"Well what do we have here? So you want to play now?" Arhra scoffs as he looks down at the marines, preparing to open fire. With a flick of his wrist, he knew his sons would breach the gates and enter the barracks within moments. Even without them, he was well aware that these pety humans were no match for his speed and assassin skills. Before he unsheathes his chainsword, he hears Aldaris prattling on about how he was an agent of Chaos and the like. "Oh you're just angry because you got your assess handed to you, one time after the other." he taunts, laughing lowly as he watches the commander and his marines be overtaken with emotion. "If you're getting so hostile with me, being no match that you are. Still, i ask, what makes you think you're a match for what lay within the Eye, hmmm?"

As abrupt and cynical as he was being with the marines, he took the time to listen to Shenba's words. "Hmm.. i heard all of that. And it was ignored." Then, in came the two people he was most looking forward to see. Cameron and Tamrissa. Always willing to boast about their weapons without knowing the purity of unarmed combat. Oh well. Kids will be kids. He jests at Cameron's threat of leaving and turns around completely to face the grey knight. ((right?))

"Oh ho ho! i See we've got a frisky one in the bunch! Good! Come and get it!" he howls in lustful joy as he unsheathes the tokarthmag (sp.?) and rushes in towards Cameron.

But just before he thrusts his dual arsenal into the grey knight's heart, his blades clash against a single, golden, slender samurai sword blade. The one holding the sword is none other than Danyael and his eyes gleam with an unbirddled anger, forcing back all around him. "Hey!! Knock it off!!" he roars as the aura around his blade intensifies. The urge to unsheath grandiel was high. But the Yamato would do just fine. He turns his eyes to Cameron and Tamrissa. "All of you!!

"You want to fight?! Fine! Do it with me! WHat sort of an example are you setting up for Lord Kartzeh?! You want to dishonor him amongst his friends?!" his voice deepens and amplifies itself as his invisible aura quakes the very balcony, and soon the entire assembly room. He turns his attention back over to Cameron and Tamrissa. "And you! Get back! NOW!" the darkness around him flounders around his free hand as he juts it out towards Cameron, gesturing for the grey knight to retreat with his index finger. "Submit, Arhra..." his voice commands in its now menacing tone. Due to his knowladge of the body, he now used sound to control the muscles of his enemies.

But Arhra was no easy enemy and remained still against Danyael's will. Danyael, now more impatient attempts again. This time with more force to his words. "Submit!!..Arhra!!" The dark eldar soon found himself moving against his will. His muscles began to sway under the frequency of Danyael's voice and force the crone lord to kneel before Danyael. But not without a slight bit of resistance. The nephilim lets out an animalistic growl as heated vapor leaks from his mouth, forcing Arhra to kneel competely. For only a single moment, Duriel's presence was made known to all around him, slowly pushing everyone around him away from him and Arhra. As Duriel's presence receeds itself, Arhra remains kneeled and silent for but a moment.

He lets out a small chuckle at Danyael's small demonstration. His chuckle turns into a laugh. And his laugh turns into a cackle. Forcing away the sonic hold on his muscles, Arhra stands tall and firm once again. "Heh. I see. Interesting." Suddenly, the tokathmarg slices up Danyael's face, slicing a gash across his left eye. As the blood gushes, Danyael lifts his free hand to cover the wound.

Arhra then unleashes an array of fast paced stirkes, stabs and slashes. But to no avail, Danyael batters back Arhra's attacks easily with his blade. Knowing now that frontal attacks were ineffective, the dark eldar resorted to a much more exrtravagant approach. As Danyael batters away the last of Arhra's attacks, he comes down on the dark eldar , cleaving him in two. Only an instant later, Danyael is impaled by a crimson red chainsword from behind, forcing him high into the ceiling of the auditorium. Arhra decloaks himself from behind Danyael, ripping thew chainsword from his back.

