Alexander Khri'pher (8)
Lutra stepped up to the fallen Lorien and walked out in front of him with the intenchin of watching him scream in the pain of a magical death. "It seems, poor litle bunny, that what you have studied, lived with, and relied on most of your life is now going to be your demise. It's kinda' ironic, don't you think?" Lorien spat up at her face in discust but not before he cringed in pain. "Go to hell you traitorous bitch!" he snapped at her. "Death by magic is what I wanted. No matter how painfull you can make it, I will surely enjoy it to the fullest, as magic is a sorcerer's life and should also be his death." Lutra just shook her head and chuckled a little bit at the incompetence of her opponent. "We'll just see how much pain you can take and still enjoy your death," she said calmly, then standing up straight and pointing her staff at Lorien. Lorien closed his eyes to ready himself as best he could for the horrifying pain that was sure to come. He truly did want magic to be the cause of his death, but what got to him was that he could not defeat someone as low and ignorent as Lutra. He could still defeat yet, but only if he had his staff. Without it his magic wasn't as strong. He only had to wait a short moment before someone screamed an incantation, but it wasn't who he had expected. "AUDISNAN!" a deep voice yelled from behind him. Out of instinct Lorien fell flat to the ground and it was good that he did. He looked up as a series of visible sound waves slammed into Lutra and crushed her against the wall. She fell to the ground and propped herself up, cringing in pain as she clutched at her side. Lorien looked back behind him and saw Trent clutching the discarded staff in one paw and his hallabird in the other. "Thank you Trent," was all Lorien could muster at the moment as he slowly brought himself to stand up. "Thank you. But shoudn't you go finnish her off?" After striking down an attacking gaurd without so much as a glance at what he was doing, Trent hurried over to Lorien and helped him stand. He handed the wounded sorcerer his staff and said, "No, let Bree finnish her, she did after all say that she would." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bree struck down two gaurds before noticing Lutra stumbling to her feet. After making sure that nobody was coming after her she padded her way over to Lutra, gripping the dagger at her side that Lutra had left behind when she was exposed as a traitor. A large smile stretched across her face as she watched Lutra trying to get away from her. Bree grabbed her shoulder and the shaking arctic fox just close enough to whisper into her ear. "I promised that I would kill if you broke my trust, and more important if you broke Alexander's heart, that I would kill you on the spot." Lutra squirmed and whimpered in pain as she felt the cold steel of the dagger tear its way into her stomach. As she felt all life leaving her she muttered, "I...wasn't going to kill, (cough), him... I was, (cough, cough), beggining to... love him back." "You should have thought about that before I told you that I always keep my promises." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "The bitch got what she dissereved," Alexander mumbled as he watched Lutra fall to her knees and as bree walked away, sheathing the bloddy dagger and going back to her routine. He looked back at Lorien and asked as he handed him back his black staff, "Do think you can take care of the rest of the, what shall we call it... crowd in your condition?" Lorien emediatly straightened himself up and clutched the staff in his unharmed paw. "Well..." he started, giving Trent a short moment to take down a few attacking knights. When Trent was back at Lorien's side, his hallabird covered in the enemie's blood, Lorien finished. "I was looking forward to having a bit more fun but I guess we're not here for that. We're here so Alexander can kill Duthjack. You seemed to be pretty good at sorcery, find Bree and Aslan and create a shield around all three of you. I'll..." "But what about Alexander?" Trent interupted quickly, not really sure that this was such a good idea. Lorien smilled comfortingly up at Trent and said, "Don't worry, I can keep this spell away from three people of my choice at once, but one person has to be me. I plan on protecting Alexander, and since Alex wants to kill his rival himself, I'll protect Duthjack against the spell. I want to kill that bastard like you wouldn't believe, he did take my brother away from me, but Alexander wouldn't exactly be happy with me if I did that, plus, I don't think I could take down the bastard in this condition. Not even the spell I have inmind could fully kill him." All of the sudden Lorien sprung at Trent with great speed. Trent tried to move for he thought this was an attack but was to confused to move. Why would his friend attack him? To Trent's relief, Lorien snatched a dagger from the wolf's belt, spun around him, and logged the blade firmly into a knight's chest, (straight through his armor). Lorien turned back to Trent and said, "Go you furball, you have two minutes." Trent didn't pay any mind to the fact that Lorien called him a furball and he didn't wait any longer. He sniffed at the air in search of his friends. It wasn't very hard as their sents were fermiliar to Trent. He ran off into the raging fight and dissapered from Lorien's sight. The first thing Lorien did was create a shield around himself so that nobody would be able to bother him as he prepared the incantation. He picked a dagger off the floor and stood up straight, holding his staff directly out in front of him. He just stood there