Duel:Rael v Xzarren

Xzarren sautnters into the tavern with his nose discerning the unique scent of a familiar human. It is with slight repugnence that he regards it, his face twisting into a wraithful glower yet still he enters, flesh rend bound at his side.

Rael blinks his eyes unconcerned with the average pound of flesh stepping confidently but foolishly in an area where his type of blood isn't appealing. " Hell, I couldn't even find it in myself to murder that one."

Xzarren said to Rael, "Such words are not good for your health, peon."

Rael said to you, "Heavy risk? I wouldn't go as far. I did it because it's your soul I wish to devour. Is that a problem now since you have arrive fashionably late?"

Xzarren said to Rael, "You'll be dead before you even make an attempt.. friend. My hound will tear you limb from limb then s*** out your remains on the side of the road."

Rael stands up in a stretch Rael said to you, "You should assume vampire, it's not good for your health, I assure you."

Xzarren said to Rael, "Let's not humor each other. I'm not the type to be intimidated. You've expressed interest in devouring my soul... I'm merely letting you know the consequences that await should you follow through with that intention."

Rael said to you, "Fate will have it different. I have not traveled this far to cower beneath some foolishly brave man's words. Better yet, beneath the boot of that in which I control; the dead. And as far as your dog goes, I am sure I can find a place for him as well." Angelo drifts into the tavern and straight to a corner table, content to simply sit and watch the night unfold.

Xzarren said to Rael, "You speak of the dead but what do you really know? All I see is some fool human clawing at the robes of a being far surpassed him. You no more control the dead than you do that fat mouth of your's. Evidence of this has already been proven... so come at me if you will be so bold. I long to see this so called fate."

Rael said to you, "You shouldn't assume vampire, you might just f**k yourself. Come, let me show you fate."

Xzarren does not wait for the necromancer to fall back on sure footing, with his foe in view. Instead, the death knight draws forth an ice-encased blade from a dreamless slumber. "You evoke a God's fury, wretched man!" He says defiantly, and lashes the blunt end of the blade into the male human's back, hoping to make him think twice of this impossible endeavor.

Rael falls quic kly as the blow momentarily stunned him. the surprise attack on his spine sent a sudden chill of adrenaline through his body. Rael said to you, "I see that gentleman's rules don't apply to you. Well, that is fine. Let's cut the s*** and do this." Rael sneers as he finds his composure on both feet. With a grin of malice carefully strewn from edge to edge, the necromancer arches back and winces. Angelo looked at you.

Rael falls quickly as the blow momentarily stunned him. the surprise attack on his spine sent a sudden chill of adrenaline through his body. Rael said to you, "I see that gentleman's rules don't apply to you. Well, that is fine. Let's cut the s*** and do this." Rael sneers as he finds his composure on both feet. With a grin of malice carefully strewn from edge to edge, the necromancer arches back and winces.

Xzarren watches as the frail necromancer falls to the ground, sputtering words he cared not for. The frostbrand rallied in his grip as he sneered, "Give me a challenge, maggot. Show me there is fight in you or simply die." The raven-haired crusader darted forward, his black wings aflutter in the low light of the street. This momentum carved the parth straight for Rael as the vicious sword stabbed forward, hoping to impale within the necromancer's stomach and exit through his chin with a clean arc. A spike enlaid boot circles around as the blade retracts, aimed straight for ankle and heel of Rael to spin his body to collide with floor. If successful, another swing of frostbrand waited, this time slamming down with such force that the bitter cold would bite as well, shattering what comes to connect.

Rael draws in a slow breath of air like a freed slave while a silent rush of air sweeps around his torn crimson cloak.He begins to feel a hieghtened sense of things as the blood paces throughout his body preparing him for this seemingly intricate mission. The necromancer's eyes remained closed while his lips slowly erased the smile upon his face only to replace it with a smug, indifferent expression. His dark coal like eyes fall upon his enemy admiring the radiant courage but loathing the force lingering behind it. A moment passes in silence before the earth begins to tremble beneath their feet. The rattling of the ground uproots nearby plants and shakes the honesty out of the frames of market places in the area.His eyes snap open to see Xzarren's body cutting through the wind and closing distance in on him. A series of attacks plague forth at the necro-lord's figure but unstartled, he waits. The sudden temperature drop let's him know that the aimed blow neared it's destiny. " But like all things, destiny can be altered." He stated. The death knight's attack had been interupted by reaching hands and bodies all biting and clawing in hunger and violence. They shot up mid way through the ground splitting the dry earth beneath like an axe through wood. The undead shells, if accurate in their attack would snare their prey and drag him to the underworld where Rael could later claim his life but not with lossing a few of their comrades due to the momentum of Xzarren's attack.

