Tabulath - Greycobble Fountain
Lucian's body was enveloped by a wave of agony spreading from the scorch mark at the centre of his chest, the electricity had discharged through his clothes into the flesh leaving a scar burned directly onto the skin. Lucian drew his left hand and slammed his palm on the cold stone floor, he then repeated his action with his right, while then proceeding to slowly arch his body upwards until he caught the image of his target. Lucian first caught a glimpse of the expensive leather boots that rose about halfway up the mage's calf, then the white outline of oriental styled trousers against the tan and scarlet tails of his coat. Beneath the heavy trench-coat that rested firmly on his shoulders was a guided tabard dyed the same crimson hue of his over garment. Everything about their target shouted 'Arrogance', and Lucian had grown tired of toying with his prey.
"He's just like all the other Mage's I've killed." Lucian's smile had returned to his scarred and pale visage, etched onto his face like a madman. He brushed his hand against his chest and let another burst of pain course through his body, then again, and again, and again until the twitches and spasms that shot through every muscle came to a halt. Lucian took a great deal of pleasure in seeing the sly grin on his target's face die when the man he should have just killed picked himself up from the ground and dusted himself off.
"We'll finish this quick. Get ready with your blade; I'm going to be the distraction." Lucian placed both his hands behind his back and with a slow metallic song he withdrew two black daggers from beneath his garb. The blades were single edged and about the length of his forearm. The razor was flecked with black specks that blended perfectly into the metalwork. The hexagonal hilt extended just an inch from the base of his grasp and was made out of steel wrapped in black leathers, strangely enough the weapons both lacked any form of guard to protect the fingers during combat. Lucian spun the magnificently crafted, twin knives between his fingers while his partner was reading his midnight longsword, slashing it through the air as if preparing to land the perfect slice.
The mage's features crunched like a snarling pup as the black cloaked hunters, that had dared challenged him, stood idly playing with their toys,. A wash of red spread subtly across the olive skin of the mage, an indicator to the pit of rage that was brewing behind those brown serpent-like eyes. Growing tired of awaiting his attackers the mage clasped his hands together and focused his magic, with his left he ignited the the inferno of Fire Magic while with his right he surged the bolts of Thunder Magic. As he slowly drew the two hand's apart a stream of red and orange lightning stringed the two together. When they just beyond the shoulders reach the Mage flicked both his hands in unison and the flame coloured lightning contorted and shifted into a two handed blade made of crimson lightning. With both hands the mage grabbed the handle of the claymore and adopted a fighters stance, the ever shifting weapon held comfortable in his grasp.
The moment the Mage had finished summoning his weapon the hunters put an end to their lollygagging and leapt into battle. Lucian had taken the lead once again with Vincent keeping a fair distance behind him. The sound of their footsteps resonating it perfect unison atop the cold stone courtyard. The mage had adopted his guise of hubris once more and was poised to attack; what the mage wasn't aware of was, that in that brief period of rest, the hunter's had already established a plan to end the battle. In the south, the Hunter's of the region developed a technique known ?Silent Song?, An incredibly difficult form of training that was taught to only the most exceptional of Mage Hunters. The technique involved the use of a series of empty swings or movements that would be used as a form of communication between two individuals, thus allowing the hunters to quickly conjure plans of attack or pass on information about an opponent.
As the hunter's drew ever closer the Mage unleashed a volley of swings upon them, each thrust or slash from his mighty magical blade sending an arc of lightning and flames at his rapidly approaching enemies. The first crescent was vertical and was flying straight towards the scarred figure taking the lead, It looked almost as if the attack had made contact but mere seconds before the attack hit he cartwheeled to the left, losing none of his momentum. The second swing was horizontal and launched a wide arc that reaped anything in it's path. The hunter in the lead rolled forward and propelled himself with his hands over the attack, landing perfectly on his feet while the second performed an upwards slash with his terrifying black longsword carving the magical attack in two. Vertical, Horizontal, Diagonal, it didn't matter! The two hunter's were drawing closer and closer with none of his attacks even managing to scratch them.
Lucian was beaming with excitement, the onslaught of attacks were each becoming more savage than the last, a sign that his prey was beginning to falter. Left, right, up, down; it didn't matter what way he wanted to attack as long as he and Vincent could see the direction the blade swung they could predict the path of attack and avoid it. Lucian spun the blade in his left hand once, giving the silent direction for Vincent to fall back and give Lucian the moment he needed to set up the kill.
"Do you know why you're my favourite type of person to kill?" Lucian had closed the gap between himself and the mage and was readying to engage in close quarters combat. The Mage swung his hulking weapon of pure lightning and clashed with a parry from Lucian's two dagger, the black flecks of haladium smelted into the blades providing just enough repulsion to keep the attack from snapping his weapons. The mage fainted backwards and this time opted for an upwards strike. However, Lucian managed to counter the attack by gracefully side stepping the attack and disengaging the trajectory with a sudden slash. Knowing the hunter was merely toying with him, the mage proceeded to unleash a devastating string of slashes, stabs, chops and swings, each either being deflected, reflected, parried or dodged.
Malice seethed from every pour of the mage as the battle changed from a delicate display of two fighters intertwined in the dance of combat, to the rabid swipes of a frustrated animal trying to kill something that was well beyond their comprehension, and he was the animal. The hunter was laughing throughout the assault, he showed no signs of fatigue or fear, even the attack from before, that should of crushed his ribcage, appeared to have been nothing but a futile gesture.
"Why won't you die!" Screamed the mage as he, in a fit of uncontrollable rage, threw his weapon like a javelin in the vein attempting to catch the black clad warrior off guard. Lucian predicted the attack and jumped over the projectile of lightning, he pulled his body into a somersault letting the blade fly underneath him and as he uncurled in mid air he cast his two dagger at his target, pinning him in place by stabbing straight through the mages expensive shoes and into the ground.
"Good Question. You see... I can't die. This entire world revolves around me, I'm it's centre, it's creator. If I were disappear; this world would go along with me." Lucian mused, taking a great deal of pleasure in the contours of pain that emerged from their targets brow.
"Now you can answer my question. Do you know why you're my favourite type of person to kill?" Lucian was now standing just under arms-reach from the crimson mage with a face alight with fury. Before Lucian could hear his answer the mage made one last ditch effort in trying to kill Lucian. Both his hands were ignited with lighting and being thrust left and right. Lucian dodged the first, then the second and by the time the third had come he was gone. Lucian had grabbed the Mage's arm and using all his acrobatic skill launched himself upwards into a handstand atop the targets shoulders.
"It's because you're so beautifully amazed when you die, like you think nothing could kill you but me." Lucian's poncho fell from his shoulders and draped over the entire upper body of the Mage, masking him from the visage of his own impending doom. Vincent, who had been preparing for the signal, began sprinting towards the target as soon as he was pinned by Lucian's daggers, his black blade drawn ready for one mighty swing to end the battle quick and clean. As the cloak fell from his partners shoulders and blocked out their opponents vision Vincent seized the opportunity and carved the Mage in two, slashing through flesh, bone and Lucian's poncho.
