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Adonijah versus Jarrysn
Adonijah enters the rune inscribed cave, gazing upon the characters written upon its walls. The knight seems almost out of
place, entering such a dark area wearing the holy armor that protects him from the evil’s of the world. His breastplate
reflects the soft, blue glow of the runes, showing the picturesque portrait of Michael, the archangel of the Lord. The crimson
cape of the knight flows behind him, swaying in the gentle breeze of the underground cavern wind, blowing random from the
darkness. The knight thinks to himself that he has indeed walked into a darker realm, something that causes a heightened sense
of anxiety to appear upon the knight’s face and posture, as his hands go towards the hilt of his broad sword. The sound
of footsteps echo in this place, as the human moves forward, into a small crowd of people. He then sees the drow assassin
in the midst of the crowd. The knight’s eyes glare at him, knowing that he is the one that the knight has waited for,
to even a score from long ago. The pious knight slowly starts moves his left hand to his side, and with the right hand, begins
to cautiously remove the sword from it’s slumber within it’s sheath. The blue light begins to shine upon the blade,
showing the remarkable fine, intricate details of a battle scene portrayed upon it. The scene depicts a battle from the ancient
days, from when only God and angels roamed these lands, and when good clashed against evil for the rights to this place. As
the knight removes the blade completely from it’s sheath, he begins to run towards his opponent, anxious and at the
same time pleased that he has now had the chance to encounter this assassin once again. As the knight draws near his rival,
he places the tip of the blade against the ground, but only enough to allow the tip to draw a small line in the dirt behind
him, showing his path from whence he came. The assassin is now only a few feet away, and the knight dashes forward with great
speed, bringing the sword up at the last moment to attack his enemy’s left leg, hoping to maim and end the fight quickly…
Jarrysn tilts his neck in a wide arc, cracking audibly as he does so. Stretching for a moment, he prepares his physical body
while his mind slowly comforts itself with the surrounding darkness, drinking it in like a warm embrace. Lifting a weather
worn ebon hand, the drow draws his hood over his silver tresses, concealing the only thing able to give him away in this dark
place. Checking his face plate, he secures it in place before giving heed to his opponent, amused at the human. With a few
hastily spoken words from the drow dialect, the runes on the wall begin to fade to an almost unseen light, knowing the words
well. Jarrysn, using one hand to hold his scabbard in place, throws the other into the air, the metallic ring announcing to
all the entrance of his blade into the battle. Grasping it tightly with one hand, he swings the blade with a nonchalant ease
down to meet the knights, rolling in the darkness while using the others sword as a pivot with his own, sending him off into
the darkness before any retaliation could be had by the knight. Holding his cloak against his form, Jarrysn moves through
the ethereal darkness with an uncanny fluidness given to his people. A soft screech breaks the silence as his sword escapes
once more into its sheath, no longer needing to be used. Moving to another area of the cave, Jarrysn allows the unnerving
silence to continue until finally he breaks the silence with a quick "twang". The sound of a taut string being released quickly
followed by the undeniable sound of an arrow breaking the air. Where though is it coming from, which direction? Jarrysn simply
smirks to himself, holding his bow at bay, waiting to hear the shriek of a dying man.
Adonijah turns back around, steadying himself after his blow that sliced nothing but the damp air of the cave left him
slightly off balance. He senses something is very odd about this place, and his thoughts are brought to life as the cave darkens.
Knowing that he has to act quickly to keep up with his dark opponent, the knight closes his eyes and relies on his other senses.
