Rtron vs. Kodkod: Hell is the Beginning

[Kodkod]

Why Won't You Die?

Tristan's foot connected with where he was targeted it, but instead of directly making contact with the back of the blade, he made contact with the shield that was pulled up at just the right timing. The shield in fact reduced some of the power from the kick but ultimately still was pushed backed into the blade having it impale the body but again it did not seem to do any major damage. The armored man stepped back gaining his footing from the kinetic energy driven by the kick to his shield and then knocked the blade loose from his side. The scythe's blade landed on the cobble stone surface that these two fought on and his enemies eyes kept watch over Tristan's position. Tristan was in a defensive stance, sword up and 10 inches from his face, tilted forward just a tad down range. His feet were shoulder width apart and slightly staggered for more balance, back heel up, and eyes locked on to his opponent's. The armored man crouched into a defensive position as well, he seemed he wanted to keep waiting for the most opportune moment given to him by Tristan.

Tristan played the offense well, but his enemy was still standing. It was going to take a lot more effort than anticipated earlier in the fight.

"Having fun yet?"

Tristan had no sign of fatigue, he had a small gash on his left back that he could feel blood dripping down from but soon the coagulation of the cells would take affect and stop the bleeding. Tristan's left fang hung over his lip as the left side of his lip smiled leaving the right side at its normal pose. The fog finally seeped heavy enough into the town, it had been building the entire night, until now when it was in full affect. Tristan slowly backed up into the fog in his defensive stance and waited for his enemy to disappear from his sight. This would allow him to know that he too was out of his enemies sight. Tristan would take advantage of the conditions...his favorite kind.

[Rtron]

Gregor did not deign to respond when the boy asked if he was having fun yet. Clearly, either he was a vampire or trained from an early age. When the boy sank into the fog, Gregor waited until he couldn't see him, then made his move. He quickly and quietly, well as quietly as a man in a full set of armor could, went over to a nearby small storage facility. It appeared to be one story, with only one window, and a door. Gregor tried to open it, when it proved to be locked, he kicked it open. Then he did a quick search of the living room sized area. There was no other way in or out. As the poor bastards in the back of the room found out. Gregor grabbed a pile of scrap metal and quietly scattered it across the floor in front of the door and window. He also made sure that the lights were still on, he even added a dozen more of his own candles, and a lantern. Then, he settled back into a defensive position, his eyes on the door and window, waiting for the boy to come.

[Kodkod]

Game, Set, and Match...

Tristan could hear his fellow battle mate, he could hear his armor clunk against the stone road that was navigated on by the armored man to a small storage facility. He wasn't sure if the man knew that Tristan would know where he was at, or he was just trying to hide. In any case the man did not know it yet, but had just walked right into a death trap created by his own ambitions. Seeking shelter from quick strikes, yes, he did succeed in narrowing the fight down to a small room. What was not thought of was that the storage facility as was the rest of the town, completely comprised of wood, except for the stone streets. There were some stone in various buildings but it was more for decorative touch than actually serving any other real purpose. Tristan did was his enemy seemed to be already doing, lighting up the night with...fire.

Tristan didn't have to go far as the town had candle lights just about everywhere, that or a latern considering Tristan caught the town in the middle of one of its "Ordinary" nights before of course the massacre began. While the armored man set himself up in the building he had just entered, Tristan scavenged quickly for two lanterns. It wasn't difficult in spotting them and he snatched two from near by buildings that lined the cold, dark, foggy streets of the town that was once so lively, so beautiful, now gone to hell.

Tristan reached the building he heard the man go into prior to searching for his own lantern's and slightly dropped his butt low, then pivoting his body and spinning tossing both lantern's at the building. The oil inside the lantern's burst everywhere on the left side of the door catching flame as did the second lantern to the right side of the door. This quickly would escalate into a blaze of smoke turn the building the armored man was in, into an oven. The armor he was wearing would boil his flesh from the heat given off by the flames that would soon surround and engulf the building he occupied. Tristan would wait until the flames themselves flushed him out, after tossing the lantern's he went to the other side of the street and perched himself at an elevated position on another building to observe the fire and the door the man went in. He couldn't quite see it very clearly, but he could see if something came out, especially as big as the man was. Tristan smiled as his blazing creation grew larger and larger, just simply beautiful.

