Fletcher Renn had heard various tales about the death bringer. About how she had nearly killed Valkryie Cain, about how she loathed Valkryie, about how she fought Lord Vile and about how she was pretty much insane. These tales had formed an image in his head about her. He imagined her to have a mean face with horrific scars and red eyes, maybe even black but when he met her, she looked nothing like that.
The Death Bringer had scars that weren't all that menacing, her eyes were blue and her face didn't look mean, only when she frowned. Fletcher didn't know whether she was insane or not though.
"You know, as the Death Bringer, I'd thought you to be ugly but you're actually kinda cute." He smiled at her.
His smile didn't go unnoticed. The Death Bringer frowned. "Call me Melancholia. Wait, aren't you're that old boyfriend of Valkryie Cain's who puts to much hair gel in his hair?" Melancholia said bitterly. Then, without much effort, she used shadows to fling him across the floor like a rag doll.
Fletcher hit the ground with a thump. He was sprawled all over the floor and even though he was pretty sure he broke about three ribs, he slowly lifted his achey defensibly to his hair. Gushes of blood flooded out of his shirt but he barely noticed, he just kept thinking this girl just mocked my hair?!
"It's better than yours. Yours looks like you haven't washed it for weeks!" He insulted her.
Melancholia's anger flared. She thought she had pretty much killed him and now he was insulting the great Death Bringer who kills everyone who crosses her path? She began running towards him, shadows circling her hand, when he suddenly disappeared. Melancholia stopped, confused. She thought all teleporters where dead apart from one. Unless….. She almost laughed out loud at the stupidity of it. That idiot with the massive hair was the last teleporter? Seriously?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a blow to the cheek. After being knocked off her feet, she looked up to see Fletcher with a baseball bat and a bunch of leaves. The leaves seemed to have healed his wound. Her anger flared up again and she flung army of shadows at him. It wasn't that it hurt; it was that he had the nerve to hit her. It hit him, causing him to drop the leaves. Melancholia grabbed them up and ate one to be on the same side. It healed her cheek and she began fighting again.
This did this for roughly an hour, with Fletcher teleporting away to get different objects and a different bunch of leaves. One time, he even brought a working chainsaw. Melancholia realised the leaves were healing leaves and was thankful after Fletcher hit her with a tennis racket. After the hour, they both collapsed to the floor, worn out. Fletcher was so worn out he couldn't even teleport away.
"So why did you hit me with a baseball bat?" Melancholia asked, sourly.
"Because you hit me with shadows." He answered back, arms crossed.
"I only did that because you insulted my hair! Who insults the Death Bringers hair?!"
"I did that because you insulted my hair!"
"I did that because it looks stupid."
Fletcher ran a hand through his hair. "You're just jealous, really. Death Bringer's don't have time to do their hair so you're jealous of mine."
"Why would I be jealous of your stupid hair?"
"If you weren't jealous, you wouldn't be angry."
"Shut up, idiot."
"You kept eating the leaves I stole from the sanctuary."
"Like I didn't know that, Stupid."
They kept bickering like this until they realised it had gone dark. Fletcher limped away and Melancholia shadow walked until she reached the temple.