The Guardian

"Terms." He crosses his arms, looking unimpressed.

"Incorrect. If you kill me, Chiyala and Oryndor die."

"You would rather they die?"

"I am concerned. Are weapons allowed or just fists?"

Solithar is over by Damien within a second, his sword cutting through Damien's arms.

Solithar teleports back a few feet before charging again and slashing at Damien's throat. He teleports behind Damien and slashes at Damien's spine.

*he laughs, melting into a puddle of black liquid that launches itself onto Solithar, Damien reforming but... Wrong. His skin is pitch black, body deformed besides being humanoid, spiky and bearing claws. He digs his swords on Solithar's shoulders, screeching on his face, his jaw unhinging and splitting in half, showing the many rows of sharp teeth within his mouth*

*the quarters quickly glue themselves together, as Damien turns to charge against Solithar once more, this time stabbing his back as he bites onto the god's neck*

*his head threatens to fall, before his blood hardens and glues it back. He uses the momentum to launch himself foward, biting onto the god's arm, his bites starting to leave deep, darkened marks on his skin*

Solithar yanks his arm free, teleporting back a few feet. He snarls and raises his hand before sending a ball of black fire towards Damien. It hurts worse than anything Damien has ever felt upon impact.

*this time he easily dodges, chirping and clicking his jaw mockingly, sprinting towards the man, abandoning his swords to dig his claws into his abdomen, searching for the heart*

Solithar puts his hand over his exposed heart and steps back. He raises his other hand and summons about two blocks worth of fire and rains it down on both of them.

*he hides into the floor, his hand resurfacing to grab at Solithar's ankles, his claws reaching for his tendons*

He hisses and grabs Damien's wrist, yanking him out of the ground. Bad idea. His hair turns white. He throws Damien and sends lighting directly into Damien's nervous system.

*Damien crackles madly, letting the lightning hit him, his inexistent nervous system lighting up like moving rivers as he returns the electricity straight back at Solithar, shooting with a fingergun*

"Childish-" He teleports out of the way and rains down more fire, turning the ground into molten slag.

*he doesn't seem to mind the difference in texture of the ground, skipping over it to duck from the flames, shooting fire back at him*

Solithar teleports over to Damien and sticks his hand onto Damien's chest before consuming both of their bodies in fire.

Solithar panics momentarily, but he can't get away and simply gets absorbed. Absorbing him hurts, like being hit by the black fire again.

When Solithar ceases to exist a man appears nearby, watching. He looks vaguely like Solithar but with a thinner frame and different deeo purple colored hair. "Do you want the throne?"

"I see." He offers his hand to help Damien up. "Our kind don't fall easily, which is why i offered you the throne first."

"Vaeloren." He teleports them both to the Lux's entrance. "Say hello to my brother and sister for me."

"Do you need help inside as well?"

"Ah, no, thank you, Vaeloren"

"Understood. Goodbye, Sir." He dissapears in a flash of purple light.

"Terms." He crosses his arms, looking unimpressed.

"Incorrect. If you kill me, Chiyala and Oryndor die."

"You would rather they die?"

"I am concerned. Are weapons allowed or just fists?"

Solithar is over by Damien within a second, his sword cutting through Damien's arms.

Solithar teleports back a few feet before charging again and slashing at Damien's throat. He teleports behind Damien and slashes at Damien's spine.

*he laughs, melting into a puddle of black liquid that launches itself onto Solithar, Damien reforming but... Wrong. His skin is pitch black, body deformed besides being humanoid, spiky and bearing claws. He digs his swords on Solithar's shoulders, screeching on his face, his jaw unhinging and splitting in half, showing the many rows of sharp teeth within his mouth*

*the quarters quickly glue themselves together, as Damien turns to charge against Solithar once more, this time stabbing his back as he bites onto the god's neck*

*his head threatens to fall, before his blood hardens and glues it back. He uses the momentum to launch himself foward, biting onto the god's arm, his bites starting to leave deep, darkened marks on his skin*

Solithar yanks his arm free, teleporting back a few feet. He snarls and raises his hand before sending a ball of black fire towards Damien. It hurts worse than anything Damien has ever felt upon impact.

*this time he easily dodges, chirping and clicking his jaw mockingly, sprinting towards the man, abandoning his swords to dig his claws into his abdomen, searching for the heart*

Solithar puts his hand over his exposed heart and steps back. He raises his other hand and summons about two blocks worth of fire and rains it down on both of them.

*he hides into the floor, his hand resurfacing to grab at Solithar's ankles, his claws reaching for his tendons*

He hisses and grabs Damien's wrist, yanking him out of the ground. Bad idea. His hair turns white. He throws Damien and sends lighting directly into Damien's nervous system.

*Damien crackles madly, letting the lightning hit him, his inexistent nervous system lighting up like moving rivers as he returns the electricity straight back at Solithar, shooting with a fingergun*

"Childish-" He teleports out of the way and rains down more fire, turning the ground into molten slag.

*he doesn't seem to mind the difference in texture of the ground, skipping over it to duck from the flames, shooting fire back at him*

Solithar teleports over to Damien and sticks his hand onto Damien's chest before consuming both of their bodies in fire.

Solithar panics momentarily, but he can't get away and simply gets absorbed. Absorbing him hurts, like being hit by the black fire again.

When Solithar ceases to exist a man appears nearby, watching. He looks vaguely like Solithar but with a thinner frame and different deeo purple colored hair. "Do you want the throne?"

"I see." He offers his hand to help Damien up. "Our kind don't fall easily, which is why i offered you the throne first."