Xzarren grins as he raises his blade, a sword stroke between him and beheading the vagrant fool Rael. Before this comes to fruition his plans are steered away from their conceptions and altered before the undead hands, grabbing at darkened, bloody plates of the armored judicator, rooting him and sword in place. At first it's like trudging through a sea of brambles; yet these were far from delicate tree limbs wrapping around black greaves, but the hands and wills of the undead. Clutching gauntleted hands into fists the dread knight clenches his teeth, his prey moments away. Yet, as contrary to his situation a serene, mocking grin comes to his lips "Your faith in your... servants... leaves you weak... aagggh..." It's here that the dirge of the cold blade falls to the ground and clatters. The vampyre is snared to the ground like some captured beast to be broken, yet at once gnarled shadows saturate the air around him and he sucumbs to a blood lust. He snaps the shambled limbs with a ferocious cry of wracked pain and refuses to submerge. Like the baying hands didn't exist he scrambled forward and lunged at Rael, seeking to tear his throat out with unclean teeth and leave rivetting wounds where claws could puncture flesh or worse.

Rael watched in reverie, hoping to finally conclude this chapter of misery and hopeless determination but up until now, an embering flame could be felt at the root of his soul while observed his oppenent weigh himself down not just with his overwhelming arsenal of jargon and nonsense but by his own self brought ignorance. In the apex of it all, Rael could not help himself in feeling like this wasn't Xzarren's fate seeing how quickly a simple mission could come to an end with a blood muffled collapse of morale and wit. " I see even a god like yourself cannot quench the needs of that in which you belong." He spit venomously at his enraged adversary.He had plans of another devious attack that would take time but if done immeadiately, could wrap this futile effort up and burn in the deepest depths of hell.The necro-lord revealed his two daggers derived from dragon's bone and named after his two favorite sprites. " Nexus and Azera, It's your turn." However, before he could allow himself time to find an appropriate area to bury his blades, the death knight had burst into a blood lust. A deranged emotion of last resort. " Damn..!" he managed to let escape barely evading the talon like claws of the charging creature. Instead, he found himself wounded across the collar bone and the side of his neck where blood emerged in an increasing rate. Slightly shocked and wide eyed, he helped himself to his feet. " Bastard..." A quick roar of rage bellowed from his lungs as he struggled to raise his right arm into the air. From the outside, it would seem like he was trying to lift a heavy object with one hand but in reality, he was wounded and had began to lose control over that part of his body. The result however became succesful after a moment of struggle as yet another summon of death breached the surface. Rippling through the ground like a snake in water raced a basilisk, but undead and armored in bone lacking any sense of sanity. It tore across the ground burning it as more and more of the creature exposed itself. Finally coming forth from the ground, it shot up towards xzarren, still struck in a blood rich fit of fury. If xzarren would fail to realize the sudden retaliation, his struggles would increase tenfold and he would collapse under the immense pressure of death as massive jaws lined with rows of jagged teeth and horrid breath closed in on his standing position.

Summoning the Basilisk, Xzarren fights the monstrous creature, ending the duel momentarily as he blacks out in another area. Rael searches for the corpse of his enemy.

Xzarren wakes up strewn across a small, graceful river that twinkled with the celestrial twilight that was endless in these parts. He wondered if he had been killed but the scent of this place, so close to his homeland, drove those thoughts away. The last thing he remembered was teeth so deadly and viscious it'd give a grown man nightmares. Still, there were more frightening realities, and Xzarren was a death knight who confronted them daily. From the stream a gauntleted hand reaches down for a shimmering obsidian metal blade, and once the dread lords hand touches the leather wrapped hilt it is pressed with a plethora of death magic which turns its blade gun metal black with a clarit aura. His head was in the stars, still dizzy, still unaware of turning up here of all places, yet his vision unfogged to the thought of the black-robed necromancer. "If you're out there... it's not over." The princely warrior spat to the wind, the fire returning into his breast to once more find a conflict's end.

