I got bored and did a meme I saw going around Twitter once.

@lunathehoneypanda suddenly messaged me – and it just felt so right. HAHA

I’ll probably draw kayn and Zed with spidersuits or spidersonas or smth – but for now – this felt right. Yes. yes it does. It was nice drawing pre rhaast kayn.

Zed wiped at his lips with his gloved hand, the dispelling of his shades with so much arcane force was sending alarming amounts of ghost pains through his system. “I will admit as much, you are marvelously powerful, I am almost jealous”. But Zed’s grin never left his face, gleaming in the desert sun.

“But what in life isn’t delaying the inevitable? Better to spit in Kindred’s eyes than slowly whither I think”

Pulling one of the massive shuriken strapped to his back, Zed charged it with shadow, blackness slithering along it’s edge. Likewise the dark engulfed his katar.

Again his shadow swallowed him and he sprang at Xerath, who seemed to be gathering force, it would be risky, leave him open to a counterstrike but Zed was always heedless to death anyway.

He would stab in an upward arc as he jumped from the dark, hoping to catch the magus’ magical body with his blade before following it with a magically charged shuriken.

As Xerath felt the shadow beginning to disperse beneath him, a blade covered in it suddenly jabbed into his arcane form shortly after. Xerath gave a grunt of annoyance, and perhaps even minor pain… But it still didn’t seem to be enough. His pure magic ate though the darkness, and then through the metal of the weapon itself. Enraged, Xerath used this close range to his advantage.

The Magus wheeled about grabbed Zed by the throat, slamming him against the wall with inhuman strength before the shuriken could connect. “You think yourself brave? You think yourself clever? You are a coward and an imbecile, throwing your life away in an act of futility. You speak of spitting in death’s face, yet you willingly and eagerly throw your life away trying to kill that which cannot be killed! Can your simple mind even fathom the irony of that?” The Magus began to try melting through Zed’s armor of darkness.

He could feel the dark lash at the raw energy, acidic shadow crashing inside him against surging arcane.

“I’ll admit it, Magus, you outdid me in this moment” Zed was prideful and arrogant, but there was no gain denying reality. The mocking facade left Zed’s face and demeanour instantly, instead just glaring at the ‘eyesockets’ in the magus’s ‘helmet’.

“People often call it cowardice when one merely fights in the manner most likely to get them a win. I know I cannot match you in brute strength, you know it too. so why would I bother playing your game?” It was tough talking like this, but he needed as much time as he could get to gather strength. “You are so ancient, yet you do not know that one’s ambitions are more important than one’s life”

And this could likely take Zed to the brink of his own.

The dark literally flooded out of Zed’s skin, dark magic carving lines across his skin, eyes entirely flooded in eerie green light. The dark magic began to lash at Xerath’s arcane form. The sheer amount of unconstrained Shadow began to darken the area, light dimming, shadows stretching.

Zed felt his heart hammer against his ribs and his veins burn from the strain, he just needed to burn away at Xerath’s arcane body, steal just enough strength to break his superhuman grip before fleeing to the shadow. He could already feel his body start to burn out from the effort.

It was a mere moment of weakness, but Zed capitalised, hands lunging at Xeraths own, gripping the ‘thumb’ of the magus and savagely pulling to it’s owner’s arm despite the lack of a bone to break.

As he fell to the sand, Zed dove to a nearby shadow cast by a piece of masonry. Panting like he hadn’t in years, body barely able to support itself.

His body wracked with pain, Zed turned his head at Xerath, glaring at the mage. “Another time, Tyrant-mage” and collapsed into the safety of the dark.