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The Forsaken Throwdown

Rhalen walks to a large open area by the lake.

Asmodean is there waiting for him wearing a suit of black armor.

Neither of them look happy.

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Rhalen shakes his head.

"I can't do that, Joar."

He paused.

"There are people here that I have to protect."

His eyes fill with Saidin.

Asmodean snarled. Fire blazed around him as he hurled a spear of air at Rhalen.

White light shimmered around Rhalen as he quickly wove an elaborate weave to deflect the spear.

With a flick of his wrist, Rhalen knocks the spear flying, and then thrusts his hand forward, firing a massive bolt of lightning that had been hidden the the elaborate counter-weave.

A look of shock fills Asmodean's face. Then the lightning bolt hits him square in the chest.

Flying backwards, the bard skips once and then slides to a stop in the dirt.

Rhalen calls out to him.

"This is madness, Joar. Stop this right now!"

Asmodean slowly rises to his feet. His armor has a massive blast mark on the chest. He snarled at Rhalen.

"No quarter."

The fire of Saidin blazed around Asmodean as he hurled spiralling beams of fire at Rhalen.

The light blazing around Rhalen intensified as he drew more Saidin.

Throwing up a shield, he quickly staunched the beams.

Asmodean's face tenses as He hurls another volley of fireballs at Rhalen.

As well as sending a thread of air to hook his ankle.

Rhalen throws the shield at the fireballs, snuffing them.

Too busy preparing a counterattack, Rhalen failed to notice the thread of air, and his feet are swept out from under him.

As soon as he sees Rhalen begin to fall, Asmodean launches a volley of lightning bolts.

He paused waiting for the smoke to clear.

A flash of scarlet, off to one side of the fighters, as Peach flies down and lands in the tree nearest the battle.

"Fucking hell - shit, I wasn't ready for it this soon-"

And Peach is off again. She zips by very close behind Asmodean, close enough to for only him to hear her mutter "Good luck, tiger. The One go with you."

And she zooms off into the bar (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/5200547.html).

Asmodean turns towards the parrot in surprise.

Big. Mistake.

From his hands and knees, a bloodied, and burned Rhalen throws a massive shockwave of air along the ground.

Asmodean sees the wave too late, and only has time to turn sideways.

The bard is slammed into the ground. Pain fills his eyes as he attempts to get up.

He knows his right leg is broken.

Rhalen walks towards Joar, but he doesn't let go of Saidin. His robe is stained. He has a rather nasty burn on the side of his formerly-beautiful face.

"...Joar. This is foolish. Stop it."

He paused.

"I can help you."

From his place kneeling in the dirt, Asmodean spits blood. He snarls defiance.

"No quarter."

He sends a lance of air at Rhalen.

Rhalen quickly deflects the lance. He shakes his head.

"...Does it really have to be like this?"

He reaches out at Asmodean's mind in an attempt to wipe his memory of the events of the last evening.

Asmodean fought the mental invasion the best he could, but he was too strong, and Asmodean was too exhausted and pained to do so completely.

He knew that he had to do this, but was not exactly sure why. Again, he snarled defiance at Rhalen.

"...Betrayer..."

Rhalen's face stiffened.

"...If it's going to be like that."

A plume of black fire shot up around Rhalen as a blizzard of black flecks filled his eyes. A crimson smoke billowed around Rhalen.

Asmodean grimaced at the display of the True Power.

Just like at Paaran Disen, he didn't have to make it too much further.

Rhalen held out his hand, and jets of black fire flew from his fingertips.

Instead of burning him, the black fire of the True Power blasted him with pain beyond anything the bard had every experienced. His body felt like it was burning from the inside out.

He howled in pain, his mind on the verge of blacking out.

A look of sadistic pleasure twisted Rhalen's face.

The black fire from his fingertips ceased.

Rhalen walked closer to Asmodean's shuddering form, then he stretched his hand out and fired a blast of black energy at Asmodean point blank.

Asmodean's body shuddered, and lay limp.

Smiling evilly, Rhalen fired another blast.

Then another, and another.

Overtaken by a sadistic fury, Rhalen continued to pummel Asmodean's unconscious form.

Asmodean's heart stopped beating.

Rhalen gave an evil laugh.

He paused, and considered for a moment.

Suddenly, Rhalen realized how much of the True Power he had been using. Snarling, he spit at Asmodean's prone form.

Black fire blazes around Rhalen, and he sinks into the flames. His presence leaving the bar.

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