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[They spend 3 WP for 9 extra dice: 9,6,9,2,8,2,2,10,2,9,4,1,9  -> 9]

*Rollz*

On and on went the flurry of blows. The warrior-mystic gave no room for the possessed yordle to maneuver - his lightning-strikes numbing to the touch. But the pain was worth it. So focused was the attacker that when the serpent tail lashed out from hiding, he only had a moment to glance its way before venomous fangs bit deep into his forearm! Yet his shock literally became the tail's as a current of electricity shot up the serpent's length and into Asriel's body! It was enough to cause the now ridged and zigzagging snake to let go, and no sooner had it than the poisoned ninja flashed several yards away, grabbing at his wound.

[Take 2 Bashing]

Asriel was still affected by the force of the ninja's last kick, catching himself on the back foot. Being unprepared, the weakened leg couldn't fully support the albino's meager weight, the mage staggering before almost immediately finding steady footing again, more through determination than his physical condition. No matter how beat up he was, he mustn't show it! Through the combination of an ordinarily deadly amount of adrenaline and the mere will for survival of multiple pneuma and demon entities, time moved incredibly slow. To say that Veigar was an incredibly rapid spell-caster was an understatement. In an instant, the mage's sinister aura intensified, eyes blazing, the channeled magical energy around the metallic gauntlet and demonic tail spiking, being so vast it was visible to the naked eye. The serpent tail, being by far the fastest part of the albino, darted forward with open mouth with great force. Seemingly disregarding their distance, the supernaturally strong appendage struck immediately without even traveling half an inch, fangs piercing like the sharpest of daggers while pushing further to throw the assailant off balance while the mage slashes the perilously sharp claws of his gauntlet across the air.

[Dimensional Cut (3) -- Wits + Occult + Source vs. Target's Defense + Source [Spend 1 WP, target must be in line of sight. You may use melee attacks regardless of distance from target. Veigar may utilize a more deadly version of this, converting all melee damage to Aggravated. Using another WP to boost +3 dice.
2,3,9,9,1,10,7,2,5,6,10,8,5,3,10,2  ->  1,10 -> 4]

[Alright, take a beat. Describe what happens as you (near?) kill the purple ninja. ]

Having never seen anything like Veigar's spell, the ninja was unprepared for what was about to happen. Despite the distance, the snake's infernal fangs struck his leg like invisible daggers before supernatural force threw him off-balance. From then on, he was at Veigar's mercy. And there was none. With gritted teeth and unmistakable fury, the usually calm and mad sorcerer finally showed his true face. With both gauntlets radiating dark, glistening mana, he let go off the staff. Immediately followed a slash through the air with his right, the pointed claws of his gauntlets tearing through the ninja's left arm and chest as if there was no distance. The assailant felt them painfully dig in and across his flesh, searing pain spreading rapidly as the poison started to weaken. The first was immediately followed up by the slash of Veigar's left claw, tearing through from the other side in an instant. Pushed nearly to his own death, there was no mad smile to the possessed yordle, only burning fury, as a relentless assault of endless, unavoidable claw strikes hailed down on the ninja, each one more grave than the previous. Breaking through the yordle's impressive endurability with sheer force, Veigar elicited cries filled with agony. Cries, that would immediately pull Asriel from the blur, all of his hair standing on edge.

(S-Stop!) The albino's shout went unheeded in his mind.

Unable to act, Asriel was forced to watch as Veigar was continuing his flurry of slashes.

(STOP IT! YOU ARE KILLING HIM!)

The twitch of an eye was the only sign that the ancient sorcerer was hearing him.

(I'M BEGGING YOU, STOP! STOP IT, PLEASE!)

Veigar gritted his teeth stronger as he put even more into his slashes.

"STOP IT!"

The mage stopped mid-motion, golden eyes flickering. He panted heavily, idly standing there for a few seconds before the golden flame returned to full strength.

"No, Asriel."

They started walking with shaky steps towards the ninja, grabbing the staff with the left while lifting their right gauntlet, whereupon the badly injured yordle floated into the air.

"Did you see any mercy in his eyes as he attacked us?! Do you really think that he would have shown us mercy?! Are you blind or just unfathomably stupid?! If it wasn't for me, you would be all dead!"

Standing right before the ninja now, Veigar took a good look at their greatly wounded enemy, before removing both gauntlets. He put their hands around his neck.

"Let this be a life lesson."

Surprising all of them, the ninja put his hands up against the albino's hands despite his condition. However, he was too weak to prevent anything as Veigar started to squeeze.

(NO! STOP IT! STOP IT! Stop.... please...)

"It's about time you get a feeling for this."

Having fought back control over his body before, even if temporary, it seemed still possible. However, Veigar's presence was growing, already starting to consume him. Fully regaining control over himself from his current position could very well be impossible. But perhaps over part of his body? Asriel then remembered what had happened between him and Mog, putting his entire focus into the demonic appendage. He could feel the evil mage claiming his soul, making him slowly become Veigar. With one last push of will, the serpentine tail lunged out, sinking its infernal teeth into the ninja's dying form. Their burning gaze immediately darted to the snake's head, one hand loosening from the ninja's neck to quickly grab it. Though even before his hand could reach, Asriel got pulled through.

"You litt..-l.."

The burning gaze died down quickly. Veigar felt a quickly increasing, insurmountable distance growing between him and his host, his influence over the albino being entirely cut. He was furious. But he was unable to act without him, ossified for the time being as control over Asriel's body was ceded to Fizz.

[Regain all WP from acting on your virtue of Humility.]

