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Mikhail smiles faintly, his flaming eyes blazing now as a malicious grin spreads across his face. Ah, this is more like it... His wings snap out, smashing the axeman and the mace wielder into the walls, taking the swordsman's attack on his blade, shoving the other back, returning with a low slash for Vore's legs.
Vore dances back as the other two hit the walls, slumpign to the ground for a moment before rising, and then all three begin circling him once again. Mikhail stands in the center, keeping himself facing the swordsman at all times, his senses extended, straining, for every last hint that would help him, keeping his sword in his right hand. Axe came next, swinging at Mikhail's chest, who brings up his sword to block, the blow ringing out through the hall, and the axeman keeps his sword engaged as the mace wielder swings low, for his legs, and Mikhail barely manages to stop that one with his booted foot, sending a jolt up his leg, and thus engaged with those two, the one he was most concerned about made his move, catching Mikhail in the side, the blade slicing through his flesh like a hot knife through butter, parting flesh as easily as cloth, leaving a large cut in his side, from which blood flowed smoothly, a red river down his body, which he ignored, lashing out with his foot to take the mace in the chest, and there was an audible cracking sound as ribs snapped, and the chest caves in, killing that copy, though not before it took a swing, smashing him in the leg, sending him spinning to the floor, causing the sword to miss high over his head as the broadsword was swung yet again, and it takes the axeman in the chest, slaying him as well.
Heh. Well, it's down to us now, isn't it... Mikhail raises to his feet, his claws clacking on the cold stone floor. Now it's even odds. Let's go.

[You're doing fine. smile I like it. Keep up the good work.]
[Fine, is this better than 3 lines? -.- G-d it's annoying, listening to your complaining... You do fine at it. So quit complaining. *sigh*]

The parts which originally founded the clones rid themselves of cloning material and again became one with the head. Vore expertly swung his broadsword around in his hand, showing off. Indeed. But I must do one thing before continuing again. Smirking and not taking its eyes off Mikhail, its fangs sank into its arm. As his fangs retracted, blood redder than anything they've ever seen flowed from the wound. Vore licked it all up. He looked lustfully at Mikhail. Lustful for blood. Looking at all the blood oozing out of him prompted Vore. He lunged. Seemingly going for the head, Vore waited till Mikhail made to send a blocking blow. Feinting to the left just before Mikhail was able to clash swords with him, Vore held on to him, sucking out a fair amount of his blood from the wound he made earlier. Satisfied, he kicked Mikhail off, sending him back. He did not try to kill him right away because he wanted to play. Ahh. That was delicious. You have very unqiue blood. And now that I've tasted it, it makes me want to fight harder for more. Bigger is not always better. Not giving him time to regain himself, Vore lunged at his head with amazing swiftness. Bigger is not always better.

((Sorry if I'm godmoding or whatever. >< It's hard to make a long, interesting post without doing that a little.))

His eyes widened in shock as Mikhail dodged his blow and surprisingly had ahold on him, pushing him back. As the sword entered, driving a hole through his chest, Vore roared, agonized. With Mikhail unable to see anything as he was too busy sucking his blood this time, and his view impaired by Vore's neck, Vore let his long, whip-like, snake-like tongue flicker out. With almost complete control of his tongue, he slashed this down upon Mikhail's nearest wing numerous times. The blows were not strong enough to break the wing bone connect to his shoulder blade, but it was enough to rip through the more softer and thinner parts of his wing. Vore's tongue seemed like it was dipped in corrosive material, as flesh rather burned and parted when he lashed his tongue out at him. Distracting him, Vore forcefully pushed Mikhail away, as far as he could. With his strength weakened, this meant only a mere six inches gap between them. But that was enough. Vore brought his knee up. With a good distance of separation now, he jerked the sword out with a high pitched noise. Vore brought his hand over the wound. It slowly closed up, ending the blood flowing from his chest. It had seemed like he completely healed himself. But in reality, he merely molded the skin around the wound to cover over it. Inside, the hole was still there. But Vore would never show that. Now, now. Treat your elders with respect, or you'll get punishment. Gaining speed and momentum, he lurched at Mikhail once more, this time circling him through dashing around him, making it almost impossible to see where he was at, let alone what he was doing. Carefully and quietly, he slipped out a strong, hand sized hook with wire cables attached to it. He swiftly hooked this through one of his wings, putting it in a place where his bones joined, leaving a small, but secure opening. Still sprinting, he ran around Mikhail, which wrapped his wing around him, suspending his movements, also wrapping the cable around him to hold him more. When the cable ran out of line, Vore breathed on to the end, welding it to a loop, attaching to Mikhail. He thrust his sword, plunging it through his stomach as Vore drove him back again, leaping onto Mikhail, making him fall. Sitting on him, Vore drove the sword deeper, grinning with enjoyment.

((You wanting to end this?))

(('Kay. I wasn't sure if you wanted to end this 'fight scene' yet or not. Seemed like you wanted to. So I asked.))

