With a viscous Bombardment of attacks, the onslaught from Pix did not yield or slow down, from ear to ear he wore a wide evil smile on face, this was it, [ix had reached the height of his excitement for battle, with each and every swing he could feel his heart beat louder, beat faster, this was it, he felt alive when he was surrounded by death, but there was a dull spot amongst the sparks of excitement he felt, his opponent had fallen silent, “You still refuse to speak, given up have we”, Pix said, tauntingly.

Once again Pix swung his scythe, clashing with Krio’s own, each attack sent a harsh violent jolt through Krio’s arms, each vibration more violent than the last, but, his eyes were fixated on the person in front of him, he watched pix trying to find an opening in his attacks, ‘ all of the information I had gathered told me he was the calm reserved type, I should have been on alert when I couldn’t find any information on how he fights, not even when I went back home, they didn’t know anything about him’, Krio thought to himself. With the next attack Krio softened his guard allowing the force of the attack to push him back away from Pix, and still he took a few steps back, Krio tossed his scythe back and forth, shaking his free hand each time to rid them of the lingering sensation of the vibrations from Pix’s attack.

Calming himself a bit, Pix took a step forward towards Krio, his opponent however met that with a sudden dash towards him, the smile ignited on Pix’s face once again he held onto the end of his scythe swinging it outwards in a complete circle, the resulting attack cut down whatever stood in its path, soldiers from both sides fell to the ground blood spilling from their armors, some were cut in two, Krio however, saw the attack coming, time slowed for him again, using his momentum he slid under the attack hooking the inner part of his scythe’s blade on Pix’s leg, he pulled as hard as he could. Pix found himself falling to the ground, in what seemed like an instant Krio had appeared on the other side of him and he was now on the ground, however he had no time to think, Krio appeared over him swinging down, Pix pushed up the handle of his scythe deflecting the attack, rolling to the side he pushed himself up onto his feet, Krio’s scythe had dug deep into the mud of the battlefield cleaving a part of the ground with a long thin scar.

Pix smiled.

“YES”, pix said, the shout was deep, guttural and animalistic, “this is it, I felt this rush of souls in a while, with this I’ll be able to fully let loose”. He could feel the fresh souls flowing through him, another in flux of power added on to what he felt already, Krio’s eyes sank mortified at what he was seeing, he had heard of them growing up in Kainon village but he had never thought he would meet let alone fight one in his lifetime,

“Neyra Claris, A black coin, Lord Thaine’s priest of Chaos, Do you even understand what you are ?”, Krio asked,

“I am Thaine’s thirst for chaos, the abolition of order, a harbinger of death, this is why the battlefield is the perfect place for me”, Pix said, Launching himself at Krio again, swinging down his scythe Krio prepared to block the attack, Lightning shot itself down from on high, landing in front of Pix before he could strike, the blinding sight of it forced his eyes closed,

“ I finally found you”, the voice sang, Pix felt his weapon hit something, but it resisted him, the blade of his scythe was met with the lightning scarred black sword of Barak, who had blocked Pix’s attack, but, pix seemed unphased, as a matter of fact he seemed even more excited forcing his weight on to the scythe, he wanted to test his new opponent. Barak smirked, taking his other hand onto the back of his sword, he exerted his strength, pushing Pix off of him, Pix flew a few feet back, Landing on his feet

“ohh two on one, now it seems fair”, Pix said smiling from ear to ear,

“you sure are confident that you can beat me, let alone me fighting with someone else”, Barak responded, with a similar smile panning across his face as Pix’s,

“ of course I am, I am the man who stands directly under the Artemis’ guild master, the Ace of the Guild, I am more than a worthy opponent for you”, Pix bellowed, pointing his scythe towards Barak, he could feel the energy pouring off of him, he could see the dense but violent flow of Divine energy surrounding him, making his lust for violence grow even more,

“I can tell this is about to be a lot of fun, Ask the masked one next to you just how much people like us get a thrill from battle”, Pix exclaimed, the glow in his eyes pulsating to the beat of his breath. Barak’s eyes slowly drifted to look at his masked acquaintance, “what does he mean by that”, Barak asked, his back facing towards Krio, he let out a small sigh,

“we’re reapers, and what he means is that to us death is like a drug, a highly addictive one at that, we are humans molded by death, destruction and chaos, the three faces of Thaine is what our people call it, each reaper is born able to receive sustenance from one of those sources never all three, to us that energy is the ultimate form of pleasure, I just figured it out but he draws power from death, from the souls of the departed that use his body as a portal to go into the underworld, the afterlife as you would call it, what’s more, he is what we call a black coin, he’s blessed by Thaine himself to use the energy of the souls that pass through him to grow stronger, though I’m surprised that he’s still conscious of what he’s doing after so many people have died already”, Krio said,

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“hmm, so all those that are dead or dying are making him stronger, so what kind of energy do you feed off of”, Barak asked,

“I also become empowered due to death, but he’s like a vortex all the souls on this battlefield are drawn to him, I’m barely able to get any power”, Krio said. Barak drew in a sharp breath, Lightning began surging through his body his veins in his arms burnt blue with the surge of power, his eyes lit up the same color, Krio couldn’t believe what he was seeing once again, he knew that the outsiders that Yumi brought were strong, but at their full power, Barak’s divine energy took the shape of lightning, violently pulsing, jumping around his body erratically, even the nearby soldiers felt a cold shiver run up their spine at the amount of power that radiated off of one person. With a loud crack many bolts of lightning had flared off of Barak ripping the ground apart in their path, “let’s see if this so called black coin is able to handle the wrath of lightning”, Barak said.

