Arthur had his hands on the whip, trying to beath as it lifted him up. I need to get out of this! he thought, magic flaring. He tried pulling it off with his own whips, wings tensing. Suddenly his own magic flared again, stronger than before. The auras seemed to be out of control, or close to it, the power itself driving back Jessop's whip. Arthur landed on his hands and knees, coughing as he got to his feet. His eyes were shadowed again, and his face, there were scales on it. The scales fomed three ragged lines resembling scars, and there were more on his arms, and some on his neck. There were still more unseen. Arthur stared down Jessop, "Thought that would get rid of me?" he asked, "Well, as you can see I wasn't using my full powers. I rarely do thanks to these." he gestured to the scales. I forgot how painful taking this form could be….. he thought, forcing his stance and face to hide it.
"You really are a freak." Jessop shook his head in amazement, craning his head to take a look at the bright red burn around Arthur's neck. "That's gonna leave a beautiful scar, so are the ones on your hands."
"Jess stop this!" Soren flew in, delivering a roundhouse kick to Jessop's jaw, sending the angel flying. He moved in front of Arthur, spreading his wings out in front of him, manifesting his shadow blade. "Arthur, I don't want you losing control of yourself. Let me handle him."
"I'm not going to lose control Soren." Said Arthur calmly, violet auras surrounding him. "This is the form I take when I tap into my full powers. This is the form that allows the most control of my Auras." He warped out to Soren's side, wings flaring, blade coming alight with Aura. "And for you!" He directed his gaze to Jessop. "These are the scars I bear from survival. Scars I lived through. They show only when I tap into all my Chaosae aura because that's what kept me alive!" He sighed. "If you wanna fight then attack, see what I'm made of." He glanced at Soren, "and don't get in my way" he told the other, stepping forward. "I won't attack. Not unless you do." He directed this at Jessop, taking another step forward in front of Soren, his auras flaring when he moved. "But I'm warning you…." All the while he spoke his tone was held emotionless, hiding the pain of the past.
(I promise you sweetheart, I will continue this tonight. I may have an exam to revise for, but I've made you wait long enough)
(It's cool! Good luck on your exam! Also don't worry about making me wait, I realize I can be impatient…)
Jessop scrambled to his feet, stumbling a little from the shock of Soren's kick. He knew not to enter a fight he couldn't win. "You win for now, but you're still in my way." he turned his back on Arthur and Soren, his wings sliding back into his back as he walked away from them.
Soren sighed a huge sigh of relief. "He's such an idiot.."
Arthur relaxed, glad that Jessop had backed off. He didn't bother asking what he was in the way of either. Instead he sighed, launching himself high into the air, flying high as his wings spread to their full span. Letting the sabre revert to the form of a band on his wrist, he let himself soar high above the trees, his chaos aura causing mini lightening clouds to appear and disappear randomly within a hundred meter radius of himself.
Soren sat by the edge of the water again, looking down at his reflection. "What have I done.."
He no longer looked like himself, like his mother's son. He didn't even want to imagine how disappointed she would be in him.
Arthur flew high for a few minutes, letting his pent up power run loose for a few moments before heading back to check on Soren. Landing quietly he saw the other by the lake's edge. "Soren?" he asked quietly. "You alright?"
Soren swept his hair back, tying it in a small ponytail. His wings beat powerfully, lifting his up to his feet, and his tail swished lightly on the ground beside him. A pair of horns sat proudly on top of his head, glistening in the rising sun. Soren turned around to look at Arthur and removed his glasses - he didn't need them anymore. His fully black eyes were sad, yet had a small shimmer of hope in them. "You tell me, Arty, am I alright?"
Arthur watched him carefully, his scales still showing on his face and arms. "I can't answer that." he said. "You have to decide whether or not you can keep going with this." His eyes were shadowed, but calm. "I made the decision a long time ago that I was going to try and move past what happened to me. Will you do the same?" He met Soren's eyes calmly. "I'm still getting out of here, any way I can. Will you come with me?"
"I don't have any other choice now.. When they found out I lost control.." He shook his head, taking a deep breath. "When are we making a move? The sooner the better, because I know for a fact that Jess will be the one to rat me out."
"You didn't lose control Soren." said Arthur. "You just let your powers loose. There's a big difference." he smirked lightly, "Can you fly?" he asked, gesturing to the other's new wings.
"I did lose control by their standards, I'm no longer human.." Soren looked up at the sky then back again at Arthur with a long sigh. "Of course I can, these bad boys aren't for show!"
Arthur smirked, "By their standards I did too. Considering my powers are running a bit haywire at the moment," said Arthur. "I'm still the one in control, I just don't feel like reigning it in anymore." he said. His wings stretched, "Ready to get out of here?" he asked.
(I really don't want this to die… it's too good…. It's also the best I've ever done with this character…)
(I'll get Danny to continue later, since Soren is his character)
(Just out of curiosity and boredom, are there any stalkers here?)
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be." Soren sighed, giving his wings a bit of a move. He'd never used them before and so didn't think flying would be the best option. Nor was he now confident in his shadow travelling. A lot of unknown factors could now change the outcome of their operation. "How do you propose we begin?"
Arthur nodded, "Let's go then!" he backed off and took off. Propelling himself high up he hovered, his wings beating rhythmically to suspend him midair. "Coming?"
