Rhaast's lidded eye almost gave the Darkin Scythe the impression that he was sighing. This was all very humorous. Really, it was. Well it would have been had he not been abducted by some suicidal Half breed, and forced to 'volunteer' . It was no concern of his whether the world was on the verge of armageddon. As a matter of fact he was looking forward to the chaos that would be unleashed. Hell, if they did run into his estranged kin, he had half a mind to partake in the festivities. Minus the incessant fucking. Killing he could get behind, but rape was a waste of time. The Darkin weren't exactly packing between their legs anyway. At least not before those stupid whores screwed everything up.
"You do realize this is a suicide mission?" he asked sardonically.
He was ignored. Shyvana's powerful gauntlets carved an easy swathe through the bushwack of Summoners Rift. She was at home in the jungle, and any foliage she could not slash she could burn.
Rhaast's demonic eye narrowed as if he was smirking. His voice dipped to a mockingly low intonation. "You saw what my Kin did to those Mob Camps, right? Aatrox is normally not so... 'intimate' with his cannon fodder."
And that WAS unusual. Despite the infamy of the Darkin's reputation, Aatrox was not known for playing with his food. Those who died by his hand were cut down swiftly. Gruesomely, but swift. Clean...
Too clean. At least for Rhaast's tastes. Killing was killing and should be indulged in to the fullest, so there was no need to bring any pretentious philosophy into the equation. The Darkin were an enigma to most. Aatrox was an enigma to his own kind on just about the same level. Then again, he was the eldest of the surviving few. So maybe he was senile or something? He grudgingly admit that Aatrox had no equal when it came to turning slaughter into an artform. It was quite the spectacle. Something this fool was going to learn firsthand, and that he would enjoy observing.
Rhaast extended himself, the shaft of the scythe twisting like the head of some predatory bird to gaze directly into the golden eyes of the half-dragoness. "So, with that in mind, what do you think he's going to do to a delicious morsel like you?".
Shyvana's nostrils flared, puffing steaming clouds that could inflict second degree burns. Her golden, draconic eyes glared challengingly back at Rhaas'ts infernal oculus. "I've fought both of you Demons on this very rift more times than I can count. I know your tricks. I am not impressed nor will I tuck my tail and run just because one of you sexless creatures decided to sprout a cock and grow some balls. If you have nothing useful to say, then be silent." Shyvana splayed her fingertips, a searing ball of flame crackling within the palm of her hand. "Test me and you'll be spending the rest of this mission nursing a cauterized eyelid."
"You should lift your tail. It would give him better access." Rhaast chuckled darkly retracting back to his previous position. He was attached to her back. The chains and magic Summoner seals preventing him from possessing her as a host, also served as a convenient strap for Shyvana to carry on her back. " I'd dial down that moxy if I were you. Especially now that Aatrox is nothing more than a dog in heat. He's always had a thing for spitfire's, however. Guess that puts you in his strike zone. Ho ho hoh hoho!"
Shyvana ground her teeth, flames beginning to circle around her entire body. The vegetation vaporized as she stalked forward, disintegrating like an ice-cube before a raging inferno. A primordial growl rumbled deep in her throat. "We'll see if he can handle my strike zone."
As the half dragon sliced through the last bit of vegetation into the river, she scanned the water and the other side for disturbances. The foliage across from her definitely seemed tampered, as some branches of the trees and brushes were cut cleanly. She hummed lowly, nearly growling as her eyes thin at the analysis. For a creature seemingly out of his nature due to the sudden growth spurt, he was definitely something to be wary of in terms of skill.
"What is it you know of the Darkin?" She asked Rhaast, her tone of a demand more than a question as she stepped over the last bit of vegetation into the cool feel of the riverside. The water simmered as her body heat no doubt forced the temperature to a near boil. While her armor was designed to retain her heat flares on her skin when angered or upset, it definitely made it absorb the latent amount, thus making it hard for others to touch the metal plating of the half-dragon when she was all but happy.
"Oh? Asking for some direction now, are we?" he said amusedly. His eye lidded to the half-dragon in condescending fashion as he extended once more to hover besides her head. "I had figured your expertise in battling us from your experience would be enough. Maybe that tail is growing shaky?"
Shyvana growled deeply before raising her gauntleted hand and gripping the top handle that she assumed was the Darkin scythe's neck. Rhaast made no reaction to the aggression, as his sense of pain was minimal as an object. "You are testing my already thin patience, blade."
