Archon of Darkness
Eyes peeled to the sides of his face, the whites tainted red by the narcotic. A piercing gaze met Talay-a', and steam hissed from his mask as he decided to take it off. "I only know the cleaver." Gideon turned to face her, mask in hand and his weapon held in the other by its chain.
"This is a lonesome trainin-" Gideon blinked, and then there they were. Similar to that of the bedrooms, the training room provided whatever its user needed to train. "oh. Seems it does what the bedrooms do." Gideon placed on his mask once more with a hiss. With his voice now masked by the filter, he spoke with passion, "You could watch. I get kindled by this.". For Gideon viewed his aggression like an art form. 'Kindled..' Eredos hushed as Gideon's mind summoned a Brothen for the training room. His blood began to boil.
The Brothen is a fleshly like mole that is roughly the size of a cow and is able to burrow quickly through the hardest of surfaces with a jagged mouth that resembled the front end (or back end) of a worm. These creatures were also vicious.
The Brothen remained in the corner of the stunningly clean training room, and it seemed calm. It hadn't had noticed the pair and it was just nosing around the environment, as Gideon remembers they do.
The leathery creature growled deep, and it started inching closer. Its violence apparent to Gideon. His teeth grit, moving away from Telay-a for space. Eredos cackled in his ear, always giddy with giddyeon to see him combat so early in his training.
A deep roar from the Brothen, and then it charged. Its beady black eyes meeting Gideon's blue ones.
The chain dragged and the cleaver followed as Gideon recoiled the weapon sideways like a whip. The metal clanked and slapped against itself with a piercing cling.
Steam hissed from his respirator and the whip moved like a ribbon in air. The Brothen lept back at the sudden strike, and continued its onslaught hastily. That long iron whip, the blade of the once cleaver seperated into several somewhat blunt metal edges. The chain that connected the pieces was hiding behind the enveloping veins of blackness.
The Brothen was now upon Gideon, and he was prepared. His boots were made of Brothen Hide that he hunted and skinned himself, meaning he knew the creature well. The whip had grinded along the surface of the ground and recoiled back into its one-piece cleaver form, where Gideon roared and swung across the jagged mouth of his enemy. Blood painted the floor of the room as if a red pen had broken across a fresh sheet of paper. Gideon stumbled slightly forward in his swing, but regained composure quickly. The Brothen slid forward with its charging inertia dragging its own limp corpse.
The blood and corpse vanished into dust, and then that diminished- leaving only fresh air. Gideon looked to Telay-a and with sweat on his brow he said, "Brothen's dead. What do you do?" He spoke gravely. Gideon's shadow danced in multiple directions unknowingly for a few moments before finding a spot and remaining still.