Trying to comprehend why he would let the sword remain in his abdomen, Vore stared at Mikhail, unmoving, for mere seconds. But that was a mistake. For as soon as he realized, with the flames crawling up his arm, he screeched in agony once again. For earlier, before the battle first began, Mikhail has sent a blast of fire at him. This didn't phase him, as his scorched skin 'flaked off.' But this time, there was something different about this flame. It was tinted more black than last time, and around it, was a rather holy aura. He wasn't able to protect himself against this fire. This only baffled Vore even more. Mikhail was a demon, nonetheless. How could he be able to summon such a flame? As he pondered all this while screaming, the flames travelled close to his head. Without another second to act with or think with, the wildfire consumed his head. With a piercing roar, the inferno burnt Vore to a crisp, his remaining ashes drifting to a dull, black pile on the floor below.

.: Floating down from the ceiling, slowly and silently emerging from the shadows, Chisano lands gently on her feet and turns to glance coldly at Star and Mikhail, her newly-turned dark gray eyes regarding them with a calculating gleam. :. "I'm fine, thank you." .: Pale and ghost-like in appearance, the wispy girl scowls darkly at Mikhail's wounds and steps backwards, edging swiftly towards the doorway. :. "You're bleeding... I shall retrieve bandages for you." .: She quickly turns on her heel, reaching forward to open the nearest door. :. "My apologies for not aiding you in battle... I apparently was not strong enough to be noticed by a demon of such power, so I merely floated away. Not like it would've amounted to much in the end even if I hadn't." .: Her eyes gleam with unshed tears, more of anger at having her pride insulted than of sadness, and she quickly darts through the door without another word. :.

((Oooh, I haven't posted in awhile. Sorry. sweatdrop ))

Star had not heard a word he was saying. She could see his actions, but when he spoke, his mouth just showed the movements for talking. She looked at him, trembling. A bit wide-eyed and having fallen to the ground during his battle with Vore, she now looked at him with a bit of fear in her eyes. Her head was shaking side to side slightly. Unbelievingly. Clumsily pushing herself backwards with her hands, she suddenly felt the wall against her back and rather jolted slightly from surprise. Realizing it was only the wall, her eyes revert back to Mikhail as she shakily stood up, only to fall back down again with a small, startled cry. She seemed to have lost her voice and seeing as she could not back away any further, she clutched her knees tightly against her chest with her eyes shut tight, as if waiting for the worse to happen.

((Mwuahahahaha. twisted ))

[ Both scenarios are excellent, but the first one is quite intriguing... if you don't mind me dishing out my input. Honestly, either is fine with me. ]

.: Skittering expertly through the labrynth of corridors that composed the great Ravenwood castle, Chisano finally reaches the room that she abandoned long ago... her old room. Tearing open the door with one fluid motion, the willowly girl dashes inside before slamming it shut behind her, locking each of the eight bolts and locks that ran up and down its edge. Marking each with a a powerful resistance charm with a piece of chalk, she sighs and simply drops sideways on to her bed, her feet hanging off the edge and her long black hair trailing against the floor on the other side and carefully shadowing her eyes. :.

.: No sooner than when her body had touched the bed, a little furry ball of fluff scurries out from under Chisano's bed. Relatively fox-like in appearance with scaly wings poking out from over its scrawny shoulder-blades, the creature makes a quiet scoffing sound before pouncing on to one of the girl's boots, its wings fluttering slightly in order to regain its balance. :. "Lady Chisano, may I inquire about your health? I have not seen you in quite the while, and you tend to get rather edgy when you are forced to interact with others-"

"Shut up, Fan." .: Chisano scowls darkly and rolls over, knocking the gangly creature on to the floor with a well-placed kick. :. "I wasn't forced, and before you start lecturing me, I am not acting like a little child."

.: Landing gently on all fours, Fan merely regards his 'companion' with amusement. :. "As you wish..."

[I hope you feel better soon... is there anything I can do to help? ]

((Since you're both in favor of the first, then I'll reply to the first. That way, it'll provide Chisano with entertainment and lets Mikhail not post as much because of the problems he has on hand. As for me, right now and until someone gets a divorce, I can hardly care. Sorry, but that's how life works.))

A jab of immense pain struck her stomach. And she started trembling fiercely, internally. She clenched her fist so tight that it seemed the skin around her knuckles would crack any moment. Her teeth were gritted as well. Before, she was afraid of him. Angry at him. For not informing her of his 'other' form. But everything now was replaced with loathing. The jolt of her head from being slammed against the wall earlier helped. As it made her temporarily forget about all the good times they had together. Only the ones which should have been forgotten floated around in her mind. She scowled darkly at him as she got up once again and actually stayed up with support of the wall her back was leaning on. Without warning, she threw her head up and laughed. "Well, well. I finally get to see what a ******** b*****d you really are. I'm so glad that I held a little bit of me back all this time. Waiting for you to trip. To see if you are really all that goody two shoe lover you tried to look. But of course, like all men, women are just playthings for you. Probably that woman who once used to be your wife was just another fling got out of hand. You never loved me. Go ahead. Commit suicide; like the pathetic being you are. Instead of me crawling into a hole, on behalf of all that time you spent, no, for you, it'd be wasted on me, I'll be nice enough and I'll dig your grave for you."

((And no, don't worry. Whatever goes on in my RPs, I keep them there. Everything. So I have nothing against either of you OOC.))