Upon hearing the sound of the string being released, his ears quickly begin to search for the direction of the sound. With
the cavern echoing, it makes it quite difficult to do so, and thus the knight begins to visibly sweat, felt only by him due
to the darkness of the cave. At the last moment, the knight takes his best course of action, knowing that he must do so to
ensure that he will be saving his life from an unwanted end. The pious knight drops to his knees and begins to pray, praising
God out loud so that the caverns begin to create an extreme noise from all the knight’s shouting and the echo effect
in this place. A soft thud is heard against the wall where he once stood. In an instant, as if God himself answered the knight’s
prayer, the runes themselves light up, not with a blue glow, but with an intense white glow, as if something more powerful
is controlling them. Adonijah stops praying and stands, gazing around the cavern, looking for his opponent. Knowing that he
now holds the advantage due to the drow’s extreme dislike for light, he begins to plot his next attack. The knight picks
up his sword from the ground, where he laid it down to pray, and begins to rush towards the drow yet again. This time, the
pious knight begins to chant another prayer as he closes in upon his opponent. The runes begin to increase in intensity, as
if creating a field of light to hide Adonijah behind. At the last moment, the human takes a rusty dagger from his belt and
throws it towards the assassin’s right arm using his left hand and brings the sword in his right hand into a high arc,
readying it to strike the drow’s left shoulder…
Jarrysn blinks behind his face plate, slightly amused that he gets to torture the human a little longer. All signs of joy,
however, slip from his facade as the runes begin to radiate light, tingling his flesh through his garments. He focuses his
mind upon the words as he begins to utter them, defying Adonijah and whatever god he may serve. The runes, though being controlled
by a supposedly more powerful god, cannot deny their maker, always is magic more powerful in the hands of its creator than
when overtaken by another. Struggling, for his knowledge of magic is brief, Jarrysn finally mutters the right words, the runes
quickly dispersing into nothingness; their light extinguished rather than put to some ill use. Only now is the drow able to
see what is coming at him, the hateful light gone, almost forgotten as the darkness sweeps over this deep place once more.
Caught at unawares, Jarrysn swings his longbow up to meet the sword. Though crushing into it, destroying the weapon's use,
it does manage to slow the blade to a stop as it pierces through the wood. Unable to stop the dagger, Jarrysn emits a deep
groan from the depths of his throat, lunging towards Adonijah with one step, lust controlling his movements. In his free hand
is another arrow, already in hand and waiting to be fired until the loss of Jarrysn's bow. Thrusting this forward, Jarrysn
attempts to stab the human in the neck while his sword is unable to offer any defense, as Jarrysn maintains his hold on his
bow, keeping the sword locked with it.
Adonijah struggles with the drow, trying to release it’s hold upon the knight’s sword. Sweat drips from the
knight’s forehead onto the drow’s clothing, leaving a small discoloration upon the clothing from the drips of
perspiration. During the struggle, the knight is not fully aware of the arrow in the assassin’s hand. At the very last
moment, the arrow is seen out of the corner of the human’s eyes, and he tries to react to dodge the blow. The assassin’s
hand-eye coordination is very accurate and would have struck its mark if it were not for the knight’s quick reflexes.
The human brings up his left arm just in time to try to deflect the blow, but the drow’s strength is more than what
the human expected. The knight’s left hand is struck by the arrow, driving the arrow straight into the human’s
palm. Adonijah screams in pain and blood falls to the ground, collecting in a pool around the knight’s feet. Adonijah
steps back, releasing his hold upon his sword, knowing that he would rather be unarmed in a better position to defend himself
than to be struggling in hand to hand combat with the skilled assassin. Adonijah stares at his left hand, gazing upon the
severity of the wound and the arrow that now is part of his anatomy. The knight then stops screaming, and turns his eyes directly
to his opponent, glaring with an intense hatred that he has never felt before. In one motion, he brings his right hand down
upon the arrow, ripping it completely out of his hand. The arrow falls to the ground, arrow tip and upper shaft completely
covered in the human’s crimson blood. The blood is now pouring from the knight’s hand, creating a much larger
pool of blood upon the ground. Adonijah then closes his eyes, beginning to chant once again. No thoughts of pain race through
the knight’s mind, rather the thoughts of revenge and hatred now flow freely, thoughts that the human has not experienced
for a long time. The cavern runes begin to pulse a deep red, the color of the human’s blood, in reaction to the chanting
of the human. Something has been unleashed in the knight, causing him to forget the peace and serenity of the world he was
a part of just a few brief moments ago. The cavern begins to shake, causing small tremors in the ground and rocks falling
from the walls. In a instant, a rift opens in the floor, beginning with Adonijah and slowly widening as it draws near to the
drow, hoping to devour the assassin and send him to the hell that awaits him…
Jarrysn allows his bow to drop from his grasp, taking the knight's sword with it, lost in the darkness enveloping the ground.
Clutching his shoulder, Jarrysn shrinks into the shadows, silently. Easing the dagger free from his form, Jarrysn cannot help
but howl with pain, his hand gripping the hilt of the weapon fiercely. His eyes easily pick the knight out in the dark, seemingly
amazed as he tears the barbed tip from his flesh with no thought, blood flowing freely from him. Jarrysn, on the other hand,
swoons slightly, the loss of blood affecting his performance. Staggering against the wall, Jarrysn searches silently until
he finds a place to grab hold, then hoists himself onto the wall with a spider like ability, years of living in caves making
its presence known in the ease in which he does this. With a deadly accuracy, the drow hurls the dagger back at the knight,
a smirk threatening to play upon his visage. As the projectile whirls through the air, Jarrysn can only hope that the weakened
knight is so focused upon his spell that he will not hear the attack coming, and if he does all is well, for his concentration
will be broken and the spell will cease.
