Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]Light blocked the spikes of darkness hurtling towards the unsuspecting hayride carriage. Loud thuds resonated from the other side of the barrier as the attack was blocked from hitting the carriage and harming those seated on the bails. Suddenly, everything lurched forward, the shield fading as the horses panicked. The grip around the blond's arm dissipated, hazel eyes last witnessing the white-haired woman's form rush forward while informing him to call back up. However, there was another issue related to rampant horses.
Quickly, the nobleman stood while the flat-bed trailer rocked wildly. Children screamed as they clung to their parents, uncertain about the situation. The coachmen yanked the reins on the horses, however, the startled beasts were hesitant to listen. The light draurg grabbed the corner post of the trailer before creating a shield where the horses planned ongoing. The startled animals reared, giving Peyton the opportunity to jump off and assist with soothing the animals. Alas, little time was provided as darkness spikes came from the disguiser.
The male hunter expanded the shield, creating a large dome around the trailer and horses. Thuds could he be heard as spikes collided with the shield. Adrenaline was coursing through Peyton's veins as he turned back towards the carriage. A single word was remembered as he remembered Oliana speaking to Danika, ward...
"Danika, do you know how to use a radio?" He asked, grabbing the radio from his belt and offering it to her. "Call for back up... If you're willing... We need to get the hayride turned around, where we came from is safer than further into the forest."
If the green-haired woman grabbed the radio, Peyton turned back to allow his armour and weapon to be summoned. A white light enveloped the light draurg as armour formed over his body, thick and durable. The colouring was purple pigment, similar to the armour he wore during his days in Greece, but thicker. His hand reached out, a long object forming, and as the light faded, a sword was revealed. With that, the warrior was prepared for the expected combat.
it had been quite a long time since she was out in the field like this. except she wasn't. this wasn't suppose to happen, but things never do go as planned. something that she was a bit to familiar with. it had caught her off guard, well clearly it had caught everyone off guard. she had gone to talk to the driver, but that wasn't going to do any good.
the horses were startled and things were not as steady as they had been. she lost her balance and fell. it wasn't too bad of a fall she had at least managed to fall on her butt. if that wasn't a clue enough that it wasn't part of the show, she didn't know what would be more obvious. she was in a bit of a trance. it had been so long since she had encountered a terror. not to say she was safe in the wards. after that attack anything was possible.
peyton yelling her name snapped her out of it. she noticed oliana fighting and peyton was with the horses. she leaned over the wagon reaching for the radio. it hadn't been that long. all you had to do was push a button and talk right."it shouldn't be too hard."she tried to reassure him with a small smile.
Oliana had the Disguiser blocked, it wouldn't be escaping from her grasp. What she hadn't been expecting was Peyton to follow her out here and the Disguiser to not be alone. More Terrors could be heard in the distance, advancing straight towards them. Well, seeing as you were the one to start this. I'll deal with you first and handle them later. She thought to herself, knowing her armor was much lighter than Peyton's would be, however she was much faster unlike his strength. With one with moment, she advanced, slashing at the Disguiser with ease. The noise of the other Terrors drew closer as she planned on advancing towards the Disguiser once more. It was the one that needed to go first, even though she knew they were running out of time in killing it just for more Terrors to arrive at the scene. They planned well for this attack, but I'm better. She thought to herself, praying to the gods that Peyton wouldn't be harmed by these damned Terrors, or anybody else for that matter.
[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]Once a commander of the mighty cavaliers of Greece, Peyton's mind hastily launched into what one would describe as "Battle Mode". Adrenaline flowed through the draugr's veins as he prepared himself to lead the carriage back around and start moving towards the start. Fortunately, Danika was capable of taking the radio and using it to notify the TRS and hopefully manage to get backup for their situation. Once the device was handed to the young medic, a soft smile was evident on his lips as Danika stated she would be successful.
With the exchange finished, Peyton turned towards the horses. He glanced at the horsemen before carefully grabbing the reins. The horses stirred slightly, however, the blond was quick to softly touch the snouts of the frightened animals, a soft 'shh' escaping his lips. Rustling could be heard in the distance, Peyton tensing as he realized more terrors could potentially come to rue their day. Worry touched his face briefly, but the blond-haired man knew he needed to be confident to assure nobody else would panic.
Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around the reigns and started slowly leading the horses. The trailer gradually turning with it as he persuaded the horses.
"C'mon, you two will be okay. I need you to be brave," Peyton murmured to the horses.
