Post by VDOgAmefrEk on Sept 7, 2010 22:14:40 GMT -5
Xorriel knelt down to the river to wash his face, and said without turning, “Your aura gives you away. Stop spying through the bushes, and tell me what you want already.” The man who had been in the bushes now came forth, and drew his blade. “Why do they always insist on a fight…?” Xorriel sighed, and grabbed his spear, wiping his face clean with his free left hand, tattooed with symbols of darkness, the last memory he had of his home before he left. But Xorriel did not take a fighting stance.
“What are you waiting for? Come at me!” The warrior practically screamed these words. It was clear he was afraid of Xorriel, and he wasn’t very experienced with the blade he held between him and the fallen angel. Xorriel looked the man over. He couldn’t have been more than twenty, maybe twenty-five, and was dressed in armor from head to toe. The one vulnerable spot on his armor would be that his face was uncovered. The emblem of a lion was engraved on his gauntlets; right on the back of his hands, and wherever the armor failed to cover him, instead there was rather thick mesh chain mail.
Xorriel exhaled loudly, and shook his head. “There’s no reason to fight me.”
“You’re a monster, that’s all the reason I need!” The man said these words with a little more confidence, perhaps thinking he was beginning to intimidate Xorriel.
“You seem like a smart guy, so I’ll give you one more chance to leave unscathed.” Xorriel still hadn’t moved. He continued to stand in his upright stance.
“Just come at me beast!” The man lowered his blade to just underneath Xorriel’s heart, and lunged. Xorriel simply side-stepped the man, and came down hard on the man’s head with his fist. The man shook a bit, and then regained his balance. But by the time he was about to attempt another run at Xorriel, he was already grabbed from behind, and dragged to the bushes. Xorriel knelt beside him, and put a finger to his lips, as he looked out into the clearing they had been standing just a moment before. Before them, a demon had appeared, and was now dirtying the once-pure water of the river with blood. Xorriel made a face in disgust of the foul smell he gave off, and turned to look at the man who had been trying to kill him just a moment ago. His face was entirely white, and he looked about ready to faint. Xorriel shook him just enough to make the man realize he was to stay awake the whole time. Then, Xorriel stepped out from the bushes. As soon as he did, the demon turned to face him, claws out, wings turned in menacingly.
“Boy, you have no idea whose power you are dealing with. I come with the blessing of Satan himself, the darkest being this realm over has given me his power to fulfill a quest for the better of all demon-kind. You’d be wise to step away from my duties.” The demon cackled in delight. “Not that you have any say in your life anymore.” The demon came straight at Xorriel, to which Xorriel ducked below the demon, and slashed his spear at his back. A long thin black line formed from the top of the demon’s hind leg to the base of his wing, and at this, he screamed in fury. The demon came at Xorriel again, this time with more speed. Xorriel predicted this, and caught the demon fist first in the gut, or where the human gut would be normally. At this, Xorriel and the demon exchanged a flurry of punches, slashes, and punctures. Xorriel received a lash mark across his cheek, but Xorriel had managed to slice one of the demon’s horns off. The demon howled in pain, and retreated out of the clearing, into the forest beyond.
“Damnit, he’s only half-dead…” Xorriel shook his head, and knelt back towards the river. He dipped his hand into the blood-poisoned river, and from his fingertips, a glowing white substance flowed into the water. It mixed with the blood from the demon, and quickly purified the water once again. Xorriel sighed with relief at this, and turned to face the warrior, who was now staring at him with awe. “Once again, I’ll give you one more chance to leave in peace.” At this, the man stood in silence, and bowed his head. Slowly, he turned away, and walked back into the forest, dragging his sword in the dust behind him.
“What are you waiting for? Come at me!” The warrior practically screamed these words. It was clear he was afraid of Xorriel, and he wasn’t very experienced with the blade he held between him and the fallen angel. Xorriel looked the man over. He couldn’t have been more than twenty, maybe twenty-five, and was dressed in armor from head to toe. The one vulnerable spot on his armor would be that his face was uncovered. The emblem of a lion was engraved on his gauntlets; right on the back of his hands, and wherever the armor failed to cover him, instead there was rather thick mesh chain mail.
Xorriel exhaled loudly, and shook his head. “There’s no reason to fight me.”
“You’re a monster, that’s all the reason I need!” The man said these words with a little more confidence, perhaps thinking he was beginning to intimidate Xorriel.
“You seem like a smart guy, so I’ll give you one more chance to leave unscathed.” Xorriel still hadn’t moved. He continued to stand in his upright stance.
“Just come at me beast!” The man lowered his blade to just underneath Xorriel’s heart, and lunged. Xorriel simply side-stepped the man, and came down hard on the man’s head with his fist. The man shook a bit, and then regained his balance. But by the time he was about to attempt another run at Xorriel, he was already grabbed from behind, and dragged to the bushes. Xorriel knelt beside him, and put a finger to his lips, as he looked out into the clearing they had been standing just a moment before. Before them, a demon had appeared, and was now dirtying the once-pure water of the river with blood. Xorriel made a face in disgust of the foul smell he gave off, and turned to look at the man who had been trying to kill him just a moment ago. His face was entirely white, and he looked about ready to faint. Xorriel shook him just enough to make the man realize he was to stay awake the whole time. Then, Xorriel stepped out from the bushes. As soon as he did, the demon turned to face him, claws out, wings turned in menacingly.
“Boy, you have no idea whose power you are dealing with. I come with the blessing of Satan himself, the darkest being this realm over has given me his power to fulfill a quest for the better of all demon-kind. You’d be wise to step away from my duties.” The demon cackled in delight. “Not that you have any say in your life anymore.” The demon came straight at Xorriel, to which Xorriel ducked below the demon, and slashed his spear at his back. A long thin black line formed from the top of the demon’s hind leg to the base of his wing, and at this, he screamed in fury. The demon came at Xorriel again, this time with more speed. Xorriel predicted this, and caught the demon fist first in the gut, or where the human gut would be normally. At this, Xorriel and the demon exchanged a flurry of punches, slashes, and punctures. Xorriel received a lash mark across his cheek, but Xorriel had managed to slice one of the demon’s horns off. The demon howled in pain, and retreated out of the clearing, into the forest beyond.
“Damnit, he’s only half-dead…” Xorriel shook his head, and knelt back towards the river. He dipped his hand into the blood-poisoned river, and from his fingertips, a glowing white substance flowed into the water. It mixed with the blood from the demon, and quickly purified the water once again. Xorriel sighed with relief at this, and turned to face the warrior, who was now staring at him with awe. “Once again, I’ll give you one more chance to leave in peace.” At this, the man stood in silence, and bowed his head. Slowly, he turned away, and walked back into the forest, dragging his sword in the dust behind him.