[IC] Silver mist(always accepting)

[c rybaby]

Filii stretches his mouth into that familiar disgusting smile.

"That's right my friend... for the corpse itself is irrelevant... a ship with no captain per say... it is the blood, the soul, and the life force that truly matters. My precious pests are merely just the purest form of decomposition...Nature at its finest, oh powerful one."

The slight tone of taunt and sarcasm rings throughout Filii's hollow voice
The maggot infestation begins crawling sporadically all over Filii's body

"Afraid of a couple little bugs elf boy?..."

[Jasper19]

Fenris snakes his head" no it's just gross" but he then says a prayer in elvish to the chief elvish deity

[Shadow Dragon]

"If you put any on me, all of them die."

[c rybaby]

Filii cackles;
"Your prayers mean nothing, pitiful elf"

Filii reaches down to his obsidian bladed katana sheathed at his waist,
He flicks a maggot off the handle that lands at the feet of Vencross.

"who knew such a powerful Necromancer could be so combative toward another of nearly the same practice?...I'm just an admirer of your work, Vencross..."

[Jasper19]

Fenris shrugs" still they give me comfort "he lazily spins his spear " this thing was made to kill every type of creature even demons"

[Shadow Dragon]

The maggot crumbles to dust midair. "I hate competition."

[Jasper19]

Fenris looks at vencross" isn't your uncle competition ? "

[Shadow Dragon]

"He is my mentor, not competition. And I know that neither of us has any chance against him."

[Jasper19]

Fenris nods"won't stop me from trying "

[Shadow Dragon]

"You shouldn't. There is no hope for your survival."

[c rybaby]

Filii unsheathes his pitch black blade half way, any bit of light around reflecting radiantly off of it.

"...and this blade was forged to fillet, massacre, and butcher any creature... even elves"
Filii chuckles a bit and re-sheathes his sword
He looks at Vencross and says sarcastically
"Quite the timid one, aren't we...? This is all just in good sport, my dear friend."

Filii knows he can not fight both Fenris and Vencross... for he is sure he underestimates the power of this elf... and he knows Vencross alone could possibly defeat him...

But the taunting and emotion fulfill his evil thirst

[Jasper19]

Fenris shrugs " well I have that rematch he promised me" he looks at filii" any blade can cut an elf" he says with a tiny smile

[Shadow Dragon]

Vencross draws his own sword. "And mine was made to devour the soul and mind. And it is a lesser copy of my masters weapon, a powerful scythe."

[c rybaby]

The elf's witty response makes Filii crack a small smile aswell

Filii then lays eyes on Vencross' magnificent weapon

'A great trophy along with his head'
He thinks to himself.

Filii draws back and contains himself.

"It would be a great honor to see that masterful blade in battle..."
he says almost in a whisper-like tone.

[Shadow Dragon]

He chuckles. "Flattery will get you nowhere, maggotbag."

[Jasper19]

Fenris smiles" I think I have found someone that gets under vencrosses skin more than me"

[Shadow Dragon]

"I hate other forms of necromancy."

[Jasper19]

Fenris nods" makes sense"

[c rybaby]

Filii is stricken with a wave of evil euphoria,
He filters in the conflicting energy presented by Vencross

his voice, more of a shrill-like growl, trembles a bit

"It is an honor to be hated by you above many others, powerful Necromancer"

[Jasper19]

Fenris shudders a bit" you are so weird"