[Rtron]

When Gregor heard the shattering of the first lantern, he realized what was happening, and reacted quickly. The boy would probably be watching for him, but a sneak attack was prefferable to being roasted alive. So, with out further adue, Gregor ran towards the window, and leapt through it with a loud clanging and shattering. "You son of a whore! Fight me like a man!" Gregor challenged, his voice roaring out he thought about going into another building, this time stone, but that wouldn't work. So, he fell back into a overhang and what once was a doorway and was in the process of being filled in when the men died. So, Gregor had a stone wall to his back, an overhang above him, and, when he scattered the remaing pieces of iron scrape metal around him, the only way the boy could attack him was to face him again.

[Kodkod]

When Gregor heard the shattering of the first lantern, he realized what was happening, and reacted quickly. The boy would probably be watching for him, but a sneak attack was prefferable to being roasted alive. So, with out further adue, Gregor ran towards the window, and leapt through it with a loud clanging and shattering. "You son of a whore! Fight me like a man!" Gregor challenged, his voice roaring out he thought about going into another building, this time stone, but that wouldn't work. So, he fell back into a overhang and what once was a doorway and was in the process of being filled in when the men died. So, Gregor had a stone wall to his back, an overhang above him, and, when he scattered the remaing pieces of iron scrape metal around him, the only way the boy could attack him was to face him again.

Tristan watched from his perch the armored man leap out of the window, the glass shattered into small individual bite sized pieces and scattered all around the front of the building.

]"You son of a whore! Fight me like a man!"

The armored man screamed out after getting to his feet from the leap. Tristan just smiled and laughed a bit at the deragtory comments made his way, verbal spears of insult...how petty, it just showed that the man he was fighting, indeed had been beneath Tristan...inferior if you will. The armored man found himself beneath an overhang.

The fire that was started by Tristan began to rage further and even begin to explore through the building. It would soon engulf its very remain and spread to the buildings directly next to it. This entire scenerio was unfolding before Tristan's eyes and the fire lit up the town as if it were bon fire party tonight. His eyes fell back toward his opponent, the armored man's life would end here. He had the element of surprise, and surprise he shall.

Tristan scaled what needed to be scaled to have him directly over top of the overhang, Tristan leapt down on top of the overhang piercing his blade through the part of the overhang that was connected to the stone wall at the armored man's back. Tristan then leapt from the overhang back on top of the buildings. His attacker would be probably thrust his sword up to get Tristan, or start to move from his position. Then again the armored man has surprised him before, maybe he'd stay and just hunker down in his position and wait for Tristan to have to face him. Then again it could be the only way to end this fight sooner.

He eventually made his debut by landing in the front of his enemy. He was a safe distance away from any type of melee attacks. Tristan had this devilish smile sweep his face as he spotted the armored man tucked under the overhang that was just slashed, and back against a wall, he felt safe, oh but he wasn't.

"Armored man, before you die here today, what is your name? so that we may put it down correctly in the cemetary."

[Rtron]

Gregor flinched away from the blade, then when he saw the boy moving towards him he waited. The boy was an arrogant talker, therefore, he would talk. 3 seconds later, Gregor was not disappointed as the boy spoke again. Gregor smiled beneath his helmet. "Gregor Hanz, or as you will know me soon enough, your executioner." With that, he lunged at the boy, appearing to attempt to cut him in half, but if the boy darted backwards, he could easily turn it into an attempt at spearing him through the chest. If the boy blocked, he would lower to go for his legs. Which would be followed up by the blades on his shield going for the boys throat.

[Kodkod]

It truly was fun...

Tristan felt the tension build as his opponent was growing ever so less patient with the words that Tristan used to spin up a bit of chatter. It was once he finished his sentence did the man begin to engage Tristan for the first time out of the entire conflict. Unfortunately the man had not learned from the previous skirmish that Tristan's speed and reflexes were much more superior to his, yet he still wanted to continue a battle head on. It did not make much sense in Tristan's mind, but it didn't have too, it was not his mistake that would be capitalized on but the mistake of his enemy. Tristan a waited as his armored friend dashed toward him, lunging at the very stature of where Tristan stood. The armored man had swung his blade from the outside in coming from a horizontal angle. Most men in this position would dodge the blade or block it, but not Tristan. It was not the blade he cared for, in fact he would do the opposite of what most men would do, because, Tristan was not a man.

