Duel:Jaidin v Revan

Jaidin stands along the path, boards strewn over the pathway upon which he stands with a stoic demeanor, form set in what is almost an ease. This night he does not bother with a hood-- blue-black hair wildly tops a pale visage that looks unerringly at his opponent, in the light of the stars and moon. He wastes no time in ruffling through his dark cloak, hands finding easily with years' practice, the shuriken attached to the fabric. Ripping them out, the human shoots them off quickly toward Revan, fingers nimbly picking each piece from its look-alikes and positioning it between his fingers before using a fluid motion of the wrist to send the star-shaped object in question through the air. This process is repeated half a dozen times, each steel piece shining as it careens through the space between the two males with a precision that the assassin has spent a life honing. As the last one leaves his hold, Traye-- as he is mostly known as-- runs with as light of steps he can manage, off the safe path and into the forest. He maneuvers about the trees, all the while fishing through that cloak once more, this time retrieving a twin pair of daggers. Singular eye, the other hidden by a bandanna, locks onto his target. With the spell blade focused on, the murderer swiftly exits the thick foliage with the keen edges of the twins at the forefront of his racing body, legs barely slowing down as he makes to pass the drow, Jaidin's daggers outstretched for the assailant's form.

Revan raises his gaze from his shifting shadow, as the sound of the stars pierce through the surrounding air. He presses himself up from the ground beneath, standing to his full height. A bead of sweat slowly drips down his face, the fear of his opponent had already grown deep within him. Closing his eyes for but a moment, a few words are released from his frame. The first of the Shurikan now close enough to dig deep into his flesh. Stepping quickly to the side with great agility, he manages to doge most. One managed to slice through his arms however, his crimson blood shoots out as the sharp blades pierce through him. Wincing at the pain, he once again lets his gaze turn to his shadow. A blade could now be found gripped tightly in it’s grasp. As Revan draws his own, he begins a quick stride towards his opponent. Blocking all the remaining shurikan he can with the blade of his weapon. Two more manage to slip past his guard, one striking deep into his leg, and the other into his stomach. He falls to the ground, dripped by the force of the blades. He quickly raises once more, only to find the human drawing near him. He grips his blade by it’s tip, and thrust it through the air, letting it dance gracefully through the air at Jaidin. His shadow was no longer attached to his form.

Jaidin skids to a halt, his 'run by' slice a bad maneuver with the parry that Revan performs. The assassin, knowing little of magic, does not notice the shadow's detachment from Revan. Instead he focused on the dancing blade suspended in the air afore him, jabbing, seemingly without a hand to control it. Duel blades are put to good use; Traye crosses them before his form, grip tightening on the hilts of the ornate weapons. The crossed blades stop Revan's sword from going any further, but it manages to knick him in several places as the human works furiously to parry the blows sent his way. Most notable of the cuts it gives him, is the line across his cheek that already drips blood down. Jaidin works to get more distance between himself and his opponent, backpedaling along the boards on the forest pathway until he has enough time to come up with another attack. One hand wipes at the slice on his face, before feet are put to work once more. He runs, skinny legs built for speed carrying him along the path toward Revan once more. At the last moment when it looks as if the assassin is to collide into the drow, the male drops to the ground, carrying the run's momentum with him to slide along the boards with a foot extended for the spell blade's ankle. One hand, with the dagger still in tow, digs the blade into the ground to stop the sliding toward his opponent. The other, his left, swiftly lobs the dagger into the air to catch the sharp tip between index and thumb, and then cock the arm back with a bend at the elbow. Traye lets the dagger loose, the embellished twin dagger toppling end over end, moonlight glinting off the polished steel, as it makes way for the drow's chest.

Revan attempts to jump back as the Assassin drops to the ground before him, he is to late. His feet unable to make contact with the earth beneath, as his opponents blade is released through the air, it strikes deep into his stomach. As his feet make contact with the ground, he quickly drops to his knees, grabbing at the wounds he had taken to the stomach. The blood forming a deep red pool beneath him. The shadow had already began it’s stride towards Jaidin, It’s own blade still gripped within it’s grasp. You can hear dome deep words echoing from it’s frame, yet most would not understand the language. It’s blade begins to admit a bright light, and as it does Revan’s own blade is returned to his hand, now Dark as the void. Revans eyes now matching in color with the blood beneath him he stands once more, allowing his grasp to be removed from his wound. He allows a smirk to form across his thick lips, as he tosses his blade hi into the air. The shadow release his blade through the air, towards The mans frame. It leaps as hi as it can, catching Revans blade by it’s hilt it begins it’s decent down towards Jaidin. The tip of the blade now aimed straight for him.

