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Rhazien snarled, as he was thrown to the ground by Soul. With the remaining stormlight he had, he lashed Soul into the air. He stood, resummoning his Athablade, and picked up Ragrell. All he had left was his allomancy. His metalminds were not useful in this situation. He had no power. Just his skill, and that was all that mattered. He raised both blades, his midnight armor forming around him.
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Er what? The monkey, the spike or Geoff?
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Rhazien growled. As he saw Soul charge him, he ducked underneath the man's strike. Placing a hand on him he transported Soul to the cognitive realm. He then turned to face Septimus. As the Drako's troops surged around him he teleported thrown them, making quick work of them, dulling their eyes with his shard blade. It seemed to Rhazien that the Aon granted him focus, but that was absurd as it was stylized and for show. Perhaps it was in his head. He would accept it anyways. He proceeded to punch Septimus in the face with a pair of spiked brass knuckles made from Atha.
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*Holds up a silver spike* I can introduce him to this if you'd like
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Rhazien blasted his opponents with a powerful blast of fear, a combination of Soothing and Rioting. Dampening every other emotion and increasing their fear. The rubble around him began to levitation again as he sucked up the rest of his stormlight, infusing the ground. He dismissed his shardplate which was now useless and summoned Atha. He pulled Ragrell from its sheath upon his back. The Aon, Ela began to glow white on his shoulder. This surprised him as he though the tattoo could not access the Dor, Perhaps it was something else. He didn't have time to dwell on it. With his cape blowing in the wind he charged the men in front of him. He sent a mental plea to the void to lend him the strength of the Thrill to aid him in his battle.
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Rhazien was tired of being treated as if he were nothing but a new recruit in battle. He knew more about combat than he left on. He forced much of his stormlight into the ground, quarter lashing everything up and then some. Just so that they would float into the air enough to break more than one bone on the way down. "I said I don't have time to deal with you." He growled. He picked his way through the floating rubble and out onto the street. He proceeded to go over his list. With all the trouble of getting an Aviar, he would postpone the endeavor until later. He instead would find more ways to access the Dor. Preferably by becoming a Dakhor Monk, first.
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Challenge of Champions: Riathor V Nei'an
Lord Meeker replied to Gancho Libre's topic in The Alleyverse
I will get back to you on that later today. -
I vote for Itiah for reasons that I do not want to reveal right now.
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Just like you, @Gancho Libre , soon. @Jehoiada your oath is accepted.
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That is so true!
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RIP. You can always join us.
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Rhazien sighed. "Okay. You can stop attempting to beat the crap out of my illusion." Rhazien lowered the illusion surrounding them all. In his hand, he held an unornamented blade. A Honorblade, Pailiah's blade to be exact, which gave him the ability of healing and illusions. An amused smile played on his face. "Before I disbanded the Ghostbloods I took everything powerful and useful and hid them. All the Honorblades, the sentient blades, the Dawnshards, you get the picture. I did however hold on to this one." Rhaizen said. "As I said before. You are beneath me, I do not have time for you."
