Sable Rhodroth - THE WRETCHED ONE
He narrowed his eyes as his flames split between a brilliant white shield and smashed into the guild doors, sending them barreling out. He let out a sharp tsk, leaned back, and raised a brow.
"Out of the way, girl. You can't last too long against me, you're magic isn't meant for it!" he shouted, raising his hands up in the air and beginning to summon a carriage-size ball of fire. He gripped hold of it and smiled, they'd learned how Vyper operated soon enough, this was all part of the fun.
When he sensed someone coming up behind him, he raised his flames over his back and tried to push them back. "I'm not like my predecessor, I'm stronger than Natsu!" he declared with confidence.
But even that didn't halt what was happening to him. Like some soul sucking wraith feeding on him, he felt himself slipping. His emotions, ambitions, rage. Everything that made him him was leaking away. Slowly his flames dwindled to small embers, and sparse tongues that lingered on the wooden floors. He kept himself from falling on his stomach with his elbows, frustrated groans leaving his clenched teeth.
"The fuck is happening?" he questioned.
The fiery pool in his guts was bubbling and even he was beginning to think it was unbeatable. He lowered even further but maintained his defiant glare. The one thing that he was known for was his recklessness and that was all. He fought through the overbearing magic that drained his emotions but failed. Before he knew it, he was angrily and weakly struggling to his feet. Though without the motivation or energy, he could only stumble towards the shield and lean on it, fist banging against it in straight jabs. He tried to summon his fire but it wouldn't come.
"That's some fancy magic you got there, jackass. Next time," he uttered, looking over his shoulder at his lethargic enemy. "I'll kill ya." Then he sunk against the front of the shield and fell unconscious, a soft and gentle expression on his otherwise noble face.