Dexter sighed (Anymore bright ideas) "We could always side with Athalia." (You really would be willing to betray them) "Yeah but ain't joining that thing either way." He said pointing at Athalia. But Felix is the one who fired the attack this time. Dexter wasn't even paying attention. A blast of flames shot from his finger tip at Athalia.
"Insolent..." These were the words coming from Atahlia's mouth... while with one finger it stopped Dexter's flame... Then the whips wrapped around its arm.... and without effort... they ripped off the arm of the man.... in such a gruesome way, with no delicacy at all. Crimson flowed from the wound. After that Atahlia raised it's leg and kicked Dexter on its gut.. with such strenght that he broke through the wall... broke through the trees outside... fell from the plateau, fell through the 1 km of height.. and end incrusted into the ground.... And only to appear anew in the room... from the one he wasn't allowed to escape.
Jaharra yelled, slashing at the objects as they came at her, lightning forking off of the metalic ones and incinerating them as she charged at Athalia. "Swords of the Ancients, hear my plea/ turn this nonsense back to what it would first be/ hear my song/ warrior race/ hear the cry coming from the one who will prolong!" she screamed, her blades glowing as she whipped them around, aiming for Athalia's throat and stomach. Thunder boomed outside and Jaharra thought she could feel someone else moving as if they were half-in-half out of her, and she was flooded with memories of her brother. "Ligthning Dancer!" she screamed again, turning to slash and hack at Mytahlia, Koth's words ringing in her ears: Let me see your true strength sister...
It doesn't matter Smith drank as each revelation of everyone's part in its destruction of Scion its rebirth and who exactly they have been up against. From every word spoken from Mytahlia he felt the tensions of the people around him grow as more of Nadeem is laid bare. To that he only kept to himself and the drink itself felt like it was refilling itself from each time he took a sip from the glass. When Mytahilia got to how he was effected by Nadeems actions he was silent. He hadn't realized it till now but even now he doesn't remember specific things in own life, the days when he was just living a normal life. He spoke of a family he had lost but he couldn't remember any one of there names. Geo's takes another sip, as the talk of fiction came and how everyone is just character in a story written by Mytahilia to thought he just laughed to himself about how some absurd it may be. This world may be a work of fiction and everything that he might of thought he fought and lived for were only outlines written for him to act out. With the world renewed and the concept of fiction itself present in a world of fiction. He is not are true god no he himself Atahlia is a character of fiction created by another higher being the concept itself is just that a concept. He takes a hold of his drink as the table and chairs fly towards there targets, Geos only steps aside and doesn't involve himself in the battle as they needed to figure things out on there own.
Atahlia just lifted a finger... as a consequence the body of Jaharra was pulled back as if it were to be a dog tied by a chain. "Since when did I said that you were allowed to lie a finger into my dear children woman??" Asked Atahlia. "You know? is one of the wonders of fiction... Certain characters can perform acts that normally wouldn't do, just pressed by the memories in their mind..." Suddenly the tendrils of the black wings aligned in front of Jaharra... "How far can that illusion of determination reach woman?"... Then the tendrils instead of propelling themselves against Jaharra, each one fired something similar to a laser, but of an unknown color. Atahlia attacks Jaharra with Black Wing's lasers (Nero Medium)
Jaharra struggled against Athalia's power, but stiffened as the wings enfolded her. Not knowing what happened until the lasers were fired, Jaharra yowled and turned her blades just enough to make the lasers glance off of them, suffering only a burn to the side of her neck when she tilted it to avoid the one laser directed at her head. Her body quivered violently as doubt surfaced. He was so strong . . . No, Jaharra growled and shoved hard against the power holding her in place, her hair turning into a ragged mane as the electricity in her body climaxed. Her blood-red eyes turned feral yellow as the other half of her took control, and fangs sprang out from her jaws as she roared, her blades changing into hooks as she pushed harder and harder, her muscles straining against Athalia's will. I will not be broken! she thought grimly. Jaharra blocks the lasers using her blades (infused with defensive spells), scattering them in random directions.