for a moment, concentrating in the task at hand. Eventually, to him at least, the back ground noise faded. Finally ready for what could the most powerful spell he had ever conjured, he let go of his staff. As it floated in front of him on its own accord, he used the dagger to cut his paw. He then held the dagger that was now dripping with his blood out in front of him and said, "DOLMERIUM SANCTIONARE VORSH DELIUM VOLCOR!" His sheild dropped and a blinding flash of white light was emited from his staff. With his eyes closed he dropped the dagger which stabbed into the ground. "VEKRON BURIOXIUN FLAKTIUM!" The dagger began to glow red hot and after a moment it burst into flame, along with all the knights in the room except for Veren, Aleaxander, and himself, (Trent, Bree, and Aslan were not to far away from Lorien and were protected by Trent's magic shield) Screams of agany rang out through the room, screams that were almost defining. After about two mimutes the screams died out and not even a bit of ashes remained from the massacer. The floor was completely clean, even the blood had been burnt away. Trent's stregth dimminished not even two seconds after the spell had finished it's work and he fell to the ground in exhaustion. It had taken all he had to create a sheild with force enough to protect him and two others for over two minutes and he was now almost emobile. Though he was in eminse pain he felt a sort of acomplishment because if he had let go three seconds before he actually did, they would all be dead. Aslan offered him his paw and Trent gathered enough strength to stand up. Lorien padded his way accross the short distance from him to the others and patted Trent on the shoulder. "You did good pup," he comforted as Trent swayed a little bit. If not for Aslan holding him up he would be flat on the ground again, he was so exhausted. Lorien turned around to see Alexander and Veren slowly aproaching eachother from opposite sides of the room, swords ready in their paws and eyes glaring. "All right Alex, we've done our part, now you do yours!" Lorien cheered as Alexander and Veren got closer and closer. Alexander and Veren came within three feet of eachother before stopping dead in their tracks. Veren looked around the room and let out a chuckle. "Over eighty men, and four people killed them all. To add insult to injury, they made it look like two armys enough to scatter my men like a battle and sepperate us. They've done well, but will you fare as good as they have against me?" "No doubt," Alexander spatt as he stared straight into Veren's calm eyes. Alexander could feel his paw tighten around the sword at his side. It was trimendously hard not to strike down Veren where he stood, but he want'ed his father's killer to know exactly what was going on. "I will kill you. I will dismantle your body as easily as taking apart a child's toy." Though he was talking quite tough like he always did, he was still thinking in the back of his head, 'Shit! I'm still having trouble moving from that first hit. How the hell am I going to fight him in this condition?' "Those are strong words for someone who just got thrown accross a room and through a brick pillar." Veren stated with the addition of a small laugh. "That may be, but my hatred for you is driving me to do this without henderince. Just know this, I'm not going to kill you just to say that I am better then you. I'm going to kill you for revenge of my father's death. Your little challenge was not what drove to come here, it was the fact that you took my father away from me and many others. For this, you will surely rot in......HELLLLLLL!" Alexander swung his sword around for Veren's throat but the jackal was to quick. He ducked down under the blow and jabbed at Alexander's stomach. Alexander saw this coming and spun to the side, then coming back for another attack. He stabbed at Duthjack but his opponent struck his sword out of the way, bringing his own huge sword around and down. Alaxander dodged at just the right time as Veren's sword struck the ground so hard that floor shattered underneath it. Veren watched Alexander attack at his legs and he jumped. When he came back down he landed on Alexander's sword. Alexander reluctintly let go of his sword and jumped to the side, only to see Veren's paw slamming into his chest and once again sending him across the room and hitting the wall. The very audible sound of ribs breaking could be heard throughtout the room, even over the sound of the wall cracking and crumbling. Despite his lack of strength Trent tried go and help and his best friend but Bree and Aslan stopped him quickly. Alexander fell to his paws and knees and coughed up a profuse amount of blood. He looked up and saw Duthjack picking up Alex's sword and chuckling a little. 'Damn, he's right, this blow on top of the first has allready made it so I can't barely move. His strength is to great.' Alexander brought himself to stand up but didn't bother going anywhere as he saw Veren preparing to through the sword at him. 'This is it, it's over,' he thought silently to himelf. 