Snippet #2185427

(Okay Folks here comes the collab me and Qaida did of the Confrontation of Soran and Locien!)

As he expected Locien was just as quick as ever. His sword lifted just in time to block Soran's two blades as they came in at the dark elf like a scissor. The blades were locked, his in an X with Locien's dead center between them. Soran pushed, leaning his entire weight into the weapons, causing them to scream across the dark elf's sword. The sound sent chills down Soran's back, the kind of chills that were thrilling.

"Soran, you're wanting to lose the other one then? You blasted murderer, you should've stayed in whatever hole you crawled out of traitor. Come on then Soran! You want to kill me don't you?! For taking out your eye, but I must say, that new eye is an improvement!"

Locien leapt backwards and landed gracefully on the banister behind him. Soran's blades finished their original move, cutting through empty air. His lips twisted into a sickening smile as he slowly straightened, his gaze only fixed upon Locien. He ignored anyone else in the room. Too caught up in his delirious thoughts on how Locien had wronged him, and the plans on how he was going to kill the man before him. He ran his tongue across his lips as his eyes gave off a kind of shimmer of excited malice.

"Oh," he purred, "You have no idea how wonderful this new eye is. I've gained power that I'm just dying to show you, dear Locien," he said, acid pouring from each and every word, "I'll enjoy every scream I pull from you tonight. You're running ends here. I will finally have my revenge on you."

Pulling his body into position he lunged at Locien, the blades held outwards just as before. However, as he got closer to Locien, his body twisted and he went into a full spin, one blade leading, the other following. Power filled his body, it would only take one touch to paralyze Locien, one touch and it was all over.

Just hearing Soran's words of wanting eternal revenge on him set Locien's face to near rage. He jumped from his position to dodge his spin attack and took a slice towards one of Soran's arms to nick one of his arms out of action so it would be even weapons. The amulet about his neck was pulsing green as his mind dove in and out of his rage, as if it was poised to unleash it's power upon Locien.

"You simply never learn do you? You lost the duel, fair and square. You were judged fair and square, what would you merit by this blind obsession of vengeance?" Locien said through clenched teeth holding his sword in another ready stance as if he was switching to a different style of swordsmanship. "You've learned nothing but how to fall deeper into the pit you dug."

The blade came at him as Locien dodged his next attack. Steel cut across his upper arm, just deep enough to make it useless to try to wield the enormous sword in his hand. So he dropped the weapon, ignoring it completely as he turned to face the dark elf's new position. A wry smile curved his lips, the dull pain through his arm not affecting him at all.

"You let her die, Locien. So it's your fault. I had never had anything precious to me until her, but you let her die," he flipped his blade in his hand as he took a step forwards, "I can't allow you to live. That would just," he stopped, taking a deep breath and raising his mismatched eyes upwards as if he were agitated, "haunt me, to let you live."

He lunged forward, his sword held diagonally across his body as he prepared to strike Locien straight across his chest.

Locien raised his sword to block the oncoming attack as his face turned ever more raging at Soran's words. "Leave. her. out of this Soran." Locien said in an emotionless tone of anger. In the oncoming swordlock they seemed to look like two wolves fighting for a scrap of meat. Locien backflipped away from the flip and was ready to engage in an attack of his own when a crossbow bolt whizzed by his face as he saw a dark elven woman charge into the fray.

"How many people are after me today!?" Locien exclaimed in a comical angry tone.

"Im your only concern Casshern." Lyuze stated as she drew her two swords. Locien's eyes widened as he recognized one of the swords she drew in her hands.

"You're Zianro's sister or else you wouldn't have called me By the ancient Elvahn word for 'Seeker's Pride'." Locien said as he kept his eyes on both her and Soran, how could he possibly handle two foes at once? "Miss Pyren, I'll let you have a chance to avenge your brother's death soon, but of course I have to juggle both you and my former kinsman."

"That's fine by me!" Lyuze yelled out as she sliced at Locien, causing him to jump away from the attack. He had a feeling the next attack would come from Soran and readied himself for that attack.

Soran's instinct was the only thing that kept him from being impaled by the crossbow bolt that flew between them. He stopped mid stride as he'd been chasing after Locien when the dark elf had back flipped. The cross bolt flew right passed him, nearly cutting across his neck, even so, he could feel a thin trickle of his own blood slowly spill down to his collarbone.

