The Forsaken Throwdown

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Rhalen walks to a large open area by the lake.


Asmodean is there waiting for him wearing a suit of black armor.


Neither of them look happy.

[OOC: Please see backroom for details, but this is by no means, closed. Come watch the show.]

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The Combat Thread

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

As soon as he sees Rhalen begin to fall, Asmodean launches a volley of lightning bolts.

He paused waiting for the smoke to clear.

Re: The Combat Thread

[winged-defender.livejournal.com]

A flash of scarlet, off to one side of the fighters, as Peach flies down and lands in the tree nearest the battle.

"Fucking hell - shit, I wasn't ready for it this soon-"

And Peach is off again. She zips by very close behind Asmodean, close enough to for only him to hear her mutter "Good luck, tiger. The One go with you."

And she zooms off into the bar (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/5200547.html).

The Combat Thread

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean turns towards the parrot in surprise.

Big. Mistake.

The Combat Thread

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

From his hands and knees, a bloodied, and burned Rhalen throws a massive shockwave of air along the ground.

The Combat Thread

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean sees the wave too late, and only has time to turn sideways.

The bard is slammed into the ground. Pain fills his eyes as he attempts to get up.

He knows his right leg is broken.

The Combat Thread

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Rhalen walks towards Joar, but he doesn't let go of Saidin. His robe is stained. He has a rather nasty burn on the side of his formerly-beautiful face.

"...Joar. This is foolish. Stop it."

He paused.

"I can help you."

Re: The Combat Thread

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

From his place kneeling in the dirt, Asmodean spits blood. He snarls defiance.

"No quarter."

He sends a lance of air at Rhalen.

The Combat Thread

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Rhalen quickly deflects the lance. He shakes his head.

"...Does it really have to be like this?"

He reaches out at Asmodean's mind in an attempt to wipe his memory of the events of the last evening.

The Combat Thread

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean fought the mental invasion the best he could, but he was too strong, and Asmodean was too exhausted and pained to do so completely.

He knew that he had to do this, but was not exactly sure why. Again, he snarled defiance at Rhalen.

"...Betrayer..."

The Combat Thread

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Rhalen's face stiffened.

"...If it's going to be like that."

A plume of black fire shot up around Rhalen as a blizzard of black flecks filled his eyes. A crimson smoke billowed around Rhalen.

The Combat Thread

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean grimaced at the display of the True Power.

Just like at Paaran Disen, he didn't have to make it too much further.

The Combat Thread

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Rhalen held out his hand, and jets of black fire flew from his fingertips.

The Combat Thread

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Instead of burning him, the black fire of the True Power blasted him with pain beyond anything the bard had every experienced. His body felt like it was burning from the inside out.

He howled in pain, his mind on the verge of blacking out.

The Combat Thread

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

A look of sadistic pleasure twisted Rhalen's face.



The black fire from his fingertips ceased.



Rhalen walked closer to Asmodean's shuddering form, then he stretched his hand out and fired a blast of black energy at Asmodean point blank.

Asmodean's body shuddered, and lay limp.

Smiling evilly, Rhalen fired another blast.

Then another, and another.

Overtaken by a sadistic fury, Rhalen continued to pummel Asmodean's unconscious form.

The Combat Thread

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean's heart stopped beating.

The Combat Thread

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Rhalen gave an evil laugh.



He paused, and considered for a moment.



Suddenly, Rhalen realized how much of the True Power he had been using. Snarling, he spit at Asmodean's prone form.

Black fire blazes around Rhalen, and he sinks into the flames. His presence leaving the bar.

Re: The Combat Thread

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

As soon as he's gone, Michael is moving, to drop to his knees next to Asmodean.

Max is the stronger healer of the two by far, always has been. But Max isn't in the bar. And there's no time to go and find anyone else.

So Michael closes his eyes, lays a hand flat on Asmodean's chest, and pours all the strength he can muster into healing him.

The Combat Thread

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean's heart sputters to life Coughing blood for a moment, the bard resumes breathing haggardly.

Re: The Combat Thread

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael keeps the flow of power going for as long as he can, but healing was always more draining than using his other powers.

It's only a minute or so longer before, without opening his eyes again, he keels over sideways onto the grass, utterly exhausted.

Re: The Combat Thread

[oneman_onevote]

When the healer collapses, Vetinari makes his way over swiftly. He quickly checks Michael's pulse and breathing. He seems steady enough. Rather than leave him outside, he lifts the other man easily over his shoulders. He quickly carries him out of the 'battle-field' and takes him back into the bar proper.

Re: The Combat Thread

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael is awake - possibly - but has no strength left to be responsive with. There's a room key somewhere about his person, or he'll be fine just left in a booth for the night, to rest.

Re: The Combat Thread

[ineedavicodin.livejournal.com]

The doctor in him wants to do something. Anything. He moves toward the battlefield, eyes scanning, hoping to find somethng to do, some way to be helpful.

The fight itself was unlike anything he'd ever witnessed before. More amazing than any movie special effects. Only, it wasn't a movie or special effects. it was real.

"Jasin?" He questions, hoping for a reaction. He assumed the other man had been a healer, but maybe there was still something he could do to help his friend.

The Combat Thread

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean is breathing, but raggedly, and blood is trickling out of the corner of his mouth.

He bears no resemblance to conscious.

Re: The Combat Thread

[ineedavicodin.livejournal.com]

Though it's not easy or comfortable for him, House kneels down on his left knee, keeping his right leg straight and avoiding putting his weight on it. He balances himself carefully, keeping both hands free to examine Asmodean.

The pulse is weak, but steady. He's breathing, evidenced by a slight rise and fall of his chest.

He puts his hands on the man. eyes closed, trying to visualise internally. Doesn't look good.

His legs are a concern, too. The way they're bent...House doesn't need an X-ray to tell they're broken. And badly. He needs something to splint them, to straighten and keep them still, and looks around for sometihng he might use.

Tree branches? Maybe his best bet. The problem would be getting up to get them. And what to use to hold them in place?

Re: The Combat Thread

[http://users.livejournal.com/_chappy_/]

Ryan hurried over to the other man by Asmodean. His mind was still reeling from what he had seen but he'd have time to process that later.

"Do you need any help?"