And, Saevan did not disappoint. The cold of the wind was chased away as a gate tore itself from the very air not more than several feet from Skyton. The gate vented incredible heat and energy, and from that swirling aperture stepped Saevan. Smirking as was his wont, he gestured, and the gate shut with a soundless flash of light. Silence prevailed, as the two young combatants gazed at one another across the space between them. Skyton noticed the Rod of the Blighted Heart was gone, and remembered that the fell artifact had been destroyed some time ago. Yet, the evil Solvani still held the Onyx Grimoire in his right hand. He quirked an eyebrow; today was going to be interesting after all.
"Greetings Saevan," Skyton met him as if they were old friends.
"You make an interesting show of yourself, but can you really back up your sights with your might?"
Saevan smirks all the more at Skyton's words. "You know me, Skyton. You know what I am capable of, and therefore I need prove nothing."
"I see your arrogance far exceeds your abilities and there fore you refuse to embarrass yourself! Come show me what you can do fool!"
Saevan's smirk disappears in an instant. He nods, "Spoken like a true
imbecile. You wish to see what sort of tricks I have left with me, eh?
Well, so be it then. May you enjoy your impending demise!"
Skyton has not smiled through this entire encounter and now more then ever does he wish to disembowel that which stood before him. True Saevan was a worthy opponent, but it was not a bout power here today, it was about the bluff over the brawn. Skyton fell back swiftly into his stance and closed his eyes. Saevan knew that Skyton would be a challenge. More so then most men, but he knew that fear was irrelevant and so drew upon his power.
Falling into a casting, he called upon the Onyx Grimoire. The dread
tome answered the call of its master and opened. Saevan began to
chant in a voice that was not his own. A sphere of energy surrounded
him, a precaution against the unpredictability of his opponent. Next,
he called for a round of chaos lightning.
Skyton saw the obstacles before him and. knowing the shield was
impenetrable, looked for cover. There was none. He would have to
really on the fact the he had been turned into and angel by the gods
not so long ago, it might grant him safe haven from the immense power
that was about to be bestowed upon him.
"Come cowardly creature! Have you no honor or dignity. Will you not fight me like a man, or are you too afraid of your inability to defeat me. I would respect that for surely it is true," Skyton demanded of the caster.
Saevan did not relent in his casting. Lighting, hellflames, and beams of energy from some nether realm were all called upon the assault his opponent. It would take more than a little taunting to shake his concentration. He was well versed in the machinations of lesser minds, and knew that if his concentration was kept, Skyton would soon be reduced to a corpse.
Skyton was aware that Saevan would ignore him. It was his way, distracting him would inevitably be a failure but it would give Skyton a outlet for his fury while Saevan hid in his bubble, a wise choice it was. Skyton, realizing that the element would kill him, extended him massive white feathered wings and took to the skies where he gained distance from the devastating spells.
Saevan watched his foe flee. He smirked once again within his shield, "Ah, Skyton... Why do you draw these things out? Well, now I suppose I must hunt you down, now." He called for a spell out of the Onyx Grimoire, a spell of flight. Thus imbued, he took to the skies in pursuit of his foe, beginning to feel certain of his eventual victory.
When Skyton sensed that Saevan had taken flight he landed, realizing that it was now only a matter of time before his opponent caught up. Heeding his heart's wisdom, Skyton landed and swung off the side of the building, holding onto the edge, awaiting his adversary to land. He would sneak up behind him and attack from behind. A tactic that only those desperate used and one Skyton called "Winning is about getting the most out of a battle, not putting your foe into submission."
Saevan soon lost sight of his target amongst the buildings of the city's skyrise. He looked about, not seeing any sign of his foe. However, something about the sudden disappearance of Skyton made him uneasy.
Skyton had felt the feeling before. Right before a prey was murdered. They became uneasy and reacted too late. Saevan would indeed react in time to save himself but if Skyton had his way he would at least injure the caster of him ability to cast. Saevan was a mortal enemy and if disabling him was all Skyton could do, it would be enough. It would be a slow death for Saevan or an even slower for Skyton.
Saevan couldn't escape the feeling. He had never ignored such omens
before, and he would not begin now. He readied himself for whatever
trap he had blindly fallen into, and waited for a chance to strike.
Skyton waited until Saevan was fully on the ground before hurling
himself upwards and onto Saevan himself. Saevan was wrestled to the
ground when Skyton pulled a dagger and began to laugh. "Saevan you
insolent man, have you not learned. It is not enough to know that
you need to be ready, you must indeed be!"
Not threatened in the least, Saevan laughs in Skyton's face. "Preach not to be about preparedness!" With a shout, and a savage thrust of his hands out from his foe's grip, he struck Skyton fiercely with inhuman strength. The blow knocked the assassin high into the air. "Now, be gone, weakling!" Saevan followed the attack with a quick chant and hurled a sphere of pure negative energy, death at a touch, towards his reeling foe.
Skyton, unaware of Saevan's strength was caught off guard. He brought out his wings and flipped backward as the ball of energy flew inched from him. Diving for Saevan, Skyton brought out his dagger from within his hand where it had been planted by the blow. Skyton threw the dagger forward where it landed, still moving quickly, into Saevan's stomach. If Skyton had not strength to match Saevan's he had a confidence of motion to make up for it. Skyton landed as Saevan pulled the dagger from himself and began to heal his would with a precise chant. Skyton grabbed Saevan's wrist from where blue tendrils healed his skin and pulled his wrist back, straining as Saevan, resisted, weakened for the moment by his casting. Skyton punched Saevan's jaw and blood spurted. Skyton new there would be hell to pay for this.
Hell, proved to be an understatement. Enraged by the injuries visited upon him, Saevan flicked a wrist. Another ball of energy, this time sonic force, formed. He thrust it into Skyton's chest, knocking the assassin once more into the air at high velocity. Rasping a chant, he disappeared and reappeared behind his foe. A massive blast of fire was hurled at his foe. The flames consumed Skyton, but Saevan was not satisfied. He wished to finish the battle once and for all. He fell into his deepest summoning trance and began to recite words which should have never been breathed.
Skyton only recognized the words due to something he had over heard Raven saying. Soaring up to meet his foe, Skyton brought with him his fist, it was the metal replacement he had received from his battle with Saevan many years earlier. Skyton slammed his fist into Saevan's arm, missing his target and knocked Saevan of balance. The magic from Saevans mouth died and as a gate into the void opened Skyton, out of fear and spite for his loss of the battle, knocked Saevan again in the head, ending the spell and sending the spell caster to the ground, many feet below. But the void only grew, not opening but tearing. It would have been the same death for Skyton both ways and now it seemed that Saevan would be coming to the great beyond with him...
