Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20131202000648/@comment-11588669-20131206023757

A chuckle echoed around the room. Clawed hands reached up, and a helmet clattered to the floor.

"Well." Nox stated calmly, but there was slight madness in his cold, dark eyes. His voice sounded ragged, abused. The side effect of his howl. "That makes things much easier." He took a step forward, Nightfall extending into it's single bladed form, the techknife thudding to the ground.

"You see," Another step. "I was just going to kill you. But now?" He disappeared, and the man only had enough time to bring out a sword hidded beside him to block. The blades  edged close to his neck, before Nox disengaged. His eyes met the man's, whom the fire showed much more clearly. He had brown eyes, and blonde hair. He wore a purple and black suit, and his weapon was a katana. He looked at the teen, who cracked a less than sane fanged grin.

"You'll die much, much more painfully." The two charged, and metal clanged in the middle. They met each other stroke for stroke, steel shrieking with every clash. They locked blades, and the Dragon Henchmen swung a fist into Nox's face. The teen rolled with the movement, and they went at it again. Truly, it was a beautiful display of swordsmanship. Holes in defenses were defended splendidly, but occaisionally they slipped. Cuts began appearing. Fists and feet joined the weaponry, and Nox began to gain the upper hand.

The man slashed downward, and Nox blocked with a forearm at the wrists. Nightfall's pommel slammed into his opponent's stomach, and his knee crashed into the man's face.

Then the lights went out, and a door opened, men coming into the room. He scrambled around, blind. He was human, so he had no nightvision. The lights flickered on, and his captive was nowhere to be found. They faded out, and cries began to reach his ears. The henchmen were getting slaughered. The lights flickered again, and the room was bathed in blood.

A chuckled echoed, the nearly baritone voice.

"You see? This is what you Dragon's bring onto yourself. You think, that because you have money in your pocket, that you're invincible? You pick your targets carefully." A nick appeared on his neck.

"This time, you didn't." The lights flickered back on, and the battle resumed. And all it takes to end it, is one mistake. It was the man who made it.

A slash was blocked, and a stab returned. Nox stepped out of the way, and spun Nightfall into a devestating overhand. The attack lopped his hands off, and he fell to the ground screaming. The sound of metal clattering to the floor greeted his ears, and he looked up. A hand closed over his face, leaving him with one eye to see out of. The midnight orbs he gazed into held no emotion except satisfaction. A wolf was the only animal to seek revenge. Combine that with a human...

The clawed digits began to sink into the back of his head. Nox's face twisted into a smirk of sadistic happiness, and he dug them deeper. The man's cries were muffled by his palm. Then he pulled. Hard.

The skin on the man's neck started to give way, and with the meaty sound of tearing flesh and breaking sinew, his head came off. The mercenary dropped it to the floor, and kicked it into the fireplace. He walked out, and called one thing out over his shoulder.

"Dragon's shouldn't mess with a Wolf pack. Especially in Winter. After all...they just get more ferocious."