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2EzekielHarbinger: -pulls one of the many 10-inch needle-like throwing knives from his left bracer, throwing it quickly with enough force to sink it at least 3 inches into a marble column, aiming straight at Mal's chest-
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4MalfurionXXI: -He quickly dodges behind the column and chuckles darkly, flowing into the shadows there and out behind the other male with a wide and toothy grin.-
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6EzekielHarbinger: -glancing back to the shadows he could see the elder male slinking through them, just as easily as he himself could, chuckling as he would re-appear with a toothy grin. He'd basically hold his left hand up as the needle like throwing knife would pull itself free from the coumn and return back to him, catching it before slipping it back into its place along side the others within the bracer on his forearm- I would have been disapointed had that hit you.
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8MalfurionXXI: "I may be ancient, but I'm not that ancient. And there is more to Me than what meets the eye, as the saying goes." He would chuckle and stand beside the other male in somewhat more of a supernatural demon look than a dragon, and there were reasons for it. Aside from the extra long and thick horns that curled up and over and back down from His currently humanoid head not many would know that this immortal creature was anything more than some random demon, unless they could sense what He held in reserve, secretly tucked away beneath a few intricately woven layers of decpetion and illusion, including his own physical form such as it was. Malfurion did not need to hide who He really was at this point and though the mere illusion of His form was for convienience He would casually lean back against the column that the Harbinger's weapon had hit and chuckled somewhat, His prowess nearly at full bore without the web of deceptions He normally kept about Him when traveling amidst lesser creatures of the realm. "Fancy a spar, Harbinger?" The Shadow Prince smirked, solid black eyes gleaming with mirth.
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10EzekielHarbinger: The very sense of the shadowy lord before was quite different from the other times he had been around him, he wasn't trying even remotely to hide anything about his true self, the shadows hugging his frame was no where close to as thick and intricately woven as it had be the last few times, it seemed Ezekiel wasn't the only one to keep his true prowess hidden from those who couldn't even begin tounderstand the full extent of the shadows and what they had to offer. "Just because one is ancient doesn't mean they know how to move accordingly." he'd chuckle lightly as he would respond to the statement. Even though there were no other realmed beings near by, Ezekiel kept his true appearance hidden, being 'on the run' even from his own realmed kin, he learned quickly not to give too much into the fact he was born into a race practically bred for spying, which eventually became their undoing. But something about the shadowed lord spoke volumes to the Harbinger, letting the shadowy illusions fall from his frame, 4 sets of demonic scaled horns graced his head, no where near as long as the lords mind you, one way for many of the shadowed kinn to be able to see rank really, the very flesh along his frame darkened to that of the endless void, the only part of his physical appearance aside form his chosen clothing and accessories that would have jumped out were the bright green orbs held within the pitch black pools of his gaze. Intrigued by the speak of a spar he'd grin darkly, only another shadowy being would have seen as even his teeth and mouth had become pure shadows, "A chance to spar one of the shadowy lords of my home realm, I'd had to be a complete idiot to turn that down."
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12MalfurionXXI  "Oh, indeed. And no one would want to offend a Shadow Lord of the Realm." The ancient one laughed, half in jest and the other half in mock-seriousness making it hard to discern whether or not the Demon Lord was actually serious or not and as He turned slightly to glance around the room a moment His eyes would suddenly shift from solid black to that void color of ultraviolet that was an even brighter flare of the same UV light that was one of His many powers, but something else was different about it as that sudden violet coloring vanished as if being swallowed up by the well of darkness that made up His eyes normally and He did not blink again until they were solid in color once more, perhaps as if something of His powers were shifting or maybe even as if there was yet another secret to Him that had not been revealed. Something else was interesting here, the sheer intensity of the prowess of the Ancient Shadow-Void Dragon-Demon was far beyond anything of a typical Dragon Lord, and not just because He also walked among the undead, this being's natural state where He was able to survive within the void as well as within the shadow planes of his homeworld, but in that instant there was a flare of power that was more than just what one might expect of a Shadow-Void Dragon, something even darker and more powerful than He had revealed at this stage in the game. "I'll make a deal with you, Harbinger, I won't kill you if you lose of course. Nay, a test of skills, but with a little extra added in. But should you lose to Me you would come to My call, should I ever need a favor in the future and likewise I would place a boon on the table as your reward should you best Me. A wager, of a sort." The Shadow Prince's gaze turned back to the Harbinger as He finished speaking and smiled broadly. 
