((It's damn epic!!! Even if you don't know what's going on!!!!))
And so the battle commenced.
They both flung balls of energy at each other blowing the both of them apart from one another. Whence the smoke cleared, they flew for each other again.
The dance of the blades had begun.
The battle became so intense, one parry and near-hit after another became to much for even the greatest of scribes to record. The battle was long, and after what seemed an eternity for clashing blades, the two combatants slowly neared their fatigue. Silverclaw began unloading his arsenal, to hopefully hit Demonclaw, and to at least lighten his load. He threw all of his weapons. All were useless and were blown away. He had one last Kunai, which he threw in hopes that this would finally end. Only to be blown away by Demonclaw's superior parrying. The kunai flew into the air and landed handle first into the ground.
"You're petty knives and daggers can't save you now!!"
Demonclaw flew toward Silverclaw, Where he began his vicious assault. Blow upon blow, Demonclaw punished Silverclaw's endurance. Sooner or later, he would give way, with no chance of a counterattack in sight. Demonclaw knew that this was his victory, his triumph over the weak-minded fool that once tainted his body. He would reign supreme over both halves, and would claim the world in an ever-thirsting flame, to consume all that could ever be peaceful again. At last his triumph was in sight, and delivered the final blow.
"Ngh~!!"
The pain Silverclaw was in right now could only be described as agonizing. With the dark blade now through his right lung, and the fatigue of the battle making him more sore than he's ever been, it felt like death was imminent.
He fell to his knees, after Demonclaw had ripped the blade from his chest.
"What's the matter, Silverclaw? Growing fatigued? Oh, I'm sorry. I suppose we may fight again...In the next life...Any last words? Or shall I kill you while you still have some dignity."
Silverclaw couldn't bear the pain any longer. The sky had turned red by now, with so much fire from the summoned dragon. Ash was everywhere, and all he could see was the dominant form of Yren. Demonclaw. Soon, the blood began to puddle behind the lips of Silverclaw's charred mouth. His sword was heavy. He dropped it. His cloak grew hot, it slid off of him, as his bloodstained silver hair flowed in the wind limply. He had no other options...This was it. The battle was lost. Demonclaw would vanquish him and would take the land and end it as he saw fit.
No...this can't be how it all ends...It can't be...
His eyes suddenly grew wide.
I'd bet my last kunai that this isn't how it ends...
"Yeah...I got some last words for ya. How about 'How the mighty have fallen...'"
"How fitting...wait, WHAT!? AUGH!!!"
In that brief moment, Silverclaw summoned what little strength left within him, and swung his legs around, his arms the pivot, tripping Demonclaw, sending him down onto the kunai, which was handle-first in the dirt, blade pointing straight up.
And, as if the gods themselves had intervened, that single blade pierced Demonclaw's heart, resulting in a large burst of blood.
In Silverclaw...nay, Yren's darkest hour, he conquered the darkness of himself. However impossible this battle could become, fate always had this ending intended. Yren Silverclaw would triumph, and the land would be spared of the cruel swipe, of the Demonclaw.
And, with this victory, it appears that Yren has, quite possibly, drawn his last breath.
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