Fight:The Death of Vaako

Riotka walked down the bridge staring at the key attached by a small rope around his neck. Walking as he mumbles stumbling as he kicked rocks over the edge. He fingered the key indentations and markings. Riotka was half way across the bridge when he saw the stranger from yesterday. Riotka stops in his tracks with key in hand, the way his armor was detailed reminded him of something. 


Vaako was leaning on the side of the bridge, his arms holding up his body as he stared into the depths of nothingness. Upon letting a sigh leave his body the warrior grabs the pendent around his neck “Krekai, I… I don’t know if I’m doing this right, Orders were to sweep in and take over. Yet I’ve been here for months, have failed in attempts to open the portal many times. Have converted only a few. Slain fewer who resist.” Looking up into the night sky as if awaiting an answer “I know you say time is on our side, and to treat it like an ally. But I’m lost at what to do.”

Riotka listens to the warrior as he spoke into the ravine. Silently he steps next to him as he lets the key go and hang around his neck. Walking over, "Time is a thief when your undecided. It matters what you do with the time you are allotted.", Riotka's stare and tone plain and serious. He made sure he was just outside the dangerous Preklek's range. He would not afford this creature to insult him again. Something inside the dragon knew this was a skilled fighter. Even his aura seemed to call out for respect. As tense as the situation might have been Riotka felt himself in a strange place of mind. Something was peculator. So peaceful ,so calm, it seemed to be almost frightening.

Vaako turns to look at the dragon, it was the one from the day before. The intruder. Alas they were not at the portal, as such the various arms were unavailable, nor did he truly have a reason to attack as this was seen as open grounds. Slowly he shakes his head “Time is a gift, we are the thief for wasting such a blessing. Krekai warrants none of us that the next day is promised” With his hand still clutched around the pendent of a clock with swords to point at 12:30 “Time is what is to fight for, if you win the gift and waist it, then why the fight?”

Riotka looks into the black depths for a moment, "We fight to prove we are really alive. For us warriors we have no place other then the battlefield. Our own people have no use for us once the other is dead.....So we must fight to prove to ourselves that we are really alive...our mission ,or our death. Your kind must have a similar saying." watching as his clutches his pendent.

/ chuckles “Aye, “Better he then I”” he loosens the pendent, letting it hang from his neck, the emblems of Chekari and Seliei start to dangle as well, revealing a perfect triangle between the symbols. In fact the triangle a symbol in itself showing unity between the three.

Riotka steps back as he was alerted by the sudden movement of the pendents. Taking another carefully measured step back. Thinking to himself of just sticking the Preklek now before he is able to do something, after yesterday he knew this one was not to be trusted, but they did have one thing in common they were killers. Looking to the Preklek again, "What is that....what are you doing."

Vaako looks at the dragon lofting a brow, then that’s when he saw it, though he could not be sure but it fit the indent to the item he had stumbled across. The key, it hung around the dragons neck. Wearing it as some sort of prize. The one who stood infront of him was a preklek killer, he had to have been in order to obtain such an item. Eyes fill with rage, as fury runs though the prekleks body systems. Steam caused from heavy breathing starts to fog up the assassins visor. Waiting no time, the prek quickly draws out his crossbow and aims it at the dragon. “As stated in preklek law, you are under arrest for the murder of a Preklek warrior. And being there are no judges, and this is a crime of urgency. I sentence you to death!” Aiming the projectile shooter at the male. The preklek pulls on the trigger releasing the bolt racing to impale the head of the dragon”

Riotka having no warning holds up his left arm, just in time to watch it pass threw his armor and into his arm. The pointed tip staring him in the face. Riotka now infuriated. 'Got me again, that little quick bastard...', the blood in his vains boiled, with loathing hatred. Looking at his wound then the Preklek. Drawing his sword in a vicious manner Riotka released a roar that booms off the walls and shakes the small stones around his feet. It was then he felt it...something was wrong, he felt a darkness rolling threw his being. Raising the sword high he slashed the rail. Glaring at his enemy his eyes burned blue and green. Holding the sword in a low stance Riotka charges with all his might at the Preklek dragging the blade on the ground leaving a descent size cut in the bridge as he charged in a blurring speed. The strike moved as a momentary flash of steel, the momentum and speed he rushed him with altered the bladed path slightly off to the Preklek's left side. The swing was hard and vengeful...full of hate and spite. 
 Riotka shouted, "rrRRRRRRAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW"