"And you are beginning to bore me. I would honestly take more amusement in Kayn's obsessive ideals for taming me than reside here." He retorted. Shyvana's hand flared as she was prepared to singe the handle, but her draconic sense began to tingle from a very familiar scent. Her eyes furrowed for a second before she looked down to the crystal blue river she stood in. peering closely, she noticed small tendrils of purple fluid pathing along the waters floor, residing further up the stream.
"Why so silent now? I thought you were interested in-"
"Silence. Something is off." Shyvana ordered, releasing her grip to the scythes handle and turning to the direction upstream. She began taking cautious steps to the source, noticing the scent of blood and steel mingle heavily with the water. Her eyes switched between the flow of the stream and the path she was moving, noticing the purple color that ran with the water begin to glow and fill more of the water's color. "The river is colored different."
Rhaast's eye looked to her as if curiosity raised his non-existent eyebrow before the demonic eye peered to the water behind her. True to her observation, the color diluted from its transparent form to something purple, and the more steps she took, the more it seemed to glow.
"For once in this abduction, you make sense half-dragon." He admits. Shyvana ignores his remark as she continues to trek up the stream. Soon the edge of the water began to conform to rocks and gravel, the earth beneath her shifting into a circle wall that the river flowed around. She had seen the water completely turn purple in color now.
"I will ask again, what is it you know of the Darkin?" Shyvana repeated as her hand held the side of the rock formation for her guide to the source.
"There is little you need to know of the eldest Darkin unless it is your wish to become one. Anything I tell you is nothing you will need or do not already know." Rhaast answered, his handle returning to normal length and position. "Even if you wished to join us, we would reject your kind half-breed."
Shyvana's brow furrowed as she looked behind her to the blade in curiosity. "And what makes your kind so exclusive? From what I gathered in the years defeating you countlessly, the Darkin are not much for strength and prowess." She retorted.
"You are delusional, as is most of your lesser half's kind." Rhaast deadpanned. "In honesty, the level of ignorance you portrayed in that sentence alone is enough to make me require a bucket. The Darkin you know of are either within their confines, me, or restrained by the fools of the Institute or their hosts. Had we been of the numbers we came to this plane with and mercilessly slaughtered all life like we should have, our numbers wouldn't look so minimal, and our strength wouldn't be so encumbered."
Shyvana stopped suddenly as her interest piqued, reaching behind her back and taking the Darkin scythe to hand. "You say it as if there was something special of you all, and that there was more. Explain." She ordered, her glowing eyes thinning to the blade.
"Once again, what you need to know of the Darkin is so minimal, I cannot humor your curiosity. Be lucky that your feeble mind can comprehend the history lesson I gave you just now." Rhaast returned. Shyvana growled, her hands lighting aflame with the scythe in hand from her annoyance. "Before you decide to singe my handle, don't you have another object of attention to look for? Or is it that you brought me out here for chit chat and to increase my dislike for you?"
As much as she wanted to make the weapon a pile of smoldering metal, he was correct. She brought him here to further understand her position to the now volatile Darkin Blade. A silent pile of ash was much less helpful than an overly bloodthirsty and narcissistic talking farm tool. She growled lowly before restrapping the polearm to her back, choosing instead to keep her temper in check and finish her mission than discover the melting point of Darkin steel.
She proceeded her trek through the abnormally colored waters until they reached the edge where the circle normally housing the void serpent Baron Nashor and its weaker sibling the Rift Herald resided. Turning the corner, Shyvana came to gaze with one of the weirdest, most grotesque sights she had ever witnessed from the larger void beast.
Baron Nashor was gruesomely slain and laid upon the purple hued dirt, many of its tentacles and chunks of its body, along with massive amounts of its blood and innards painting the dirt and walls of the pit. Its mouth was ripped open and off its head, lying near the edge of the pit, as it smaller mouths were spread between hanging off the wall or besides its mutilated body. Cuts and slashes of brutal sizes and depths coated its skin, some of which reaching deep to reveal bone or organ. Even more horrifying was the several golf ball sized holes that filled its many now empty eye sockets and several parts of its head, and the weird redish fluid that oozed from the holes and the maws of the smaller heads..
Rhaast noticed her sudden silence and peered to her object of attention, his eye growing wide in surprise at the spectacle. "Oh my. This is something to see." He said, fully surprised by the image he will wish wasn't burned into his thoughts from her on out.
