Post by Dirge on Dec 17, 2018 23:46:20 GMT
Fenris
Well fuck. Somehow Fenris had gotten roped into killing the same man twice. It was actually more of a common occurance than one would think in the multi-verse that was creation. He did not question it. It was his lot in life to deal with the scum of the cosmos. The shit that God occasionally farted out as a practical-joke sent to test the pawns of the great-game. Now Fenris might not be remembered by this one, but he certainly remembered the revenant that stood before him. It was hard to forget a guy that literally swung a katana the size of a building like it was actually practical. It was all he could to to keep a straight face from the memory. Despite this however, he was not one to ever underestimate the opposition. - -He was clad in the white silver trimmed cloak of his station, obscuring his frame from view. His hair was silver rimmed with black, a short braid hung in a semi top-knot. His brows and beard were also thick and dark, though the latter was flecked with golden red. He already was listening to the whispers of creation as the wind spoke secrets that were his to know. The night-sky was all but black save for the full moon that shined down upon the open fields. Knee-high grass stretched for miles, while thickets of trees as well as lone shrubs swayed in that wind. What was more interesting was various old ruins of concrete littered the land about them. Dilapidated and unused in the course of what seemed like centuries. Overgrown with moss and vines, the empty husks serving as a testimony of what had been long ago. -His eyes shined a predatory golden yellow in the night. A blade already in his left hand, its transperant dark shape almost one with the night, though forming the shape of a krieg-messer. In his other hand however there was a bearded axe. A low growl built in his throat, gradually and almost inaudible for the moment. But his face looked jovial, amused if anything else.
Vincent Fiorelli
Contrary to what was going on through this poor sod's mind, the Red Magister had never felt his death at the hands of this individual. In fact, he couldn't even remember having met the guy before. The vague outline of someone having challenged him while using his full capabilities did come to mind, though that person had only been the test dummy of a mechanical creation that was currently collecting dust in one of the various hangars of Hyades. Presently, he couldn't even recall what had thrown him into this particularly secluded and dark section of the Multiverse, a place that very few individuals traveled to, and which was usually populated by unsavory kinds of men and women alike. There was little need to make eye contact with the sole person residing in the environment Vincent was currently traversing, given his sensory capabilities.
A mental map of the area had been passively constructed no sooner had he arrived in these open fields, with the leylines coursing through the very planet underneath the soles of his leather layered battle boots allowing him to understand the layout of the astral being, if he so wished. Alas, that was unnecessary at the moment, and instead of wasting his time with an easy kill, he decided it was time to let one of his weaker Aspects get some more combat experience. Fully dedicated to close quarters combat, the sturdy form of the Aspect Wilhelm rose from the shadows of the Red Magister himself. Clad in the selfsame garment his creator adorned, Wilhelm was shrouded in thin fabric, which clung to his body like a second skin of sorts. From the waist up, his neck, shoulders, forearms, arms, and even hands were fully protected; the fabric descended along his torso and hips, only to flare outward as though it were an oriental waistcloth with ragged ends.
The faint tip of his boots could be seen underneath these, though the tall grass was certain to keep the movements of his legs entirely hidden. The core difference was the color of the attire, as this Aspect was enveloped in black as opposed to Vincent's robes' crimson. From the palms of Wilhelm's hands, a pair of common-looking straight-bladed daggers slithered out. Any other weapon would most likely not have been necessary for this battle, and while Vincent found his way atop one of the tallest pillars still standing amongst the ancient ruins scattered throughout the proverbial battlefield, Wilhelm merely stepped forth. With the moonlight reflected off of his daggers and shining down upon his frame, it was clear he was awaiting for a sign of the opposition to begin his assassination.