Adonijah collapses to a knee from sheer exhaustion and from the great amount of blood loss. He holds his head up, searching
for his opponent, peering into the rift to watch for a free-falling body that never appears. Confused and exhausted, he looks
around the cavern for his rival. His ears begin to play a larger role again, due to the lack of light in this cave. The sound
of the dagger slicing the air is faint, but audible to the knight. Thinking about this impending danger causes Adonijah to
completely collapse to the ground, out of pure exhaustion, physically, mentally, and emotionally. As he lies there, the soft
sound of the dagger flies above him, and he gives out a sign of relief, knowing he just barely escaped the weapon. As he lies
there, he begins to collect his thoughts, and push away the intense hatred to which he is unaccustomed to. He picks himself
off the ground, using his right hand to push off the ground, thrusting his left hand to his chest to put as little pressure
as possible upon it. He then nods to the drow, knowing that this duel has been well met.
Adonijah versus Azmron
Adonijah bows to his opponent, Azmron, the elfish ranger, in acknowledgment of the impending confrontation ahead. Adonijah
begins to chant a psalm of praise to his God, in respect for this glorious day He has made. As the chanting begins to get
louder, the knight closes his eyes and begins to breathe harder. The caves start to shake, as if a small tremor’s epicenter
is a mere foot away. At once, the pious knight stops chanting, the tremors stop, and he opens his eyes to reveal the dark,
reddish tint of his pupils. He slowly begins to remove his elemental long sword, trying to decide upon which element would
most benefit him in this battle. The knight chooses, and a flame burst forth on the blade, one of a black flame, showing the
other side of this knight, the Dark Knight; the life he led just a few short years ago before converting to his Godly ways
now. As the flame begins to simmer on the blade, he dashes towards his opponent, sword in both hands, taking aim at slashing
his left arm, just below the ranger’s shoulder…
Azmron slightly suprised at the fact that a meir human was trained in the art of god, So in tuned to his religion that the
heavenly figure had blessed his sword. Yet not impressed the elf merely dodges the attack and blows light onto the back side
of the sluggish Knight throwing him off balance. He then takes a small rock a little reminder of his elven kind from the lands
of Andur'Blough Inninness kindly given to him during his hard years of training. The elf pulls the stone close to his chest
and closes his eyes, bringing forth the magical energy from the stone. Using his spirit to call upon the being within, Suddenly
the rock appears to grow spikes. The Elf then releases the rock as it is attracted to the awaiting knights black-chainmail
sleeve. Digging deep into the surface and glowing a crimson red, Ready to explode...
Adonijah grimaces in pain as the rock digs down deep into his arm. He quickly takes the tip of his sword, carefully extinguishing
the blade for now, and digs the tip of the blade into his arm, beneath the rock. With a quick jerk, the rock bursts out of
his arm and smashes against the cavern wall, sending only some small rocks flying from the impact. The knight knows he has
avoided a deadly instrument, but nonetheless knows it was his God that allowed the rock to be removed without causing any
harm to him. He quickly realizes that he is indeed out-classed in dexterity, but there is one thing the ranger did not count
on. Adonijah quickly begins to chant once again, this time letting his right arm drop to his side with his sword. “Ki
tay keiyo se man chi,” bellows from the knight. As soon as the chant is completed, a small fissure opens up on the east
side of the cavern. Out of the fissure erupts a spirit dragon, one that Adonijah learned to summon as a Dark Knight. The dragon
flies towards the elf, bearing its claws, readying them to take a swipe at the chest of Azmron…
Azmron Thrown off from the appearance of the dragon the ranger withdraws another stone, With his bow ready he starts to concentrate
in meditation. The rock shines a bright hue of green as the elf fades into a transparent being. The Dragon flows through the
Spirit, falling to the ground soon thereafter. In the hand of the elf is a dragons heart, brought from the dead creature behind
him. He then chucks the heart into the air and sends three different glowing arrows into it. One blue like the sky, another
a crimson red, the last a Black darker then the gloomiest night. The heart explodes bringing forth not one but two dragons.