"Hehehe...hehehe.... what's the purpose of all this battle... does it have a meaning at all??" Whispered Nadeem to herself.... She hadn't move from her place since she pierced her own eyes, neither reacted to other's aids "I'm filthy.... my existence is filthy.... but does it matter at all?... I'm not even real.... just a measure of entertainment..... even my words now are probably manipulated by other's will....." She closed her mutilated eyes as much as it was possible... and between the blood a tear fell.... Just let me rest.... nothing else matter... And then her body slowly started to dissapear.... After all itself denied it own existence.... No one realized this though, not even herself. However it was just a partial dissapearance. Her body returned to normal as soon as Atahlia spoke. "Woman... Jaharra.... can you explain why do you show no hatred for that girl who ruined your life?" And a little glint of hope formed inside the existence of Nadeem.
It was now Anie struck, She took some damage from having her move fail and being pelted by the household objects. But she simply healed the damage, Then went reverse mode. Flying forward she fired draining pulse, a move that dealt damage while healing her. She aimed it at his head.
"I recognize a confused mind just looking at the face of the person" Said Mytahlia, while resting her head over Geos's shoulder from behind of him, whispering to his ear. "I understand it though... mortals aren't prepared for revelations. They're mind are too unstable to comprehend them..." The tongue of the snake whispered once more on his ear... "So... tell me.... do you have now a motivation to continue existing?...."
(Wha-what?) "Dexter you need to remain calm." (Calm why? What happ- MY FUCKING ARM!) "Please its healing slowly. I took over so you wouldn't have to deal with the pain." Felix stood up (Where the hell are we?) "Seems Athalia trapped us in this room." Felix sighed but then let out a small groan as his ribs started to mend. (How do we get out?) Felix examined the place. He didn't know how to teleport. So their best bet was to blast their way out. Athalia did say they couldn't leave. But stranger things have happened. Felix began putting all his power into his palms. He viciously lashed out with focused ice and fire at the wall hoping to break through and go aide his allies.
"Why don't i hate her?" Jaharra said lowly, then a slight smile appeared on her features. One filled with understanding. "Because she did all of it to help her brother -just like mine did to help me. How can i blame someone who did all those things to help the person they loved?" Jaharra stopped resisting the force of Athalia, dropping her swords and hanging in place. "How can i blame someone who only wanted to make another happy -to keep them innocent? My brother did all of that just like Nadeem did, and if he hadn't died he might be the one standing here instead of me... while i hid in safety like Kairo."
Smith ignores Mytahlia's question and takes large gulp of the wine from the wine glass before gently allowing it to fall from his hand suddenly he turns slightly and grabs a hold of Mytahlia by her neck with his hand lifts her whole body with enough force to do so but not enough to harm her. "Do not confuse my actions now to what I may do later. I am determined to fine the end of this story be it mine or this tale" Geo's reply's sternly. Lightly putting a little pressure on her neck but not enough to choke her or even to harm her. " All this did is confirm and open up a whole lot of possibilities for me, not only that but to better understand the rules and laws of this world" Geo's looks straight into Mytahlia's eyes " Your rule is the only thing keeping you alive but now I know how it works and this little encounter proved it so, There are worse things to happen to people then death and even harm I will find them and I will end you.." with these words Geos loosens his grip and Mytahlia falls back on her feet. Geo's starts walking away from Mytahlia in no particular direction but away from the battle he slightly turns his head and reply's to Mytahlias question "And to answer your first question, I will continue with these resolutions"
For Atahlia his act was an insolence .... Such act should had never happened Thus Atahlia entered into contact with the force that moves fiction. A force that only it can comprehend... The force of Narration. An then twisted it. A final touch. For Smith those acts would be a natural success... He would never realize that Atahlia just rewrote the narration. Still Atahlia had to punish his act. "Why don't you understand?.... You could just had assumed that your role ended Geos..." This time, what Atahlia did was to literally bend the fiction on that place... First... surrounded Smith with an invicible cage... a cage of gravity force... The gravity always rejecting those from the inside... thus making impossible for Smith to left the cage as he would be naturally repelled. Second... erasing the fictional air that was inside the cage... cutting Smith's oxygen.
