The Overthrow of Busistocaria

"then i don't have time to talk" Blake barked

 

"Fine, go." Edward said as he went to sit down next to Jasper.

 

Blake disappeared leaving fire where he was stood, he wasn't teleporting he was running, fast

 

Rosalie watched as Blake disappeared then looked over at Edward.

Alice appeared in front of her and told her who he was.

 

The entire home of newborns was now alit with fire. The scent of burned flesh filled the air, coagulated blood covered the earth, puddles of fresh spilling blood surround every cobblestone. The Drow-Shade was becoming weary and the vampires were still coming, fewer in number now, but still, there were too many for him to take on in his current state. He pressed on. Sheathing the blades, he drew out several more Alchemist Fires, the exploding globes in which he made himself. His pouch of holding was vast, filled with the orbs. He smirked. He tossed all but one, killing off over half the vampires that he had left. With adept skill, he waved a hand across the rest of the vampires, making an overly large globe of darkness, enshrouding the town. Not even vampires can see in this darkness. Drow-Shades, the same. He smirked. Carefully, he skewered a hole in the orb, placing it on an arrow. He knotched the arrow, and shot it. Vallyn banished the globe, seeing the orb in perfect time erupt as it hit the lead vampire, and shadowstepping back, avoiding a clawing strike. Again, he knotched an arrow, and released it, killing off several vampires that were unfortunate enough to be in the way. Drawing out another orb, he waited, counting only fifty more. He waited, hiding in the darkness of a corner, summoning a globe of darkness to cover him flawlessly in the dark, shadowed corner.

 

Blake appeared at the hive he could not see Vallyn but the trail he left was obvious

 

Ooc: 'Tis Vallyn!!!

Vallyn waited, hearing a living being not far off. He messed with the orb in his hand.

 

OOC: my bad
BIC: "lend me the holy flames, burning light" Blake cast a spell his voice echoing as a bright light incinerated the last of the vampires

 

Through the flames of Vallyn's design, one vampire plotted to take down the fire elementalist. It ran, screaming, preparing to bite Blake. Vallyn appeared with a shadowstep, his hand down the vampires throat. The vampire exploded, and without knowledge, or even a hint of flame... Vallyn lost his arm. Vallyn was weary, he didn't feel the burning agony of his blown off arm. "Alchemist Fire. Not a good tool..." He said, grabbing Blake by the scruff of his shirt. They teleported back at the refugee camp. He fell back, unconscious. The shadowstuff began making a new arm for the drow-shade.

 

Blake dropped his spear on the floor and his knees followed, "I'm just like my father" he said angrily slamming his head into the floor, I made a mistake and you paid the price"

 

Subconsciously, the half-made shadowarm reached out, the tendril fingers wrapping around Blake's arms. The shadows swerved around Blake. Black bone took form, the black flesh of shadow turning into ebony skin.

 

Blake looked at Vallyn his eyes almost to tears

 

Vallyn coughed, his consciousness regained quicker than any mortal. In fact, most say he was immortal. He had the Devils' Luck. "You're an idiot. That vampire came from the flames to the left of you, your flame just went exactly straight and spread outwards after it reached the corner. Fool," he cackled, slowly getting up. He winced, his long white hair matted with blood. "I blew off my own arm with Alchemist Fire. So hush, nothing was your fault."

 

"your right but still, i'm the spitting image of him" Blake said catching a glimce of himself in his spear, "i'm even acting like him"

 

"Fool," he muttered again, swinging a misty, shadow-swirled backhand, the hand as solid as it once were, at Blake.

 

Blake literaly became fire and shifted to the other side of Vallyn

 

A smirk found its way across his face. "If you were like your father, you would've accepted the blow. You may be his mirror image, but you, too, are his resolution. You're to be something better..." He echoed the words "something better..." to himself, remembering his fatherly mentor. The orphaned drow-shade shook his head. "Matron Mother..." He whispered, remembering his rage against her. She accepted the danger that Quarrak set up for her... Quarrak knew she would die through Vallyn's anger! The recognition shook him. "A puppet to free a puppet, only to remain a puppet to the now free maestro..." He rose up, stripping himself of his useless leather armour, only wearing the leggings, boots, and cloak. "Find me a black leather torso and two black leather gloves." He ordered Blake.

 

Blake burst into flame and within minutes came back with the equipment Vallyn had asked for

 

Rosalie, Alice, Jasper, and Edward watched as the scene took place.

 

Blade was calm and just watched