Arthus smiled as he thought of Christianna, he prayed that she would survive this whole affair. he could not think of life with out her, together they had gone through so much pain and difficulties. It was like in all the world and all the people, she was the only one who understood him and vice versa. Their story was not a pretty one. He dispatched another priest type person, casting some strange spell no doubt. His sword was dripping in blood and the Egyptian runes on it glowed ever brighter. Steam coming off them every time a sizzle of blood splattered them, it was at that point he saw the dragon. A fierce thing indeed. He knew he would have to do something about it, other wise it would eat his entire army. Killing it looked a little impossible though but he could certainly smash it around a bit. With a roar of his boosters he took of into the air and grinned as he saw the temple woman standing on top. Flashing her a smile as his vizier flicked up for a moment, he wanted to lock eyes. Then it went down again, as he too fell forward. With a almighty crash he landed on the dragons back as it began to wander out of the temple on its unholy rampage. Raising his sword he smashed it down in a few swings, while his power claw dug into its concrete type flesh. The sword made a few deep gashes, and a strange magic type liquid seemed to flow from them. The dragon though, began to thrash and shake. throwing its body around like a rag doll in an effort to get him off. It crushed a good deal of hsi men in the process too, something that caused a curse from his as his claw dug in even tighter. Then he put his palm into motion, more of his men were still out side and he needed them all. He couldnÂ’t wait to bring the gates down any longer. he run up its back and grabbed onto its thick neck, just as he dug his sword into its side so deeply that the bade didnÂ’t come back out. The creature howled in furry and began to charge anything and every thing in its path, but Arthus held its neck steady and then the sword. Almost steering the creature towards the gate. Full pelt it ran head first into them with an almighty crash, knocking the beast clean out for a while. He did not know how long it would last but every break from it was appreciated. The gates them selves did not totally break, but a massive gap between them had been wedge open by the beasts massive head. And now many more solders were running in and pouring like vultures into the city. Arthus once more stalked the streets.
Hathor gritted her teeth, it was time she joined the battle. She landed on the ground infront of Arthus. <span style='color:purple'>WHAT HAVE YOU DONE???!!!!! You foul, insensitive being! Do you not realize who you have challanged, and now that I have shown myself you will die a most painful death along with all your men?! Do you wish to have that responsiblity on your head?! In your death, the souls of your men will hunt you down, for little do you realize that you have stregthened the Anubi more then you can imagine, just by your attack. So how is it? Would you like to die now a peaceful serene death, or die like this!!</span> The priests were falling like flies, most of them were not skilled enough to take a major battle like this. Most of the guards were dead, but then the reason for so few guards came clear. Hathor snapped her fingers and out of the shadows came hundreds of Cucus and Macy, all eyes a glowing hissing and growling. The prowled out slowly waiting for their master's command. Hathor brought out her double bladed, double edged sword and held it out in a threatening stance. <span style='color:purple'>Do you wish to reconsider your choice? Or do you wish to dance with someone out of your league, way out of your league.</span> Kaieta at this point was very angry, bleeding at many points, but not enough to bring her down. Nekhalla had gathered enough strength to run over to Kaieta and hop on, running up her back to the open neck would, Nekhalla quickly used her healing powers on it to seal it up, and then held on and started working on the other ones. Paush had become busy with a group of fighters that had surrounded him. He quickly disposed of them and tried to make it to Hathor's side, but failed miserably.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>I apologise for the wait guys, bit absentminded lately.</td></tr></table> Oh how delicious... He tore upwards again, a ragged chunk of fresh meat hanging from his jaws. Quickly swallowing the chunk he tore again, and again, and again. Soon the corpse of the mother was completely unrecognizable, and he stood up, not even close to full but eager to take another kill and feed on a different taste. He began to walk towards the door, and the child who had been saved by her mother's bravery scurried to the body, crying even harder. Kala glanced back, feeling something for the now orphan child, but quickly perished the thought and leapt upon the roof of a nearby building. He looked around, and his eyes caught hold of the temple, the biggest structure around. It was there the priests would most likely be, conjuring spells and incantations to protect the town and it's people. "I wunder what a Priest tastes like... Came the murmur, and soon the black reptile was leaping towards it at maximum speed, closer to the battle itself, and to his next meal, which he thought would be filled with magic...