"mmmph?" While trapping Smith... Atahlia felt an energy over its head... "Ha... Anie... do you realize that my existence is infinite.... do you think you can end it via draining it?... With an eternity you wouldn't even reach a 0,00000000000001% of it. I can see that a drip was enough to restaure your wounds though..." Suddenly Atahlia sended a psychic pulse against Anie... yet different than Valanthia's one... "I hate to do this...no.. I don't, only a part fo me hate it.... Here... taste the revival of your own miserable past in your mind.." And then he forced the mind of Anie to remember her past as clearly as it was possible for her brain and soul.
Felix found his way around Athalia. (Fuck em up!) "Indeed." He stated flatly. Felix flung 4 blazing fire balls at the back of Athalia. But he wasn't finished he ran with his flaming attack and he moved at blinding speed and attempted to stab Athalia in the chest with his blade.
Alexis Upon hearing Nadeem's story, Alexis was stunned. Subconciously, she reached her arm back and rubbed her shoulder where, unbeknownst to her, a barcode was tattooed into her skin. The few memories that had arisen since she had awoken - the wires and tubes jammed into her, the fire, doctors cutting her open - were all flashes of a life that Nadeem had caused for her. Alexis choked down a tear; this couldn't be right! But then, she heard it, that Mythalia had written their stories, that she had made them with such twisted backgrounds. It was her fault, not Nadeem's, and it was even more the fault of the being before them, Atahlia. She had given them existence, she had inflicted this upon them. It was all . . . her . . . fault. As the cataclysmic event began to unravel around her, Alexis shut her eyes tight and clutched her head, another memory revealing itself to her. She was on an operating table, with her arms and legs strapped to a table. Before her, two scientists argued (she was unable to recall their exact words), while they operated on her. One would take a scalpel and cut out muscles and organs, removing them from Alexis' chest, while the other would replace them with new ones, sewing the replacements in with a needle and thread. Alexis tried to scream, but could not, strong sedatives coursing through her body. She could make out a small portion of what the doctors said, that human #12 was too fragile, and that they should have used codon #356-4B instead of #425-5F, during incubation. Alexis didn't understand what they meant, but inside, she knew that they were talking about her. Alexis awoke, laying on the ground as everyone struggled against Atahlia. She slowly got to her feet, shaking with rage and disbelief. "It's your fault," she hissed at Atahlia, "Whatever happened to me, these faint recollections of a past that Mythalia created, a past that I didn't want, is all . . . Your . . . FAULT!!!" Alexis let out an ear-splitting scream as she entered reverse mode, letting her subconscious take over. Immediately, Subcon Aid (major) readied its spears as Alexis charged at Atahlia. Alexis attacks Atahlia using Subcon Aid (major). (Bianco, strong)
Consequences of opposition A sound of flesh being cut.... Atahlia was for the first time injured by one attack. As it was focused on Smith, Anie.. and to avoid Dexter's attack... it never realized the spear threw at his back From the wound... blood started to flow.... divine blood... no more than divine, the blood of fiction itself.. It was red.... however it wasn't a dark red... but a shining one that blinded those who saw it. "Surprised that even the fiction can bleed?.... " said Atahlia calmly "It's not so rare... thinks on how many fictional beings and mimics of reality had the capacity to bleed...." With an scorching sound... the spear slowly started to burn.... no more likely desintegrate. At the same moment the small wound closed by itself... Pointing that all their efforts were useless. "You waste your time opposing me... you cannot defeat me... you are part of me. Is as if an small trail of hair were wishing to kill its owner... Absurd!!!!.... But I must congratulate you.... your effort is to create an imposibility... precisely what fiction is... a harbringer of imposibilities..." He quickly turned and send a