Turning his sharp gaze, he caught sight of a striking young woman as she too attacked Locien. At first he admired her as she swiftly set to a string of attacks. Then, he grew angry at her for stepping in and taking his prey without permission. Not that he would have given it anyway.

Soran's power filled him as he watched her, waiting for the block from Locien. Once it came, he went after her, his eyes narrowed dangerously, "Who said you were allowed to fight him?" Soran growled as he came in at the woman fast. He swung his blade at her, hoping to take her down in one strike, though at the back of his mind, he wouldn't have minded killing her slowly.

Locien was surprised at how Zianro's sister was, in almost every aspect save for her swordsmanship, like her brother. He couldn't help but give a small grin during their fight. During one sword lock, however Lyuze managed to push Locien away.

But then Soran came charging in angry at being ignored for that fraction of a time, with a slight scratch on his neck. Locien's eyes widened as his mind flashed to the moment he imagined how Soran killed his betrothed. "No, not again, No no no no....." Locien's teeth clenched as the words escape his mouth. In a flash Locien rushed to Soran and sent a powerful punch towards him, just as Lyuze managed to pull her blades to a defensive state.

"I have allies coming back soon Soran, Im sure you don't want to meet them." Locien stated. Lyuze was in a state of shock as she backed away in confusion, why did the Pride of the Seeker save her from the other assassin out for his head.

"Wh-Why?" She asked out loud.

Soran raised his arm and caught Locien's punch into the hard bone of his forearm. A slight pain wracked him, shooting up his arm to his shoulder, but he ignored it. Instead a wild light filled his eyes as he turned his gaze to the dark elf. His wicked smile that never seemed to leave his lips grew wider.

"Protecting her hu? My what a shocking coincidence. I wonder how it feels to not have been there to keep her from being killed. It's your fault, Locien. You know this as well as I," Soran's voice was deep, dripping with acid. Snatching his other hand outwards, he caught Locien in a tight grasp, his fist gathering the elf's clothing at the neck and pulling him closer. His magic long forgotten, Soran savored the look in Locien's eyes.

"What if I immobilized you and made you watch as I kill her too? What would it matter to you? She just tried to shoot a cross bolt at you. Why should she live? I can take care of her for you, Locien. Then you and I can be uninterrupted in our glorious reunion," Soran pulled his sword back and pressed the tip of it against Locien's shoulder.

Locien's face turned more wrathful as Soran inked his words of dark malice upon him as he grabbed him and pinned him down. He was going to be immobilized and he knew he had to work fast before the sword pierced his arm.

"Sorry Zoron, but it's an emergency." Locien apologized to his Dragon in his thoughts in which he only heard a small growl of understanding and support. As soon as he heard that he grabbed hold of the amulet around his neck and whispered, "I awake in repentance." As he said those words he kissed the amulet as it started to glow it's green glow as he grabbed onto Soran's arm.

"You forgot something Soran. As Pride of the Seeker, I am a direct descendant of One of the first Elvahn that became Dark Elves, and was appointed by the Seeker himself to be as such." Locien stated as he threw Soran towards a wall. Getting up Lyuze saw a shocking change to the Pride of the seeker's appearance. His normal Violet eyes had started to glow as green as the amulet.

"Like I said before, Soran. There are going to be some allies of mine coming anytime now. Of course one is already here." Locien stated as clear as day while he grasped the amulet again, whispering, "Sleep in forgiveness." and kissed it once more, causing the glow on both amulet and eyes to fade. "You remember him well, Soran. If I give the word, He'll lick his chops for the rest of you. You're going to be outmatched Soran, so what will you do?"

The strength that had Soran lifted off his feet and thrown into the wall was unexpected, but exhilarating. Even as he hit the wall, coughed up a bit of blood, he still smiled at Locien. Doubled over from the blow he took, his sword now on the floor, he allowed his own power to fill him once again. Both weapons raised from the floor and came back to his hands, but that wasn't his real skill in magic. The paralyzing touch filled him as he leveled his gaze at the man.

"Comrades you say? Then all the more pleasure for me!" He cried and lunged at Locien, turning his blades in a deadly whirlwind, his body doing the same spin as he'd done before, but faster. It didn't matter to Soran if the others came, it only mattered that he had Locien right in front of him.

( and There! Kudos for Qaida for her superb help in making this fight come to life! :D)