Both fighters were becoming haggard. They were running each other ragged. Finally after all these hours of jumping around on the mountain, there they stood. Exactly 4 meters apart. Each knowing what was about to take place. One of them was going to lose their life this day, both were intent on it being the other.
They were both going for the kill. Both had a look of determination on their face. Traiborn drew a short sword(which elongated itself after he muttered the word “Guthix”) and stared Affliction in the face.
“This is the sword Silverlight. You are one of the few people who are unfortunate enough to see it unsheathed.” after he said this, he charged. His injuries only fueling his passion. Affliction answered by charging with his own enchanted blade, his leg doing little to hold him back.
The two magical entities met, neither one faltering. They jumped back, then met again, both unfazed. They jumped back once more, and then met once more, neither one showing any signs of weakness. Finally, both swords clashed for what would be the last time, both fighter’s blades were locked with the other. As they stared each other in the face, they both felt a strange sensation. Both swords seemed to be pulling towards each other. They were both engulfed in a bright light, neither one knowing what was happening. After several seconds of intense confusion they both were thrown back onto the mountain top. Both of their blades were missing.
“What in God’s name...?” Mumbled Traiborn. Both fighters were stunned and equally in awe. Soon another bright flash of light stunned the two combatants. A single blade was hewn into the ground, sticking straight up in a dramatic fashion. Both fighters scrambled towards it.
Well... since i have nothing better to do with life so....
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The fighter from Sahiro was desperate. He did not know what to do, he had lost both his sword, and now his dagger, and was fighting over one great blade. The two fighters pushed, punched and kicked as hard as they could for the dagger, but the fight ended up with Affliction on top of Traiborn. "AGH!!!!" yelled out Affliction as he punched Traiborns face three times. Blood poured from his Traiborns nose, mouth, and of course cheek wound. Affliction managed to cause Traiborn to lie there, and let the blood fall, so he stood up.
Walking over to the blade he coughed up a small amount of blood, that fell to the ground, a few short milliseconds later. He picked up the new sword that was blue, and had great long decoration going up all the way to the dark, black tip, that was warm, the enchantments were combined, and all that magic. He stared in awe. He could not help it. The power of the blade was stronger than the Sword of Sahiro's and he wanted to keep it in his hand for an eternity.
The weakened fighter fought to get up. BLood dripped like crazy. Affliction who was still hoisting up the blade in awe, fell to the ground becouse his leg had turned black, and was in dire condition. He was now on his knees, in a position that he could die as easy as live. Trailborn managed to stand up, as when Afflictions back was turned on him. He took one step forward, and Affliction got up as fast as he could. Slowly. He stood to his feet, and raised the sword and looked at Trailborn the blade in his hand seemed to be the key to life, and also the key to death.
He raised it, not knowing how to do so. but he did. Trailborn knew he was just as weak as he was. Affliction tried to take one step forward, but the leg had just too much pain to bear, and he collapsed dropping the sword, the sword bounced off the ground, than off a rock, and eventually went down the mountain, both of the fighters were too worn down to chase it. Affliction had one last weapon. He pulled it from his pocket, the unenchanted dagger. And the end was coming for one of the fighters.
Walking over to the blade he coughed up a small amount of blood, that fell to the ground, a few short milliseconds later. He picked up the new sword that was blue, and had great long decoration going up all the way to the dark, black tip, that was warm, the enchantments were combined, and all that magic. He stared in awe. He could not help it. The power of the blade was stronger than the Sword of Sahiro's and he wanted to keep it in his hand for an eternity.
The weakened fighter fought to get up. BLood dripped like crazy. Affliction who was still hoisting up the blade in awe, fell to the ground becouse his leg had turned black, and was in dire condition. He was now on his knees, in a position that he could die as easy as live. Trailborn managed to stand up, as when Afflictions back was turned on him. He took one step forward, and Affliction got up as fast as he could. Slowly. He stood to his feet, and raised the sword and looked at Trailborn the blade in his hand seemed to be the key to life, and also the key to death.
He raised it, not knowing how to do so. but he did. Trailborn knew he was just as weak as he was. Affliction tried to take one step forward, but the leg had just too much pain to bear, and he collapsed dropping the sword, the sword bounced off the ground, than off a rock, and eventually went down the mountain, both of the fighters were too worn down to chase it. Affliction had one last weapon. He pulled it from his pocket, the unenchanted dagger. And the end was coming for one of the fighters.
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
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I think we should a fresh battle, hmmm?
The warrior of Sahiro walked forward, he was in the best position he could be in to end this battle. He took one took one last step, then fell forward, his beaten body was failing him.
"Ugh..." was all that came from Traiborn's torn and beaten face. He could hardly stand, and the end was near. The warrior he was facing fell forward, dagger pointing towards Traiborn. With the sun rising behind him, Affliction fell, and the dagger he wielded pierced Traiborn's chest. It was at this moment that Traiborn seemed to dissipate from view, in fact, Traiborn seemed to have completely melted away.
Affliction had enough strength to say a few words before passing out.
"I... win..."
He then fell to the ground, completely exhausted. Traiborn was gone.
At that exact moment, in a tower many hundreds of miled away from the Crown of Kings...
A seriously injured(and half dead) Traiborn stumbled into the potion closet of his tower, he took a vial(marked with a red cross) and took a swig from it. The bleeding stopped, but his breathing was still heavily labored due to the hole in his lung. He would need much time to recooperate from this extremely tiresome battle. He retired to his study, which contained an ample supply of spare spell components, and began the slow and tedious healing process.
"... damn..." He took a notebook from his desk, and wrote a name down in its pages.
People of Interest:
1. Aidan Dreiks
2. Melzar the Mad
3. Affliction of Sahiro
He placed the book on the ground and its pages turned to a random one, and what looked like a holographic projection of Affliction was displayed.
"That cocky bastard got what was coming to him..." Affliction had sat up, and seemed to be speaking to himself. The magical blade was no where to be seen.
"If only you knew, warrior of Sahiro, if only you knew..."
Traiborn then sat back in his chair, and planned his revenge.
The warrior of Sahiro walked forward, he was in the best position he could be in to end this battle. He took one took one last step, then fell forward, his beaten body was failing him.
"Ugh..." was all that came from Traiborn's torn and beaten face. He could hardly stand, and the end was near. The warrior he was facing fell forward, dagger pointing towards Traiborn. With the sun rising behind him, Affliction fell, and the dagger he wielded pierced Traiborn's chest. It was at this moment that Traiborn seemed to dissipate from view, in fact, Traiborn seemed to have completely melted away.
Affliction had enough strength to say a few words before passing out.
"I... win..."
He then fell to the ground, completely exhausted. Traiborn was gone.
At that exact moment, in a tower many hundreds of miled away from the Crown of Kings...
A seriously injured(and half dead) Traiborn stumbled into the potion closet of his tower, he took a vial(marked with a red cross) and took a swig from it. The bleeding stopped, but his breathing was still heavily labored due to the hole in his lung. He would need much time to recooperate from this extremely tiresome battle. He retired to his study, which contained an ample supply of spare spell components, and began the slow and tedious healing process.
"... damn..." He took a notebook from his desk, and wrote a name down in its pages.
People of Interest:
1. Aidan Dreiks
2. Melzar the Mad
3. Affliction of Sahiro
He placed the book on the ground and its pages turned to a random one, and what looked like a holographic projection of Affliction was displayed.
"That cocky bastard got what was coming to him..." Affliction had sat up, and seemed to be speaking to himself. The magical blade was no where to be seen.
"If only you knew, warrior of Sahiro, if only you knew..."
Traiborn then sat back in his chair, and planned his revenge.
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