Gradually, the horses walked alongside him, heading back down the trail the way they originated from. Protecting the people on the flatbed trailer was crucial, therefore, he would assure their safety.
she took a breath as she tried to calm her nerves. she had reached for the radio and had reassured peyton that she would be able to use the radio. clearly she wasn't ready. she was still a bit panicked. she had to calm down, if she wasn't clear they wouldn't be able to know what was going on. after a few more deep breaths she hit the button and started to ask for back up. letting them know where they were located or at least an approximation.
it shouldn't take too long hopefully. she knew that there were others patrolling the area. she put the radio in her pocket as peyton was a bit busy and honestly she was the one that wasn't tied up. if they called for more information she would be able to respond. the terrors continued to attack and danika tried to calm the people.
Oliana fought the Disguiser, struggling to kill it as more Terrors drew closer. I must do it. She set reached a hand out, summoning as much darkness as possible as means of blocking the Terrors inside of a dome. The hayride would become safe, giving the TRS a chance to get there in time, meanwhile she was inside with a bunch of Terrors, clearly out numbered by them. I know you'll get them to safety, Peyton. She thought to herself before moving farther away from the Disguiser and closer to the oncoming Terrors that were approaching from behind her. With her sword in her hand, she started slashing out at them. Killing the weaker ones off quickly, being cut by the much stronger ones. The dome held strong and until she had no energy left, she'd be damned if it would be breaking anytime soon. She knew Peyton would never had agreed to such an action, had she bothered gaining permission in the first place. A war cry could be heard as she continued slashing at the Terrors, more being killed only for others to show up in their stead.
The Disguiser was still alive because she hadn't yet killed it, desiring to get out of the dome that she had created, however it knew the only way to do that would be to kill her first and so it advanced straight for her. She turned at the last second, stabbing the Disguiser as it has stabbed her in return. Blood spilled from her lips as the Terrors started attacking her back, dome disappearing as soon as she was unable to hold it up any longer. A small smile was on her face, twisting her blade until she sliced the Disguiser in half, killing it in the process. Blood seeped from her wound, thanks to the Disguiser's attack as well as from the Terrors that had gotten a hold of her. It hadn't crossed her mind that Peyton might have just felt that.
[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]Armoured hands softly around the reins of the horse, Peyton began the slow trek pass the group of terrors. The horses were tense about the situation, therefore, the TRS hunter felt required to maintain a calm air. If the professional began panicking in these circumstances, then everybody else would begin accomplishing similar actions. He walked across the dirt path, eyes flitting between the horses while sniping glances at Oliana, hoping she would be alright. The light draurg led the horses further, steps weighted as he observed the situation.
The nobleman's light brown eyes glanced sideways, checking on Oliana... and there... his heart skipped several beats. Darkness slithered from the surrounding areas, closing in on the white-haired woman and the terrors around her... From there, it transformed into a thick shield. Immediately, the blond looked away, a breath being taken to soothe himself. The light draurg needed to keep moving to assure these people would be safe. His eyes focused on the forward, determination manifesting as he stepped forward.
Each step was heavy, but Peyton moved forward, pass the darkness dome. Then... he felt it... A pain across his body, unique to things he ever felt. The warrior glanced back, realizing the sorrow in the situation occurring inside that dome. Quickly, he turned towards the coachmen, passing them the reins.
"Keep moving, I need to help my fellow hunter. Just stay calm and go down the path, everything will be okay," Peyton assured to them.
Nervously, they nodded, their eyes fixating ahead and softly whipping the reins to prompt the horses forward. The light draugr stepped away from the flatbed trailer, hand reaching up. Light appeared, transforming into the shape of a sword, his fingers wrapping around the handle. Each wound Peyton felt, however, he focused on making his weapon appear before charging towards the darkness shield. As he approached the shield fell, terrors, being defeated and transforming into a cloud of thick dust while the heroine was in the center, injured.
As Peyton moved forward, slowed by his armour, he brought his sword back, slicing at the remaining terrors. With steely determination, the blond sliced as needed until he arrived at Oliana's side. The nobleman was hopeful he could pick Oliana up and throw her over his left shoulder and get her somewhere safe.
she looked towards oliana, wondering if she was going to be alright by herself. yes, she was trained for this but surely she couldn't defeat them all by herself. not that she didn't have confidence in oliana. anyone would need help. as much as dankia wanted to help, she knew she would get in the way. she had no weapons and her combat knowledge was limited. she wasn't trained to fight, she was trained to heal.
for know she did what she could. peyton seemed to of gotten the horses to calm down. the reins were passed back to the driver and slowly, but surely they started to gain speed. she had called for help on the radio and they were on their way. she watched as peyton rushed off to help oliana. it was at the last second that she noticed something wasn't right. oliana wasn't standing anymore.
without a second thought, she jumped off the ride. thankfully it wasn't going too fast other wise that would of be really dumb. she regained her balance before she started running towards peyton and oliana. she remember she still had the radio on her. she wasn't sure, but it won't hurt to call for a medic.