Fenris
Fenris: Well apparently his opposition did not remember, which actually made sense given the context. Temporal shananigans were part and parcel of the game though. If such a thing was irrelevant, than it was irrelevant. If he tried to get a lock on the "astral being" he would find things to be rather "funny" as if Fenris was a reflection of something else, yet was able to impose his presence upon the environment. The "growl" that had ensued also seemed to subtly permeate the area around him. The ambient "Leylines" were just another part of creation as far as he was concerned. The Incarnation of the Wild looked at the dagger wielding foe, and without further ado stomped his right foot. -
Fenris: -The stomp, saw him focus the oscillations of his body through the medium of the earth. The directed force sent on a linear path towards Fiorelli's perch lickety split. The mass of the structure suddenly exploded like a grenade, stone "shrapnel" flying from the source of the sonic-demolition. The air itself permeating as well with the "echo" of the attack which would linger and resonate in a eminating pulse that would expand from the area of the blast. Now he was hoping his opponent would be foolhardy enough to melee him, but why hope, when you could just do it yourself? He flicked his right wrist, the axe elongating, shifting, and extending into a solid shadowy whip like tendril meant to lash out and snare the male around his left leg if he sought an acrobatic-evasion while the air continued to propagate the established rhythm.
Vincent Fiorelli
Elvenlike reflexes saw Wilhelm kick off of the ground to begin weaving through the ancient ruins, using them as a means of protection and stealth both. Vincent himself saw no real danger whilst the land rippled due to the apparent enemy's stomp, instead simply kicking off of his perch to ascend in midair, all before allowing his form to transition toward another, albeit shorter, pillar. In the midst of his leap, however, the tendril approaching him was not neglected, instead being batted off to the side with a small shockwave of concussive force emanating from a simple snap of his right hand's fingers. Incidentally, all it took to quell the emanating pulse was a similar shockwave of equal force, something that easily radiated from a second snap of the Red Magister's fingers once he'd arrived at his new perch, which tore through the air and cancelled out against the 'echo' of the previously witnessed sonic attack.
Ranged attacks executed without rhyme or reason oft never managed to impact against his frame, let alone pose a tangible threat. While Fenris' attention was fixated on the Fiorelli himself, Wilhelm approached from a section of the ruins casting a neat shadow toward the Incarnation of the Wild's right side. Utilizing the environment to his advantage and employing stealth to get closer, Wilhelm was simply aiming to slash along the right side of Fenris' neck, leaving him, for all intents and purposes, directly behind the individual should he avoid the fatal blow or not. The Aspect's natural agility and flexibility, and the lack of hesitation in his every action would certainly aid him in battling this heavily armed individual.
Fenris
Fenris: The Magister repelled his whip like tendril which retracted back to the axe shape it had originally held and fell to a position across his stomach in his right hand hyper-extending his arm with the head forward. His opponent took to the ruins, and Fenris contemplated toying with the idea of just doing the same thing. He after all was a hunter, and a tactician but he wanted to get this over with. The sound Vincent sent through the air from the "finger-snap" happened, and actually built up the ambient oscillations, feeding the echo as he was essentially adding sound to the environment. As he snapped his fingers, the new sound-wave added to the area around him, would cause the oscillations to invariably build since he was fighting sound with sound. This would create a shock around Vincent, that would suddenly shake the particles around him, causing them to ignite, and potentially setting himself ablaze and causing a sudden blast of kientic force. Though this was more Vincents doing than Fenris'. Fenris was not even going to press it whether it worked or not, as it was it was not his actual attack. -
Fenris: -The blast that ensued only fed the waves that permeated. But this was more for insurance than anything else. He continued that low growl, and sustained it, simply maintaining it and using the counter sound as more fuel for the echo. As his opponent ran up on Fenris as if the Lupine relied on his vision alone, he would find a stern and merciless reproach. He stepped to his right imposing himself in Vincents path just before the "Red-Magister" would be within Fenris' conventional melee range. His blade already moving in the diagonal side-step that also saw Fenris close in. His blade was accelerated in its approach, the surface oscillating as the liquified edge cycled, and a disruptive field permeated from the blades very presence, creating a focused blade-shaped disruptive force with multiple physical and metaphysical aforementonioned layers. -
Fenris: -It was a swift cut from Fenris' right to left, contrasting his step and creating an imposing sweep that would mean in order for the enemy to get close he would have to brave the swords path and interception. As this happened he leaned slightly towards his right with his step, He was privvy to the fact this might be some sort of attempt at deception, and it was worth noting that during his movement a strange dark yet silvery "mist" seemed to follow in his wake, as it plumed off his body. If his opponent thought Fenris was going to let him close enough to use his daggers without responding with his own blades then Vincent was sadly mistaken, especially if he thought the daggers lighter and shorter shape would compensate for the reach of an actual sword, while the hand-axe was also a deceptively light weapon. The bearded head somewhat "petite" compared to axes of other cultures. Sensing the magister through a myriad of ways including, sound, night-vision, scent, and simply metaphysical instinct and intuition.
