough to cause even internal bleeding. Especially seeing that Kenta was experienced in fights... Even ones without any of these magic powers.

[ChibiMonkey]

Liam winced in pain as he leaned back against the wall, a hand clutching his burned and seared chest. He mentally cursed himself for not opening his eyes quick enough, blaming himself that he wasn't thinking ahead and on complete guard - despite the fact he was exhausted, he didn't take that for an excuse to let his guard down to the real world around him and physical fights and attacks taking place. But now, as he heard the fight continue and the other magus users seem to get the upper hand and beat Welsh, Liam realized that it wasn't his lack of guard that caused him to get a direct hit to his chest from that attack. He had only assumed it was as much. But he realized now, trying to open his eyes, that his eyes had indeed been open, simply, he couldn't see. He just hadn't realized he'd opened his eyes, only yet to be unable to see for the moment. But now, leaning there against the wall, sounds of fights echoing around him, his eyes were open, and he was aware all he could see was darkness, despite knowing it wasn't dark around him.

 

He put a hand to his eyes, closing them as he sighed, mentally cursing. He'd over done it. He knew he shouldn't have tried that when he still had such little control over it. But it seemed it had worked for the better, by the sounds quieting around him, and an older voice of Welsh speaking, it seemed they had finally won this battle. But, of course this was just the beginning. So he didn't regret using his magus with a small cost of his sight to help. He knew that his sight loss would only be temporary. Unless he used that specific magus all the time then eventually it would become permanent - but he didn't plan on doing that. He blinked a couple times as he tried to regain his sight, but it was coming back very slowly. Now everything wasn't dark, he could see light at least, and vague colors, but it was coming back slowly, and it was difficult to deal with. But he wasn't worried, knowing it would come back. Though he stayed in his place for the time being, feeling exhausted to move, and not wanting to trip over himself or anything.

 

He was a little confused however, but the seemingly normal and relaxed voice of Welsh. Though, he hadn't ever met or heard the man in person, it seemed something was different now. The aura around was more relaxed, not a violent. It seemed it had been perhaps a sort of set up, or magus control on the greatly known Welsh. Honestly, Liam didn't care either way, he was just glad they didn't have to fight anymore, for the moment, anyways.