Dang...I've been gone and Hakker and DH tear this RP apart.
I had no this was a fighting RP for that matter.
I'll wait.

I'm first.

"Volatile, you lucked out." Nwol said and then began to walk forward, as his human form began to disintergrate into a dark skinned wraith. His eyes became pure green, his face hidden by a purplish head wrap head wrap.

"I hope you are ready for a real fight now." Nwol said, his voice deepened, more menacing, demonic. His eyes glowed violently. In an instant, his right hand glowed intensily and he slashed air, a large thin sharp wave of energy was shot at the right clone.

Hakker cursed as his opponent lucked out, targeting the real deal this time as he threw up his shield, trying to get out of the way of the wave of wind. The attack sliced a chunk from his shield and severed the tip of the feather located upon his hat, but the mage survived undamaged physically. "See, was that so hard?" He asked, though his face twitched in what could be called 'slight terror'. "Your aim seems a bit rusty, though."

"Who says my aim was off?" He questioned Hakker as he extended his arm at the missing chunk of the shield and launched in towards his opponents face with sudden force and quickness and then raised his arm up, causing the dirt on the ground the rise up in the air.

("Now then, let's get inside your head, shall we.") A voice echoed inside of Hakker's, Nwol's voice.

Hakker's grin widened as the clone vanished without a trace, allowing him to focus more. He raised his shield as the shard flew up at him, only to be absorbed back into his shield, slowly causing the missing chunk to regenerate. "My my, so busy all of a sudden." He murmered, waving his sword around above his head, sparks running over the length of the blade.

His eyes widened ever so slightly as he heard the voice, almost causing him to lose his concentration, though he quickly recovered, ignoring the voice.

("I can read your every thought. Your an open book to me. Now let's see. Ahhhh...interesting....very...hm....now let me look more deeply into your soul.")

Nwol began to approach, now raising his hand at Hakker himself, an attempt to lift and throw him about, perhaps off balance. In his other hand, an intense glow of energy, he flicked his wrist and a sword formed from the darkness he summoned, one of a pure energy made solid.

"Now let's see what you really can do." Nwol said mockingly. "If im wasting my time or not."

"Oh my, a visitor in my humble head? You'll have to excuse the mess." He replied, trying to distract the invader as he threw up the best mental defense he could muster in a short period of time, particularly in front of his memories of his fighting. "Though, I'd be careful... In my mind, I am god, after all." He warned his opponent.

Hakker grinned as he allowed himself to be thrown, landing on his hands and knees, roughly planting his sparking blade in the dust like he had before, tossing up a new cloud of dust, although this one appeared much smaller, and almost immediately vanishing as well, revealing the Red Mage standing in a small pit, his sword now having a weak, red shine.

Nwol dove into his mind, not examining the fighting, but starting from day one and going from that point, reading each and every thought and memory in seconds, information flowing from his mind to Nwol's.

("Your no god Hakker. No chance with that. Your a book to me. A book with a few sticking pages. I'll just have to foorce you open.")


He pressed harder, his defenses would be no match mentally. His eyes glowed intensily, further then before as he stood still. Energy built up quickly and swiftly around him.

"Do you think you can match the power of the void?"

Hakker grunted, his free hand clutching his throbbing his head as his opponent dug into his memories. He was good, better than him at this, and the mage knew it was only a matter of time before Nwol found something that would mean his demise. His mind raced as fast as it could without dropping his guard that was barely slowing the intruder off. "All is permitted in love and war, huh?" He asked, cringing as he reached a conclusion.

He'd have to beat his opponent up, or at least force him to focus on the fight, and soon.

His hand slid over the length of his blade, the red shine vanishing into his palm and slowly being replaced by a white glow, which seemed to consume the blade. Wasting no time, he rushed forward, making a blind dash towards his opponent.

Nwol twirled the newly created blade and then closed is eyes. Shadow's danced around him as an inhumane scream was heard from them. Screams that invoked the thoughts of demons and hell. Nwol found a memory and tugged at it, malforming it and altering it slowly, making that memory the current though on his mind. His defense was weak, too specific.

"Indeed." Nwol stated preparing something wicked.

Hakker froze for a split second. He suddenly felt slightly different, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Had his opponent cast a spell on him? ... No, that couldn't have been it.

Suddenly, it hit him. Could he... Really have the power to change his memories? He tried to go through every memory in his mind, but he couldn't find anything strange in them.

It dawned on him that he had less time to beat his opponent if he was capable of such an astonishing ability. He stopped his charge, planting his sword in the ground. "You play a dirty game, Wraith." He growled, getting onto his knees in a position of pure concentration, attempting to cover his mind with the strongest lock he could think of. "But two can play this mind game!" He stated confidently, hoping to have a slight advantage since he was now literally fighting on his own territory.

Nwol stopped there and then pushed his arms outward to his side and then slammed them forward shouting something incoherent and foreign to Hakker's ears. As he did this. The energy disapated and it was sent forth taking the form of a demon dragon as it spiralled forward opening it's mouth roaring. Nwol had created a rift in this world to create such a thing, magic that came directly from the void. Nwol remained in his poisition, a dark aura forming around his hands.

Hakker grinned as the dragon spiraled at him, his eyes closed and seemingly not reacting to it's presence and threat. "Well, if you're going to call in help..." He murmered as both his sword and shield were suddenly sucked into the ground by two almost invisible lumps occupying the ground near the mage, who did his best to remain concentrated, the strain of calling the two forms into being causing his attention to dwindle for a few seconds.

The first of the forms moved away from the combat, circling around the focusing mage, clearly indicating it's intent to not let anyone come near.

The second took a more aggressive approach, heading straight towards the demon, the ground splitting as the form shot out of the ground, revealing itself to be a clone of the Red Mage, brandishing a larger, two handed version of the gold encrusted sword as he soared towards the menacing dragon.

As the clone soared through the air, the creature roared and continued to go at it as if he wasn't there. Nwol began to approach steadily as the attack rushed the clone.

"This is no summon." Nwol stated. "Energy, pure and simple. This is all it is."