Vincent Fiorelli
Unfortunately, there had been no traces of these 'oscillations' near the Red Magister when the first snap of his fingers occurred, let alone the second. Thus, try as he might, there was little in the way of control for his would-be enemy regarding Vincent's immediate surroundings, especially given the fact he was monitoring his surroundings through virtue of his mental map. As such, combustion had not occurred, yet the concussive shockwave had impacted against the 'echo' of the sonic strike, which had demolished the pillar the Red Magister had been previously sitting upon, seemingly causing it to grow. However, this was inconsequential, seeing as how it did not spell danger for either of them, and swiftly dismissed a moment after. That said, if Fenris continued attempting to attack the Fiorelli, he would have little choice but to react in kind, regardless of his Aspect perishing or not.
This spelled a conundrum for Fenris. To start with, the fact that he was relying on his vision alone whilst facing forward toward the Red Magister, who was off in the distance and on a stone pillar automatically disregarded the fact that he would have noticed Wilhelm closing in from his right side. There was no Red Magister nearing Fenris, only the Aspect christened Wilhelm. The fact Fenris stepped to the right in the selfsame moment that Wilhelm was attempting to drive his dagger into the individual's neck from the right side of Fenris' location further reinforced the notion of the metal biting into his enemy's flesh, especially since he had not faced Wilhelm at all just yet. Stepping to the right while targeting the Red Magister, who continued to perch atop that faraway stone pillar, simply meant Fenris was continuing to face him and not his Aspect. In this manner, a sweep from right to left would have invariably spelled nothing but peace for Wilhelm, given that he was striking Fenris from the right side and the sweep had been toward the left. It was unfortunate for Fenris that physics and positioning dictated the logic and course of close quarters combat, and considering none of these things took place separately - in fact, several taking place simultaneously -, it was somewhat of a disappointment to find out how easily the Lupine's skin split.
Fenris
Fenris: No traces of these "oscillations" yet creating one himself? Well whatever was clever. Despite the little verbal snaffu of the writer, nothing really changed actually. Fenris still stepped to the position relative to the aspect, and still cut intercepting "Wilhelm" before he got anywhere close to his neck, and in turn causing the male to be completely open to the ensuing cut as he focused on offense trying to go for Fenris neck. The "aspect" would find itself cut in two, as the silvery dark mist around as still regardless of who Fenris was targeting a swing was a swing, and it was coming from the direction of the dolls approach regardless. The wake of the strike would carrying the severed parts of the body away him blasting them into a nearby house, as that dark mist around him followed the wake of the attack causing a stream of those dark particles to head towards the magister, as it became clear Fenris had been targeting both the magister and the aspect. : D
Vincent Fiorelli
With Fenris stepping relative to the Aspect, things had definitely changed in the battlefield. In fact, with Wilhelm stepping out of the shadows only to find Fenris turning to face him, the Aspect simply swayed back to narrowly avoid the sweep of his enemy's blade. However, it did not end there for this particular individual, for the moment the sweep ran past its threatening arc, Wilhelm stepped in with his left dagger aiming directly toward Fenris' throat and his right hand's dagger aiming to intercept the trajectory of his opponent's blade to lock guards with it. Given that the only movement Fenris had executed was with his right hand, a singular sweep from left to right, stepping into close quarters combat whilst tangling his right leg with his opposition's left, and his own remaining slightly behind as support... A stab at his throat from this position with his opposite dagger keeping Fenris' blade busy at the base spelled certain death for the Lupine. Perhaps he should have studied close quarters tactics a little better before assuming a single sweep would've stopped this particular Aspect, considering tactics like these were not only simple to avoid, but also easy to follow up on, especially when the bodies were so close to each other's.