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14EzekielHarbinger: Listening carefully to every aspect of the Lord's words, the tone in which they were spoken, even the very lacing of what would lie between the lines sort of speak, everything about the statement he made was taken into consideration. Then, there was that shift in the powers that be, the ultra violet light that had come through the lord's gaze once before, but this time something more, a new sense of energy presented itself, a hint as it were to what lies beneath the intricately woven web of shadows, an energy he thought he had noted prior to this meet, but now more sure of it than before. Though the dark male before him appeared as one of the shadowy demonic lords of the abyssal realms, the energy spoke loudly to Ezekiel, that of a voided dragon, a rare race in on itself, having only ever faced one far younger than this lord before him, he never thought he would ever come across another in his immortal life time. Further more, it was how the two energies were laced together that intrigued him, the dragonic energy being not so much surpressed but dominated by that of the demonic energy, allowing the demon lord the absolute control it sought over the shadow void dragon it posessed, which only spoke volumes to the very prowess of the demon lord himself to be able to accomplish such a feat. The bright green orbs within the endless pools of pitch black rose to the face of the Lord once again, everything about what the Harbinger had just learned being calculated ever so carefully within his mind, he listened to the wager offered, though he truly didn't like the idea of being in debted to a dark lord he truly knew nothing about, he was how ever interested in what this reward could mean for him. He thought carefully on everything he just witnessed, how he heard the words spoken, the intensity of the energies that were woven together, even how the Lord appeared to hold his very image of himself, before finally speaking once again, his voice echoing from the depths of every shadow that surrounded them ever so slightly as to not give away too much of his own prowess still, "How could I turn down such a wager to a Lord such as yourself." playing into a touch of what he had learned from the energies alone, the dark grin turning more devilish as a shift would cross his own blackened flesh, as the shadows would absorb into his own being alchemic markings would surface along his arms, shoulders, chest, back and stomach, pitch black skeletal hands, and ribs protruded from his body, each bone intricately marked completely with the delicate work of runic spells. "I accept your wager, though, by the end, you may wish you had asked more of me that a mere favor."
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16MalfurionXXI  Malfurion nodded, smiling as He did so and watched the imperceptible shift in the Harbinger's awareness as His full power shifted back to His control. "You caught that, didn't you?" He chuckled once more, "Ah, and yet you have accepted My wager even after catching sight of what I truly am and a glimpse of what I am capable of." There was a significant emphasis on how Malfurion spoke of Himself, the difference between He Himself, and the Shadow-Void Dragon He was in process of possessing entirely. Then He did continue, once more glancing around the open area of the room between the large columns after a moment, "Well then, I may wish to have asked for more than a favor, but that is My wager at this time." The Demon Lord, no Shadow-Void Dragon-Demon Lord merely smiled, His thoughts as dark as His obsidian gaze if not darker. He observed the appearance of the blackened bone shaped armor of the Harbinger that appeared from the shadows around him, every millimeter covered in markings of powerful runic spells and something more that which Mal was able to sense from it and a smile rose on His expression once more. "Good, you're well prepared. Now, where should we decide to hold our spar here, I think that this building might not last if the two of us shadow beings were to use any sort of our abilities within its halls. However, destruction is in My nature and so I am not opposed to bringing it down, and also it is not My concern whether or not it remains standing once we have had our fun here." The ancient Demon Lord Prince would smile devilishly at the idea of demolishing the rather empty building as the two sparred. Mal then stepped into the center of the room and called forth the Shadow-Void Dragon's powers and let His own image or the illusion of such, perhaps, to change and fade to a darker and more ominous visage, His face changing to that of a dragon on a smaller scale than that of His full form, claws and armor, and talons might be one thing but at His full size, His wings alone might just bring the building down in one swoop at the sheer gargantuan size of the creature He was, beyond this towering upright being, easily reaching upwards of ten feet tall now. Darkened skin and shadows swirled over His leathery skin even as it glowed with the powers of the void within His being. "Shall we?" He spoke in the Shadow language of Dragons and of the Abyss, reaching up a hand and holding up a darkened Orb that glowed in that same Ultraviolet light that was a known ability of His, and there were a few items of note that had not been visible earlier, weapons in His possession that when drawn could be seen to hold at least one pure Blue colored gemstone in the hilt of each. A pair of matching daggers and a short sword of a unique curved design that also held matching stones that decorated the hilt of it. And another thing that would be seen may be that the horns curving back over His head also held multiple stones now where they had not been before. "I am much looking forward to this, Harbinger." His booming voice echoed now within the halls, still in the language they two would speak in common. 