Jaidin draws his knees in toward his body as Revan falls to his knees from the blade that the assassin threw. Slowly, he rose, taking the dagger embedded in the earth with him. Standing tall and without an ounce of ostentation, the man makes to move toward the drow... only to stop completely and stare with an awe and misunderstanding of the transformation becoming his opponent. With the darkness of the night and too many shadows from the trees that border the pathway, the spell blade's shadow is not taken note of. Again, it looks as if the blade hovers by itself, on that hell-bent path to injure. While he is focusing on the real sword diving to his form, the shadow blade finds homage in the assassin's side. Precious vitae leaks from the side of the human's torso as he drops to one knee, right hand still clutching onto the dagger, while his other looks with a miscomprehension at the thing that caused the wound in his side. Traye leans forward, weight then resting on his dagger-holding hand. The real sword falls into his back, at the right shoulder, because of this position switch that potentially saved his life. The driving force from the shadow nearly flattens the murderer to the pathway. He gropes blindly at the blade in his side to try to remove it, and then leans back so that his body balance is well enough. Jaidin reaches into his cloak, to withdraw small throwing knives. The score of steel pieces the air, seeming to part the very particles around each piece, as they fly flat and true to the target, tapered points heading for Revan's chest-- the human hopes that injuring the drow will lessen the shadow's effects.

Revan unsuspecting of more projectiles, is to late to dodge them, and nothing can be done to block them as he is now unarmed. Instead he raises his arm, and lets them rip through his flesh. Piercing straight through to the other side. Falling to the ground, his eyes begin to fail him. The blood loss being to great. The shadow raises from the ground, standing between the drow and Human. More words escape it’s form, and as the last is spoken the blade begins to change one last time. A long chain now hangs from it’s hilt. The shadows eyes begin to shift in color, they are now glowing as bright as his blade. It reaches for the chain of Revan’s blade, with his open hand. Releasing it’s grip on the hilt with the opposite. The blade now dangles, it’s tip inches from the ground. Running to the side, the shadow begins to twirl the blade above it’s head. As the Shadow begins to fade into the earth, it allows it’s grip on the chain to fade, allowing it to extend out towards the assassin. As the shadows grasp is full release, the blade darts towards Jaidin. It’s aim seemingly perfect, as it comes closer to his heat. If all goes as planned, the blade will go unseen all together, as it blends in with the surrounding shadows.

Jaidin lets out an anguished cry as the blade is no longer in his shoulder, and instead dangles by a chain, held in the grasp of a shadow barely seen amongst the many others in the area. Beads of sweat form along the man's visage, growing paler by the minute as the blood loss takes its toll on the assassin. Fatigue sets in, the struggle to cling to life almost too much for Traye to handle. Then all seems to disappear. He blindly searches for the blade, and then for a moment believes that the tiny knives have stopped the spell blade from attacking with this unseen force. The human attempts to stand up, weight put on the leg of his right side, to lessen the strain of the wound on his left. Right arm hangs limp, the assassin loathe to move it, the wound in his back stinging with a strong burning sensation. Muscles strain-- if they had a voice, surely they would groan with each careful movement the human makes. He grips the dagger in his hand, hard, ready to strike. His hearing picks up on a noise, though, and any thoughts of attack are allayed, replaced with the need to deflect the unseen weapon. Using years of training, he hones his hearing further, attempting to listen for noise of a weapon whistling, amongst the rustling leaves of the trees. Akin to being blind, the best he can do, is flail wildly about the air in front of him despite the tearing pain each movement affords his sweating form. A 'shink' is heard; the blade careens off to the side, but not before the chain that follows, gives him a thwack on his left side of his torso. The murderer clenches his teeth and drops to the ground, eye shut tightly from pain.