Placing Both hands on his sword, he pointed the tip of it to the ground, the lightning patterned scars on the blade came alive, burning with the same vigor and color as his eyes. The ominous roar of a loud explosion was the next thing anyone heard, followed by the clashing of metal against each other, it was as if the battlefield fell silent with how loud Barak’s attacks were, each strike carried the roar of thunder, when Krio was finally able to spot them Pix was blocking Barak’s attack, only if barely, Barak had aimed his strike directly for Pix’s neck, with the only thing standing between the blade and his flesh being the handle of his scythe.

“NOW THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT”, Pix shouted out maniacally, his face beaming with pleasure, his breathing becoming heavier, and the grin across his face spreading inhumanly wide, the orange glow of his eyes were all you could see now apart from the devilish grin across his face,

“now….now...lets….not...be...hasty, I plan….on enjoying myself...to the….fullest”, he muttered, through his deep heavy breaths,

“My turn”, Pix said, tilting his Scythe in towards him, Barak’s sword slid off of the handle for the scythe, kicking Barak in his side and pushing off of him, Pix dashed off in Krio’s direction, appearing overhead he swung down on Krio, pushing him down on to one knee, Krio barely able to stop the attack with his own scythe.

“I don’t take kindly to being ignored”, Barak said, swinging his lightning coated sword right for Pix’s midsection. Pix ducked, stooping down under Barak’s attack, he extended his leg, circling around sweeping Barak’s feet from under him, springing back up into a back flip kicking Barak’s sword out of his hand and into the air, and with his momentum carrying him landing a kick to Krio, who had barely pulled his scythe next to him to block the attack, but the force from the attack sent him flying away from the other two. Barak laid there laying on the ground, the blue glow faded from his eyes and veins, he saw his sword spinning in the air as it flew up higher and further away from him, his mind flashed back to years ago, flames all around him and a familiar figure standing in front of him, he couldn't make out her face anymore, but could see her smile as bright as day, coming back to reality, he saw his sword, still, in limbo, as lightning began crackling from his hands,

Lightning Crackled, striking the ground like a fierce whip, Barak vanished from where he laid, appearing in the sky above his sword, “you really shouldn’t have done that”, he shouted out at Pix, grabbing his sword, he began to spin rapidly, faster and faster the speed of Barak increased. He released his sword directly at Pix, and as the sword left his hand, a bolt of lightning struck it from the sky causing it to race towards Pix

“SHASET: HEAVEN’S PIERCING ARROW”, Barak shouted, as the sword raced towards pix, he raised his scythe to blocked the blow, Lightning crackle and roared thunderously once more, a vast blue light radiated outwards as the sword hit it’s mark, the impact alone created a large crater, and the shock wave, sent the surrounding soldiers flying knocking out a lot of them, when the confusion and dust settled, Krio was on one knee with his scythe in front of him, he had braced himself for the impact, Barak landed on the ground, dropping on his hands and knees, his breathing labored,

“Fuck, I can barely feel my arms and legs, after channeling that much energy even if it was for that short amount of time”, Barak stated, he struggled to his feet in vain, dropping back on one knee, his eyes locked onto where pix was, The dust began to clear, Pix walked haggardly up the slope of the crater, Barak’s sword piercing the middle of chest, his white shirt ripped and stained with blood, a line of blood flowed from his mouth and down his chin,

“sorry...but...you….missed ”, Pix said, His breathing was heavy, it seemed with each breath he took he had to breath with his entire body, he gripped the handle of the black sword pulling it from his chest and throwing it on the ground to its owner, the blood draining from his chest mixing with the dirt and mud, further dying his shirt. The once brilliant glow faded from his eyes, along with the grin he wore, “It’s been a while since I had such a worthy opponent so I let myself get lost in the moment”, Pix said, pushing the deep blue locs of hair from in front of his face, he stared up at the sky, what began as a clear blue day now was a mostly covered grey sky with only patches of blue poking through, “yes, I remember now, it’s Aluric’s life I must protect at all cost, it’s the debt I owe him from all those years ago”, Pix said,

“unfortunately, I can’t afford to play with you two anymore, it’s time I put you two to sleep permanently”, Pix said.