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[It's Thursday evening and the sun is slowly beginning to set. As dusk falls, Luceti residents who are near the south east edge of the village may notice a peculiar shimmering in the bushes. Like dancing sparkles, if you will. They may easily be mistaken for fireflies, but that is far from the truth.

Yuan has returned from his (silent) kidnapping and mana is literally evaporating from his body. Bright sparkles are rising up from his skin, before fading into the night air. Not to mention the peculiar smell coming from him. Evaporating mana emits a rather unique aroma that's neither pleasant nor unpleasant. The best way to decribe it would be... 'odd'. It's both a curious situation and an extremely embarrassing one, which is why he makes sure to stick to the forest's edge as he slowly makes his way home. He'd reach house 8 a lot faster if he crossed through the village itself, but he'd rather take a detour than make himself the center of attention.

All the way around the northern edge of the village he goes, but the closer he gets to house 8, the more exhausted he feels. Losing mana is like losing life and the more he pushes himself, the greater the fight to stay conscious. He'll get there eventually! Anyone is free to spot the peculiar sparkling man along the way.]

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[As the sky darkens, Mithos realizes he's in trouble. Not even a week separated from his return after having his death penalty removed, and he's already scouting the forest for signs of Martel's own inevitable return. ...Except his leg isn't fully back to normal yet. Recovery is a slow process. He spends long hours sitting and manually moving his leg to slowly rebuild the muscles, then testing how much it can move on its own. He's getting to the point where he can stand if he keeps most of his weight on his good leg.

So while he still needs a crutch to walk around, he's cut down from two to just one. But this still doesn't make for the easiest travel, especially through the woods...which is precisely why he's in trouble. He'd gone out farther than he meant to, and now he's returning later than he wanted. The village is in sight when his senses are hit by an overwhelming wall of mana. He freezes on the spot, eyes darting around--

...What in the world. A shimmering glow radiates between the tree trunks a few yards away, and.......that's Yuan. Yuan is at the center of it. Mithos stays where he is, unable to move stealthily in this condition. The surrounding brush provides some coverage, and he'll observe the strange sight.]

[Any other time, Yuan would be able to sense Mithos' presence, but his mana is completely out of whack. He can't fly, he can't cast magic, he can't do anything too extraordinary. All he can do is slowly drag himself home, which is easier said than done when he's getting overwhelmed with exhaustion.

He needs to rest again... Leaning back against a tree, he's trying to regain some of his energy. How great it would be to just lie down and fall asleep right here, but he needs to get home before anything else.]

[It becomes very apparent very quickly that Yuan is in poor shape. And this is very interesting to Mithos. He watches sharply as Yuan rests against the tree, waiting for three, two, one...

His eyes slide shut and he starts to silently cast. Even if Yuan notices through the mana that thickly surrounds him, what would he be able to do? He doesn't seem capable of even walking very far. Hey Yuan, think you can handle Holy Lance?

With how severely limited his body is, it will take a while to build up, and...maybe he should have chosen a weaker spell, because this is wiping a lot out of him. But when is he ever going to get this opportunity again? After everything the other has done to him here, all the times Mithos has been shamefully defeated, he can finally deliver the retribution Yuan deserves. He finishes, voice quiet but loaded with malicious intent:] Holy Lance.

[Yuan may not be able to sense mana at the moment, but it's a good thing spellcasting makes itself apparent through other means. Just as he's about to continue on his way, he spots it: A colorful shimmer of light nearby, a visual buildup of mana... And of course, Mithos himself, having hidden himself only a short distance away.

No time to lose. No opportunity to defend himself. He has to run. The sudden exertion is taking a lot out of him- far more than it should- and he falters after only crossing a very short distance. He manages to fling himself out of the spell's reach just in time, but as it explodes behind him he finds himself crashing to the ground. For a brief moment, he can actually taste the dirt.]

D-Dammit! [No time to recover. He has to get up. He has to get away. If only his limbs wouldn't feel so heavy.]

[It takes a moment to recover from unleashing the spell, but it doesn't look like that window of opportunity helped Yuan at all. Mithos smirks at his collapsed form, so low and pathetic - everything Yuan deserves to be. It's not good enough. The spell didn't hit, he didn't get hurt enough.

He takes a few careful steps closer, still maintaining distance, eyes never wavering from the other half-elf. It's a shame he doesn't have a sword handy. He could skewer him easily like this.] Good evening, Yuan.

[He doesn't give much time for him to return the greeting. Another high level spell so soon is too much for his body to handle - which is highly unfortunate and highly frustrating - but he can muster a basic lightning spell quickly enough. Something so lowly...it's more than a little degrading, but if it's toward the cause of retribution? Worth it. Do enjoy that, miserable traitor.]

[No no no no! Yuan is fighting with all his might to stagger back to his feet the moment Mithos speaks, but it's only a clumsy movement. In his haste, he just ends up losing his balance again. He falls back down and moments later, lightning crashes through his body.

This is usually the sort of thing he can handle. Lightning is his element, but now that the mana in his body is in disarray, the magic has a far greater effect. He can't stop himself- he cries out in pain.