"This was a massacre…one that turned into something revolting either after or during the act." Shyvana explained, stepping further into the pit and avoiding her boots touching any body part or fluid that painted the small zone. Rhaast couldn't help but bellow out a laugh at the scene.
"Ironic! The massive beast known for its deathly power and multitude of serpentine tentacles was slaughtered and raped, in no specific order!" Rhaast joked. "I must commend my brother on such a high quality kill, then enjoy teasing him about fucking a void beast."
"This is a lot more serious than we expected. If the Darkin was capable of killing Baron Nashor by himself in his condition, especially after the summoners disabled the magical enhancement and capabilities of the people within the fields, then he is far more volatile and dangerous than they anticipated." She mused. Rhaast looked to the half-dragon with lidded eye.
"You don't mean to escape battling Aatrox?" he deadpanned, disappointment dripping from his tone.
"I am not going to risk myself against a foe with some condition enabling him to single handedly slay a void monstrosity that both outsizes me and requires multiple people to defeat. If you wish to battle the Darkin and test your immortality with that, feel free to walk on and fight him." Shyvana returned.
"Such a gutless excuse to avoid being slaughtered. Your abomination of an existence seemed to show itself too often." Rhaast retorted, his eye lidded as he looked away from the half-dragon. Shyvana's golden hues blazed at the insult, her gauntlets bursting into flames.
"Care to repeat that?" she growled as she turned her head to the scythe.
"Your affixation with the human half of your life is disgusting. You denounce your lineage as a creature of great power and legendary destruction to cater to an overpompous man child and his city of wealth drunken fools. It's almost insulting that someone such as yourself came from the strongest and most powerful race of creatures in existence." Rhaast added.
"Watch your words. I am already irritated that the oversized weed cutter that Ionian boy has can actually talk and decides to use the ability to pester me."
"Angry are we?" Rhaast mocked. His eye lidded as if his brow was raised. He laughed as the fighter's frustration could be his key to breaking her mind open and fully possessing her. Kayn, while adept and swift from his shadow training, could not match the strength and ferocity, along with the near immortal durability and endurance of a dragon. And while Shyvana wasn't the full on dragon he was looking for, it would still be sweet to possess the daughter of the infernal race that sealed him in the scythe to begin with. "what are you going to do? Tickle me with that disgusting tail of yours? Just make sure you raise it high enough for Aatrox to properly utilize that body before slaying you! Hahahaha!"
Shyvana had enough of the scythe's tone and words. She growled loudly as she raised her now enflamed fist to singe the Darkin's demonic eye. Just as she went to strike, she noticed the shadow that loomed on the blade, her brow furrowing at the sudden lack of light. She turned to the source of the shadow to see a silhouette in the sky blocking the light of the sun overhead.
"Speak of the devil…" Rhaast mumbled. Shyvana widened her eyes before tossing the blade away. She took a step back, but was unprepared to the speed and strength of the Darkin Blade's downward dive into her. She cried out as the strength of the dive not only pushed her into the dirt and back into river, but knocked her unconscious upon impact.
Aatrox stood from the small crater he created with the half-breed and glared down at her unconscious form. He hummed as he analyzed her body, seeing the womanly figure far more appealing than the dead carcass of the void serpent he was forced to use to temporarily sate the burning charm of the Nine-Tailed Fox and the Agony's Embrace. He could feel his body spur from his condition, and knew that dead or alive, she would have to suffice.
"Don't mess her up too much brother." Rhaast called from behind him. Aatrox merely tilted his head to peer to the blood red Darkin Scythe. The blade floated mid air from within the pit to the side of the Darkin. "I need that delicious body for the bloodbath we will create when we leave this wretched place."
"Rhaast…" he said plainly, turning to face the scythe directly. "Why are you here?"
"Because this abomination of a half-breed decided I would assist her in your capture." He answered. "To be honest, I was hoping for more screaming and pain filled cries as you either killed her or used that thing between your legs. Her screams would have been thrilling to hear."
"Are you here to assist her?"
"I am here to claim her draconic blood as a vessel. I could care less what you do before hand, so long as there are legs, arms and a body I can possess." He answered back. Rhaast was surprised when the clawed hand of the Darkin Blade gripped his edge and held him still.