Combines with his own dragon their is three deadly beast standing before Adonijah ready to attack. So they do...
Adonijah drops to the ground at seeing that his Spirit Dragon had no effect on the elf. Standing before him now are three
dragons, each glaring at him with the intent of hurting the pious knight. Adonijah then realizes he still has his sword in
his right hand. Instantaneously he brings it up, summoning the elemental long sword to take on the element of wind. He quickly
swings the blade in the direction of the dragons, causing a blast of air to knock them towards the walls as if they were but
dust in the wind. The dragons flail in the wind and become entangled in the tapestries lining the room, unable to escape their
prisons. Knowing that the duel has now come to a stand still, Adonijah bows to his opponent, acknowledging the elf’s
skills and knowing that the fate of this battle now lies in the hands of the judges.
Aeryn Lin versus Adonijah
Death Duel
Aeryn Lin stands against a wall, muscular arms folded across an ample bosom. The flickering light of many candles gleams against
the strange, platinum hue of her hair, alighting it in such a way that for a moment, one would wonder if the rest of Aeryn
Lin was even there at all. With a slight toss of her head, the assassin fixes brooding, tempestuous sea-gray eyes upon the
human form of Adonijah, and as she studies him with the most calculating scrutiny, crimsoned lips curve into a contemptuous
sneer. With the grace and silence of a cat, she emerges from the shadows, the candles’ glare again dancing upon her—but
not upon the siren herself, but the wickedly curved blade held in her hand. A malicious grin spreads across the vampire’s
inhumanly beautiful visage, and with careful precision, one hand drops discreetly towards her belt. Not so much as a hiss
is heard as a small dagger is drawn, its blade formerly dipped in poison and now sharpened enough to pierce through even the
strongest of chain mail. A faint ‘snap’ resounds through the room and the air whirls around the tiny, poisoned
projectile as it flies in a beeline towards Adonijah’s right eye. Taking advantage of her previous onslaught, Aeryn
Lin now lunges forward, the muscles in her legs tensing for only a brief moment as she springs. The scimitar is lifted, and
then brought down in an arc, accurately centered upon Adonijah’s upper torso.
Adonijah is knelt before the altar, praying for protection in the upcoming battle ahead as his opponent, the vampire known
as Aeryn, walks into the temple. The knight smirks and begins to rise, allowing the cloak he wears to slowly move from the
floor to taking it’s place behind him. The knight turns to his opponent, eyes never losing the sight of the assassin.
He reaches down with his right hand to grab the hilt of his finely detailed blade while his left hand dangles at his side,
still bandaged from a previous battle. The image of Michael, the archangel of the Lord, emblazoned upon the mail he wears
for all to see his true allegiance. The knight catches glance of the slightest movement of the vampire’s hand, aware
of the fluid motion from the skilled training his opponent has had. In a flash, the dagger that was once in the vampire’s
hand is upon him, and he takes a step to the left to dodge it as he draws his blade from it’s slumber upon his hip.
As Aeryn Lin’s blade reaches him, he brings his blade up to deflect the well placed assault. The clash of the blades
can be heard from miles away as it echoes within the temple, signaling the beginning of a great clash between two great warriors.
