Versus I
A/N: Blight here, apologies for my immature and crude 'rap' , back to rap, i swear... i double swear!
Leeroy's red eye orb sent him to a world far from his. A place where the eerie crackling bone of fallen giants is replaced by many horrid wails of mutated younglings mucked a murky swamp, probably poisonous. The paladin checked his surrounding further more. In a far corner she lied, a lonely maiden weeping in grief. Something brimmed in her tiny shell…something much more powerful than those black sprites he ever so desired…
Had he delved in his devious thoughts for another second, he would surely be vanquished by this enormous giant hammer. Quickly did the fallen paladin back step. Sanctus and Grant are ready to punish the assailant…
…who resembled him greatly; he had a large hammer ( in a better state than his) and a dark silver shield matching his polished armour. There was even some sort of talisman in his belt.
The dyad inspected at each other in a moment of silence. The maiden's protector broke the silence by a powerful straight smash. Leeroy absorbed it proudly with his Sanctus which was mending his broken wrist. He swung another one horizontally this time only to be met the pulsating power of Grant.
His foe was thrown feet away right with a great slam on the filthy wall behind him. Leeroy arched a wicked smile upon hearing sweet sound of cracking bones. The man in the silver set drew his odd talisman and casted a miracle just like Leeroy's… except it was far more powerful; Leeroy was thrown back as well with such a blast.
The duo slowly stood up, each praying to his god for aid. Leeroy's prayer ,however, wasn't answered. "Thine gods have no power here… returnst to thy place lest it shall be the end of thee."
Unfortunately, Leeroy was on the brink of hollowing; going back with nothing will surely mean the end of him. the paladin let out a hearty laugh followed by an insane one . he dropped his useless talisman and two handed his faithful grant with Sanctus stripped on his back.
Leeroy's attacks was vulgar and almost primitive almost relying on brute force with no tactics what so ever. His opponent shielded up the whole time waiting for Leeroy's strength to wane. Alas, a slow swing got punished by a swift parry knocking the bearer of the white flame on the filthy ground. The small metal sphere on Sanctus allowed Leeroy just before the strike.
Garl of Vinland never met such a monstrous man capable of keeping up with him. he could feel it; deep in his foe's heart there was a bright flame of faith dedicated to burn for eons for his god. Now, it seemed like this bright flame is reduced to ashes and embers. Nevertheless, he had to protect Astraea no matter the cost.
The chain mailed foe regained his balance in a heartbeat grabbing his golden shield for a quick bash. The bash broke his defensive stance. Another crushing blow swooped above his head. This crude hammer was stuck in chunks of rock instead of his head. His roared in anger after his hammer blasted entire chunks of stone sending pebble everywhere.
One in particular went straight to Garl's right eye like a sharp dagger. He instinctively dropped his shield to clutch his blind eye. Satisfied, the red invader took a low blow right at Garl's exposed legs. The scene was brutal; bone, metal and flash all tangled together in this grotesque mesh.
Finally, Finally his equal was crawling on the floor. Leeroy walked slowly to his cowering foe; perhaps there are some remnants of honour still intact in his soul…then again this might be pure sadism. Leeroy honestly didn't care; he simply waited till the man was at the edge overlooking his sweet trophy of a soul.
With all his might, Leeroy slammed his Grant to the man's head , pulverizing it completely….
Along with the very ground below them… Leeroy fell with the man's corpse and other debris to the poison swamps below. In a matter of seconds, deformed babies obliterated Leeroy viciously. Just like that, he was vanquished.
The tomb of giants embraced its new hollowed paladin with dread silence. this mighty paladin became naught but an empty husk roaming aimlessly.