"Vaeloren." He teleports them both to the Lux's entrance. "Say hello to my brother and sister for me."

"Do you need help inside as well?"

"Terms." He crosses his arms, looking unimpressed.

"Incorrect. If you kill me, Chiyala and Oryndor die."

"You would rather they die?"

"I am concerned. Are weapons allowed or just fists?"

Solithar is over by Damien within a second, his sword cutting through Damien's arms.

Solithar teleports back a few feet before charging again and slashing at Damien's throat. He teleports behind Damien and slashes at Damien's spine.

*he laughs, melting into a puddle of black liquid that launches itself onto Solithar, Damien reforming but... Wrong. His skin is pitch black, body deformed besides being humanoid, spiky and bearing claws. He digs his swords on Solithar's shoulders, screeching on his face, his jaw unhinging and splitting in half, showing the many rows of sharp teeth within his mouth*

*the quarters quickly glue themselves together, as Damien turns to charge against Solithar once more, this time stabbing his back as he bites onto the god's neck*

*his head threatens to fall, before his blood hardens and glues it back. He uses the momentum to launch himself foward, biting onto the god's arm, his bites starting to leave deep, darkened marks on his skin*

Solithar yanks his arm free, teleporting back a few feet. He snarls and raises his hand before sending a ball of black fire towards Damien. It hurts worse than anything Damien has ever felt upon impact.

*this time he easily dodges, chirping and clicking his jaw mockingly, sprinting towards the man, abandoning his swords to dig his claws into his abdomen, searching for the heart*

Solithar puts his hand over his exposed heart and steps back. He raises his other hand and summons about two blocks worth of fire and rains it down on both of them.

*he hides into the floor, his hand resurfacing to grab at Solithar's ankles, his claws reaching for his tendons*

He hisses and grabs Damien's wrist, yanking him out of the ground. Bad idea. His hair turns white. He throws Damien and sends lighting directly into Damien's nervous system.

*Damien crackles madly, letting the lightning hit him, his inexistent nervous system lighting up like moving rivers as he returns the electricity straight back at Solithar, shooting with a fingergun*

"Childish-" He teleports out of the way and rains down more fire, turning the ground into molten slag.

*he doesn't seem to mind the difference in texture of the ground, skipping over it to duck from the flames, shooting fire back at him*

Solithar teleports over to Damien and sticks his hand onto Damien's chest before consuming both of their bodies in fire.

Solithar panics momentarily, but he can't get away and simply gets absorbed. Absorbing him hurts, like being hit by the black fire again.

When Solithar ceases to exist a man appears nearby, watching. He looks vaguely like Solithar but with a thinner frame and different deeo purple colored hair. "Do you want the throne?"

"I see." He offers his hand to help Damien up. "Our kind don't fall easily, which is why i offered you the throne first."

"Vaeloren." He teleports them both to the Lux's entrance. "Say hello to my brother and sister for me."

"Terms." He crosses his arms, looking unimpressed.

"Incorrect. If you kill me, Chiyala and Oryndor die."

"You would rather they die?"

"I am concerned. Are weapons allowed or just fists?"

Solithar is over by Damien within a second, his sword cutting through Damien's arms.

Solithar teleports back a few feet before charging again and slashing at Damien's throat. He teleports behind Damien and slashes at Damien's spine.

*he laughs, melting into a puddle of black liquid that launches itself onto Solithar, Damien reforming but... Wrong. His skin is pitch black, body deformed besides being humanoid, spiky and bearing claws. He digs his swords on Solithar's shoulders, screeching on his face, his jaw unhinging and splitting in half, showing the many rows of sharp teeth within his mouth*

*the quarters quickly glue themselves together, as Damien turns to charge against Solithar once more, this time stabbing his back as he bites onto the god's neck*

*his head threatens to fall, before his blood hardens and glues it back. He uses the momentum to launch himself foward, biting onto the god's arm, his bites starting to leave deep, darkened marks on his skin*

Solithar yanks his arm free, teleporting back a few feet. He snarls and raises his hand before sending a ball of black fire towards Damien. It hurts worse than anything Damien has ever felt upon impact.

*this time he easily dodges, chirping and clicking his jaw mockingly, sprinting towards the man, abandoning his swords to dig his claws into his abdomen, searching for the heart*

Solithar puts his hand over his exposed heart and steps back. He raises his other hand and summons about two blocks worth of fire and rains it down on both of them.

*he hides into the floor, his hand resurfacing to grab at Solithar's ankles, his claws reaching for his tendons*

He hisses and grabs Damien's wrist, yanking him out of the ground. Bad idea. His hair turns white. He throws Damien and sends lighting directly into Damien's nervous system.

*Damien crackles madly, letting the lightning hit him, his inexistent nervous system lighting up like moving rivers as he returns the electricity straight back at Solithar, shooting with a fingergun*

"Childish-" He teleports out of the way and rains down more fire, turning the ground into molten slag.

*he doesn't seem to mind the difference in texture of the ground, skipping over it to duck from the flames, shooting fire back at him*

Solithar teleports over to Damien and sticks his hand onto Damien's chest before consuming both of their bodies in fire.

Solithar panics momentarily, but he can't get away and simply gets absorbed. Absorbing him hurts, like being hit by the black fire again.

When Solithar ceases to exist a man appears nearby, watching. He looks vaguely like Solithar but with a thinner frame and different deeo purple colored hair. "Do you want the throne?"

"I see." He offers his hand to help Damien up. "Our kind don't fall easily, which is why i offered you the throne first."