/ sighs as he hates to play cops and robbers, but for this to be taken care of now would be an insult to the prek nation. As the dragon lets out the roar the prek lofts a brow, only for the mirrored optics to grow wide upon witnessing the dragon’s sword cut at the rail. Taking note that this was not going to be a quick “trial”. Vaako draws out his katana, the emblems of all three prek gods engraved on the weapon. The clock, once again pointing to the time of 12:30 being the largest of the three. Holding the blade up right the outlander waits the moment of the strike. Taking slight note of the path of the strike the preklek angles to blade as to not let the impact of attack to shatter his blade rather let it slide off. A loud “Clank” echoes though the walls of the ravine as the two blades make contact. Sparks ignite as the attacking blade slides down. The heat of the blade allows for it to easily cut into the hand guard slicing it. In-turn the blade makes contact with the soldier’s arm, sticking the blade into the scaled skin. At the spot of pain Vaako growls slightly using the close range at his advantage. Vaako lets his right un-harmed hand leave the hilt of the blade. With a quick twist of his freed hand 5 toxin needles drop over the prekleks armored gloves. Thrusting his hand forward, he waits, wanting to push the needles though the dragon’s scales into his bloodstream. His injured hand how ever, trying its best to hold onto the heavy sword fails, while trying to maintain control over the weapon, Vaako manages to pull of a vertical slash, un-intentionally aimed for the midsection of the dragon.

Riotka was filled with hate. He felt like he was hollow inside, all he could see,hear or think about now tearing his limbs off and enjoying the screams he'd let out. And the beautiful fountains of blood that would pour forth. But right now he had to be concerned with the pressure of the blade as well as the enemy. The Preklek was surprisingly strong for his size as met the wild forceful strict. He watched the bladed glow as the sparks danced around them. The pain in Riotka's arm pushing him further and further. A reminder of the insult that was to be payed here for that bloodshed. As Riotka attempted to push the blade further into his arm, he watched as he lets go with one hand. Suddenly changing directions, with a quick thrashing motion to tear flesh as well as attempting to be mindful of his free hand. As he started to pull that's when we caught wind of the toxin. Moving his injured arm up again he deployed the blade in the wrist band. The F.C. branded blade made for the needles but no to a strong enough degree. Riotka watched as the blade makes contact with a few needles,the overly sharpened bladed cutting threw the first two unfortunately and kept going. He managed to deflect it a little as it scraped deeply into his chest piece. Another shot of pain as two of his vary sharp needles find their home in his leg. Natural reactions take over as he suddenly flails attempting to just throw the Preklek into the side of the bridge. With his good arm he raised the large jagged-blade sword over his head, pulling it back behind him. Dropping the sword to the floor, Riotka's eyes focused with undieing hate he took two steps suddenly and turned. As he turned the sword jerked and the wire that help it glimmered in the light for a moment. The sudden motion expertly put the sword into a spin, just for a moment and then was launched with a great effort right at his enemie's heart. The sword could only be seen as a circular blur as it races to it target. With the sword gone, Riotka rips the needles out, screaming in pain and anger. His form shimmered for a moment as he changed in to dragon. Awaiting his jumping dodge so that Riotka could fry him to crisp with a pillar of fiery death.


/ ‘s eye catches the sight of the blade being thrown. Anger and “Justice” blind the preklek to the obvious choices. Bending at his knees the prek launches himself into the air. While in mid air the blade makes a large gash into the prekleks stomach cutting a huge gap. Being stuck with out a ariel attack. The assassin drops to the ground.

Riotka took to the air. The burning in his vains the pain in his body. His mind blank. All his focus was on the body that lied on the ground. Within another flap and the enormous wings his shadow engulf the Preklek as he closed in. Grabbing Vaako and dragging him along the bridge floor until reaching the side of the bridge where as the dragon implanted the body into that way. The force of the body in claw smashing the bridge makes a rather large solid thud as the Dragon is almost pulled out of flight. Letting the body go Riotka realizes he hurt his leg in the collision with the wall. His legs now both covered in blood, as to say who's there was no way to be certain. Still the dark desires of his soul urged him on. 'Faster,harder,more,faster,harder' every beat of his heart drove him to push himself harder. 
Riotka turned and picked up speed in just a few of the hardest wing beats he ever did. This time as he hits the bridges deck he grabs the prekk in his razor toothed maw violently thrashing his head back and forth in attempt to break every bone in his body. His claws of his feet and hands tore at his armor sending it back to the ground hundreds of feet in the air. Still struggling and bleeding faintly the Prek wouldn't give up. halting the flapping of his wings Riotka inhales as deep and sharp as he can threw his nostrils.The moment they stopped moving up and gravity started pulling down he unleashed a white hued inferno of flame point blank at the Prekk's face. The breath lasted for a good part of the trip down . Slashing his til to the side Riotka sharply changes directions without warning. Seeing only now that the bridge was much closer than thought, it was all in vain as the two engulfed in flamed slammed the vary same spot as before when the Prek fell to the ground. This time the bridge gave and they burst threw. With the last of his might Riotka beats his wings one last time barely clearing the edge of the bridge. Quickly looking for the bloodied body of his victim out the the edge of his keen eyes he sees a limp body still smoldering falling into the darkness below as embers and ashes float upwards. "Time is a gift..." Riotka managed to mutter before things went black.