Round 1 - Turn 6: Asorial Dragonheart VS Fyrhaine
Asorial was worried about what had happened with Bhelliom, his Spite. She had returned just in time to save him in his previous battle, but she had changed. He found it very unsettling, as she looked as bad as he felt. The last couple of weeks had turned his flesh into a sickly pale image of it's previous beauty. But those were not things he had to worry about right now.
On the other side of the arena, he saw Fyrhaine, his foe, enter. He rememberd that he had been amazed by her beauty the first time he saw her, but that was before he knew who and what she was. The slender Dark Elf had appeared to be somthing else entirely. Something far more dangerous and foul.
Fyrhaine walked gracefully to the middle of the arena to look at the Asrai. "Is this the great Asorial? The Elf who killed anyone he encountered? You look like a sick little child in my eyes. I shall enjoy seeing you suffer." Although she didn't speak loudly, she could be heard all over the arena.
Having said this, she sprinted towards the Asrai, who, only just, had the time to parry the attack. Before he had the chance to recover, the daemonette continued her attack, breaking through his defence once, but missing the strength needed to cause some serious harm.
Realising he couldn't continue this way, or he would be killed, Asorial went into the attack himself. Pressing Fyrhaine backwards with a flurry of blow, he desperately tried to find an opening.
It wouldn't take long.
As the Slaaneshi minion ducked to dodge his blade, he smashed his knee into her face, forcing her to stand upright again. The time needed for her to recover was just enpugh for him to stab her with the blade.
It was as if time had stopped. The only thing he could hear was Fyrhaines cackling as her spirit got drawn into the sword. "This is the end for you, foul daemon."
"You think?" she replied.
Looking back at the sword, he could notice the dramatic difference with the previous times he had used the blade's power. This time, it was his own soul that was getting absorbed.
"Would it be so bad?" part of him said, "This is what I always wanted, to be released of the curse of the blade." But a stronger voice said to him that this what neither the right time, nor the right way.
In a last effort, he pulled the sword out of the daemonette's body.
The normal world rushed back in, and combined with the shock of almost losing his soul, it took him some time to recover. Fyrhaine had her own troubles. The pain made her shudder with pleasure. "This is going to be more fun than I thought."
For the second time, she threw herself at the Asrai in the hope of overwhelming him in a moment of weakness.
But Asorial had already recovered and dived to the side, only just avoiding being hit by the daemonic blades.
He had to end this. Now.
Jumping back up, the two foes circled around eachother in a storm of blades. A couple of times the Asrai would be off-balance as his blade passed right through the daemonette.
But after some minutes, he finally felt his blade hit flesh. Fyrhaine uttered a cry of pure pleasure as she fell to the ground with the blade stuck between her breasts.
Fyrhaine strikes first (2)
0 wounds (rolled a one)
5 hits that autowound
4 wards passed
Spirit Sword roll:
Asorial suffers one wound
3 hits that autowound
2 wards passed