Duel:Reinhardh v Vengeance

Venue: throne room somewhere outside of shattered city

Judges: Kasyr, Rheven, Heyx

Stakes: Death Duel

Winner: Reinhardh

Reinhardh confronts Vengeance where they had planned to meet and the two stood before the final show-down within the castle walls. Reinhardh's knuckles crackling with tension. Yet a grin aligning his features. "No time for introductions. Your passing will be short and sweet, crack-shot." Reinhardh bows to his opponent before taking a combat stance. A spectral energy begins to form at the man's hand that spirals around his body, turning normal attire into battle-gear. Gloved hands become gauntleted, chest mantle and torso replaced by a full body plate-mail; legs in steel leggings and ensemble completed with a warrior's helmet. Once again mana flares within the male's palms and his weapon is summoned. A dire maul that he holds out to Eshton. "Die." Is all the male says, and no more fan-fair would be introduced. He dashes forward and lunges as his body becomes a living flame like his weapon. Also, firey wings protrude from the male's shoulders, propelling him onwards as he slams his hammer into the marbel ground just inches away from Eshton. A torrent of molten lava and jarring quakes spread, the quakes meant to slow his opponent and allow him to be drowned out in the searing flames."


Vengeance barely has time to enter the room before Reinhardh issues his battle cry. Death, he says? What does this man know of death? Surely he has been then the harbinger of such a thing before, but did he really know the consequences? Soon, he would. Vengeance draws his sword and leaps forward as his opponent slams his weapon into the ground causing flames to leap from the castle’s tile floor. He lands a few feet to his opponent’s left, the temporal field emitted by the master assassin’s chronoblade slowing the quakes enough to allow him to stand. He stalks towards his opponent, avoiding the lava flowing across the ground and the flames leaping from it. “You enter my house!” he screams, “You threaten to take my life! Let’s see what you’ve got, you sorry, no good excuse for a man!” With that, he jumps forward, swiping at his opponent’s chin with the shield of iniquity attached to his wrist, hoping to throw him off balance, and thrusts his sword forward, attempting to skewer his opponent or at least, to catch him in the five foot temporal field surrounding the sword which affects all but the master assassin himself.

Reinhardh 's heavy armor is chinked at his chin as the male was readying to bring his hammer about, and smear the walls of this place with the being called Eshton. That would be halted for a moment, a stammer in the spell-swords footing testament to that. He grinned from behind his metallic visard. "A man like you does not to deserve to live. I will expose your weakness for all to see." He sneers. His footing is shifted as he enters the fray with Eshton. Speed advantage would be apparent as Eshton's blade dives into the plated shoulder of Reinhardh. Firey wings flare, as do the eyes of red-hue into even a more ghastly crimson akin to the brief splash against the male's armor. He fights with Eshton, bringing his hammer about to thrash into the assassin's gut like a war-pike. A boon brought on through the man's profession of spell-sword grants his thrust a glimmering shiver of speed. Enough celerity to be unaffected by the master assassin's time-field.

Eshton :: Vengeance spins, metal whining against metal as he pulls his blade against the spellblade's armor. The assassin ducks through his opponent's first swing, barely missing a nasty blow to the gut, only to be followed by the sickening sound of cracking bones when the same blow connects with the assassin's ribs. Vengeance uses his right hand to grab the injured side as he spins behind his opponent, taking advantage of his far greater speed; Reinhardh's weapon may not be affected, but his body itself surely is. As long as the assassin can keep his opponent at such a close range, this fight would be his. He swings his blade above his head, battle cry issuing from beneath his bloodstained mask before bringing the weapon down on an exposed section of Reinhardh's neck.


Reinhardh has only one fraction of a moment to realize that Eshton has flanked him. His eye catches the glimpse of the assassin, veteran senses telling the man to react quickly. Before an attack can be made on him, the armored warrior's wings flare up and with the mighty hammer plunging into the ground below, an orchestral inferno would cover the man's flank from harm and also spray Eshton if he were unprepared. Wings release their tense-flex, ever-burning like the eyes of the spell-blade. He kneels, and with those wings kicking him off, is able to get a safe distance away from Eshton. From afar, Reinhardh stands to glance upon his opponent, and also to unwork his helmet so he may abandon it in the middle of the battle. His long white hair flowing now, he grins at the assassin and also allows the armor to alleviate from his form; he was now no longer able to sustain it. He throws off his ragged cloak, and trench, revealing a tight form with many muscles and runes most notably curving along the spell-blade's hip, shoulder, and back. He stands his hammer shouldered, his arm extended out, taunting Eshton. "Let's play." He offers. His determination only growing with each moment of this passing conflict. Those wings readied again and this time the ex-knight would cast a spell darkening Eshton's eyes. He lunged forward and then let out a mist of aerial flames down onto the assassin. His wings would propel him upward to break through the fragile glass letting in the gleam of moonlight; Reinhardh would finish this battle on top of the building. Himself preparing to wait for Eshton.

Eshton :: Vengeance had been prepared for the spellblade's flaring wings; he had, in fact, been counting on it. Unseen by his opponent, the assassin draws three crossbow bolts from a pocket within the folds of his cloak. Sticking the tips of these into the flames of his opponent's wings, hand protected temporarily by adamantite gauntlets, the master assassin can't help but laugh at the irony. Laughter is cut short, however, by lips of flame spurring up at Vengeance's side, setting the man's robes a light. As Reinhardh rids himself of his armor, Vengeance throws off his robes and mask, relieving himself of the flames and revealing his true identity to his opponent. Ballard is sheathed and crossbow drawn as the spellblade lunges towards Eshton who leaps out of the way of the spray of flames, releasing a verbal cry of pain at the damage done to his ribs. Finally, as his opponent attempts to escape towards the roof, Eshton places all three bolts in his crossbow and pulls the trigger, sending all three white-hot projectiles flying towards his opponent's unprotected body.

Reinhardh ‘s graceful flight is cut short by the seering pass-by of arrows. He did not make it far, and decided that his opponent would not pursue as his thigh was struck by an arrow. He growls and glides as his wings short out, their final flicker ensure the spell-blade would land softly on his legs, If not a little troubled by the cross bow bolt. His shoulder bleeds it’s troubled river down the male’s arm and a fist of blood tenses. It would seem to all watching the duel ended in a draw. But would it be so?

Reinhardh had to admit he had his doubts about this fight but the warrior burned within him as strong as the fire he had commanded. He walks over to Eshton, donning his sacred armor once more, and those burning wings in a flourish of magical energy. Energy crackled at his finger-tips , grabbing the would-be assassin by the throat with a grin and taking flight to the colored-glass he had exactly as before. He breaks through, hovering over to the side of the building and dropping softly to stand against it's edge; Eshton held out over the impossible cliff that was home to a jagged splinter of rocks against a never-ending wave. The warrior-bred shakes his head, and tsks, crushing Eshton's throat with one fatal grasp and tossing his body into the toothy offering. Upon crashing down his body is impaled by a blister of craigs, while Reinhardh watches with satisfaction and savors the moment.