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18EzekielHarbinger: The bright green orbs of his gaze peered on as the Dark Lord took on a far better appearance, well better to Ezekiel as it was the appearance he could sense from the energy alone, the sheer size of such a beast was more than enough to bring the halls down around them, not that it was of any concern to the Harbinger, his very name mean 'He who destroys', in the end even more shadows would be cast, either way, it was a win win in his mind. Even though the beast before him now stood about 10 feet in height, he knew this was not the full extent of his true form, undoubtly that was yet to come, but even still this large being before him would present him with a new level of a challenge he so enjoyed, even with the shadows allowing it to move as freely as he would desire, and no doubt in his mind a great deal of training was held for the beast to move rather quickly, the sheer size alone would prevent and greater speeds to be reached, not too mention a great deal more energy burned to move such a size. The energy of the void itself swirling around within the very being of the massive lord spoke more to their home, the chaotic energy that was neither tamed nor free as it were, an energy that called to any and all darkened kin. Ezekiel's gaze danced around the frame of the being before him, taking note of every detail of each of the weapons that now came into view, even the minor detailing that would appear along the Lord himself, not one was missed by his gaze. His steps would silently carry him across the floor towards Malfurion, the shadows that were casted throughout the hall beginning to flow towards Ezekiel to gather around his feet, thickening as they collected close to him, as other shadows from across his frame would begin to lift and absorb into his frame, revealing his own array of weaponary, a Damascus blade known as Abyssal Rage hung across the length of his back, a blade forged deep within the voidless pits of the abyss where ones very will is about the only thing to keep them alive, to build a weapon within these pits is forging ones Will into the weapon, allowing the channeling of energy and powers through the blade, the more energy one puts into the blade the hotter the deep violet flames would burn, never once weakening nor warping the blade in any way or form. Two medium length daggers would sit at the small of his back, Ese and Esa, the ebony sisters, Eternal Agony, one to break the mental stability of the opponent with an agony like no other which most beings would endure in the abyssal realms, the other to break the physical limits one think they hold over their own form by casting upon them wounds that heal so slowly one can not truly tell if it will ever heal. The needle like throwing knives along his bracers had already been seen by the Lord, but had he paid close attention he would have noticed a scent rather familair to him. Pins and Needles made of rolled cold steel for the sharpest of edges to never dull with a stength greater than most known materials available to most realms, they could very well pierce clean through the thickest part of any fleshy beings that roamed the realms, an added touch, they were sealed with the blood of voided dragon Ezekiel himself had slain many years ago, creating a new threat to any other dragons really, as the blood of a Void Dragon weakened the flesh of dragons, making it more along the lines of a thick rhino's hide rather than the shielded armor of a dragon's scale. Along his belt line were a few more throwing knives of regular size and shape, these, however, had with them a unique lacing created by Ezekiel himself with the very black blood that flowed throw his veins, if he was able to pierce the flesh of any being, dark or light, high born or low born, regardless the ranking, the black blood would act as a symbiotic being, moving through the beings bloodstream as it would begin to absorb the energy from every last ounce of the being itself, growing and spreading as it would devour the being, essentially the being would begin to be eaten alive from the inside out until nothing was left of the being, or until Ezekiel called it back, where it would, in turn, give the energy and information it had absorbed to Ezekiel, sometimes even a new ability depending on the being. To top it all off he had recently taken to a new set of weapons within the realm he wandered, the hunters here were rather interesting, to say the least, as they were able to create a line of weapons that could kill nearly every dark being that roamed this realm and many others. The hunter's dual dessert eagles sat snuggly against the two daggers at the small of his back, runic spells and incantations creating an energy unique to those of white witches, casting a dark beings very soul back into the dark pits of the abyssal realms to be devoured by the many varying other souls looking to survive. Naturally, he wouldn't dare leave extra ammo behind, two sets of extended clips rested near the back o
19EzekielHarbinger: of the belt in such a manner it would allow Ezekiel to be able to drop one clip and reload in a simple motion, one he had perfected for absolute efficiency and accuracy while in battle. His frame was calm and relaxed despite the clear difference in size between the two, though most would see it as cocky, it was merely the idea of being ready for what ever would come his way. "Let's get this show on the road." he would merely motion towards the lord to come at him, "Lords first." 
