The Cursed Ones

Ooc: lol, nice to meet you/your OC, too, La Sofa :P

Bic: "Or so you say. It matters not." Sessamaru dared to say, the runes upon his god-slaying blade glowing an ominous violet. "You are, after all, a coward, Omega."

 

Teshoni watched what was going on. He was a good fighter, but he didn't watch to get involed. And jumped over behind something. And looked over examineing over what was going on.

 

"How sad. This Plane of Existance is much younger than my old one. I am, as you can say, older. My race. Older. You. A child." He cackled, enjoying this game. "If I strike you, with this blade, you will die... Permanantly. No god, no angel, no demon, nor any mortal, can exist once this blade pierces flesh. Gods are NOT immortal." He spoke, revealing an absolute truth. "They use fear as a way to survive. Their lifespans limitless. Tell me, can you live if slain with a God-slaying blade?" He asked rheutorically.

 

Sessamaru shook his head. This fool did not yet understand. "If you think you're more powerful than me, then strike me here. Or I chase after Exel and restrain him. You have a choice. Strike, or lose the chance of a life time. Creators. You do not understand. You will never accept the knowledge that I have gain. Strike, or lose. Your choice. No alternative. Now." Sessamaru spoke patiently, his eyes piercing the very fiber of Omega. The wind began raging around him.

It's still maturing... This might work if I can stall him more. Or, end him quickly if he strikes. Either way, I need this fool out of my way.

 

Sessamaru flicked a finger, sending a windblade at Omega's back. "The innocent will just have to wait until I get rid of a bigger disease."

 

Teshoni took out his sword for protection. He was thinking about coming in, but not yet. He turned into snake form. And was waiting for the right time to jump in, mayybe until one of them were dead, or the battle was over. He wasn't sure, he still watched, but in battle stance also.

 

"Or so you say." He replied, seeing the blood dribbling down the entity's back. "A windblade... Ever so powerful, that it could cut through diamond and the very suns themselves... Not even a god can rid themselves of such a nuisance." He flicked another finger. "The power you say is my 'true potential' is only the maturing state of my transformation. It's near the Daetus stage. If you even know what that is."

 

A smrik spread across his face. "You know nothing of Dhar'khania, nothing of the Rheuric Gods. And yet, you never knew of this blade, Shadowbane, that was forged in this very plane, made to destroy the malevolent god who slayed countless others. You're own demise... Is to be slain by this very sword, fused with my God-Made Blade, a crystal sword. In a myriad of colours within the spectrum, you are no more than a mere speck of dirt upon the foot of my gods... no... of mine. You think you're all knowing? Then please, show me. Show me your omniscient eyes, show me your omnipotential being. If not, then I'll slay you. Right here. Right now." He threatened, his arched brows narrowing. His black wings creaked. A tail came forth, a flame at its tip. "Show me, O' Great Omega. Show me this sacrilege. Believe me. You're nothing..."

 

OOC: I feel so small now... :p guys, remember the rules: no god-moding. -________-

 

OOC: goodie~! That goes for you two Sessamaru...

 

Sharix jus watched from a distance too.