LopenTheTwoArmedHerdazian

Cuthbert quickly threw up an Aon Edo shield, simultaneously carving a triple barrier of Aon Edo shields around his opponent with silvery light. He then quickly sketched out an Aon Kii with the appropriate modifiers. He could see by Rashan's face that the pain was beginning to kick in.

Cuthbert looked in the direction of his opponent, his face a mix of non chalant and bored. When people attack with passion, they make mistakes. He quickly sidestepped his opponent, and put a foot out to trip him up. While doing so he pulled both his swords from their scabbards with superhuman speeds, thrusting Ehe Aeokii at his opponents heart, while he directed Daaate at Rashan’s gut.

Cuthbert looked around with a dazed look on his face, taking a swig from a flask hanging off from one of his holsters. 'Let's see... Let's try a bit of this, shall we?' Cuthbert quickly started charting some symbols in the air, matter itself separating from his touch. He quickly started modifying an Aon, and when he was done, looked at his opponent awaiting their doom. Instead of the flood he expected a few raindrops fell from the sky. 'Merciful Domi...' he sighed, facepalming.

Cuthbert eyed his opponent. He could have used some of his mentor’s patented cookies for a bit of encouragement, but that wouldn’t matter. Before the battle began he noticed that this guy was a Steelrunner. Looks like he would really need his brother nearby during this battle. He stabbed his chest with his brother’s soul, after which he smiled. His brother loved to crack jokes, and the cold hand of death hadn’t put an end to that. His brother had always been able to construct a perfect pun, a side affect of reading so much. He had always joked that he had to read enough for both of them. Cuthbert's raucous laughter was often off putting to others, since the apparent lack of a trigger for this led others to think that he was insane. Maybe they were right. The voices in his head disagreed, although that may be because they wanted to be wielded, and a madman can’t wield swords. "Let’s get this party started!” He screamed, quickly throwing up an Aon Edo shield around him.

I'm fairly busy over the next few days, but I'll try to squeeze it in somewhere.

An art cannot be inherently evil. Its users are those who can be good or evil.

Well not necessarily steal. We sometimes bestow loyalty with a spike.

Well as we all know Thyamine is way too pretentious.

Name: Cuthbert Investure: AonDor Weapons: Has had two type 4 Awakened blades (one of them also has some other corrupted Investiture) bestowed to him by two separate guild leaders, which he dual wields, and Aonic bullets that he created. Appearance: Elantrian Weaknesses: Dyslexia (which sure helps him burn down his house every time he tries to light a candle with AonDor), and a deep love of waffles. Special skills: Has friends. Backstory: Learned worldhopping from a gentleman hemallurgist who helped him slightly with his dyslexia and taught him that breakfast food is excellent. From there he obtained a single spike that holds the soul of his brother, which he took when he was not able to save his brother’s body but they were so close that they couldn’t part. Please say if this is too OP or if you think a deep love of waffles isn’t a weakness.

I’m back. I must apologise for my previous outburst. I am ready to lay down life and sword for this guild.

Who gave you the 30 silver pieces you rusting cremling?! Your peaceful organisation is about to find out why no one ever messed with a member of the DA and won. *Knell sounds*. Your death is near.

(If this was possible Edo would be an invalid shield). ‘You have to give the shield a lack of energy a.k.a. drawing energy from it.’

Sadly not. Although one of the ways to do it involves Investiture.

‘Come on, you’re my opponent. I can’t just give you all the answers.’

‘By exerting negative force.’

‘That is not a wise move,’ Lopez remarked, sipping his tea. ‘If what we’ve established is correct then how would you weaken the shield?’

‘So it gains power the more force you apply to it.’

Think of why it is strong and you will find why it is weak.

‘It won’t.’ Lopen created a box out of Aon Edos around him and made some tea. ‘I’ll get back to you when you figure out the flaw with Aon Edo.’

It’s not extra punishment. It’s simply what would happen if we follow this rule, since they are dead for a week.

Then they all woke up. They realised something. Lopen was no God. They’d been asleep the whole time. Nohadon and Lopen stood up, ready to do battle, while Mac was still drooling and clutching his teddy bear. ‘Real duel this time? @MacThorstenson wake up! We’ll leave for Sel as soon as I get some AlloZeltser for that hangover. How much did we celebrate my, in your words, ‘guaranteed victory’? Please don’t tell me I drank any of that Ashynshine...’

‘Nope. He wouldn’t have stopped smacking his head if he was alive.’

‘It’s fine. I’ll send someone next week to clean up the blood. Sorry about the shoes.’

‘That’s funny. I thought you’d learned not to use homing against me. Take this.’ He took the Soulspike that contained a Lopen he’d been crafting for months to apply to Nohadon and threw it. His spike flew true and went straight through Nohadon’s eye, giving him an opening. He inserted a lerasium spike after removing one of the spikes that gave him thousands of breaths into his heart and downed a huge vial containing all 16 metals. With a duralumin enhanced soothing he brought ‘Lopen’ under his command, and told him to kill himself. The mental response was your wish is my command, followed by a sickening thud as ‘Lopen’ smacked his head several times against the nearby wall until the body stopped moving. He opened a gateway to a pocket dimension he had created where he placed the body, before wiping the dimension from existence. (Body disposal so doesn’t break fight rules). ‘Can you give us a lift back up now Mac?’