Trapped Within Darkness

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean heard Nerull begin to mutter under his breath. She looked up in time to jump up and stand in front of Nerull's spell. "Ma Seshield!" she shouted, a large silvery shield blocking part of the spell, the rest hitting her with intensity. Avean fell to the ground cursing.

[Viktor Delacro]

With a flick of his blade and a deft step back Viktor flung David's sword wide, threatening to take him off balance.

Then with another angry gesture Nerull's spell dissapated upon Viktor's sword.

"If I want your help, I will ASK for it, mage!"

[Nerull]

Nerull glared threateningly at Viktor, "And I believe that is of no concern of yours as to whom I decide to unleash spells upon."

He turned back to face Avean, "Though I think I shall have a bit of fun with this one's mind. Maybe through mentioning some of what I have seen through my seeing room mayhaps. And don't you have feelings for this man here?"

He gestured towards David, "For shame that one such as you has such a wicked heart."

[David Augustine]

Viktor's strike didn't throw David off balance but did deflect his attack. When Viktor spoke, David took the open chance gave an upward slash. He connected it with a side slash from the right, down slash, side slash from the left, diagnol slash coming from the lower right, and then another downward slash.

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean looked up from the floor, fury lining her expression. She stood up, sucking in her fears.
"Don't you ever..." she began to threaten, her hands glowing a deep red. Avean raised her hands and shot a bolt of lightning at Nerull.

[Viktor Delacro]

Viktor watched David's movements, he boredly and routinely parried and guided each of the slashes, stepping deftly with the rhythm.

With his other hand, he stifled a yawn.

[Nerull]

As the anger crossed her face, Nerull was already beginning to draw the necesary incantations to bring up a shield. The fury of her attack, however, was faster and harsher than he had expected. Even with ducking to the side, his own spell was not up in time to prevent a major portion of her spell blasting a hole through the side of his robes.

Looking down Nerull tried to find the extent of the damage. Fortunately his incorporeal form allowed him to not die from such a blow, but it would not be very wise to allow for himself to seep outside of the robes he contained himself within.

Rapidly placing a seal over the hole to keep his "body" wihtin the robes, he proceded to place around himself multiple rings of barriers in rapid succession. This massive charging and dumping of energies left him weakened, but relatively protected within them.

"Now, where was I," he trailed off for a moment, "Oh, yes... my visions. Now if you ask me, I do very much enjoy to read. Especially when I have the close company of another."

[David Augustine]

David stopped attacking with his sword momentarly and rammed into Viktor with his shoulder. This would have caused him to stumble a few steps backward. David might've suffered a blow from Viktor's sword but he felt no pain. David quickened himself though. He started to attack his opponent once again, but with a routine that would only be known by one man. It couldn't be followed it required great speed to perform. His sword was now a glowing blur of blue.

[Viktor Delacro]

Viktor grunted as the boy slammed into him, but such a stupid mistake had to be capitalized on. Viktor left his sword between David legs.

As David began a very impressive and elegant technique he merely stepped to the side and kicked his own blade, jamming it between the rapidly moving feet like a prybar. Giving it a tripwire-like effect.

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean shook with even more anger. She murmered an incantation under her breath, her hands moving in a swaying motion, shooting a silver light into his hood then yelling
"Ugar!"
An explosion erupted.

[David Augustine]

David jumped on Viktor's ancient blade. He balanced on it perfectly and with grace. It would seem almost impossible for someone who was about 7 ft tall, but he managed to do it. He then kicked at opponent's head. He then jumped over Viktor and hit his head with the hilt of the Lightbringer. David then took a step back and went for downward slash.

[Nerull]

Were it not for his layers of shielding, the explosion probably would have done a little bit more than create a large amount of dusty wind to blow everywhere around him. But, since he had his shields up, it burnt away one of the rings surrounding him.

He lasily aimed a finger at her and chains appeared and wound their way around her, "Now if you will keep quite for a moment," he said softly, "I believe I was telling a story. Now, was the last part concerning.... the reading, the books, or the romance."

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean pulled against the chains as she lay on the floor. Tears formed in her eyes.
"SHUT UP!!!" she yelled, tugging and yanking at the un-moving chains.

[Viktor Delacro]

Viktor watched as the other balanced on his sword. So that was it, this young man wasn't a paladin. He was a dragoon. One of the armored warriors who were masters of balance and jumping.

Well now, this was getting to be interesting.

As David jumped over him, he made a gesture to his sword, still on the ground. It immediately flew up and connected its own hilt with the dragoon's, then flew to guard against the sequential attack.

[David Augustine]

David hopped a few steps back and held his sword in a readied position. He was given the influence that Viktor was finally understanding who he really was. He smirked slightly. "So I see your opinion seems to have changed of me." he said, "So you should also know that the long sword is only a weapon of second nature to me."

His looked toward where Avean was at. He saw her bound by the magical chains. Avean. he thought, Avean think. I know you know spells that don't require hand motions. I've seen you study them and I've watched you perfrom them. I know what you are capable of. Fight back. Give it your all. His gaze then shifted back toward Viktor.