Oliana hadn't meant to make him come for her, she just wanted to do her job like old times. Of course things weren't as simple as they had been in the past. Before she could count on her powers to assist to know what was coming but now it wast just pure luck. Peyton had moved to stand beside her, weak knees encouraged her to slowly start to fall, only to be picked up and thrown upon his shoulder. Her sword and armor disappeared as her eyes closed, closing to take this chance to rest even though it meant putting her faith in Peyton's hands, missing the part where Danika had headed in their direction to assist.
[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]Inside the courageous warrior's chest was an adrenaline fueled heart powering the machine. Desperation lingered in the air, thick as he closed in, assessing his opponents. There were plenty of terrors still leaving, their twisted faces staring him down. Disembodied voices entered his head, prying at his fears and insecurities as the monsters attempted to dig their sinister claws beneath his skin. As the shield he was expected to be, Peyton's arm managed to get Oliana onto his shoulder to carry her away.
Sword drawn, the blond's eyes narrowed, watching as the enemy attempted to get close. Light barriers were created to block a portion of the attacks. The light draurg swung, his slow, but deadly blows nearly hitting the target. Several swings were accomplished at a troublemaker until finally, his blade hit. Claws reached for him, smacking into arm, sharpened claws narrowly invading mobility gaps. Gradually, the nobleman reached, using shields to limit the number of terrors capable of fighting him at once.
The long claws of a razor reached for Peyton's face, the blond leaning back, a single claw cutting into the flesh above his right eye. Blood leaked down, the hunter eye closing from the disturbance. Abruptly, the light draurg swung forward, his sword cutting through the midsection of the razor. The creature fell back, turning into a fine black dust. Gradually, the hunter retreated from the fray of terrors. The shield was broken down and made into needle-like points and fired towards the terrors. A few lower level terrors fell, however, there was still a troublemaker and another razor advancing.
Another shield was made as Peyton slowly lowered Oliana to the ground. He hoped she would be safe on the ground while she disposed of these final terrors... or at least the fast-moving razor. The speedy terror was the real threat for the heavily-armoured draurg.
her feet hit the ground with a thud. she was lucky she hadn't fallen down. the wagon had started to move, but thankfully it wasn't going fast enough to cause any damage. her mind kept screaming at her to do something, but what could she do? the thought kept repeating as she rushed towards them. at some point she had used the radio once more, shoving it back in her pocket.
she wasn't aware of what was going on or what was still there. she had assumed all the terrors had been taken care of. her eyes were focused on oliana. she was hurt and she didn't know how bad. she had watched as peyton had moved her, setting her on the ground before moving towards something.
as much as she wanted to help peyton, oliana was her priority. she wasn't moving or at least it hadn't appeared so since petyon had helped her. she reached oliana and gently shook her shoulder. calling out to her while she checked to see the injuries. she forgot how it felt to be in the field again. a fight going on while one tended to the injured. except how was she going to help oliana when she had nothing. she was bleeding, she needed to apply pressure as she saw the blood oozing from where she had been injured.
[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]Initially, Peyton failed to notice the sounds of Danika's approaching footsteps until she managed to get closer. Briefly, he glanced over his shoulders, watching as the green-haired woman closed the distance. Her fixation was on the injured Oliana and with her being introduced as a medic, Peyton would refuse to voice any qualms. Besides, as the only standing hunter, there were more pressing matters requiring his attention... Specifically a troublemaker and razor standing in front of him... meanwhile... Oliana and Danika behind him.
As the last hunter standing, he held a duty to his heart. Protect Oliana and Danika at all costs! The blond raised his sword, brown eyes fixated on the competition. The draugrs fingers tightened around the handle of his blade, breath even despite the dire circumstances... The opponents were locked in their positions, a breeze passing through until- ching. The swiping claws a razor approached without hesitation and Peyton's blade narrowly blocked those claws. It retreated a few steps, attempting to parry around Peyton's defence, however, where the draugr's blade failed his light manipulation succeeded.