Fenris
Fenris: Blocking an accelerated sword with a dagger, while still trying to stab was not a good idea at the best of times. Trying to parry would see that force focused upon the meager shape of the dagger and probably bat right through it, not too mention the wake of black fog coming down with the swords wake pressing into the body, which had already threatened to blast him away regardless. He might have stopped the severance but that would not stop his body from being propelled at the "red-magister" in a rising horizontal whirlwind of dark rapidly moving particles, seeking to rend the male apart and then slam into his "apparent master".
Vincent Fiorelli
When the dagger made contact with Fenris' sword, an iridescent light radiated from its surface, producing quelling reverberations that mimicked the blade's own. In reality, what had occurred was that the common-looking, yet uncommon, dagger, merely matched the sword at the base. Had it been parried near the middle of the blade, the sword's force would've undoubtedly tore right through the dagger, and yet, the section the closest to the guard saw no such advantage for the weapons. All in all, the daggers were simply cancelling out supernatural influences, locking the both of them into a simple melee, given that was exactly what the Lupine had wanted to begin with. Given the fact that the enemy's blade had been stopped at the base, in that case, and that the black fog had never occurred, thus the blast of force growing negated as well, all that remained was a close quarters combat with the Aspect of Wilhelm pressed against Fenris' chest, with his right dagger's tip against the man's throat and the left locked against the guard of his sword.
Well fuck. Somehow Fenris had gotten roped into killing the same man twice. It was actually more of a common occurance than one would think in the multi-verse that was creation. He did not question it. It was his lot in life to deal with the scum of the cosmos. The shit that God occasionally farted out as a practical-joke sent to test the pawns of the great-game. Now Fenris might not be remembered by this one, but he certainly remembered the revenant that stood before him. It was hard to forget a guy that literally swung a katana the size of a building like it was actually practical. It was all he could to to keep a straight face from the memory. Despite this however, he was not one to ever underestimate the opposition. - -He was clad in the white silver trimmed cloak of his station, obscuring his frame from view. His hair was silver rimmed with black, a short braid hung in a semi top-knot. His brows and beard were also thick and dark, though the latter was flecked with golden red. He already was listening to the whispers of creation as the wind spoke secrets that were his to know. The night-sky was all but black save for the full moon that shined down upon the open fields. Knee-high grass stretched for miles, while thickets of trees as well as lone shrubs swayed in that wind. What was more interesting was various old ruins of concrete littered the land about them. Dilapidated and unused in the course of what seemed like centuries. Overgrown with moss and vines, the empty husks serving as a testimony of what had been long ago. -His eyes shined a predatory golden yellow in the night. A blade already in his left hand, its transperant dark shape almost one with the night, though forming the shape of a krieg-messer. In his other hand however there was a bearded axe. A low growl built in his throat, gradually and almost inaudible for the moment. But his face looked jovial, amused if anything else.
Vincent Fiorelli
Contrary to what was going on through this poor sod's mind, the Red Magister had never felt his death at the hands of this individual. In fact, he couldn't even remember having met the guy before. The vague outline of someone having challenged him while using his full capabilities did come to mind, though that person had only been the test dummy of a mechanical creation that was currently collecting dust in one of the various hangars of Hyades. Presently, he couldn't even recall what had thrown him into this particularly secluded and dark section of the Multiverse, a place that very few individuals traveled to, and which was usually populated by unsavory kinds of men and women alike. There was little need to make eye contact with the sole person residing in the environment Vincent was currently traversing, given his sensory capabilities.