"I will use your form to end this affliction, if not, then use hers." He stated plainly. Rhaast's eye widened suddenly.
"What?" he asked. "you're going to…you are not serious!" he began to panick as he peered down to see the massive swollen member that stuck out between his legs throb. "I have no body to use!"
"But you do have something I can use." He returned. "Do not fret, my Darkin brother. I shall be only a moment, and then you can use the vision of the half-breed after I am finished with her."
Rhaast immediately got what he was implying, and never hated to have a functioning and fleshy eye socket in his near immortal life span. As the Darkin lowered the blade to his hips, Rhaast looked literally everywhere besides the body of the Darkin Blade, hoping there was something or someone to prevent him from doing what he had planned. His eyes caught glimpse to a bright glow that seemed to shine from the left, and upon seeing the source was never so relieved to have been with the half-dragon.
Aatrox noticed the sudden flare of orange light from where Shyvana laid, and turning to witness what was happening, saw her previously unconscious body coated in a pillar of flame. Her womanly figure was conformed in seconds to a much larger and beast like form. The Darkin dropped the Scythe and grabbed his own blade once more, knowing full well what was occurring. Shyvana roared into the sky the flames that encircled her previously blasting out and blinding him momentarily. Before he could recover, Shyvana tackled him head on back into the Baron Nashor domain.
Rhaast sighed in relief, before his eye closed. "…this is why I wish I was asleep."
Aatrox crashed into the wall of the pit, back slamming against the stone surface with enough force to implant a small crater. He knelt to the floor and growled lowly as his body bristled lightly, adjusting his neck to loosen the crick he suddenly had. Peering up with both annoyed and intrigued eyes, he caught gaze with the now fully transformed half-dragon, her maw bathed in small flickers of fire and her massive body poised to pounce once more and ruthlessly maim him. He was interested.
"You stopped me from my moment with my brethren Darkin. I assume you are taking responsibility." He said lowly as his blade manifested from dark energy around him. Shyvana merely snarled at him, but her eyes scanned his body. While he remained the same appearance as usual, the distinct difference was the abnormally massive cock that hung between his legs.
"And what makes you believe I am willing to humor you?" she spat.
"That wasn't a question. I am going to enjoy slaughtering you, then take the carcass and quell this infernal itch the seductresses have plagued me with." He corrected, pointing his blade at the half-dragon. It began to glow a sickly blue hue, shifting from its harrowing blood red. Shyvana hummed in amusement.
"And I am going to enjoy watching your body whisk away from the ashes that I burn from your skin!" she returned before rushing forward, her body ignited in a sea of flame and her voice turned into a roar. The half dragon tackled the Darkin back into the wall, the force expanding the already small crater to fit the two of them. Aatrox had little time to recover as the draconic fighter swung her clawed hands violently and landed blow after blow onto his body. The hits no doubt hurt, but it was little for him after he gained some adrenaline to lessen the strikes.
He raised his massive clawed hand to capture her next left swing, before raising his blade up with his right and cutting into the hard metal armor of her chest. The steel of her armor and the thickness of her skin resisted the deadly metal, a wave of sparks washing from the connected strike as the strength behind it forced her away. The Darkin wasted little hesitation to bring his blade back down and attempt to cleave the dragon in two, but Shyvana used the distance between them to bellow out a blaze from within her. Between her surrounding flame and her breath of fire, Aatrox began to heat up physically with small drops of sweat falling from his crown.
He expanded his banner-like wings for a second, before flapping strongly and leaping into the air and disband from the wave of heat. He peered down to the half-dragon from his escalated level, mildly panting as his body was still under the effects of the succubi's charm spells. He mildly shook his head to break the inner heat that hazed his thoughts. Slay the dragon, cater to it afterwards.
The Darkin steeled himself before nose diving directly into the dragon below her. His blade poised to impale her body was halted by the hardened teeth of the half dragon, before she flailed her head to throw him away. Shyvana dashed forward and headbutted the Darking into the dirt, before clamping her mouth onto his clawed arm and picking him up to slam him back down. She repeated slamming him until he used his free left hand holding his blade to slash into her neck. To his pleasure, the blade pierced her hardened scales and drew blood, forcing her to recoil to avoid a fatal strike. Shyvana snarled at Aatrox as the minor sting of the cut was enough to force her away once more.