A hiss escaped the razor's mouth as the creature became infuriated, attacks speeding up. A grunt left Peyton's lips as the sharp claws of the razor sliced against his armour. The troublemaker was approaching, the blond being forced to block the razor's attack with his sword, enhanced strength activating. A roar of a battle cry left Peyton's mouth as he pushed on the blade, slicing out. The razor's right claws were taken clean off, blade managing to narrowly reach the creature's throat and decapitate it.
Only moments later did he throw a dart of light towards the troublemaker, hitting it square in the eye. Ragged breaths left the blond's lips, adrenaline making the pain of his wounds unnoticeable. The cut above his brow made a friend, a trio of scratches raking his cheek. Exhausted prompted the sword and armour to leave to maintain stamina; the threats were gone and his body was easing. The dissipation of his armour revealed several instances of his uniform being ripped, specifically around the elbows, shoulders, knees and a few around his waist.
All locations where his heavy-duty armour was weaker to avoid complete restriction of movement. The blond allowed his heavy breathing to proceed, his sleeve moving upwards to wipe the blood from his eye and forehead. The sounds of shouting reached his ears, their comrades approaching from the distance. The hunter's gaze shifted to Danika who was wrestling to handle Oliana's wounds.
"Will... she be okay?" He inquired between deep breaths.
The entire goal was rescuing Oliana, thus he prayed to Akari herself the white-haired woman would survive. Those centuries old feelings still existed within Peyton's heart... thus he was determined to defend her whenever possible... Years ago she graciously laid down her life to protect him, therefore, he needed to return the favour.
they could be long now. dankia had managed to get a hold of someone on the radio, what seemed like an eternity ago. had only been five minutes. they were taking too long. where was the medic? she needed to calm down. she took a deep breath as she continued to glance over the oliana. she had forgotten the ongoing battle behind her.
danika couldn't see the extent of her injuries. she cut see all the cuts she had received and eventually those would stop bleeding. the one she was concerned about was the one on her abdomen. she had nothing with her that could stop the bleeding. the only thing she could think of right now was to put pressure. dankia didn't know how much blood oliana lost. she started taking off her sweater and folding it enough to be somewhat of a barrier and placed it on her wound, applying pressure and hoping that would slow the bleeding down.
hearing peyton speak startled her. she shook her head."she's bleeding. i don't know much she's lost. we need to get her help."danika felt completely useless. what good was all that experience if she didn't have anything at her disposal. while still keeping pressure she looked over at peyton. he was pretty injured too."what about you?"she asked as her eyes moved back towards oliana. the radio laid beside her."i called for a medic. they need to hurry."she muttered mostly to herself.
[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]Pain echoed across Peyton's skin as he stood strong. Warmth slithered down from the cuts, dampening his uniform and making it cling. The blond hunter was messy in the aftermath of the harsh fight. Alas, compared to Oliana, his wounds were limited and hardly anything to warrant immediate concern. Mingling in with the blood was remnants of sweat realized as the situation calmed. The fine dust clinging to his fingers and soiling his uniform was finally noticed. It stuck to the blood, intimate as lovers after undergoing a traumatic circumstance.
However, his clothes would not be spared an ounce of care. A frown breached his face as he kneeled next to the women. The nobleman's hazel eyes dimmed with endless worries about Oliana and her condition. The malicious actions of those terrors damaged the treasured hero of ancient Greece. He listened to Danika's dire words, his eyes glancing up to meet hers. Would fate prove to be the cruellest mistress? Only mere hours after reconnecting with the woman he lost years ago, she would be subjected to a struggle for her life.
The question in regards to his health was unanswered as he glanced between Oliana and Danika. Finally, an idea arrived as Peyton looked towards the sky. A ball of light formed in his fingers as he stood, gears turning.
"Tell them to go where the light is, they might be able to find us quicker," Peyton ordered.
With that, the light draugr's hand reached for the sky and fired a ball of luminescence. When it reached peek height, he persuaded it to burst. The light functioned similar to a flare, providing their location to the TRS in the area.
she took a couple of breaths while making sure she continued to keep pressure on oliana's wound. it had been such a long time since she was in the field. memories started to rush back, she needed to settled down. her panicking would make things worse. it was going to be alright. she had to focus at one thing at a time. right now it was applying pressure.
she didn't want to risk moving her just because she didn't know the extent of her injuries. after speaking with peyton. he was probably the one who was really worried. she didn't know much about them, but she could tell that they were very important to each other. not even considering his own wounds. she smiled faintly.
she watched as he stood up and before she knew it a he was emitting a strong, bright light. she grabbed the radio and spoke once more."follow the light. i don't want to risk moving her."
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