The glass-like crystal that was the blade of the Broadsword cut deftly with its corruptive edge through the body of Hodon and fell him in a final arch of his wrist. Inside the black liquid from the deadpool began to glow with a amber aura as the death inspired its locked spirit to absorb a piece of the corpses essence. Another nightmare of a horrific death was trapped within the blade, and Armanon could feel it getting stronger.
Blood splattered the celestial equipment he wore proudly, the leftovers of one of Ahrimans former knights Kalvas, leaving cuts and knicks etched at the mysterious metals. The tactician smiled as he took what he needed from the dead sorcerors body and turned his attention to his companion, a man he trusted in combat as an equal and as a partner.
The telepath was locked in mortal combat. Words screamed over hisses and the sounds of metal clashing, the blasts of storms of telekenetic energy that swept across the streets and ripped into the body of the opponent. Blasts of wind that cut like razors flung itself at the Telepath and still he pushed on.
He had made it only a few steps towards the two, broadsword readied in one hand, held like a butterknife but weighed more than full steel battle-ax. His other hand was covered in the inky midnight colored mass that caught like liquid fire along his forearm and hand. Purified forces of darkness and shadows, a gift from his Incubi soul. The steps were in vein, however, as with a final scream and wave of his hand the telepath fell his opponent in a final storm of energy, and a grin followed as he saw his partner was also victorious.
The equipment that was kept was given to some of the lesser knights. The warriors who had yet to experience full battle and spent most of their time patrolling the grounds and watching over the battlements. Inside, in the war room where strategies and maps were laid out like canvases covering the walls and tables, Armanon sat as the two heads of the fallen Hodon and Thazul were placed on his mantle. Beside him, looking over some ideas that he had written up, was Nimbis. The telepath who stood in battle against outnumbered odds with him. They werent many, the Knights of Ahrimans Order, but they were loyal and proud.
Above all, they were family.
Posted by Armanon at April 14, 2005 08:26 PM