Asriel's vision blurred for but a moment, only for a different view to come into focus. Like staring at a mirror, he saw his body staring back at him, a twisted reflection made worse by a darkening sky. Pain ached across his newly borrowed form. Wounds burning as the cold air kissed at raw flesh. The mage could barely hear anything over the pulsating of his heart. Agony came with every breath, the stench and taste of iron impossible to ignore.

From one form of nearly dying to another. With wide blue eyes, Asriel stared up into his own crimson pupils. He spat blood, moans and cries of unbearable pain revivifying. He desperately wished to fall unconscious. Which didn't happen. He was forced to endure. Though being partially responsible for these injuries, this was only fair. His borrowed form was shaking, every heavy breath filling him with nothing but pain. Despite all this ache, he could still distinctly feel where he had been choked. Though what hit the yordle even harder was the fact that he was the cause for this, which showed in even more tears rolling down beside those of pain.

(I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry...)

The world was a hot blur, his head spinning. Asriel took a moment, just idly laying on the floor and trying to cope with this excruciating pain. This was obviously no solution. He considered immediately returning and trying to patch the injured yordle up. However, this situation was different than with Mog. He did not only try to escape a mere influence. Veigar had grown to a dominant force that almost completely forced its way into his very soul. The mere thought of becoming him caused an icy shudder. Yet, he didn't know, so Asriel decided to give it a cautious try. He closed the ninja's heavy eyes, concentrating on where the serpentine tail bit him. It took a while, but the pain started to fade into the background as he focused himself on this point alone. Suddenly, sinister aura soared, spiked, trying to grab and pull. Asriel immediately fought back, struggling within Veigar's incorporeal grasp before barely managing to escape. The ninja's eyes shot back open, the pain quickly returning. Panic-struck, Asriel tried to painfully distance this hurting, borrowed form from his original body, managing a few inches on the ground, as he mentally pushed far away, frantically even, into the aching comfort of the injured yordle. Given the ninja's condition and Asriel's panic, he pushed far deeper into the assailant's mind than he ever could have in Mog. He couldn't return. He mustn't return. So deep had the yordle pushed, that he began to see flashes of memories that were not his own. Confusion started to grow before a flash that showed the beige yordle.

"Vyke..."

The brown-furred yordle stirred, looking around. Having spotted where the rogue had been flung to, Asriel forced the ninja's body onto his legs, causing even more pain to come through the growing numbness. After taking two, four, eight, twenty-one wobbling steps into his lovers direction, he would finally collapse, falling into deep unconsciousness.

Clear, blue, open sky,
Chaos thunders all around,
The lightning long past

Sitting with knees to the floor, the yordle laid down his brush beside the scroll in front of him, breathing deep the incense that burnt nearby. Peace, calm, the stress of mind and body melted away into the back of his mind as he began meditation. Yet though his eyes were closed, his ears twitched, listening to the wind through the trees outside. And the sound of an intruder sneaking up behind him.

Not knowing where he was or how he got here, the albino looked around, seeing trees and architecture he was not familiar with. And sitting, seemingly within the center, was this yordle, neatly garbed in purple attire. He only dared to approach a few steps as it looked like this other yordle was busy. Of course he had questions. Where was he? How did he get home from here? The albino frowned. Home? There were perhaps more gaps in his mind. But he didn't mean to disturb the other yordle. So the albino sat down, waiting patiently as he listened to the gentle rustling of leaves, trying to remember the blanks in his mind. Something about this entire situation seemed... familiar. Exhaling deeply, the albino laid down onto his back, staring up into the sky. The wind constantly carried a whiff of incense into his direction. He couldn't deny, that something was bothering him, gnawing on the back of his mind. Yet, he hasn't been so relaxed in a long time. Was he here because he wanted something from this yordle perhaps?

[Hmm... roll Wits + Composure]

[Wait, you're in a dream. Use the highest ratings among your mental and social attributes.]

[Would be intelligence and composure: 9,7,5,8,4,2,7,6,9 ]

Without anything to distract or do harm, Asriel began to realize where he was. Not from deep, analytical thinking, but rather, instinct. The images may have been different, but the feeling, the sense of mutability - and the fact he hadn't once blinked since becoming self-aware. This was a dream, and it was not his own.

"Come closer," said the other yordle. "We need to talk."

After realisation hit him, he began to vaguely remember. The absence of information he was currently experiencing... this in particular was quite familiar. A blur of identity. It occasionally happened in ordinary dreams. Though it appeared to be rather common in 'these' type of dreams. A sign of verdancy. Thinking harder and harder, the albino recalled bits. An oppressive feeling, fear, and one sentence: I mustn't return.

"Come closer, we need to talk."

The albino sat up, looking over to the finely garbed yordle, needing another second to process. Did he know him? He quickly got up from the grass.

"O-oh, certainly!"

With an uneasiness in his stomach, he approached the other yordle. He really had no idea what to expect. Standing in front of the other yordle, the albino made sure to give a polite bow before he sat down, mimicking the way the opposing yordle was sitting. Now that he had a better look at his face, even with the mask, he seemed incredibly familiar. So familiar it actually hurt his head.

"Uhm... Do we know each other..?"

"That remains to be seen," said the crouching yordle. His voice never rose above a whisper, harsh on the throat but clear, and without hesitation. "Do you know who you are?"

In a distantly similar manner, also without hesitation, the albino replied. "Kennen Stormheart." He immediately looked off to the side, frowning. He couldn't answer that question before, but now, sitting in front of this other yordle, it seemed like the most obvious answer. And with the spoken name came shreds of memories. A fight against an evil mage. His headache became worse. "Something's off..." The albino looked back at the opposing yordle. He was so absurdly familiar, it was impossible that he didn't know him. "Who are you?"