Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith

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A brief momt of silce followed the wall break that st the two Territorial Lords out of the hall to continue their battle in the Estate courtyards.

Amira's mouth was gapped at her Lord's evidt disadvantage. She lost herself, lost her focus, and forgot she was supposed to be stabbing her sword into the stunned Stygian Captain beath her.

The Stygian Captain's eyes cleared, her strgth obeyed her commands and her muscles moved smoothly as she tighted her grip on her weapon and swung it at Amira's neck.

Contact was definite.

By the time Amira's eyes wided in shock at the danger that approached, it was already too late and the most she could do was lock her muscles in the start of a move she would never get the chance to complete.

*Clang!*

"Mmphh," the Stygian Captain let out a surprised sound as her sword was parried with ease. The strgth that wielded the weapon used to parry hers was so much stronger than hers that she was left to experice the reverberating repercussions all on her own.

Her nerve dings were affected and as she shook, looking like she was on the brink of a spasm, a kick swung and connected to the back of her head, stunning her and knocking her right out.

Surprised by the intervtion that had undoubtedly saved her life, Amira raised a hand to press against her neck. She felt where it connected to her head and her wide-eyed expression was a clear indicator of her appreciation for still having that connection intact.

She raised her head to look at her savior only to feel a tug on the back of her uniform as she was pulled to her feet with her eyes on Yvette's.

"Thank you, My Lady," she said with guine gratitude of one whose journey to the afterlife had appeared certain mere seconds ago.

"Don't just stand a," Yvette said with an almost nonchalant wave of her hand, "Get back to it."

Amira bowed,

"Yes, My lady," she said, and with a step over the downed Stygian Captain on the g, she got right back into the ongoing battle in the hall.

Her colleagues needed her.

Ev with the involvemt of capable Larnak relatives, they remained outnumbered and outfought.

Meanwhile, Yvette no longer paid atttion to the combat happing behind her. In fact, she stepped away from it all toward the hole in the wall and she looked out of it at the ongoing battle betwe her husband and her Lover's father.

Anyone who managed to spare their atttion to observe her would have se her eyes were intse and would have mistak that as concern for her husband's well-being.

Wh Herbert was getting trampled on the g, Yvette walked out through the hole but before she could really get close to the battle, a ruckus pulled her atttion toward the wide op Estate Gates many feet away.

The Ran forces were already too much to handle. Adding in the Stygians was an immediate observable overkill. Driv by the pressure of the foes they faced and with their paths blocked from making a breakaway into the Larnak Territory at large, the Larnak Knights pulled inward. Their numbers spilling into the Estate gs.

But of course, their emies kept pressing.

*Crack!*

The sounds of bones fracturing came from the battle betwe Herbert Larnak and Averill Stygian after a powerful *GONG!* attack but Yvette hardly paid it any heed. Her eyes instead surveyed the battling forces who more and more spread within the Estate like she wished to catch a glimpse of a certain Grey-haired Wraith.

She didn't.

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-Outside the Estate Gs-

Daria's desire to find Evian hinged on making sure he was safe and wh she realized he was, at least for now, she stayed well away from the battles- The clashing of weapons, and the excessive spilling of blood that was exclusively to the detrimt of the Larnak forces.

The Witch had no interest in getting involved beyond the level she already had before today. Her presce was not needed and she was fine with that. In fact, knowing he was safe, it was much more tertaining watching Evian in his elemt, his eyes wide as his pupils moved from side to side, quickly picking out his targets, parrying away strikes, and creating opings to attack.

Third Order Knights were hardly a challge. Ev without the use of Wraithic Phasing, being a Condemned Wraith put him closer to the strgth of a Fourth Order Knight than any one of the cannon fodder that sured him.

In actuality, Evian's atttion was actually more focused on the battle betwe Gillert and Donan as well as the battles betwe the Four Ran Captains and the Larnak Captains they fought against. Whichever situation he could take advantage of first was key.

'Assistant, Update!'

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[Decadce: Condemned Wraith {00/900 Soul Points}]

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'Increase My Decadce.'

[Very well.]