A mental map of the area had been passively constructed no sooner had he arrived in these open fields, with the leylines coursing through the very planet underneath the soles of his leather layered battle boots allowing him to understand the layout of the astral being, if he so wished. Alas, that was unnecessary at the moment, and instead of wasting his time with an easy kill, he decided it was time to let one of his weaker Aspects get some more combat experience. Fully dedicated to close quarters combat, the sturdy form of the Aspect Wilhelm rose from the shadows of the Red Magister himself. Clad in the selfsame garment his creator adorned, Wilhelm was shrouded in thin fabric, which clung to his body like a second skin of sorts. From the waist up, his neck, shoulders, forearms, arms, and even hands were fully protected; the fabric descended along his torso and hips, only to flare outward as though it were an oriental waistcloth with ragged ends.
The faint tip of his boots could be seen underneath these, though the tall grass was certain to keep the movements of his legs entirely hidden. The core difference was the color of the attire, as this Aspect was enveloped in black as opposed to Vincent's robes' crimson. From the palms of Wilhelm's hands, a pair of common-looking straight-bladed daggers slithered out. Any other weapon would most likely not have been necessary for this battle, and while Vincent found his way atop one of the tallest pillars still standing amongst the ancient ruins scattered throughout the proverbial battlefield, Wilhelm merely stepped forth. With the moonlight reflected off of his daggers and shining down upon his frame, it was clear he was awaiting for a sign of the opposition to begin his assassination.
Fenris
Fenris: Well apparently his opposition did not remember, which actually made sense given the context. Temporal shananigans were part and parcel of the game though. If such a thing was irrelevant, than it was irrelevant. If he tried to get a lock on the "astral being" he would find things to be rather "funny" as if Fenris was a reflection of something else, yet was able to impose his presence upon the environment. The "growl" that had ensued also seemed to subtly permeate the area around him. The ambient "Leylines" were just another part of creation as far as he was concerned. The Incarnation of the Wild looked at the dagger wielding foe, and without further ado stomped his right foot. -
Fenris: -The stomp, saw him focus the oscillations of his body through the medium of the earth. The directed force sent on a linear path towards Fiorelli's perch lickety split. The mass of the structure suddenly exploded like a grenade, stone "shrapnel" flying from the source of the sonic-demolition. The air itself permeating as well with the "echo" of the attack which would linger and resonate in a eminating pulse that would expand from the area of the blast. Now he was hoping his opponent would be foolhardy enough to melee him, but why hope, when you could just do it yourself? He flicked his right wrist, the axe elongating, shifting, and extending into a solid shadowy whip like tendril meant to lash out and snare the male around his left leg if he sought an acrobatic-evasion while the air continued to propagate the established rhythm.
Vincent Fiorelli
Elvenlike reflexes saw Wilhelm kick off of the ground to begin weaving through the ancient ruins, using them as a means of protection and stealth both. Vincent himself saw no real danger whilst the land rippled due to the apparent enemy's stomp, instead simply kicking off of his perch to ascend in midair, all before allowing his form to transition toward another, albeit shorter, pillar. In the midst of his leap, however, the tendril approaching him was not neglected, instead being batted off to the side with a small shockwave of concussive force emanating from a simple snap of his right hand's fingers. Incidentally, all it took to quell the emanating pulse was a similar shockwave of equal force, something that easily radiated from a second snap of the Red Magister's fingers once he'd arrived at his new perch, which tore through the air and cancelled out against the 'echo' of the previously witnessed sonic attack.