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21MalfurionXXI  The nebulous appearance of the Shadow-Void Dragon Lord was part in parcel to the substance that he was made of and being controlled by Malfurion gave Him that power as well, His physical form shifted slightly when looked at directly and appearing to vanish under direct scrutiny such as a shadow would when you stare at it for a time and then look at another spot or another and the same thing would happen. Being a living shadow had its advantages and disadvantages, as many could easily surmise just by knowing what creatures were made of and where they came from. It was this form that Malfurion used, the shadow form surrounded by and infused by the form of the void's power within the Shadow-Void Demon-Dragon's true form, not to mention the undead existence as well as certain other powers that could be felt even if not seen with the eye. Malfurion's stone encrusted horns gleamed in various blue and purple-pink hues as the void powers permeated the form of the Dragon-Demon Lord Himself, combined with the shadows of the abyss He could also call upon at will that suffused His being in this transient, transparent state rendering His form incorporeal even though it had a visual form and substance when viewed in this way. He could be an illusion but this was more of a half-truth, as it were. A combination of humanoid qualities and Dragon, as well as the Demon who had nearly complete control of this being now. Their bargain sealed and the deal nearly complete. What Malfurion had not told Ezekiel was that the Dragon Lord who He had sensed was now His subject, owing the debt of his soul to the Demon Lord who now possessed Him and soon would own him entirely. His existence within Malfurion was fated, his own fate sealed in blood and the letter of the contract nearly complete. As Malfurion, in essence, would assume His identity, becoming the Shadow-Void Dragon and still able to maintain His original form within or without this new form. He had done so many times before with minions of His choosing, but this was by far the most advantageous and most impressive assimilation the Demon Lord Prince had ever before achieved. None but He, Malfurion, would ever know what the deal had been made for, but the Dragon Lord had sold His soul for it and in so realizing His error had attempted escape several moons ago and yet, by will and by deed of contract Malfurion was set to collect and the gates would soon close on this bargain. The being known as Malfurion took a step forward and drew the sword from His back, two sets of eyes now gleaming with power as His hands wrapped around the weapon He now held. It would be a short sword in His hands, but it was mighty at the size it was now, going from a mere 3.5 feet in length to now just over five feet in length it had a deadly looking hook cut and curved back at the top, back side of the squared end of the blade. Shadowed symbols flowed over the surface of the blade as Malfurion the Shadow-Void Dragon Lord now held its power as His own. He grasped the blade in His right clawed hand and the dark, glowing Shadow-Void Dragon Orb floated over to His left hand. Bright and dark Ultraviolet light spilled from the Dragon Orb as His eyes had done previously, both bright and dark at the same time and casting shadows of its own but that was not Malfurion's only ability in play. Being incorporeal He could move so much faster than any corporeal being, shadow-stepping faster and covering distances at flying speeds instead of ground speed. His black shadowed blade, "Quintessence" reached out and the blue gemstones along the hilt, set in a swirled pattern would glow as the UV Light but in a bright light that pierced the dark shadows and light of the Orb He held, the power of the Sword, such as the name itself, being a substance described as essentially Life itself, or pure self-generating energy, the key aspect of this weapon is to channel aether, an element which exists to some degree in everything and explains the unexplainable, also enables the wielder with its ability to heal any lifeform and grant restorative longevity. The Sword itself was cold steel and also a weapon of shadow itself. The substance of aether being neither inherently good nor evil but could attune to and amplify of the negative aspects of a person and greatly accentuate them, leading to further corruption. Malfurion wielded pure creative energy as the power that did now flow along the blade of the weapon as bright pure white light instead of actual physical damage to be absorbed. His attack, if it were to connect would be aimed at the Harbinger's left side, the effect to take place would be to shatter the central piece of bone armor that protected his body. 
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