"NOOB!" yelled Ashrah as she jumped from the walls.
"Continue this fight, wench, and death is certain," responded Noob in a devilish voice.
They had been fighting for hours, blood splattered across the ground. Most of it was Ashrah's. Punch after punch, kick after kick, and no fighter was willing to give up.
"Stop pestering me, you whore, I have things to attend to!"
"I must slay you! I will not fail!"
She took out her holy sword, her Kriss, and thrust it at Noob's chest. Noob disappeared into a cloud of smog and reappeared behind her, grabbing her arm and snapping it.
Ashrah yelled in agony and dropped her blade.
"I'm sick of you bothering me like this. If I see you again, I'll keep this arm."
Noob charged up a ball of black energy and slammed it into Ashrah's back. She tried to scream, but the blackness enveloped her, and nothing was heard. She tried to move, tried to defend herself, but she could not control her body. Noob took his scythe out and stabbed it into her heart. Black blood sprayed all over the ground as Ashrah burst into flame; only to reappear somewhere else in the Nether realm.
"That should keep her away for a while. Smoke, come."
Smoke, who had been watching the fight in a corner, silently floated towards his master.