Enzius Zarbath VS Annabeth Gulch
Enzius steeled himself for the coming battle. It was the last thing he wanted to do, but he had no choice. They forced his hand. He agilely climbed a rock formation in the icy cave, reaching the top he could see the entire cave. Behind him resided the alter, sitting cold and ominous at the center of the cave. Strangely enough, it emitted it's own light. Enzius crouched behind a boulder at the top of the formation, hiding out of view from the entrance from the cave. He wanted to gain the element of surprise on his coming enemy. He didn't have to wait long. A few minutes later he heard the clopping of a horse's hooves on the icy stone. As he peered over the stone, his stomach dropped. He saw a maiden, a beautiful girl. But worst of all, her demeanor and grace reminded him of his mother. He hid back behind the stone and silently cursed Them. They knew his weaknesses. Bastards. He silently drew his sword, peeking over the stone again. She was almost under him now. Damn Them, damn Them to hell. He gripped his sword tighter to where his knuckles turned white as snow. He peeked over again. She was right under him now. Enius gritted his teeth and leaped over the stone, falling silently towards the woman. Impossibly, she turned and drew her own hidden blade. He swung against all of his morals and will and there was a clash of sparks. He fell into a roll on the other side of her horse, immediately on his feet and pivoting to face her.
She was a giant on her horse, which whinnied and stared at him with caution. She seemed surprised and slightly shaking, no doubt his ambush startled her. But she should already be dead, how did she predict his move? He stared at her with anger, angry at her, angry at Them, angry at himself. He simply said in common tongue
"I'm sorry it has come to this." He leaped at her horse with astounding agility, grabbing a leather strap and thrusting his blade into it's neck. Enzius vaulted off of the horse's shoulder, slitting it's neck, a shower of blood following the snow elf. In a horrific gurgling sound, the horse collapsed to the ground, Enzius looked behind him to see the girl scrambling off the horse, avoiding being trapped under the horse's dying body. She looked at the horse in shock, then looked at the elf with hate he had never seen before.
"You son of a bitch!" she screamed, grabbing her sword and charging him. He simply kneeled to the ground and placed a hand on the cold stone floor. He concentrated on the cold, and how it spreads over everything. Nothing can escape from the cold, not in this place. Frost spread out in a fan pattern from his hand, solidifying as it went. Annabeth didn't realize what he was doing until it was too late. Within 2 feet she slipped on the ice, stumbling and falling towards Enzius. He put pressure onto his back foot, preparing to spring forward. Three, Two, One. He sprang forward towards the girl, a perfect shot towards her back. He could end the fight now. Just do it, just end it. He yelled in frustration as he maneuvered his sword and sliced open her left thigh, leaving her to crash onto the icy stone.
She yelped in pain, her hand going to her thigh, which was profusely bleeding. Enzius paced in front of her a few feet, his sword dripping with blood. He was angry, angry at his weakness, angry at Them for putting him in this position, angry at her for being here. Angry at everything. Grandfather discouraged this kind of emotion, as it led to deadly consequences. He looked back at the girl, who had drawn her bow and and was aiming straight at him. He barely avoided getting an arrow to the heart, the arrowhead grazing his arm, leaving a nice sized gash in his right arm. He immediately put pressure onto his wound, cursing his carelessness as he raced to the wall of the cave, an arrow barely missing his head. He dove into a tunnel, scrambling up higher into the cave. Army crawling through the jagged tunnels, he received several scratches and scrapes. A small ledge jutted out from the wall, high above the Alter. The ledge ran about to the middle of the cave, where the young maiden was getting to her feet and approaching the alter. More specifically his direction, she drew back, seemingly staring straight at him. Enzius's eyes widened as he realized what was happening. He dragged himself off the ledge and plummeted towards the alter. He heard the arrow fly past him and heard the thunk of it in the stone.
He landed nimbly on the alter, sword in hand. He felt the ice creep up into him, fueling his power. It was just a block of ice, but it made him more confident. She sent another arrow his way, which he narrowly avoided. He dropped down behind the alter as a flurry of angry arrows were launched at him. He felt the ice against it's back, this...alter of death. He would have to spill her blood here. Damn it. He grew angrier as he thought about it, the injustice of the situation, the innocents who would die. He heard her draw closer, he estimated she was within 3 feet of the altar. He screamed and jumped up onto the alter, seeing her so close, sword in hand. He felt the ice shift beneath, fueled by his rage and frustration. A spike of ice shot out from the alter, impaling her. Her eyes widened in fear and pain. There was several moments of silence. Annabeth coughed up blood, crimson liquid dripping down her chin. He dropped to his knees, unable to stand. He was staring into her eyes, a single burning question.
"Why?" Her blood was being absorbed by the spike, small rivers of crimson zooming up and down the ice. It was pleased. Enzius faded into darkness. When he awoke he felt sick. The alter was pleased. But he was horrified and disgusted with himself when he saw the corpse of the young woman, still impaled. Her eyes glazed over, blood dripping from her mouth. She was pale as snow, the spike which she was impaled red as... well, blood. He struggled to get to his feet. He felt nauseous, his arms and legs like noodles. He rested on his haunches and wept silent, angry tears. He would make Them pay.
For
@Lucius Cypher