Tristan stepped forward toward his opponent as the blade came swinging his direction he dropped his ass, feet staggered, and he turned in toward the arm swinging the blade. Due to him stepping in, he was actually out of the line of the blade, he was now located inside his opponent's guard opened up by the horizontal swing from the outside. Tristan's blade was raised and one hand was holding the handle while the other hand applied pressure to the spine of the blade itself giving it support when Gregor's forearm would make contact. Tristan would not block the blade but the actual forearm holding the blade. From the momentum of his opponent's swing and the pressure being applied forward by Tristan it should be enough power to break the skin and cut deep, this would sever the small muscles that allowed his hand to perform simple motor skills. Such as just closing it, it would ultimately end up in his opponent's sword to fall out of his grip. Tristan in a very liquid fluid motion would allow the blade to slide downward only causing more damage to that area, he would step underneath the forearm and around the armpit of his enemy after the blade contacted the forearm.

He would be adjacent and behind his enemy after the initial skirmish with Tristan quickly pivoting his body to face his opponent's back side. This would keep him in the clear of all other attacks and allow to reset and assess the next move that would unravel in this situation. It would soon all be over for his armored friend...countless miscalculated errors were dropping his armored buddy into a deeper hell that was going to be more hard to climb out of with every move made.

[Rtron]

Gregor didn't have time to blink in disbelief as the boy dropped down. He was to busy feeling his tendons nearly cut. It hurt like hell, but, his skin coupled with his armor prevented damage that would cause him to be unable to use his blade. The boy was now behind him. Clearly, the boy was fast. That much Gregor knew before but now he definitely knew he couldn't catch him. So, Gregor tried a trick. If it failed, he'd end up dead. If it worked, the boy would not be walking away unscathed. Gregor fell to his knees after appearing to try and hold onto his blade. The blade slipped out of his grasp. "Right boy. Go ahead and finish me. Let's see how you killed these people." Gregor said sounding utterly despaired and defeated. His knife had already been removed from it's secret sheath and was hidden ready and waiting. When the boy got close enough to finish him, most likely by the way he had the inhabitants of this town, Gregor would suddenly explode up, not tensing his muscles before hand and waiting till the last possible second, and shove his dagger at the neck and jaw of the boy, grabbing his sword and rolling away from the boy afterwards. If it failed, he'd probably be killed if it worked, the battle would most likely continue.

[Kodkod]

"Right boy. Go ahead and finish me."

The man seemed defeated, but Tristan didn't feel this was the way to end it. If the man could still talk, the man could still fight, knowing the demeanor in which was held by the armored figure this entire battle, he had a feeling that giving up was not in his blood.

"Let's see how you killed these people."

Tristan chuckled a little bit inside, what the hell was that suppose to mean exactly, how he killed these people? he killed them just how anyone would, with a blade in one hand and skills acquired by years of training, with the edge of also having somewhat supernatural abilities. Unless he meant the drinking of their blood part, but unfortunately Tristan was already full from feasting all night as it was, sure he used a bit of energy on this guy, but not enough energy was spent on which he gathered feasting on this entire town. He looked around for a moment and basked in the achievement of slaying an entire town by his own hands. Sure, it wasn't an achievement most would deem fit, but to Tristan this was just another leap into truly harnessing his abilities as a vampire. A descedant now of the Vampire King, and son to one of the heirs within the Ba'al bloodline.

"Get up! To think I would slay you with your back turned after you put up such a fight, now that would be down right just rude. I am a monster, but I want to look into those battle hardened eyes of yours when you feel my blade reach inside of you, and then I want to show you what all these others experienced before you. It isn't that bad, I promise you!"

Tristan would wait for his opponent to get to his feet, if he chose not to rise to the challenge then Tristan would just impale him with his blade in the back of the neck severing the central nervous system and causing immediate death. He would wait a few moments first however to see what if his opponent truly gave up, or still had enough in him to finish the fight like a man.

[Rtron]

Gregor sighed. "You're a real talker you know that? And stupid to. Finishing me would have been quick, and easy. Now, you've got to deal with the possibly that I may be faking it all and your cut did absolutely nothing to me." Gregor gave a rather chilling laugh. Slowly, he started to get up. Then, out of no where, with zero body language to show he was going to do it, he whipped around with lethal speed and threw it at the boy. Then, he rolled away from the boy and lifted up his shield and sword, settling into a defensive position that allowed him to react as quickly as possible. "Well then. What are you waiting for? Attack me. Or are you to cowardly to slay a man who has a chance? Not defenseless villagers." Gregor repeated the laugh. If one could see his eyes, they would be devoid of emotion. Fear, hate, any emotion. Dead and lifeless. As if already a walking corpse.