massive wave of energy of an unknown color against Alexis. An unknown color... No property.. No existence.. No construct... That was the kind of energy that Atahlia sended against Alexis... However because of this was deadly. Because it was uncomprehensible... and paradoxical itself. "Wanna hear something interesting yet obvious?... If I... the fiction were to cease to exist.... then it will mean that all fiction will cease to exists.... Trying to kill me is the equivalent to attempt a suicide.... no, more than a suicide... a complete erasement... Your existence would be removed from any script... to the point that it will be the same as if you never existed to begin with..." Atahlia attacks Alexis with Fictional Warping (Medium Nero).... Due to its uncomprehensible nature, it cannot be contrarrested
(Keep attacking!) Felix slashed at Athalia's stomach as it was busy with Alexis. His right hand held the sword tightly as he continued attacking the fiction. With what was left of his left hand he made two fire balls appear and fired upward at Athalia's face. Both Dexter and Felix were hoping their attacks would have some effect.
Alexis Atahlia's attack tore into Alexis, ripping her asunder. Late gashes opened all along her body, revealing patchwork muscles and various wires and tubes within her. Alexis was thrown backward, blood and a strange purple liquid gushing from her body. She tried to scream, but instead spat up blood, for her ribs had cracked from that single attack, and one of her lungs was now filled completely with blood.
Using only its index and thumb Atahlia easily caught Dexter's blade. Then the fireballs reached its face... without doing any damage to it. "The man with the two existences.... when one fall the other continues... then the one that fell recovers on the meanwhile.... A true fearsome enemy.." The mind of Dexter was impacted then... a psychic pulse came from Atahlia... however it didn't send one... but two. One to impact Dexter's mind... one to impact Felix's mind...
"Blood-Rage!" Jaharra bellowed and flung herself in front of Dexter, swords crossed over her chest to cause the Psychic wave to bounce right off of them, causing the runes forged into the blades to protect them form any damage to glow brightly. "You will die here, Athalia. You and all your hell-spawn!" Jaharra screamed, lightning crackling over her arms as she launched herself at him. "Hunter's Prime!" she yowled as she went reverse, immediately dissapearing into a fog of darkness, blood-red eyes glinting as the beast took over. She snapped her fangs, blood flowing from her gums where her razor teeth had sprang. Her eyes had gone feral, and she was no longer a human -though she may look like one- she was the embodiment of all her rage and anger. Her sorrow and her pain. Leaping at Athalia from his right from the darkness, Jaharra swung for his head.
Still with the sword of Dexter caught between its index finger and thumb Atahlia was covered by smoke. A surprise attack from Jaharra... however. Atahlia swinged the whole body of Dexter that was still firmly grabbed into the sword, and with that body impacted Jaharra, pushing her and thus making her miss her attack. "Fragments.... do you realize that this fiction's script had already been pre-written?.... There are a number of posibilities beyond number... and in all of those you cannot defeat me................"
Jaharra grunted and shoved Dexter off of her, crouching and glaring at Athalia. "Yeah, then why don't you kill us? Why do you do this?" she growled. "I'd rather die than become some kind of mindless servant for you! I'd sooner slit my own throat!"
"It would be easy for me to remove you from existence and just put your concept into the vessel....... " "Still I don't find an adequate reason for that. You don't represent a threat at all. Besides you aren't neither useful as servants... you could just live as the fictions you are..." "Tell me... do you have a true motivation to cease to exist?"
Jaharra stilled, quivering as something similar to fear rose up in her. Monster . . . he has absolutely no sense of right and wrong . . . "If it comes down to it, i would kill myself just to go back to my brother." she said coldly, her eyes showing that she meant it.
