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[Arakad]

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The quiet padding of the snake skin boots upon the crystaline floor was all that could be heard as the dark warrior paced back and forth within the Resolve. Gloved hands clasped behind the back and all that could be seen of his face within the darkness of the study would be the piercing, glowing star sapphire blue eyes that pulsated in the shadows.

~why do you do this to yourself? torture yourself? that is, after all my job.~
"Why do you insist on commenting where you are not wanted?" The movement of his mouth could be seen through the black mask that covered half his face. "Time is short - and my powers continue to dwindle ... magic fades from my body faster by each passing day..."

~yes ...but your hand to hand skills continue to grow. you would have made a perfect captain in old Anjur.~

"Reminiscent now? how sentimental of you... bugger off and sulk some where else." The figure stopped his pacing before the alchemist table, his fist clenched within the leather gloves. Frustration apparent in his movements before he lets out a single swipe of his hand - the crystalline staff, bottles and blackrock scattering across the floor in one swift blow. ~oh testy this evening ... please indulge me? is it because you can't find a suitable placement for the talents you are losing ... or is it because your 'love' ... sarcasm noted ... does not trust you enough to live your own life?~

"Don't ... just do not go there bub ..." ~bub? calling yourself by third person now? paranoid much?~

"Umbra is my home, and she is has my loyalty" ~oh yes because you live here ... son you've been bound to Umbra since the Skull bound you here. So lets not fool ones self.~
The pointed cat-like ears twitch from the foreign presence, circling swiftly on the snake skin heels of his boots - gloved hands immediately pulling out the dual runeblades from his belt.

"Well learning new tricks are we?"

"How would you like to be free of me? Don't release the remaining power you hold just yet ... There is a ritual; a final ritual you have yet to earn" The shrouded figment flickered like a wraith before the warrior. Passing through the furniture without care. Black taloned hands wave to its sides as though offering a kind hug from the man whom would remove the spleen from your body through your throat. "Severance. Seek Out the ritual of severance, I will leave you and you will have her. We shall not be troubled with one another again."

The warrior stood there, the runeblades actually seem to relax a bit in his hands as those pulsing blue eyes focus upon the fiend before him. "I will kill you when you leave me. I won't let you part with your soul intact"
"I am your soul; well the better part. But worry not - find the ritual, I shall guide you and we will finish this in person."

The figment, the reflection - rushes towards the man, forcing him to bring the blades up before his face to block - the rush of wind pushing him backwards into the desk, but as he glared to meet his attacker atop him there was nothing but the blackness once more.
"Damn ... I need a vacation ... "