"How beautiful…" Aatrox mused as he scanned the edge of his sword where he met the blood of the half-breed. "Even the spawn of the Elder bleeds red. Will it taste familiar? Will I be rekindled of the flavor of dragon this day?"
"You will taste something alright…" Shyvana growled, before she rushed forward with a roar. "YOU WILL TASTE YOUR DEATH!"
Shyvana's open mouth was blocked by the Darkin's sword, her teeth being held open by the many ridges of his blade's edge. The strength she held pushed him back until he once again was slammed into the wall. Aatrox growled as the force she exerted was stronger than her last shove. He batted the maw of the half dragon away before slamming his clawed fist into her head. She recovered almost immediately from the punch, and used her pulled away left claw to strike him with increased momentum. He cried out as his chest was clawed into, his nearly black Darkin blood seeping through the cut before the wound quickly sealed..
Shyvana gave him little means to retaliate with his blade, as she continued her momentum to her right and brought her tail around to lash at him. he ducked quickly and avoided the tail strike, standing up quickly and grabbing the appendage before using his strength to drag the half-dragon and spin her into the wall he was poised against. She slammed into the rock surface and roared out, before using her tail to raise the Darkin still latched to the appendage up and slam him head first into the dirt floor. Aatrox snarled as his head swam from the strong impact, but his senses recovered fast in time to roll out the way of another downward tail lash.
Standing to his feet, Aatrox's sword glowed a deathly red before he swiped strongly in a triangle, dark energy cutting through the air and forming a dangerous wave of power. Shyvana used her wing to bat the wave away, but cried out as the attack actually cut into her arm and wing, her left appendage bleeding slightly. Infuriated by the pain, she snapped forward her mouth and caught the Darkin in her mouth before flailing him around in the air. Aatrox continued to bash his fist into her neck and head, but the sudden slam into the wall dazed him heavily. He peered up to see the half-dragon rushing him.
This time she had sent him through the rock surface into the jungle behind it, pushing him into many trees and foliage before stopping and preparing to bellow another blast of fire. Aatrox used his wings to dash back from the wave of flame, before cutting another wave of dark energy and splitting the torrent in two. When the wave cleared, he was met with the sight of Shyvana's tail until it landed in his side and sent him through another set of trees.
Falling to one knee, Aatrox looked to see the dragon rushing him once more, her body encircled in blaze and her maw flickering her dragon fire. He furrowed his brow as he reached behind him and grabbed a broken tree, his inhuman strength allowing him to lift the trunk with ease. When Shyvana came within range, he quickly slammed the massive tree into her from her left side. The half-dragon was sent tumbling into the opening of the jungle near the now inactive Brambleback monster. She recovered quickly from the hit, only to see the Darkin ascend to the air before once again nose diving into her with his blade positioned for a downward slice. She leaned back just in time to avoid the dangerous swing from splitting her in two, but her already worn armor was broke open, the metal falling to the dirt and leaving her scaled chest bare.
Aatrox left Shyvana little room to prepare herself, as he rose from his newly created crater in the dirt and dashed forward with a flurry of slashes. Shyvana used her thickly scaled arms to block and deflect most of the strikes, grabbing the strong downward swing he made and pulling him close to leave him mostly defenseless. Aatrox couldn't pull away from her grip with his sword, and glared at the dragon as her mouth filled with flame.
"EAT THIS!" she roared before a massive stream of fire erupted from her mouth and coated the upper body of the Darkin in a bath of searing flame. It was only because of his demonic body and near immortal life that he was not immediately reduced to ash, but the heat was beginning to burn his skin, and he was getting furious that the half-dragon was proving more trouble that he wanted.
Shyvana continued to bellow the torrent of dragon fire at the Darkin in point blank range, growing angrier as his resistance to her infernal heat kept him standing. She was unable to see his upper body with the enormous wave of fire, and had little chance to react to his clawed hand gripping her upper jaw and pulling her down to divert her fire. Aatrox leaned back and headbutted the dragon, effectively dazing her enough to release her hold on his blade and cease her stream of fire. With his blade free to move, he raised it to impale her through her open mouth, but was surprised when she bit down on the blade before it could enter and slammed her wing into his head. Disoriented, he lost his grip to the weapon, giving the dragon the ability to send it away with the flick of her head.
Aatrox stepped back from her, preparing himself to fight her without his sword. "Looks like you lost your little toy." Shyvana growled, her voice slightly cracking at the end. "Can't try to cut me now." Aatrox grinned.
