Kelevandros awoke in a cold sweat. He wiped his matted black hair off his
forehead and looked across the fire, "Katula, no..." He looked up and
studied the moon, calculating that he couldn't have been asleep for more
than a few hours. He reached for his sword and bow, and began looking for
signs of which way she went. Surprisingly, he found the trail quickly. "She
must've been running..." He mumbled to himself as he set off running in
that direction. The trail winded and twisted to the point where Kelevandros
was sure he was running in circles, "Oh, Katula, don't die, just don't
die..."
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Katula reflected the elf's blow with her spear, and tried to kick him low to trip him over, but he was gone in a flash before she knew what was happening. He's fast, she thought worriedly, as the dark elf lunged again, this time knocking her off balance and tripping her, but she was up and ready before she was a goner. Katula launched her own attack, whirling and stabbing her spear at her foe, only to have her blows batted away like annoying insects.
The elf tried to cut her torso by reaching in with his right gauntlet, and Katula dodged by jumping backwards, only to have her shoulder hit with a blow from the elf's other gauntlet, leaving her right shoulder clawed open and bleeding. Katula cried out a spell unknown to her tongue, and as she whirled her spear to contact the clawed gauntlets, the elf's gauntlet froze solid, he swiped with the other, but that was frozen as well. He stood stunned for a second, but as Katula ran in for the kill he snapped back to his senses and dodged like a shadow.
Katula looked down at her spear during this momentary standstill, and was startled to see her spearpoints fade from sparkling blue to deadly silver once again, Where did that come from? she thought to herself. "Well, Katula," The dark elf began, "I never thought I was going to ever combat that spell again," He then tossed aside his frozen weaponry and pulled his dark sword from his back. "I'm sorry... but a job is a job after all..."
Katula ricocheted a blow from that sword off her spear, and she could feel it's raw power surging up the staff. She quickly blocked another blow, Wait a minute, she thought, I know that sword... she had to keep defending herself in a desperate attempt to remain clean of that tainted sword's touch. "You'll not have my soul, Kithal!" He laughed while still attacking, "Oh, so you know me now, do you? I was hoping to keep that a secret until your soul was mine."
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Kelevandros ran as fast as his elven legs would let him, "I'm close," He said as he heard the echoing sound of the clash of steel on steel. He stopped abruptly as the bushes before him nearly broke into a clearing. In the clearing he could see Katula barely managing to hold off a dark elf with a wicked black sword, "Soul Stealer..." He whispered silently. She must know whom she is fighting, he thought, or else she would have he soul taken away already.
He looked at Katula as she fell to the ground, his face paled until he realized she had just been blasted back by a dark energy spell. He quickly panicked as the dark elf began walking towards her, sword drawn, and she wasn't standing. "Katula, NO!!!" Kelevandros yelled as he reached for his bow and shot an arrow straight at the elf's head. He then ran out as the elf blocked the shaft and stood in front of Katula protectively with his sword drawn, "You'll not take her! I won't allow it!!!"
It seemed like an eternity passed as the two elves, life and death, stared each other down, waiting for the other to even twitch. Finally, Kithal broke the silence, "Fine Kelevandros you win, I won't take her now, but she can have this as a reminder," With that, he held out his hand toward Katula, and before Kelevandros knew what was happening, Katula cried out in pain and Kithal disappeared.
"Katula!" Kelevandros cried out as he ran over to her, "What did he do to you?!" Katula looked up at him through clear emerald eyes, "I don't really know, my shoulder felt like it was burning up, then it stopped bleeding and didn't hurt anymore." Kelevandros looked at her right shoulder, and, where the torn gash used to be, was a claw-shaped gray scar. "A reminder..." He whispered. "What?" Katula said as she looked at her shoulder, "Can you heal that?" Kelevandros shook his head, "I cannot heal what already has been healed." Katula looked confused, and Kelevandros explained, "This wasn't a normal healing, people of the death faith can't perform those, this was what they called a shadow healing. It heals the wound, causes incredible pain as it does, and leaves a shadow scar, like the one right here." Katula looked down at her shoulder and nodded, "Fine, then it will be as he said, a reminder."
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Katula reflected the elf's blow with her spear, and tried to kick him low to trip him over, but he was gone in a flash before she knew what was happening. He's fast, she thought worriedly, as the dark elf lunged again, this time knocking her off balance and tripping her, but she was up and ready before she was a goner. Katula launched her own attack, whirling and stabbing her spear at her foe, only to have her blows batted away like annoying insects.
The elf tried to cut her torso by reaching in with his right gauntlet, and Katula dodged by jumping backwards, only to have her shoulder hit with a blow from the elf's other gauntlet, leaving her right shoulder clawed open and bleeding. Katula cried out a spell unknown to her tongue, and as she whirled her spear to contact the clawed gauntlets, the elf's gauntlet froze solid, he swiped with the other, but that was frozen as well. He stood stunned for a second, but as Katula ran in for the kill he snapped back to his senses and dodged like a shadow.
Katula looked down at her spear during this momentary standstill, and was startled to see her spearpoints fade from sparkling blue to deadly silver once again, Where did that come from? she thought to herself. "Well, Katula," The dark elf began, "I never thought I was going to ever combat that spell again," He then tossed aside his frozen weaponry and pulled his dark sword from his back. "I'm sorry... but a job is a job after all..."
Katula ricocheted a blow from that sword off her spear, and she could feel it's raw power surging up the staff. She quickly blocked another blow, Wait a minute, she thought, I know that sword... she had to keep defending herself in a desperate attempt to remain clean of that tainted sword's touch. "You'll not have my soul, Kithal!" He laughed while still attacking, "Oh, so you know me now, do you? I was hoping to keep that a secret until your soul was mine."
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Kelevandros ran as fast as his elven legs would let him, "I'm close," He said as he heard the echoing sound of the clash of steel on steel. He stopped abruptly as the bushes before him nearly broke into a clearing. In the clearing he could see Katula barely managing to hold off a dark elf with a wicked black sword, "Soul Stealer..." He whispered silently. She must know whom she is fighting, he thought, or else she would have he soul taken away already.
He looked at Katula as she fell to the ground, his face paled until he realized she had just been blasted back by a dark energy spell. He quickly panicked as the dark elf began walking towards her, sword drawn, and she wasn't standing. "Katula, NO!!!" Kelevandros yelled as he reached for his bow and shot an arrow straight at the elf's head. He then ran out as the elf blocked the shaft and stood in front of Katula protectively with his sword drawn, "You'll not take her! I won't allow it!!!"
It seemed like an eternity passed as the two elves, life and death, stared each other down, waiting for the other to even twitch. Finally, Kithal broke the silence, "Fine Kelevandros you win, I won't take her now, but she can have this as a reminder," With that, he held out his hand toward Katula, and before Kelevandros knew what was happening, Katula cried out in pain and Kithal disappeared.
"Katula!" Kelevandros cried out as he ran over to her, "What did he do to you?!" Katula looked up at him through clear emerald eyes, "I don't really know, my shoulder felt like it was burning up, then it stopped bleeding and didn't hurt anymore." Kelevandros looked at her right shoulder, and, where the torn gash used to be, was a claw-shaped gray scar. "A reminder..." He whispered. "What?" Katula said as she looked at her shoulder, "Can you heal that?" Kelevandros shook his head, "I cannot heal what already has been healed." Katula looked confused, and Kelevandros explained, "This wasn't a normal healing, people of the death faith can't perform those, this was what they called a shadow healing. It heals the wound, causes incredible pain as it does, and leaves a shadow scar, like the one right here." Katula looked down at her shoulder and nodded, "Fine, then it will be as he said, a reminder."