| Thaltos pulled the Shears of Atropos out as he saw another of the Elite Guard jump neatly to the ground off of a nearby building. To his grim amusement, he recognized him.
"Well, well. Been a long time since we've met, hasn't it, Vaal? I remember the first time I killed you in service to my father...it just goes to figure that Daemon would adopt you into his fold..."
The muscled and scaly Drakotaur known as Vaal chuckled as he pulled his own pair of scimitars off his back.
"Indeed, Thaltos...it has been a long time since you killed me. Look, I've even grown my wings back. You won't be removing them again...this meeting has been destined for aeons, and I am here to reap your soul for my new master, Daemon."
Thaltos raised the Shears and assumed a ready stance. "Vaal, let's get this straight right now. I killed you once, and I'm going to keep doing it until it sticks...as many times as it takes."
With a sinister laugh, the powerful dragonman reared up on his hind legs and flared his wings, brandishing his swords.
"Then let us dance, Champion of the Gods." |