"Looks like you lost your fire." He retorted. "I'm satisfied with that, since the little heater you keep giving me can stop."
"Let's see how satisfied you will be when I rip your head off!" She snarled before rushing him once more. She attempted to snap her jaw on his body, being narrowly dodged and caught in a headlock on her neck.
"You first." He returned, before growling as he summoned most of his strength to pick the half-dragon into the air and slam her in a suplex behind him. Shyvana coughed out as her windpipe and back was squeezed of air in the maneuver. She gathered her strength to twist her body upright and pick the Darkin up on her neck before slamming him down to the dirt floor to break the headlock. With her head freed of his grip, she locked her jaw onto his sides and picked him up before repeatedly slamming him back into the floor on his upper body as hard as possible. Each crash into the dirt made a grunt or groan of pain for the Darkin and gave her more incentive to continue.
Aatrox, fed up with being ragdolled by the half-dragon, closed his clawed hand into a fist before delivering two of his strongest punches into her head from his angle, before slamming both his hands in one motion to break her grip on his side. Shyvana roared in pain as she released him and spun quickly to lash him with her tail. The Darkin went through the trees once more and out the sight of the half dragon. She shook the pain of the harsh blows on her head off before glaring at the space she saw the Darkin fly through. There was a tense silence that came from awaiting his presence, one that Shyvana keened on being a potential surprise attack.
Aatrox roared loudly from above, drawing the gaze of the half dragon from his original place to the sky. He dived down once more, his fists outstretched before him. the speed he held was too fast for her to react, and before she realized it she was slammed into the dirt with a strong enough force to pin them in a wide crater. Whatever animals that resided in the proximity of their fight was long gone, and any that stayed either perished at the violent brawl or fled upon impact of the Darkin's crash, a plume of smoke raising to the sky and passing the roof of the treeline.
As the dust that was kicked up from the explosive impact cleared, Aatrox stood to his feet to eye his opponent, feeling the shift in the environment suddenly. Looking down, he noticed the once massive dragon he was fighting was back to her humanoid form. She laid on her back, her armor removed from her body leaving her purple skin bare for his eyes. The bruises and cuts of their fight scattered on her body, and her exhaustion and vulnerability apparent in her heavy breathing and shaky movement. She weakly opened her right eye to glare at the Darkin, but his gaze was not of anger or bloodlust from before.
Shyvana groaned as the strong impact knocked her unconscious for a second, and her body reverted to her humanoid form. Awaking to the searing pain of the crash and the fight that she had just went through, she looked to see the Darkin Blade standing above her, his glare analytical on her body. She clenched her teeth, as she had not expected such a savage attack from someone so poised in combat.
Fatal mistake on my part…she internally scolded. She attempted to stand raising her arms with the little strength she had from the dirt. Everything hurt badly, and it was likely to get worse considering the condition of the Darkin and his affixation to leaving his victims literally everywhere.
"Get up." He ordered lowly, his pants of exhaustion leaving his voice aired. It was a simple command, yet with enough authority to at minimal draw the half-dragon's attention. She spat out the blood that pooled in her cheek.
"You don't want me to get up." She threatened, but she knew that with her body drained from the fight and her dragon form receded into her, she had little means to combat him effectively. It was only a matter of time before he grabbed his sword and cut her cleanly.
"You have little means to retaliate if I were to kill you. Consider this a means to live for the last breath you shed on this plane." He retorted. Even while his tone remained collected, his body began to boil hotter than the fire he was bathed in from the half-dragon before him. "My last gift to you for such a valiant effort to defeat what you could not."
Shyvana began to laugh, the tone dripping of condescending triumph. "My last breath…? Maybe you hadn't realized it, Darkin, but we are still on the fields of justice." She explained as she sat up, prepared to stand and fight the Darkin once more. "We won't die here forever. It will suck to feel my soul ripped from my body, but it isn't any different than yesterday, and it won't be any different tomorrow. And I am not the one who's going to shed their last breath…"
Aatrox hummed at the words of the half dragon, finding that she indeed would not perish permanently if he was to kill her here. It was the same with the void serpent he had slain earlier, it is the same with him. it was truly pointless to try.
His eyes however, gave him the idea that he could claim his triumph in battle alternatively.
"If I cannot slay you, and you cannot slay me, then I will take my reward for my victory another way." He announced.