Rael finds himself following the parallel silver streak of radiant moonlight blanketing the tree tops like soft snow and spotting the already diffused ground ahead of him. It was foggy in this particular chapter in his search for the armor clad death knight. However, the road ahead was pale, faint in any kind of favor but he has seen this episode many times in his rusting life. The night was still below the canopy and life there seemed already eaten. The Necro-lord nonetheless endeavored on pushing through vain thoughts of victory with his opposition and the frustrating idea of not encountering him again for awhile. " I am not scared..." he said to himself in low tones. His avoidant nature compiled this and other bad habits that set him out from the rest of his life stalking party. In the midst of practically daydreaming, the emerald glow of his neckpiece began to illuminate. His sharp cut eyes looked down and his cold fingers reached for it and held it to attention. "Now that is interesting, I don't hear any danger nearby, nor do I perceive it in this silence...."

Xzarren is all alone in the scurying river, the black-metal of his greeves dampened by the running, crystal like water. Sword and shield are held in their respective places, the knight eager to hear the returned retort of his opponent but hearing nothing. Black wings stutter eagerly, waiting for the dagger in the dark. None arrives. A flickering jade light sparks from the forest to the west as an unnatural beacon spurs to life to implicate Rael's positioning. With the thrust of his daemonic wings the vampiric knight flies through the land of death and decay before coming before Rael and pressing his sword tip into the air before the male, "You'll go no further until this is settled." He commands with the air of authority spoken for the wandering, unsaintly soul. He falls to ample footing in a kneel then spins around his blade, coming to face Rael, "I have no idea how I've come to find myself here but fate has placed you before me to finish the job."

Rael still ponders with the life like neck piece puzzled and mentally trapped in it's performing duty. He was so snared in it's glow but not reckoning any sense of danger that when the poisonous words shook his ear lobes, he believed that the figure of Xzarren standing before his eyes may have been an apparition. He knew these woods made mockeries of those who traversed its stomachs and being here made him no special. Here, he was a tourist. The neckpiece fell back against his chest as he concealed it in his cloak like a madman with explosives.

Rael said to you, "Here I thought you might have still been running with your tail between your legs death knight. But infact, here you are. As dead as ever. It would seem like the mouse came to the cat."

Rael grinned with a crooked demeanor. His folded arms exposed his smugness but his straightened spine hid what flaws that rumors in the night.

Xzarren remains steadfast in passive glowering. The errant blood-red cloak tied to his shoulders traveled the small stream of wind that found itself passing through this hallowed place, yet the vampyre just shakes his head. In a move he didn't foresee the valiant sword that smoldered a demonic flame was put to a rest in a coffin of leather. There Xzarren simply stood unarmed and hovered from the cobbled causeway, his wings carrying him off the midnight path. In the veil of the moonlit battlegrounds Xzarren tenses his body, drawing energy from this infact distant place. Death lingered in the underbelly of the world where only Sven's forgotten children roamed, the unsaved. "I'll prove you wrong." the vessel of sin simply states. Two spheres of hatred, black and turbulent, swam into the palms of the warrior, gaining volatile properties that seemed to wish unleashing. With the spell ready the crusader lunges forward throwing orb after orb at Rael's feet, and one at his chest until he flies behind the man. The vampyric avian then moves purposefully himself and flanks Rael yet again, this time conjuring a velvet blade made of the deadliest unfettered magics. In this graceful barrel roll the avian falls to Rael's height and flicks the blade out before him; once on his route down, and then again with a slash aimed to go through Rael as the vampyre lunges into him, passing some ten yards to his hind side regardless of the sucess of his attack. He falls to the ground, his shield carried into a defensive posture as he turns, ready and able to defend himself at a moment's notice.