Ranged attacks executed without rhyme or reason oft never managed to impact against his frame, let alone pose a tangible threat. While Fenris' attention was fixated on the Fiorelli himself, Wilhelm approached from a section of the ruins casting a neat shadow toward the Incarnation of the Wild's right side. Utilizing the environment to his advantage and employing stealth to get closer, Wilhelm was simply aiming to slash along the right side of Fenris' neck, leaving him, for all intents and purposes, directly behind the individual should he avoid the fatal blow or not. The Aspect's natural agility and flexibility, and the lack of hesitation in his every action would certainly aid him in battling this heavily armed individual.
Fenris
Fenris: The Magister repelled his whip like tendril which retracted back to the axe shape it had originally held and fell to a position across his stomach in his right hand hyper-extending his arm with the head forward. His opponent took to the ruins, and Fenris contemplated toying with the idea of just doing the same thing. He after all was a hunter, and a tactician but he wanted to get this over with. The sound Vincent sent through the air from the "finger-snap" happened, and actually built up the ambient oscillations, feeding the echo as he was essentially adding sound to the environment. As he snapped his fingers, the new sound-wave added to the area around him, would cause the oscillations to invariably build since he was fighting sound with sound. This would create a shock around Vincent, that would suddenly shake the particles around him, causing them to ignite, and potentially setting himself ablaze and causing a sudden blast of kientic force. Though this was more Vincents doing than Fenris'. Fenris was not even going to press it whether it worked or not, as it was it was not his actual attack. -
Fenris: -The blast that ensued only fed the waves that permeated. But this was more for insurance than anything else. He continued that low growl, and sustained it, simply maintaining it and using the counter sound as more fuel for the echo. As his opponent ran up on Fenris as if the Lupine relied on his vision alone, he would find a stern and merciless reproach. He stepped to his right imposing himself in Vincents path just before the "Red-Magister" would be within Fenris' conventional melee range. His blade already moving in the diagonal side-step that also saw Fenris close in. His blade was accelerated in its approach, the surface oscillating as the liquified edge cycled, and a disruptive field permeated from the blades very presence, creating a focused blade-shaped disruptive force with multiple physical and metaphysical aforementonioned layers. -
Fenris: -It was a swift cut from Fenris' right to left, contrasting his step and creating an imposing sweep that would mean in order for the enemy to get close he would have to brave the swords path and interception. As this happened he leaned slightly towards his right with his step, He was privvy to the fact this might be some sort of attempt at deception, and it was worth noting that during his movement a strange dark yet silvery "mist" seemed to follow in his wake, as it plumed off his body. If his opponent thought Fenris was going to let him close enough to use his daggers without responding with his own blades then Vincent was sadly mistaken, especially if he thought the daggers lighter and shorter shape would compensate for the reach of an actual sword, while the hand-axe was also a deceptively light weapon. The bearded head somewhat "petite" compared to axes of other cultures. Sensing the magister through a myriad of ways including, sound, night-vision, scent, and simply metaphysical instinct and intuition.
Vincent Fiorelli
Unfortunately, there had been no traces of these 'oscillations' near the Red Magister when the first snap of his fingers occurred, let alone the second. Thus, try as he might, there was little in the way of control for his would-be enemy regarding Vincent's immediate surroundings, especially given the fact he was monitoring his surroundings through virtue of his mental map. As such, combustion had not occurred, yet the concussive shockwave had impacted against the 'echo' of the sonic strike, which had demolished the pillar the Red Magister had been previously sitting upon, seemingly causing it to grow. However, this was inconsequential, seeing as how it did not spell danger for either of them, and swiftly dismissed a moment after. That said, if Fenris continued attempting to attack the Fiorelli, he would have little choice but to react in kind, regardless of his Aspect perishing or not.