Danyael, using the force of gravity against him, pushes off from the ceiling, twisting his body into a downward axe kick as it slams itself into Arhra's shoulder, forcing the crone lord to the ground. In Danyael's decent, he comes down on Arhra with a downward slash, but is deflected by the tokathmarg flaring ominous energies from it, forcing back the surrounding marines.

Arhra glances up at danyael, whom is still in mid air, and meets him above the crowd, crossing swords in fast moving cuts and blows as the sounds of steel clashing resounded throughout the room. Sneaking in a gravitational shot, Danyael sends Arhra plumeting back to the ground.

Danyael, still in mid air, vanishes again, reappearing behind Arhra, with his blade at the dark eldar's neck. "Can you clone yourself fast enough this time?", he taunts to Arhra. The Yamato begins to radiate an incandesant blue around the blade as it begins to heat up Arhra's chaos armor. A swift elbow to the solar plexus forces Danyael through a pair of doors and Arhra stands to attack again. But not before two omnigenic claws slam down on the eldar, forcing him into the floor, then violently dragging him acorss the floor to meet Danyael, pulling him up at eye level.

"No weapons.", he says as he sheathes the yamato. In three swift blows, Arhra is sent sprawling across the room, followed closely by Danyael, who vanishes and reappears at the other side of the room, halting Arhra by the face. "And no tolerance." he adds a blurred fist smashes into Arhra's armor, sending him into the balcony. The dark Eldar lay there silently. Unmoving. Unspoken. Finally, as he gets up, he wipes the espestos and dust from his armor and vanishes, reappearing behind Rhiyou.

((ooc: incase no one read the ooc thread, i was given permission to god mod rhiyou.))

Arhra turns to Kartzeh and gives the ancient a coy grin. Rhiyou smiled at the fact that someone younger than Arhra forced the dark eldar to submit. "I think you've learned your lesson for the next century, old friend.", he says as he crosses his arms and grins at the crone lord. "Oh yes. All too clearly." He then turns his attention back to Danyael and Cameron, giving them yet another Coy grin. "Oh don't you worry, children. You'll be seeing me at the Eye. Be prepared." with a small chuckle of amusement, he vanishes away. A large variety of his sons de-cloak themselves around the assembly room and vanish away, as if beign teleported elsewhere.

Danyael, sheathes the yamato and approaches Rhiyou, bowing to the ancient in proper decorum. "I apologise. He was your friend. But i had no choice." his face remained down and his eyes closed. Rhiyou lets out a soft laugh and kneels down to danyael, looking him face to face. "You don't think i'm angry, do you? Arhra's always been that way. Don't stress over it."

"Yeah..right..." is all Danyael says as he stands along with Rhiyou. Rhiyou gives him a pat on the side of his arm and a nod, signifying that what Danyael did was the right thing. Danyael, now silent, turns and walks away. As he walks past Cameron and Tamrissa, his eyes flare a vibrant gold. A silent cuss word exits his mouth and he walks past him. Noticing Kelvack with his popcorn, he couldn't help but sneak in a smile. But his comic relief halted as his face turned emotionless once again. "The only people here that seem to not be fighting each other are Kelvack and Kartzeh. Maybe you all could learn a thing or two from them..", he scoffs as he continues down the hallway.

Being very well intergrated with the universal elements. Cameron, Tamrissa and the remaining elementals can strongly feel the potent aura that rapidly flashes in and out of Danyaels body. All he wanted to do right now, at this single moment, was tear down this entire command center. And Cameron. and Tamrissa and Soul. But what good would that do? Natta.

Rhiyou looked on at the nephilim and shook his head from side to side. Itw as a pity that a fight had to occur in such trying times. But Arhra needed to learn that no matter how superior one is, there would always be someone that was better. "He just needs some more air. It would be best not to upset him.", he states as he looks over to Cameron. "Now then. Shall we continue?"

((ooc: PM me if you have a problem with this. No more god modding of other characters for me!))