Rael lowered his chin as the words swam almost upstream to him, but their hatred for Rael fissured against his indifferent current. He had known that one day he would find himself on his knees, beggin for the sun to consume his cold hearted entity but each day that had came and went failed him just like every warrior before him. The silent gust of wind twisted about his dark build wound in cold steel from the darkest depths of his mother's womb. The agnatic prince of darkness closed his eyes and embraced the cult pleasure of death's grasp with parched lips and full teeth. Cutting through the muted air came the demigod's orbs of promise of pain and suffering but the necro-lord had felt nothing. Before Xzarren had began his circus attempts in a victory he failed in one aspect; preparation. The undead had surrounded them long before the beast of a vampire arrived. The neck piece was to thank, almost like a pre-cautionary measure. Willing to lay their lives down at any cost or at any rate, the foul stench of charred limbs and bones glazed in defeat lay upon the scuffed boots of the necro-lord. Yet, the sequence was not over, not by a long shot influenced by the blade protruding forth from Rael's stomach. His grim smile and lime green blood lined the Death knight's brand like oil running down a pole. " It would seem like you defeated me Xzarren but if you are to believe such a thing, than your reality is twisted." He began pulling the hilt's blade through his stomach as the impaled area stems from his back. " Misconstrued..." getting closer to the death knight as he shifted about. "...and finally, wrong. I know magic too, we get along quite nicely actually and what you see here is infact a successful blow but my magic keeps me alive, unless you are fortunate enough to sever my head." He stated in a snake like speech. By this time, the had removed the sword from his body and was offering it back to Xzarren, a truly monstrous being. " like a snake however, behind xzarren crept the basilisk that still lusted after him. It slithered through the air on its underbelly and flared it forked undead tongue time to time to prepare it's non-existant tastebuds for a meal. If Xzarren, fails to sense such a danger, he will be easily wounded of even killed but Rael knew such a simple trick shouldn't pull the wool over his adversary's eyes again.

Xzarren closed his eyes to the venemous intentions - even the unspoken memoirs, of this patient, even caustic enemy. "I wasn't aiming for your head.... or else you'd find it in your lap." His sword took flight from Rael's own hands, his creation, his slave. It faded as it reached his gauntlets, traversing the stream back into magical currents of myth darker than Rael's counted days. His lips tapered at a pragmatic grin, his strength enough to pull a shroud over these precedings and set them to rest. Yet, the basilisk had the same thoughts as it's teeth came to end this fairy tale and then Xzarren shifted, finally, speaking words of steel that flowed through unending relent. "STOP!" He shouts, and then behind him where a surprise was to be cast, suddenly fell through the cracks of a surely primitive ploy. Chains of the darkest binding cast out of the nameless void, both for Rael and his beast of burden. It was enough to lash the viscious maw closed, even splinter the teeth of the creature seeking to break the metal ropes, yet failing utterly as it becomes swept away by them. "No more games." Xzarren utters, his blue-grey eyes burning with a color they had no right to bear as the fallen son of Elazul, and the child fallen from Sven's grace. The black winged knight kicks off from the abated danger of the Basilisk and flies with lethality accordant to his every motion. The chains should have Rael locked under chain and key for this assault, so Xzarren charges. His fist aimed for the face of the maegister, lightning quick and merciless. He follows around, lowering his shoulder to impale Rael and run him through. A final, zeal favored attack would be pressed home as the discordant chains are given to Xzarren as weapons. Twin, chain linked punishers that would bludgeon the man flat into the ground, and leave his body a broken piece of history for even an immortal could not move with an indefninite shape. Xzarren watched this calamity from a distance, drawing the chains back to his safe haven as he drops them to the ground, satsified with whatever punishment he could dish out.

Rael, separated from a safe dream and forcefully united with a nefarious like reality pursed in various pushes and pulls of his body; eating blow after blow and had survived a binded relationship with hot steel compassionately enveloped around him. He was face down and broken now. Xzarren had released a wrath he had not seen in his life and the fact that this particular mission had been chosen for him had made itself apparent and righteously justified. “...it’s just too bad that I won’t die. Even if you cut my head off, I will never be a memory....” he uttered in almost a whisper. He was at the mercy of Xzarren and even though Alerion was yet to be summoned, all he could do is raise his two fingers together in defeat. He closed his eyes but kept one slightly peeled. “ Look forward to my...rebirth Xzarren, this job isn’t done.” He finally mumbled before blacking out and becoming the sheep to the wolf.

Ending the conflict the vampyre exacts his vengeance upon Rael, crushing the vessel his spirit resides in albeit only temporarily.