This spelled a conundrum for Fenris. To start with, the fact that he was relying on his vision alone whilst facing forward toward the Red Magister, who was off in the distance and on a stone pillar automatically disregarded the fact that he would have noticed Wilhelm closing in from his right side. There was no Red Magister nearing Fenris, only the Aspect christened Wilhelm. The fact Fenris stepped to the right in the selfsame moment that Wilhelm was attempting to drive his dagger into the individual's neck from the right side of Fenris' location further reinforced the notion of the metal biting into his enemy's flesh, especially since he had not faced Wilhelm at all just yet. Stepping to the right while targeting the Red Magister, who continued to perch atop that faraway stone pillar, simply meant Fenris was continuing to face him and not his Aspect. In this manner, a sweep from right to left would have invariably spelled nothing but peace for Wilhelm, given that he was striking Fenris from the right side and the sweep had been toward the left. It was unfortunate for Fenris that physics and positioning dictated the logic and course of close quarters combat, and considering none of these things took place separately - in fact, several taking place simultaneously -, it was somewhat of a disappointment to find out how easily the Lupine's skin split.
Fenris
Fenris: No traces of these "oscillations" yet creating one himself? Well whatever was clever. Despite the little verbal snaffu of the writer, nothing really changed actually. Fenris still stepped to the position relative to the aspect, and still cut intercepting "Wilhelm" before he got anywhere close to his neck, and in turn causing the male to be completely open to the ensuing cut as he focused on offense trying to go for Fenris neck. The "aspect" would find itself cut in two, as the silvery dark mist around as still regardless of who Fenris was targeting a swing was a swing, and it was coming from the direction of the dolls approach regardless. The wake of the strike would carrying the severed parts of the body away him blasting them into a nearby house, as that dark mist around him followed the wake of the attack causing a stream of those dark particles to head towards the magister, as it became clear Fenris had been targeting both the magister and the aspect. : D
Vincent Fiorelli
With Fenris stepping relative to the Aspect, things had definitely changed in the battlefield. In fact, with Wilhelm stepping out of the shadows only to find Fenris turning to face him, the Aspect simply swayed back to narrowly avoid the sweep of his enemy's blade. However, it did not end there for this particular individual, for the moment the sweep ran past its threatening arc, Wilhelm stepped in with his left dagger aiming directly toward Fenris' throat and his right hand's dagger aiming to intercept the trajectory of his opponent's blade to lock guards with it. Given that the only movement Fenris had executed was with his right hand, a singular sweep from left to right, stepping into close quarters combat whilst tangling his right leg with his opposition's left, and his own remaining slightly behind as support... A stab at his throat from this position with his opposite dagger keeping Fenris' blade busy at the base spelled certain death for the Lupine. Perhaps he should have studied close quarters tactics a little better before assuming a single sweep would've stopped this particular Aspect, considering tactics like these were not only simple to avoid, but also easy to follow up on, especially when the bodies were so close to each other's.
Fenris
Fenris: Blocking an accelerated sword with a dagger, while still trying to stab was not a good idea at the best of times. Trying to parry would see that force focused upon the meager shape of the dagger and probably bat right through it, not too mention the wake of black fog coming down with the swords wake pressing into the body, which had already threatened to blast him away regardless. He might have stopped the severance but that would not stop his body from being propelled at the "red-magister" in a rising horizontal whirlwind of dark rapidly moving particles, seeking to rend the male apart and then slam into his "apparent master".
Vincent Fiorelli
When the dagger made contact with Fenris' sword, an iridescent light radiated from its surface, producing quelling reverberations that mimicked the blade's own. In reality, what had occurred was that the common-looking, yet uncommon, dagger, merely matched the sword at the base. Had it been parried near the middle of the blade, the sword's force would've undoubtedly tore right through the dagger, and yet, the section the closest to the guard saw no such advantage for the weapons. All in all, the daggers were simply cancelling out supernatural influences, locking the both of them into a simple melee, given that was exactly what the Lupine had wanted to begin with. Given the fact that the enemy's blade had been stopped at the base, in that case, and that the black fog had never occurred, thus the blast of force growing negated as well, all that remained was a close quarters combat with the Aspect of Wilhelm pressed against Fenris' chest, with his right dagger's tip against the man's throat and the left locked against the guard of his sword.
