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1/18/2016 9:04:40 PM
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"Together then. Very well. I'll attack the front you circle around and flank whichever is his weak side."
Meanwhile the shadow began to take on its shadowy features as it grew more pale and angry.
"This is what I was here for now I remember. Kill kill. Kill imposter, kill traitorous son!"
He drew his weapons and vanished in shadow. Akron lunged forward and swung down. The copy reappeared and locked his right blade with Akron. He raised his left and swung. Akron ducked to avoid the attack but the copy spun and kicked Akron staggering him back a step. He shadow blinked and reappeared again kicking Akron again sending him rolling on his back. The copy turned his attention to Mathius and swung.
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Matthias charged. An invisible gauntlet held off the shadows blade as he swung the blade at the man's throat. The movement agile and swift was close to a spin with the force he put into the blade. Tiberius stiffened, but stood back.
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[spoiler]writer's block acting like a muthafuka[/spoiler] He ducks under the swing and dashes behind Marhius grabbing his arm and twisting hit behind his back. He then proceeds to swing down again.
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Matthias is used to a dangerous kind of play. Tiberius had hated Matthias when they first met. How did the young boy know? Because Tiberius had tried to break every bone in his body. A sadistic hate for anyone Tiberius was asked to care for only stemmed from fear of his parents. Still. Matthias was well versed in the art of exchange, give & take. Disjointing his arm the young man turned so the downward blade passed in front of his chest. As soon as the blade was low enough Matthias shoved his own blade right at the offenders chest.
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Rather than attempting to dodge the attack he dropped his weapons and brought his hands up to catch the sword. He grabbed the edge of the weapon bringing its momentum to a halt. He slid back as the force pushed him, but he didn't yield. Blood began to drip down his hands as he let it a low and menacing laugh. With one hand he still kept hold of the blade. With the other, the blood dripping from his palm began to harden and sharpen into spikes. He made the strike but before contact was made Akron leaped back into commission and shoulder charged the assailant. They both rolled to recovery at the same time and began to engage, giving Mathius time to prepare.
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Seeing the spike form Matthias knew he needed to disengage. But his orneriness made him block with his arm and shoulder while pressing the sword to its point. Luckily Akron's action gave Matthias just the time needed to seriously think and not be brash. He popped his shoulder back to place and re-entered the fray. Despite the pain which he reissued as a powerful surge, Matthias brought the sword across in a powerful arc at the enemy. He lost no time in keeping the enemy busy at the least. Tiberius froze. Out of calculation or distress no one knew. He was good at hiding his feelings and luckily the fight was directed away from him.
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The copy noticed the swing of the blade and in the split second of seeing Mathius advance, grabbed Akron by the shoulder and swung him around putting his body into the arc of the swing. Akron's face showed a look of shock and pain as the light from the blade cut burned through his armor and flesh. It ate at his very essence. The copy then kicked Akron's body at Mathius sending Akron flying into Mathius.
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Matthias was really good at making bad decisions. As such he had learned to minimize the consequences as quickly as possible. Especially when against his bezerkish mother. The sword ate at Akron's shoulder, but Matthias managed to stop the blade in its arc. He turned it and drew it closer to himself as he caught his comrades body. "Geez with the dirty play!" Seeing the exchange Tiberius frowned. "Matthias stop fudging around!"
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He dashed in close and let off a shockwave of shadows sending them both flying back. "If you knew your father any better they'd be a lot more foul."
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Matthias braces as a shield goes up to protect him. "Dude you need to get your granny panties untwisted and freaking lighten up, sour puss. I mean seriously who goes around picking fights... I... Tiberius." The young man looks shocked. He stays silent and steps back. Tiberius looks serious. There are no games he wishes to play. Silently he draws a blade from thin air. Silver and laced with some blue elements it glistens with a dark aura. As serious and frightful as his expression was the opposite character of the sword. It was beautiful and intricately detailed with runes markings and scrollwork. One might wonder as to whether the sword was all for show or actually had some deathly consequences.
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"So you want a piece too huh light? Well come on. I'm getting sick of fighting it anyway." He turns to Mathius and looks at him with disdain. "I don't know what's been teaching you, but the son I would raised wouldn't be so stingy to avoid a fight. You are no child of mine."
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Matthias shakes his head and says under his breathe. "You don't understand... Tiberius never takes up arms." Tiberius doesn't mind the boy and the voices lessen as he focuses. He wouldn't make the first blow though. He refused to. Standing between the Memory man and Matthias and the dark character, Tiberius wonders for a second if maybe the answer to all of this was to just leave the two strangers, take Matthias and leave. But Matthias would have none of that. Not when he had the chance to learn about his father. His father. Tiberius's brow darkened. That was a man who deserved death. Past memories welled within him as he remembered a horrific scene.
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"Remember something you don't like? Me neither." He chuckles to himself and tosses one of his swords up and catches it in a juggling manner. "Lot of bad things happen around these parts, take it from me. You should have stayed wherever you came from."
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"You should pick a fight with someone who cares. Matthias go home, NOW. I'm done playing these petty games with this place. I haven't any more words for the likes of you." Matthias nods and teleports himself and the Memory Man back to where they've been living. Tiberius looks at the shadowed figure. "Honestly though, why would Oshirik let you live? He recycles his warriors like cartons of milk. I'm sure he has some convoluted purpose for the likes of you."
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"He doesn't know I exist kid, I'm not bound to deities and rules like everyone around here. Besides what about you? Last time I remembered, Lady Heather would popping around about now to break up a fight, or send you home or something like that. Unless you're hiding from her of course." He raises his arms up in questioning and shrugs his shoulders.
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"If you are so free as you insist then why are you harassing people? Why can't you just go to a pub and drink till you don't exist anymore? Hmm Lady Heather has no sway over me. Interesting that you've decided to remember that little bit."
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"No sway over you hm? I don't need memories to know how big a lie that is. Can't drink anyways, wouldn't do anything."
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"Ah you are missing out then. Still what have you made your purpose within this feigned freedom you so espouse?"
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"I'm doing what I was made and ordered to do. To go around picking fights. And quite frankly it's much more easier when they do less talking and more dying."
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"So you are just a bully? How entirely disappointing and contrary when you said you were free. Made to pick fights. Well then. I'll be sure to make sure we avoid you in the future. Carry on then."
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"You should try it sometime. To have power, it's intoxicating. Once you have it you don't want to be rid of it. Once you've changed from saving people to smashing them under your boot, you see the other side. In the world you have decided to step into morals mean nothing. What I do as a bully is mediocre to masterminds out there. I'm a pawn with no king. I suggest you go back. If I never see you again I'll be one less encounter with having to put up with meddlesome good memories."
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Tiberius nods. "To not see you again is a boon indeed." With that he disappears.
