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I BONE OF THE SWORD
Kurikara
Mentions: AbenSur Elvario SilverFeathers
The armored Construct Kurikara stood like a statue within the ruined castle. His blade upon his back and ready for battle at any moment. Within the shelter of the forgotten aged stone was a scene between allies some fresh, and others old. Things had progressed steadily since the battle, they had met with a Beastkin, conversed with the priest, and now Ninelle had finally awoken. Kurikara watched the proceedings the words of thanks and pleasantries. Concessions and small talk the tools of mortals. He interrupted them bringing attention to himself with the deep echoing of his voice. "Fae, you were fatally wounded. You are a guide, not a warrior. Do not seek battle in the future your death is a liability." His tone of voice offered no argument and was spoken as if he had writ them into law.The serpent wrapped around his neck totally didn't take away from his air of seriousness... definitely didn't. In a way Kurikara was showing his own form of worry and relief at her recovery. She was useful to his duty, that was the role Kurikara would care for the most.Mentions: AbenSur Elvario SilverFeathers
He left it at that and not soon after Tyrmara cooking began to fill the air. Kurikara could not eat, nor did he need to. But he did have olfactory sensors, and the smell of the food was pleasant even to him. He allowed himself to quietly enjoy the aroma. Until a mote of light passed by his head soon joined by many more. His eyes directed their pupils to his collar and he could see the winged serpent that had made it self comfortable upon him was vanishing. The Priest summon was departing this world. Its, or rather her words, echoed in his mind as she vanished.
'Foolish snake, as if Kurikara will ever be broken... I won't, it is an oath.' His face plate watched her rise up into the air and disappear.
'A spirit... I see, that slave to the gods tied their souls down here.' The voice once again arose from the depths of his psyche. Kurikara hadn't forgotten what had happened and the way he'd been manipulated. Being angry at a voice in your head was a strange thing but Kurikara did so anyway.
'You will not, impair my duties again voice. Let this line be made clear.'
'Oh? How amusing, and why should I not? Such things are to make you stronger and remind you of your proper role.' The voices tone was mocking and condescending. Utterly sure of its superiority and authority over him.
'You may have power and even knowledge beyond my own, but you are confined. With all your power you claim to have it means nothing if I should be cut down. I fall, and you will follow. I wonder what god would seek to take hold of our spirit?' The voice was silent at that but Kurikara could feel the simmering rage and reluctant acceptance. He did not doubt it would try something in the future for the sake of its twisted views. But this would be a start to equilibrium. Tyrmar suddenly approached, the large yet still smaller than him human reaching and bringing an arm around Kurikara shoulder. At the overly friendly physical contact a low warning grunt sounds out dangerously. "I am a warrior, the undertaking of my duty is my purpose. Your 'praise' is not necessary nor wanted." He was just as stoic and difficult as ever to handle socially. Though at Tyrmars question of his fighting style Kurikara couldn't help but get swept up into a dialogue. If it was about fighting then he was far more talkative. "Hmph, my blade is me and I am my blade. My combat capabilities have been honed for countless years into what it is now." His voice gained a prideful feeling to it as he spoke, but as his mind brought him to memories of his previous wielders over the millennium it became somewhat melancholic. "But... I am a shadow of what I once was. And I am reaching for every ember of power I once held..."
Then Kurikaras head rose at attention before shooting to the side his arm going up to his blade and drawing it. He had seen it, his eyes had watched Lirek suddenly fall and the blood which fell from him. Kurikara sprang into action but even he was too slow Taji too was struck. As Ceylan called out to Nashi trying to appeal to her he rushed forward with blade in hand. "Vile Beast!" However his charge was interrupted by the body of Taji falling directly into his path allaying his movement even if only briefly. In the space of the castle he moved as best he could. While he couldn't attack in time he instead focused on her path and went to the aid of the Priest Ceylan using [Sora No Kaze] to try and block her attack. The priest was too useful he couldn't allow her to take him out. As he blocked her he charged dark energy into his fist and went for a gut punch [Fūin Hi] while his other hand held up his nodachi.
- Sora No Kaze: Empty Wind - Fighting Style Kishin-ryu D Penetrating F, Fast E, - Kurikara rushes to his opponent. Slashing down upon them with his blade. - Grade D - 2 Post Cooldown
- Fūin Hi: Sealed Flame - Magic F, Componentless Magic F, [Energy] Affinity F, Athletics F, - Kurikara concentrates dark energy into his palm, suffusing his fist in magical power and drives it into his enemy. - Grade F - 0 Post Cooldown
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