As he pushes against the blade of his opponent, he takes a step forward, putting himself face to face with his opponent and
while grinning, says, “It will take more than a dagger to take my soul from this land, m’lady.” He flings
his arms down and the blades fall harmlessly back to their owners. In retaliation, the knight rushes to the altar behind him
and dips his blade within the holy water, smiling as he knows this will cause great pain to the undead vampire that has placed
herself in front of him. He turns with a jerk, and now holding the blade with both hands, begins to form an X pattern with
his blade. The jagged edge of scimitar drips very small molecules of the water to the floor as it takes flight from Adonijah’s
meticulous motions. As he closes in, he arcs the last blow to impact the left shoulder of his opponent in a slashing motion
to go across her body, hoping to slice the vampire in half…
Aeryn Lin laughs outright, forgetting her own failure to injure Adonijah as she watches his ignorant actions. She bows her
head slightly forward, a wicked smirk adorning those inhumanly beautiful features. “There are no gods here, silly boy,”
she breathes, more than a hint of laughter in her musical voice. “There is only me.” The woman adjusts her posture,
shifting her curvaceous body at an angle that would almost be considered provocative, though efficient enough. Finely sculpted
legs tense, the muscles bulging slightly with the assassin’s every movement, and with unnervingly quick reflexes, somersaults
backwards, bending her legs and pulling her knees against her chin. The siren’s body is curled into a tight ball until
Aeryn Lin is nearly upon the ground again. Then, like the air of a creature emerging from hibernation, she extends her legs
and lads unharmed upon the floor. Only then does the woman notice the drops of water dangling precariously from Adonijah’s
scimitar, and at the sight of them she smiles with evident delight. Another whisper echoes through the room, directed towards
her foe. “Know your friend…know your enemy better.. Do you not know that all water leads to the sea?” With
an imperious gesture, the droplets of ‘holy’ water are flung by some strange power away from the weapon, showering
the spectators and Aeryn Lin all with horizontal rain. Misty eyes the hue of a stormy sea take in the vicinity a second dime,
a wonderfully awful idea occurring in the assassin’s mind. With little more than a thought, she sheathes her scimitar,
this time reaching and freeing the steel short bow strapped to her back. Aeryn Lin squints for a moment, before firing into
the greenery above once, twice, three, four and five times. At first, little more than an audible groan is heard, but after
little more than a breath a massive sea of greenery comes crashing down from the ceiling above towards Adonijah, thick, thorny
branches, poisonous leaves, and other hazards almost as evident as Aeryn Lin’s initial plan to ensnare him.
Adonijah watches as his opponent dodges his attack with a slight frown upon his face. He flares at the vampire, eyes never
blinking nor wavering from their line of sight toward this undead being. His arm muscles twitch as the anticipation of the
forthcoming attack is imminent. He wipes the sweat and rain from his brow, so that nothing impairs his ability to track this
assassin. The human watches as the assassin fires arrows into the greenery with a puzzled look upon his face. The blade in
his hands never moves or flinches, as if a scorpion poised for a deadly strike that is sure to happen. The knight jumps at
the sound of the crashing, and turns immediately to peer at the unnatural beast that now lay in front of him. At once, the
knight begins to swing wildly at the branches coming towards him, until at once he stops. He lets the sword in his right hand
drop to his side and closes his eyes. The branches envelope him and seem to swallow him whole. As he disappears from the sight
of his rival, he begins to chant a praise to his God. In a few brief moments, the greenery explodes, as if a massive bomb
has detonated within the concoction. Before the onlookers, Adonijah stands, arms at his sides, muscles visibly twitching from
arm to foot. His eyes open, slowly, revealing white orbs, void of color. The knight slowly drops his head from staring up
position to a direct glare at the assassin. A smile comes across his face and he slowly lifts his left hand in a fist. His
index finger then releases itself from the fist and he makes a no motion with it, taunting his opponent. “God is in
everything. And you are no God!” the knight states. A loud, boisterous laugh is heard from the knight, and then another
chant. At once, birds of all kinds flock to the temple, waiting to enter the fray. At once, Adonijah brings his right hand
up and motions it as if he is pushing the windows open, allowing the enormous flock outside to enter. Bird feathers fly, creating
a white cloud within the temple, and a rush of wind is felt behind them as they close in upon the vampire…
Aeryn Lin grins unnervingly, securing the bow back to its place upon her back, and then spreading both arms and slender fingers
wide. “Little of me, little you know…” She chants softly, her voice low, hauntingly beautiful. “We
were the children of the god of the seas, turned against him by his jealous twin, who resented the attention he lavished upon
us.” Her bloodstained lips part, followed by a soft exhalation of air. A soft, enchanting melody wafts through the air,
emanating from the faery as fine scents would from a carnivorous flower. The birds, caught off guard by this unexpected harmony,
hesitate to listen to this deadly song of compulsion and desire. For so long do they remain still that each and every one
falls to the ground, landing with sickening splats upon the hard floor. Soon flecks of gore, small, hollow bird bones, and
other innards litter the ground, bringing a satisfied smile to the assassin’s lips as her words finally cease. “It
seems this time, my god has won.” As she speaks, the assassin suddenly retreats from Adonijah, approaching the wall
furthest from him and the window. From outside, a massive shadow blots out the pregnant moon, and with a deafening crash,
the outside wall nearest to Adonijah implodes! Shards of stone, bird corpses, and other shrapnel are fired naturally towards
him, yet the cause of this chaos is the real threat. Through the newly created window, the huge snout of a dragon is thrust
in. The maw of Khan’derin opens wide, revealing sharp, jagged teeth stained with old blood, and with a low rumble, the
dragoness slides her head towards the puny human, hungrily awaiting the taste of his flesh on her tongue.