Oh how she loved it. Not unlike Kala, Chritianna fed on the Anubi, if not on their flesh then at least on their despair... But she wasn't satiated yet, not even close. Her gaze scanned the battlefield hungrily as long fingers deflty plucked the last of her poisoned little ones from the silver quiver on her shoulder. A small smile crept into sharp features as eyes spotted the perfect prey... A Priest. She hadn't killed any of those yet. Christianna broke into a sprint, pushing, kicking and at times with the little dagger in her free paw slicing villagers out of her way as she approached her destination. The Temple was impressive enough, as far as Temples went. There would much sport in burning it to the ground. She spotted Arthus and the dragon. She pondered helping him out, but by the looks of it, he seemed to be in control of the situation. She would have to find her own fun. A little away from the commotion, hiding in the shadows cast by his beloved temple, a decrepit looking old priest was knealing with his back to her, seemingly praying to one of his silly deities. "No one to save you here old fool... No Gods. Only me." she gloated silently, padding softly towards him, arrow raised.
Arthur smiled as the one this had all been for came charging out to defend her people. It was always amusing to him how the whole swirling mass of chaos always seemed to stop when too commanders met on the battle field. It was very rare that they were ever even in danger, the situation was a very potent one. "Oh donÂ’t give me that immortal crap, you can die just like any one else. Granted its a little difficult but you can die." He said waving off her violent threat, he had no doubt that she might actually beat him in combat. But he didnÂ’t really need to beat her, not to win anyway. "And you see, you can fight me. And you might kill me, or I might wound you enough to make you run away. But in that time more people than you can count will die, and they will be your people." He said with a sneer, nodding his head over to his lieutenant Ivan the 3rd. Ivan was rampaging now, he had at last entered the city in his giant mechanical walker and he was staying as far away from the main threats as possible. Yet every gun on his robot was demolishing and smashing the buildings it came across. Every Anubi that crossed eyes with it was slain, and it was showing no signs of stopping. "You can either "deal" with me and I can guarantee I will hold you all off until our work is done." He said with a smirk as he began to walk off. " Or you can save your people." A callous laugh escaped him as he wandered back into the battle, his hand firmly on his sword though. The Egyptian runes glowed fiercely, and the screams of the fighting raged on.
Hathor's eyes glowed red and she smiled as her fangs grew out. <span style='color:purple'>Or I can do both...</span> She smirked and dug a clawed paw hard into the ground so a large crack appeared, a few people fell into it, but what came out of it was the horrifying part: Skeletons and broken bodies of long dead warriors climbed out of the ground to do what they were always ment to do: Defend their people. <span style='color:purple'>The moment you stepped on this hallowed ground you were doomed to die, the spirits are restless and your disrespect of me and the rest of the Anubi will be paid for in your people's blood. My people may die in battle, but they at least die with the honor that they have never slaughtered an innoccent.</span> Hathor charged with her sword ready to meet his. At this point she glowed with a black and red fire. She was mad to say the least, this city was her pride and joy. It would take centuries to recover what was lost here. Not to mention train new priests. Luckily she had a vast amount of followers, and most of them did not live in the city. Umeoral on the other hand saw his good friend Aphso in trouble he ran over and bashed Chritianna on the back of the head. <span style='color:red'>You have no bounds do you...trying to kill a defenseless old man while he was praying...That is low...</span> Aphso quickly turned and scurried into the temple as fast as his old legs would take him. Umeoral quickly stood up and got in a defensive position, ready to defend his temple, and his way of life. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>BRAINS!!!BRAINS!!!!! Always wanted to do a Zombie thing with Hathor XD</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry for the late reply... the usual excuses.. school, blah blah blah. I can't wait till it's school break</td></tr></table> She had not, in a long time, fought this much. She had never been in war but she knew this was the best she would come across. It was when she actually wasn't an outcast and stood up for her race. Even though they would not know. Even though the news wouldn't reach the ears of those in Pwa. Even though it wouldn't reach her father's ears. It was enough that she is repenting, paying this for her mistakes she had made. But was this enough? She completated it in her mind as she stabbed an old, greying lukuo in the stomach, causing him to cry out in agony. Why did he join this war? Was his life so empty that he decided to waste his last years? She would make sure he feel before he go. Veaji wasn't one to be merciful. Slowly, she pulled back her sword from the foe, hearing the slick sound it gave as it slid out of the old body. She enjoyed his howl of pain and finally, he passed out. Passing out before dying. She left him on the floor to bleed. Turning, she saw a child bent over her dead mother. A flash of picture went through her head as she thought back of her mother. How she.... But her attention was diverted to a reptile-like pendragon. He had walked away from this direction. He was the one who left this child an orphan. She saw him take a leap onto the roof. One of the racist made a charge at her and just with a swift swipe, she cut the lady's wind pipe and she fell to the floor. She then teleported to where Kala was, keeping a safe distance away. She heard him speak. What odd accent. Then he was off. Veaji tailed him and teleported in front of him, blocking his way. <span style='color:orangered'>You have a ferocious appetitte.</span> she commented. No way he was going to touch the priests.
