Anara smirked. The man was strong, but a Werewolf's strength, coupled with this scenrio, made her plan of attack obvious to her. Anara broke her knee up into the man's groin, hard.

Konrad left the room in silence, his use ended. He went outside and to the walls, sighing inwardly as he watched the struggle between the ever powerful mage and the ansei. He could see why Jonacin had chosen Serene, she was a caring person overall. And, Konrad suspected, her beauty was hard to rival for others her own age. All she needed now was for the soldier to get himself killed. He willed Jonacin on.

"Yeah, I did." Sel asnwered Serene. "Maybe we should leave this stranger to get mauled by Anara?" he asked with a smirk. Making an attempt at humor and hinting at the fact that he wanted to speak with Serene alone at the same time.

Mage

Arcyakt blocked a few of the attacks and dodge the others, even though most couldn't go through the shield if he stood there and let them hit.

He cast a poison spell at Jonacin and backed off, causing a slight pause in the constant battling.

The man stumbled back before collapsing to his knee, his face one of contorted pain. However, his hood stayed on.

After several moments he stood up shakily.

Instead of drawing his sword, he glanced at Sel.

"Mauled, I highly doubt it. I haven't even harmed her and her eyes are bleeding."

Sure enough, Anaras eyes were dripping blood. Looking closely at the mans gloved hand, you could see his fingers twitch a little.

Jonacin grunted and fell to one knee as the poison spell struck him. He gasped as he felt the spell sapping his health, but he refused to be defeated by such a cowardly attack. He forced himself to his feet once more and advanced one Arcyatk. "Even if your spell lasts long enough to kill me, I'll see you dead before it does mage" he rasped through clenched teeth, before charging to the attack once more

Anarahadn't waited fort he man to recover, by the time he had made his annoucement seen had reached him, and by the time his hand twitched she had drawn back his arm. The next secound, however, found the man being driven into the floor like a tent-spike by a brutal punch.

Serene took Sels hand for a moment and asked him to follow her....They went to a small room downstairs and she closed the door behind them.

"Now then my friend..what is bothering you?"

There would have been a loud groan of pain, if the man had remained there.

However, he was standing behind Anara.

"Teleportation is a grand spell, isn't it." He said, smirking this time.



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Arcyakt smiled. "You are weakening. Whatever small chance you had of beating me is now gone." he said, not out of cockiness(maybe a little) but out of sheer honesty. He pulsed the shield once more, knocking Jonacin back again.

OOC: HINT: I gave you a perfect weakness.



"About what you said earlier...how could you possibly know that?" he asked.

Jonacin was again pushed backwards, but this time he managed to stay on his feet. He shook his head to clear the dizziness the poison was causing, and saw that Arcyatk no longer had a shield, the pulses must have made it too unstable. "Time to sheathe the sword" he whispered. With a scream that was part rage and part agony, he charged Arcyatk and swung his sword in a massive overhead blow that would be impossible to block

OOC: excuse me was it about Celia was in love with Sel or what exactly do you mean...hmm my memory is good but short i´m afraid!

OOC:you gots it.

The end is near *sniff*

OOC: Dantrag, it's up to you what happens to Arcyatk from my last post

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Anara spun grabbing the man's wrist, digging her claws into his flesh, and pulled a amulet from her neck. "Paralyze is better," she stated as the amulet flared, and the man ceased to move.

"Once this wears off, I suggest you get lost. I won't be so merciful. Some servant of the nine you are. You have none of Mara's love and compassion, none of Stendarr's mercy, nor Julianos' Wisdom."

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The amulet blew into pieces, striking Anara in the face.

He was mobile again, ignoring the pain in his wrists.

The hooded man did not have a retalitory remark to what Anara said, but he did frown.

"I am no servant. I am a represenative."

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Mage

Arcyakt quickly teleported himself back to his extra-dimensional castle, just in time to avoid the blow. He purposefully left the portal open so that Jonacin could walk through.

A voice echoed through the black tunnel, it obviously belonged to Arcyakt.

Come join me... it called, tauntingly.

Serene looked at Sel......

"ah you really did not see did you? That young altmer-girl has been fond o you ever since we climbed that mountain..or even before that!....but she´s just 17 and not so experienced with men..."

"Then she grew even more fond of you as time passed......now she loves you Selinius...but she is not familiar with that feeling....YOU have to guide her, help er..but then again....you are young as well.....

I suggest that if you really want her....go to her, spend time with her...laugh with her,, then time will work for you

Oh yes I could cast a spell on you that would make you irresistible....but don´t you wanna do this on your own? without help?


Serene gently stroke Sel´s chin.......

"You can always come to me you know...if you want to talk to someone"

Jonacin took the brief moment to down a healing potion, and stepped through the black portal, his blade at the ready

"Your representation is incorrect and vile," Anara snarled, she still had her claws dug into the man's wrist. All it took was a forceful squeeze and with a snap, the man's wrist broke, disabling the hand. "Stendarr would be gravely disapointed, as would Mara."

OOC: Selinius?

Sel listened, but didn't say anything about how wrong using a spell like that seemed...

"Right." was all he said before he got up and walked back into the common area.