And then it's gone again. He's not getting up. He just can't muster enough energy to get up.]

[He slowly closes the distance between them, staring down in undisguised disgust and hatred.]

Did you think you could hide from me? [This is where he would love to grind his boot into the back of Yuan's skull, but unfortunately he isn't quite there in the rehabilitation process. He'll have to settle for shifting his weight further and prodding Yuan with his crutch, intent on pushing his face down into the dirt.]

Edited 2012-04-29 20:05 (UTC)

[And Yuan would love more than anything to be able to defend himself. To just launch some lightning of his own Mithos' way, or at least draw a sword, but he's been rendered effectively useless. The most he can do is try to roll out of the crutch's way before it can shove him down too far.]

Mithos... Stop it. [That's a useless order. He knows it's useless. He just doesn't know what else to say.]

I'm not taking orders from you. [--Why won't you stay still? His crutch misses its mark, and it's very much like realizing there isn't an extra step at the top of the stairs - his support falls through air. For a few seconds he thinks he has his balance under control. Then his leg buckles and...well at least he doesn't fall flat on his face, but he's down on his knees beside Yuan.

He's in good position to just whack him across the back with the crutch. Without having to worry about falling over now that he's already down here, he can put a lot more force behind it.]

Edited 2012-05-03 02:14 (UTC)

[... Mithos still hasn't recovered. This is good. Yuan can work with this. Or, at least, he can attempt to. His own state is still worse and he knows it.

As Mithos falls to the ground, he tries to stumble to his feet again, but just like before, he's too slow. The crutch connects with his back and- even worse- the base of his wings. He cries out in pain and falls back down, catching himself on his arms.]

[He'll cleave hi crutch down on Yuan's back again - a far, pitiful cry from a sword, but it does a decent enough job with those vulnerable wings. How does it feel, traitor?]

Stay where you belong! [...never mind that he's on the ground too; at least he's on his knees. Higher than you.]

[Another blow to his wings, and another pained cry. He was already weak from mana deprivation, but the bruising of such vital appendages is only making things that much worse. Yuan's hit by a sudden fear that he might pass out if this keeps up. His vision's certainly turning black for a moment.

And then a peculiar sound reaches his ears. An angry squeak, a flurry of feathers... He looks up just in time to see a tiny owl make a dive for Mithos' face.]

S-Selene.

[He's just about to go in for a third blow, and maybe reach over to rip out a fistful of feathers, when he hears the tiny screech of the owl. His eyes flick up and...suddenly his view is blocked by a very angry flurry of wings and talons and beak.

He isn't trying to hit Yuan anymore. He throws his arms over his face to shield it, instinctively curling his body protectively. What in the--?]

[He manages to push himself into a crouching position as he watches Selene's mad rush to target any bare skin she can get at. It's just one big mess of pecking, biting, scratching and angry screeching.

But this is Mithos she's attacking and he'll strike back any second now.]

Selene! Go home!

[...Okay, shielding himself with his bare arms isn't helping at all. All he's accomplishing is a nasty collection of scratches and bites all over his arms, making a bloody mess of his skin. He shifts the crutch in such a way that he can try to bat the owl away with the broader top part.]

Pathetic creature! [...and who's the one getting beat up by this pathetic creature?]

Selene! [This is bad. Yuan knows that a tiny owl won't have Mithos retreat and it's only a matter of time before he manages to hurt her. But what can he do? He's already having trouble moving, let alone stepping in to defend Selene.

As much as he hates to admit it, there's really only one thing for it. That is, to retreat himself and hope Selene will do the same before it's too late. With a last scoff of extreme frustration, he turns to run as fast as he can without exhausting himself to the point of losing consciousness.]

[Even through the furious beating of the owl's wings, he can see Yuan retreating. It quickly sinks in that his vengeance is being stolen from him by this pathetic, insufferable little thing and he swats at it more furiously as his arms continue to receive abuse from the tiny beak and talons.]

Disappear! [But not you, Yuan. You get back here.]

[No, never! Yuan's fleeing the scene without looking back. He knows that the moment he gets home, he'll be under Kratos' protection and Mithos won't dare try to attack again.

As for Selene, she'll do her best to keep Mithos busy for as long as possible, but she's starting to get exhausted. It won't be long before she has to retreat herself.]

[Mithos swipes at Selene with his crutch one last time as she flies away, but she's already out of reach. He peers through the trees to try to catch sight of Yuan. Already gone. The powerful mana effusing from him is difficult to miss, but by the time he catches up... He can guess where Yuan's destination is, and he'd like to avoid making this complicated.

So when he pulls himself back to his feet, he'll send a rueful glare in the direction Yuan disappeared before being on his way again.]

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- 89 [Action]

wow so latesfhysudf

/claps

/bows

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...lamest fight ever lmao

CRIPPLE FIIIGHT!!!

TAKE THAT! AND THAT!

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...and suddenly I notice all the typing and html fail up there

P-pfft I thought the italic thing was on purpose

...yes, let's...go with that

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