Her silver helmet fell with a resounding clunk and rolled ever slowly away from where Christianna lay, eyes sealed by a perplexed frown. It had absorbed most of the shocked and so she had barely been aware of pain. However, she was very aware of the fact that she had been called a coward... A coward! She was back on her feet in a trifle, helmet placed firmly on her head once again. But only the sight of the retreating form of her prey. She pierced Umeoral with her icy glare. "You," she said calmy, "Will regret that. A coward? Are not cowards those who spend their lives praying to non-existant entities with the sole hope that their misplaced faith will save their worthless skins? And what of an elitist race that marrs the face of this world with its hideous customs? How can it be justified? How can it be right? The world belongs to those who seize it, those who act and fight for justice; Not for those who cower behind petty beliefs while their own people murder innocents on the sole basis that they are different! You disgust me!"
Arthus stopped stone dead in his tracks, every muscle in his body tensed and his blood raced with pure hatred. Every vein on his body bulged and stuck out and his eyes glazed over as only one vision stuck in his mind. That of holding his head brother, the cold corpse battered and broken in his hands. In an instant he turned on the spot, his massively armoured body digging a small grove into the sandy body. His sword in one hand, the power claw in his other. His arm reached out and exploded the head of the nearest zombie creature, before charging head on towards the guardian. His sword trailing behind him as it seemed to cut a gash in the air itself. "Your men have no honour and neither do you scum." He roared at her, his voice bellowing in rage. "Your men kill innocents every day, their only crime being that of their heritage. Something they cannot chose. You kill the innocent people who come into "your deserts" for no other reason than you donÂ’t like other races." Rage consumed him now as he became a vessel for pure power and carnage, his armour and metal powering him to inhuman strength. "You, [/I]Anubi fuck are the racist." He said with a finial spit as he sword swung to met hers with such a force it could shatter the walls. While his power claw clenched into a fist as it went for the gut punch. His eyes ablaze with all the fury he could muster, even if he died he would see to it that all that was left of her village were skeletons.
<span style='color:purple'>Your people have desicrated our temples, looted our villages, and raped the wives and daughters of my people! All we ask is to be left alone, we only kill those who enter as a precaution. We were peaceful till your...people...decided to enter our realm and destroy it! This is the third main temple I have built! The last two were destroyed due to outsiders wishing to take the contents! This will be the last one I build, I am Guardian Hathor, strongest of all the Guardians, and you, young one, have tempted fate one too many times."</span> She smiled a toothy smile as she caught his clawed paw and dug her own claws deep into the flesh below. She loved her temple with all her heart, even though at times she seemed to not have one. She was a Guardian, and would do anything for her people...and that is what she was doing now. <span style='color:red'>It is the only way we can survive! The halfbreeds cannot read Anubian, if we lost our bloodlines...Our people would be gone forever. There are a few who can read Anubian, those we save...but I have only known of two in all my years, the others are usless, they can't be trained as priests, and they usually can't survive.</span> Umeoral stood in a defensive position. <span style='color:red'>I won't fight you, we can save both our peoples now, but I can't do it without you.</span>
Kala stopped dead, unsure of what to do next. A weak and defenceless target away from the battle was one thing, but he really wasn't in the mood to have to fight for a meal. While this one did have a sort of magical smell to them, he would avoid them at all costs, and make for his main target, the temple, where the tastiest meal would hopefully be. "I'm juzt grazing, you kno? One has to taste everything before he settles down to his favorate dish." His black scaly mouth opened, to reveal the yellowed fangs inside. They were leaking venom again at the smell of all the freshly killed meat, but every so often the serpentine tongue would dart across and lick it up, swallowing it as if it were normal saliva. To anyone but him, it could signal their death with the smallest of injections... "Now eef you veel excuse me, I have somewhere to be." With that he leapt across an alleyway between two buildings, and began a mad dash towards the temple, smirking back at the confrontation with the smallest hint of humor in his serpentine yellow eyes...
"You make it sound so easy, you and your delusional freak friends. But it's too late! Too late, do you hear me?! Some things cannot be undone! What you have taken from us can never be restored! Never never never... Never..." Christianna had buried her feverish head in her slender paws, rocking gently as she felt the familiar instability seize her. It was a tide of hatred, of unbound anger, that fought to escape her will. It gnawed at the limits of her control until it finally breached all mental bulwarks to pour out of her in a torrent of verbal vomit. "I hate you! How can you sacrifice lives in the name of stupid sacred concepts! How can bloody bloodlines take precedence over the lives of innocents! You fiends murder your own on the basis that they are only half like you! You barely search their faces before you murder them, don't you? Cowards! Afraid that they will be 'dragons just like you, who deserve to live and breathe just like you and who might be trying to be accepted by the likes of you? How many 'half-breeds' came to you in search of acceptance only to be met with an untimely death? You Anubi live in hostile isolation and you expect the world to accept you and understand you? That we should all make an exception for you because you are oh-so-fucking-special? Is that it? That what you want? Please spare me with your naïve 'we can save our people' speeches because I would sooner die than help the likes of you!"
