Clash of the Titans II - Round IV, Rhys versus Simion Mandrake Options

[canis216]

Hoo-ray! Somebody's going to die!

Umm... wait... hoo-ray? All this writing about assassination must be getting to my head.

Or I could just be warped to begin with.

This post has been edited by canis216: Jan 31 2007, 05:03 AM

[Lord Revan]

Oh, boy after 30+ days we're finally going to see the conclusion. *weary sigh*

PS: the former is probably more likely canis......... but the more amusing option would definitly be the latter

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Jan 31 2007, 05:12 AM

[Soulseeker3.0]

The gods have allowed me to meddle in the squabbles of men, and i have made my decision..... yeah i dunno, but yeah Sorry Revan, all i know is that Simion is crazy cool.

[Black Hand]

Simion’s dagger thrusted into Rhys’s side, the blood darkening the cloth with its wet essence, as she cried out in pain. To Simion’s madness, it was pure ecstasy, the cry of weakness, the spoils of murder, a few more seconds and she would be dead.

He gave a wicked grin as he looked into her red eyes wincing in pain, only to have that grin fade quickly from his face as he felt the intense pain rise from his groin. His hand fell off the daggers hilt, as Rhys made a savage slash with her Hurso Staff, the energy of it blade diffusing with Simion’s Dragon Skin, and she fell off the side of the edge.

Rhys barely managed to escape with her quick gambit in attacking a man’s primary weakness, and she ran as fast as she could, unsheathing the dagger from her side with a slight yelp of pain and keeping it as a secondary weapon. Taking to the shadows once more she quickly made a makeshift tourniquet to stop the blood loss, and stop the trail of blood that would lead to her. Her eyes looked fearfully to the tunnels of the caverns beneath the Arena for a sign of the Mad Assassin…

Get Up, you fool! She has gotten away! Don’t let her cheat us of our victory! The Voice screamed in Simion’s mind as he lay on the ledge trying to recover from her life-saving attack. Breathing deeply he regained his composure, and felt his hand slip to the hilt of his second dagger, unsheathing its dark glint with a whispered hiss. The umbrella seller would be his!

A game of cat and mouse ensued, with Simion hunting his wounded quarry like a hunter with a grudge against an animal that he had hunted for years, but never managed to kill. Almost catching her once or twice, she still managed to either skulk or leap away, enraging him further.

Finally, Rhys felt a soft kiss of cool air across the back of her sweaty neck, and she nearly screamed aloud, believing that the Assassin had found her, but she only saw empty air. It was dark in this area, dark enough to obscure even her night-vision.

Stepping carefully she saw the source of the breeze, it was a vast gulf of a ledge that dropped off into an seemingly eternal drop, but she could just barely make out some evil-looking spikes at its distant floor.

“We still playing?” Came the sinister whisper from behind, as Simions dagger came from behind, and pressed against her neck. “Or shall we end the charade, here and now?”

“Now, scream. Scream like you’ve never screamed! Scream so that Dagon above can hear you!” Simion said with a bloodthirsty grate.

“I don’t think so.” Whispered Rhys slowly gripping Simions dagger that had nearly killed her before.

Simion loosened his grip on Rhys and his own weapon as he felt a stabbing pain, pun intended, in his own side, growing.

Quick as a cat, Rhys pushed Simion away, and saw his eyes cloud over as he stared, transfixed at his own blood. He seemed in a state of disbelief and shock, and she was very willing to take advantage of it.

With a roundhouse kick to the chest, Rhys sent the form of Simion flying into the Chasm, the dark form disappearing into the blackness, only ended seconds later by a wet sound of impalement.

She fell to her knees in gratitude for her victory, feeling her heart beating with adrenaline; she took deep breaths to lower the heartrate. A pinprick of light grew in the ceiling of the cavern, until the light revealed itself as the ground opening, and the red skies of Oblivion showed Mehrunes Dagon staring down in delight.

With a wave of his hand, Mehrunes summoned Rhys back to the Arena, while some Caitiffs took off with the body of Simion Mandrake, his cloak wrapped over his corpse.

“Excellent! You did not disappoint! The battle was certainly different. For that, I am entering you into my Grand Championship!” Mehrunes laughed out as she tried to yell out it in protest, but found herself transported to a plane she would stay until Dagon summoned her again.

“This other one, the Assassin of Mephala’s Order. Revive him, wipe his memory of all that has transpired here, and return him to from where I took him. Soon, the real entertainment begins.” Mehrunes Dagon laughed out.

[Black Hand]

Sorry, Soulseeker. As of malpense' vote, the polls closed, as we were waiting for a tiebreaker. Not to have it re0tied an hour later....Next Time.

[The Metal Mallet]

Argh! If only you were an hour earlier Soulseeker! Ohwell, I guess that how luck doesn't favour the wicked.

Anyways, excellent finish to this battle that had long awaited a conclusion. Simion's overconfidence again has led him to his failure, which to me seems the most likely way for him to go. Great work Black Hand.

Now in order for us to continue with this thingy we either need Taillus or Arthago's writer to return so that they can duel with Serene.