Adonijah watches in awe as the flight of birds fall helplessly to the ground, amazed at the sheer lack of appreciation
of all things created this undead vampire has. A single tear forms under the knight’s left eye and drops to the ground
after watching the chaos and havoc that just took place. As the human’s eye brows raise, his arm muscles begin to relax
and allow for his arms to drop to his side. The adrenaline in his legs still causes the muscles of his calves to twitch, readying
themselves for the next movement the knight will make. A loud explosion is heard from behind the knight and the knight reacts
by covering his face with his hands and ducking down to prevent any debris from striking his head. A loud roar is heard, and
the knight turns to face this new demonic entity. Staring at the dragon, Adonijah’s eyes meet the dragon’s eyes,
locking in a gaze of mortal enemies. In a brief moment, Adonijah unbandages his left hand and sticks his finger into the open
wound. He cries out in extreme pain, loud enough to echo through the temple and to make others cover their ears from the noise.
Adonijah looks up and closes his eyes, while sweat runs down his forehead and onto the floor, mixing with the blood pooled
underneath his left hand from the open wound. At once, his cries stop, causing an eerie silence to occur within the temple.
He opens his eyes and stares at the dragon, revealing the crimson red orbs that have taken the place of the previous white
eyes. “Dragon,” the knight cries out, “you will not harm me, for I am now your master.” The dragon
lunges towards the knight, and the knight is heard quietly whispering a chant. At once, the dragon stops inches away from
entrapping the knight within it’s massive jaws. Adonijah touches one of the razor sharp teeth with his left hand, letting
the blood from the wound flow within the dragon’s mouth, as if he was feeding the beast. The dragon slowly raises it’s
head and reveals the knight to the assassin. The knight’s jet black hair is now flying in the wind, yet there is no
breeze felt by anyone else who is in the area. The red orbs pierce through the air and gaze upon the vampire, as if searching
for a soul within the undead being. Reaching down to his side, Adonijah’s right hand grasps the hilt of his blade, and
slowly removes it, while his left hand he brings up for the dragon to touch gently with it’s lower jaw. “Nice
pet. But it seems I have taught him a new trick.” A smile comes across the human’s face and he brings his sword
up, pointing it directly at Aeryn. The dragon slowly moves backwards, but then lunges forward, opening it’s mouth, producing
a great fiery breath of air rushing towards the vampire. After the flame’s tail, Adonijah rushes towards the assassin,
throwing the dagger from his belt with his left hand at the assassin’s left side while bringing his sword up with his
right hand, preparing a massive blow aimed for the assassin’s right side, mimicking a pincher move, honed to slice his
opponent in half…
Aeryn Lin lets out a melodramatic sigh of annoyance, placing pale hands upon her hips as the foolish mortal somehow manages
to sway her draconic companion. Muttering angrily to herself, the assassin closes her eyes. Whispered, telepathic words seep
through the ancient bond between dragoness and assassin, and with a swift shake of her massive head, Khan’derin frees
herself from Adonijah’s silliness. Not soon enough, however, to save her mistress from the jet of ill-aimed flame. Used
to breathing only poisonous ash, the fires were ill-prepared and slowly devour the floor between Aeryn Lin and Adonijah. Suddenly,
she stumbles! Falling in a feint to the right, she rolls across the floor, bloodying her leather attire with more debris and
crushed animal remains. She blinks a few times, and springs to her fee with that rapid, vampyric grace. In the blink of an
eye, the gleam of metal appears within the woman’s hand, and with a deafening ‘clang’ her poisoned scimitar
slams into the blade of Adonijah, sending it smashing into a million, tiny, shiny pieces. Aeryn Lin glances coldly at her
foe, the most grim of smiles upon her inhumanly beautiful face, and with her free hand beckons Khan’derin towards her.
The dragoness, though, has had enough of humanoids for the moment, and flies out through the hole she created.
Adonijah bows to his opponent, for she is a worthy duelist. "I shall miss our little shouting matches." ~laughs~
Adonijah kneels to a praying position, awaiting the verdict.
Adonijah said to Aeryn, "Either way, I am honored to be part of such a great duel, whether you wish to admit that or not."
Donovan clears his throat and stands to his feet.
Donovan addresses both duelers, nodding to each of them in turn. "This duel was well fought on both sides, but there can only
be one victor. The judges have deemed Aeryn Lin the winner."
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