Paush glared as he was assaulted. <span style='color:red'>Thank you, I've saved every half-breed I have found, most of the ones that made it out into the outside world were saved by me! Only those foolish enough to bring them directly to Hathor have been killed because she is my greater, and I cannot control what she does! If they are still eggs, they are taken to Amunet who gives them the greatest honor the Anubi have for a half-breed: becoming a spirit child. It used to be reserved only to eggs who we knew would live lives of pain and suffering, those who we knew had illnesses beyond our help, but it is only for those who wish it. Amunet gives them immortality and let them play forever in her garden. Those who do not, I run to the edge of the desert and hope for the best. I fear now though that Hathor will not be so forgiving anymore, your attacks have angered her greatly. You put everyone in danger, now and in the future. Hathor is the force of change in the Anubi, and you may have just made her think that change isn't worth fighting for. Is revenge really that sweet that you feel you must destroy the future of so many others? If you feel you must fight me still go ahead, I'll still win, I have atleast 40 years your senior, and the abilities of the fact I'm not truely a dragon.</span> He held his staff defensivly. He really didn't want to have to fight her...She seemed to ring a bell in the very back of his mind somewhere. He wasn't going to worry about it that much at that moment. Kashiko noticed Kala running toward the temple and did a nose dive landing right on his back, digging her long claws into his soft flesh. <span style='color:blue'>You know the temples protected right? Unless your part Anubian it kills you the instant you step in there. Though, if your lucky, I'll keep you alive a little longer then that...</span>
Arthus laughed as he claws scratched harmlessly over his rediclously thick amour. The sound of nails of a claw board ringing out as the white lines appeared in it before disappearing again. Then his whole hand span around 360 degrees on his wrist join, lashing her with the claws. "Please, if you think you can kill me easily then your hardly the great Hathor, just an arrogant fool who is a little past it." A smirk appeared on his face as he began to side step, parrying and slashing with his monster sword. His unique amour meant not only could he match her with speed, he could also bend and move in unnatural ways. After a few more sword slashes he had clamed himself a little now and was solely focus on achieving his goal. "And why do you think I did all that, why did I kill all those people. Smash all those buildings and cause all that pain." his visor flicked up now, his eyes locking with hers. His clear half Anubi heritage showing. "Why would I do that to my own people, maybe itÂ’s because Anubi, lead by a female guardian killed my family just because my father had mated with someone impure" His sword twisted then lunged, slashing then hacking. The Egyptian runes on it glowing with a yellow magnificence as he pressed home his attack. "Murderer" He spat before becoming so intently focus on fighting that he couldnÂ’t spare the attention to speak.
The mention of Guardians elicited a bitter hiss from Christianna's lips, which proceeded to purse tightly together before stretching into a menacing grimace. "Do not underestimate my skills in battle, old fool. I may be many a year younger, but this youth you seem to call a flaw brings vigour and resourcefulness long ago shrivelled up in a 'dragon of your age. Trust, if you will, that many of those years you wasted to folly, devoting your life to the service of a so-called "Greater", the flaws of whom even you seem wont to list so freely, these years, were not wasted by those who serve our cause. Years of waiting, years of training, years of yearning. Yearning for this. Revenge is sweet, so sweet that words do it injustice. But do not be foolish enough to think that revenge is all that fuels those who fight for our cause! Revenge may be sweet, but fighting for Justice is the greatest motivation of all! Your precious Anubi scum are incapable of Change. You know it. You have said it yourself! If destroying this city today means putting an end to your barbaric ways, if it means preventing the deaths of innocents at the hand of fools who act in the name of apathetic murderers, then so be it. Over my dead body, I *will* see to it!" With this last oath, Christianna extracted her preferred weapons and took a battle stance, ready to attack. The Daggers had sentimental value. Made out of the purest Mansukhian steel, they were feather-light and lethal. The purifying of the steel had involved a twelve day long process that had given the Daggers the quality of being supple and flexible, yet sharp enough to cut through any material. Her arms outstretched, she held each poison-coated blade between her gloved fingers, like an extra pair of deadly claws.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>*Prods* Did it die, or should I just go ahead without the others? :/</td></tr></table> Kala snarled and twisted his spinal column, battering Kashiko in the head with his tail as he spun and twisted up. "I am not in ze mood to meddle wif somone like yew." Came the serpentine hiss, clearly aggrivated at the claw marks on his back, and he let out a long rattling hiss, flaring his nostrils and letting his tongue roll out between massive fangs...
