And one by one, they spring back, each time a little less fervently. There's just one foe, and to be bested again and again makes even the most enlightened demon doubt his own abilities.
Vayan is the one exception to the rule. He cares not for such things, and he is yet to be bested. Sweep after another, he parries and lunges, his blades glinting as brightly in the moonlight as his eyes. This is a fight to the death, for certain, and Vayan shall be the last one standing even if it kills him.
The sound of torn cloth, the slickness of blood on his attacker's swords, but the leonine lord simply bares his teeth in a grin. There's blood on his blades too. It would seem they are somewhat evenly matched, and of this he most delightfully approves.
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Date: 2009-02-11 11:59 am (UTC)Vayan is the one exception to the rule. He cares not for such things, and he is yet to be bested. Sweep after another, he parries and lunges, his blades glinting as brightly in the moonlight as his eyes. This is a fight to the death, for certain, and Vayan shall be the last one standing even if it kills him.
The sound of torn cloth, the slickness of blood on his attacker's swords, but the leonine lord simply bares his teeth in a grin. There's blood on his blades too. It would seem they are somewhat evenly matched, and of this he most delightfully approves.