'I can barely move, especially not enough to dodge this.' Veren pulled back the sword and let loose. As the sword was coming straight for him he closed his eyes and thought, 'I'm sorry father.' Alexander prepared himself as best he could as he waited for his own sword to strike him down but nothing came. Out of confusion Alexander slowly opened his eyes and saw the ghostly form of his father standing in front of him. He looked around confusedly for a moment and relized that nothing was moving. Even the sword that was about to strike him down was floating in mid air right behind his father's figure. "What do you have to sorry for?" His father asked as the smoke that made up his body swirled around a little bit but never loosing its form. Alexander tried to speek but couldn't. He found himself to scared to actually do anything. Even though he had seen his father's ghost once before, it was still extremeley hard to except the fact that his dead father was standing right in front of him. His father's spirit caught onto this quick and whent straight to fixing the problem. Right before Alexander's eye's Dolmen's body whent from a smoky image to what wasn't truly human but could have fooled anybody. "There, that should be better." Now that he took a more complete form, Dolmen looked just as he did before he died. His white fur shined like the sun itself and the jet black stripes accented every part of his body. His armor was like it had just been made, shining just as bright as his fur and the dragon in the center almost looked real. Alexander felt himself calm down, as seeing a human form is a little more easy to believe than seeing a ghost is. "Father?" Dolmen nodded his head once and answered quickly, "Yes, it's me, but I don't have much time. You still havn't answered my question; why did you say you were sorry." Alexander didn't think, he just found himself answering emediatlly, his voice cracking a little bit in distress. "Because I have failed to avenge you father. I've lost the fight agaisnt Veren." Dolmen chuckled slightly and shook his head. "Son, you havn't lost yet. If you thought this was the after life I appoligize." Alexander was trying his hardest to think things through but still found himself rambling things off. "Then... did you just stop time?" "No son, that's imposible," Dolmen stated with a smile at his beloved son. "As a matter of fact, I'm not even real. I'm just a part of you. Well, you could actually say that you have frozen time but that wouldn't exactly be true. You see, your just thinking things through, sort of like your life passing you by when you think you're going to die. I'm the part of you that was left behind when I died, so you can trust me just as much as you would have trusted me when I was still alive." There was a short pause as Dolmen awaited another question from his son but none came. "Anyway, like I said, I don't have much time so I'll make this quick. You havn't lost yet. If you act fast enough when this aberation ends, you can still win." "But he's to damn strong dad! I allready can hardly move and he's only hit me two times. I can't move without going through so much pain that I almost pass out." Dolmen shook head in shame. "Son, you havn't lost yet. As long as you still believe, you can win even now." In a split second Dolmen dissapered, though his voice could still be heard by Alexander. Alex tried to ask what he was to believe in but he was cut off by Dolmen. "Just believe," Alexander found himself alone again as everything started to move, though time seemed to be just slow now instead of completely stopped. The sword began to move towards Alexander once again and it was slowly gaining speed. 'Just believe...just believe...just believe..." Alexander kept repeating to himself. 'I do believe father, and I won't loose to this scum.' All of the sudden time whent back to the way it should be and Alexander lunged to the side, just in time to dodge the sword by about an inch. He looked up from the ground to see his sword stabbed well into the cracked wall right behind where he was standing. He tried to move again but felt excrutiating pain from his broken ribs. 'Just believe,' he thought to himelf once more and that was all he needed. It was if the pain had completely dissapered and he was able to move agian. He stood up without any trouble, grabbed the sword, and drew it from the wall. Veren found himself speechless. Alexander shouldn't have been able to get up from that second hit let alone dodge the third, yet the bengal was now walking towards him like nothing was wrong. "How the hell?" he thought out loud as Alexander slowly made his way back over to him. Fear began to take over, as Veren had never encountered an opponent that took that kind of hit and just stood back up again. "JUST DIE!" he yealed as loud as he could, running at Alexander with his sword held high over his head in attack. Alexander just dodged to the side and stuck out his leg, sending Veren topling to the ground. He aloud Duthjack the time to get back up but that was it. He spun around, his sword outstecthed in both paws. Veren jumped the side just in time and blocked Alexander's second spin, though a powerful shockwave struck through the sword to his paws, strong enough to make him drop the sword. Alexander didn't wait any longer, he attacked as hard and as fast as he could before Veren's sword could even clatter to the ground, so fast that Veren didn't have the time to even about moving. Veren felt the cold steel of Alexander's blade tear through his armor and enter his body with ease. As he coughed up a profuse amount of blood he could feel the blood in his body rushing to the wound. He could feel his entire body going cold. Alexander pulled his sword back out of Duthjack's stomack and stood back. All Duthjack could say was, "Impossible." "No, not impossible, nothing is imposible when you believe... when you believe in whatever cause you may be attempting to achieve." With a simple swing of his sword Veren fell the rest of the way to the ground, blood gushing from the gash in his throat. "And my cause... was to kill you. My cause... was to avenge my father." THE END
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