<span style='color:red'>And I've been waiting years to finally have a temple stand for more then 100 years before a bunch of bumbling idiots like yourselves beat it up so badly that we have to move it again! Did you think about what your doing?! Your no better then we are if you think about it, at least by your argument! Your commiting acts of murder, you have killed more today than Hathor has killed in her existance. Your going to lose this battle, I may be old, but I have a few advantages over you. That poison won't work on me...Yes I can smell it, it requires you be alive to begin with to work...Stabbing me with those will be like sticking me with a needle. I exist only because Hathor created me, in return, I'm her loyal priest. She created me and raised me, I will defend her temple no matter what.</span> Umeoral closed his eyes and then opened them, a black flame erupted around him, and his own wings appeared, they were ragged and mutilated raven wings. The bone showed in some places, and they dripped with blood. His staff had changed into a more ornate staff, with spikes around the top. He had hoped it wouldn't come to this...He hated fighting, at least now he did. <span style='color:purple'>Your an idiot, you know that? If it was me, then he's not dead. If it wasn't, then he is, but thats besides the point. He's probably actually around here somewhere if he's alive, he won't remember you though, well at least not without some help from me. Though the way you slashed thru my city, he's probably dead. If it was me, the reason why your alive is my doing. I have a feeling it wasn't me that saved you though, even if it was, your such an ungratful brat I regret it!</span> She bared her teeth as a slash mark appeared on her exposed arm. She was oviously very angry. She battled on for a little bit, getting angrier by the minute. She finally reached out and grabbed the blade with one hand and snapped it in two. She tossed the top to the side and stood up straight. Her right hand dripping in blood from where she grabbed the blade. <span style='color:purple'>Nekhalla Vlunn and Kashiko Katsu are halfbreeds too, and yet they fight against you. Or did you not notice? Nekhalla's a High Priest now too, she has more power then you could ever imagine...</span> Kashiko shook off the battering. <span style='color:blue'>Nice fangs, they'd make great candle holders.</span> She grinned a toothy grin of her own. gripping the hilt of her sword tighter as to get more control.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>This be a request from Ultima that I come into this! How could I refused xD</td></tr></table> <span style='color:blue'>A top one of the sands dune came that of a blue flamed figure. She gzed down upon the battlefield that was taking place outside of one of her beloved Guardian's temple and protected city. The female reached her set of four arms out and caused that of blades to appear in her hands. It had been a very long time since she had been in a battle that seemed to have meaning to it. Her golden glowing eyes shifted over into the direction of the metallic beast that stood erect along side her. She turned her gaze back towards the ash colored pendragon that stood there along side her as well, with his arms crossed and bone wings extended, grinning at all the carniage. "Well, it looks likes I have arrived at a good time as any." Kyofu smirked and turned her eyes back into the direction of the thousand Anubi that she had rallyed together with the help of the Light Guardian himself. She turned her eyes back towards the horde down at the bottom of the hill before reaching one of her blades up above her head, screaming out to the followers that she had gather to form a line.</span> <span style='color:red'>"I have longed to have seen this place for once in my eternal life. And now I understand why so many come together to protect these people. Such beauty." Sieben grinned barring his fangs before looking back to Kyofu and Metallica that stood to his side. "Lets not keep them waiting..." Sieben laughed as he charged down the dune towards the horde of outsiders. Metallica lifted a horn to his lips and blew into it causing the sound to echo out over the land below the dune as the army of Anubi charged down over the hill in honor of their people.</span> <span style='color:blue'>Kyofu grinned wildly as she came charging right into the horde, slicing her way through a single outsider then knocking another to his ass with a shoulder block. The rage of war was being pleased at last. For so many years has she bottled up the urge to go to war and kill again. Sieben took his share of the fighting as well, calling up a vampiric blade that sliced and feed on the blood of the fallen. Bloodlust already flowing into him like a tide at the beach. Kyofu turned her gaze towards Hathor as she stabbed her blade through the chest of one of the non-believers. "I am with you...Hathor. And your beloved Horus fights here with you in these men. For you Hathor, for our people." Kyofu turned her gaze back ahead of herself and roared aloud as she deflected a blade and drove the massive hammer in her lower right hand into the gut of it's welider.</span>
