Mydei (
warchiseled) wrote2025-07-07 06:12 pm
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the last prince.
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remnos, the mist-shrouded city of chaos and war! Its royal lineage is tainted with patricide, and its god bears the name of calamity. The undying Mydeimos, the lion apart from the rest. Chrysos Heir who seeks the Coreflame of Strife, must suffer a thousand deaths, be bathed in blood on the path home, and bear the madness of fate alone. — Kingslayer be king, godslayer be god. Iron-hooves pound across the wilderness for the campaign, and must eventually soak in the blood of their homeland.

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But Phainon has very rarely confided in him.
Mydei didn't bother to block this attack, and instead taking the full hit to the side of his face. Golden blood filled his mouth, spilling past his lips as he moves with the momentum of the punch.
He dropped to the floor, aiming a kick to Phainon's legs to knock him over again.]
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Quit it with the kicking.
[A sidestep this time, and then he’s reaching out to grab at the back of Mydei’s neck to try and roughly hoist him back up onto his feet like a scruffed cat.]
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[When he grinned, it kinda looked slightly demented, with all the blood coating his teeth. Its fine dwbi.
Mydei was too busy trash talking to move much, though, and suddenly he's being yanked up like long cat and he looks like
?????]
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[Mydei is released. No longer a scruffed Mydei. Phainon gives him a moment to recover from the shock and then he’s throwing another punch. Another body shot this time, because he does feel a bit bad going for the face]
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Mydeimos will remember this.]
HKS. You can't put rules in place after the match has started.
[Mydei is quick on his feet, and unlike last time, he didn't take the hit. He quickly deflected Phainon's blow, countering with his own to Phainon's chest.]