Evian ignored the increase in his attributes or the increased potcy of his Eldritch ergy and rather kept his eyes on the scre before him.

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[Decadce: Abhort Wraith {0/00 Soul Points}]

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'So close, I can almost taste it,' he thought while his eyes roamed the targets he hoped to poach and he began to mumble,

"Just ough... It will be just ough."

*BAM!*

Whatever musings Evian was starting to lose himself in, he was pulled out of it wh Donan's leg made such heavy contact with Gillert's body, that it st him flying many feet away.

The Spear-wielding Captain pursued, and by the time Gillert's feet landed back on the g and he was compelled to his knees by the force behind his landing, a Spearhead came charging at him.

*Clang*

Despite his hampered stance, Gillert still managed to parry and as the Spear spun away from his face, he tsed his knees, transforming his weak stance into an aggressively charging one. He closed the distance but ev as his sword swished through the air, before there could be contact, Donan grabbed his wrist, pulling it to the side before delivering a headbutt.

*Bang!*

Gillert let the force behind the attack push him back as he found space to be a valuable resource to use to regroup and properly analyze his oppont. It was the second time he had ever faced the Spear-Wielding Captain and Gillert still felt outclassed.

The Headbutt caused separation but before Gillert could ev use that separation as he would have wished, Donan's hand closed a his neck.

"Ack,"

With eyes wide at the constriction of his windpipes, Gillert raised his sword to make a wide swing with contact assured, Alas, he suddly found his arms bound to his side.

'Enchanted Bounds!' he realized.

He was right.

Strips of bounds etched with magical symbols wrapped tight a him and made any sort of movemt, besides the use of his eyes, impossible.

"It's over for you!" Donan said with a malicious sneer, before slamming Gillert into the g with great impact. He tried to follow up immediately with a Spear stab, but Evian interved with his Whiron Spear spell.

Five of the Barbed weapons conjured purely out of Eldritch ergy charged at Donan and while he dismissed them properly with no harm to himself whatsoever, he took his eyes off trapped Gillert long ough to not notice as a magical Dagger spell made of Spiritual ergy flew over and cut through the Enchanted bounds that kept him stiff as a board.

*BAM!*

Immediately he was free, Gillert raised his leg, packed every bit of strgth he possessed into a hard kick, and delivered it to the Captain's groin.

Donan's eyes bugged out, almost like they were close to falling out of his sockets as his grip on his Spear loosed just so he could place both his hands over his cracked balls as he was dealt the worst pain any man could experice.

Clearly, he did not possess balls of steel. Or if he did, the kick of a Knight in his Order was his weakness.

His yell of pain was expected...

"ARRGGHHH- ACKK!"

... But Evian did not let it ring out for too long as he took such a wonderful opportunity prested to him to stab his Spear into the Captain's op mouth.

The Spearhead stabbed out the back of Donan's head but he continued to breathe, his hands still holding on to his busted balls as though that was still the greatest pain he was expericing at the momt.

Evian was very aware of his surings. He saw the delight in Gillert's eyes mixed with a disappointmt that he didn't deliver the killing blow and he(Evian) feared that if he did not finish off the job, his desired Soul points might get ripped from his hands.

In his head, he ticked off the seconds and the momt the Cooldown of the [Whiro's Barbed Spear] spell ded, he summoned two and had them stab through Donan's stomach simultaneously.

The Spears let loose their torturous feel but apart from low trembled groans, Donan could not make any cohert stces or particularly loud yells. His head was too punctured for that.

Wh his hands finally fell away from his balls and flopped to the side, his death was confirmed.

Evian pulled out his Spear and since technically, his Whiro Spears delivered the final 'kill' of sorts, the spells fed him Donan's soul directly as they dispersed into Eldritch mist.

As his Soul Point count ticked up by a hefty sum, Evian raised his head to look over at Daria standing a few feet away.

"Thank you," he told her with a charming smile.

Donan might not have se but Evian had and he knew the dagger that freed Gillert came from her.

Daria glowed, as she gave a jesting graceful bow,

"You're Welcome."

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