Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151005194811/@comment-5543592-20151022003714

Pierre rolled shoulder over shoulder, until ending up on his stomach.

They were in some other part of the cave, a chamber of shorts, clearly an old Nordic ruin. Several bandits had taken up host in here, probably Aias' own, and frozne as the two spawn of Destruction came in.

Pierre shoved to his feet quickly, and rose, reaching for Pokeblade, but Aias was already there. He seized Pierre's arm just as he had gotten his hand to the hilt of his weapon, and then punched the broken across the face. There was the sound of teeth cracking and Pierre's head snapped to the side, blood and spittle flying from his mouth. This only made him fiercer, and even as he stumbled away, his move formed into a grimace, blood leaking out from the corners of it. Now he managed to draw Pokeblade, and faced off against Aias, who still hadn't even bothered to bring out a weapon. Pierre came at Aias swing, landing a slash on the Bosmer's arm, and second on his thigh sequencially. As blood pooled in the Bosmer' wounds, Pierre thought he'd never felt more satisfied.

Aias faltered for a only moment, stooping slightly as he registered the wounds, before coming back at Pierre in full force. Pierre swung for the elf's neck, but Aias dropped his head and shoulders underneath the swing, coming back up and smashing his elbow into the Breton's temple. Pierre cried out in rage and agony and stumbled away again, clutching his head. Aias surged forward and stomped down on Pierre's knee. There was a crack, as some tendon or bone snapped underneath, and Pierre fell to hands and knees. Aias kicked him in the stomach, and Pierre back away, half-crawling half-dragging himself, gasping in pain.

Pierre managed to gain some ground, but only because the Bosmer let him, the latter leisurely walking after his brother. Pierre shoved himself to his feet off of some low lying wall in the ruin, and gripped Pokeblade in both hands now. He took heavy breaths, seething, before coming at Aias again. It was almost a game for the Bosmer. He leaned back to avoid Pierre's close-ranged slash, before uppercutting the Breton in the jaw. He reeled backwards, his face kicking towards the sky, just as Aias punched down with the same fist, connecting with Pierre's already injured knee. Pierre hunched over, gripping at his knee, and Aias booted the Breton in the chest, sending him flying across the floor. Where he landed on his back. Pokeblade fell from his hand, and slid across the stone a short distance away from Pierre.

Aias advanced on the Breton slowly, taking his time, and Pierre raised his hand, blasting a spout of fire into Aias' face.

The flames simply washed over Aias. He didn't even flinch.

"Destruction and immolation are powerful agents to the winnowed.  But we are mighty, aren't we, Pierre?  Sons of Mehrunes Dagon." Aias drew out the name of their father, insinuating it's importance.

Pierre had launched to his feet, ignoring the crippling pain that shot up his leg, and came at Aias with all he had- which wasn't much at this point. Aias dodged a jab, a hook, and then second jab, before planting his own much more powerful punch in Pierre's gut. The Bosmer had cloaked his fist in flame just before it connected, melting and denting the armor on it's path to Pierre's stomach. Pierre lurched over at this and Aias seized him back the back of his armor before lifting the Breton off the ground between his two arms, applying pressure to his brother's stomach and spine, so that Pierre struggled to breath.

"And you rejected us."

Pierre made a gurgling noise, trying to speak, before finally managing. "Just because I don't follow our fucked up father's little cult doesn't make me wrong."

Aias paused, before driving a fist into Pierre's throat, and then throwing the Breton to the ground.

"I am the son of Mehrunes Dagon." He spread his arms wide as Pierre climbed back to his feet. There was, some how, still some fight in him. "And I am here to fufill our father's destiny!"

He charged Aias feinting for a tackle, but instead struck out with his foot, connecting with the Bosmer's groin, and then spun with acrobatic skin, striking a second kick across Aias' face. Pierre lunged forward, still gaining momentum, and landed two crosses on each side of Aias' face, before the Bosmer suddenly started towards Pierre, and swept his leg out, knocking Pierre off his feet and onto his back.

Aias sighed, not even sounding the least bit exhausted. "Ah, you fight like a young man, with nothing held back." He turned away, shuffling back through the ruin, the eyes of the bandits on him. "Admirable... but misguided."

Aias turned around to see Pierre on one knee, hands wreathed in flame. He pointed them towards himself, and then ran them down his body, easily cloaking himself in fire. He then spread them out, and swung his arms around in a wide arc, making a ring of fire around the two of them.

Aias smiled in amusement. "Oh... you think fire is your ally?  You've merely adopted the fire.  I was borne in it, molded by it, I didn't see the sun until I was but a man, and by then it was nothing to me but-" Pierre had taken that moment to charge, streaks of fire trailing behind him. Aias simply waved his hand, and Pierre's flames disappated. This caused Pierre to come to an abrupt halt in confusion, looking down at his now extinguished form, giving Aias the opportunity to come forth and seize Pierre around the throat, "pathetic." He finished, Pierre's neck locked in a tight grip. Pierre struggled, groping at Aias' wrist, but the Bosmer looked apathetically at him, before forcing Pierre to move, causing the room to spin for the Breton, and then punching Pierre hard in the chest. The Breton landing hard on his back, cracking his head against the ground.

"The flames betray you because they belong to me." Aias growled as he straddled his brother's chest, raining blow after blow down on Pierre's face. Pierre's head snapped side to side as he recieved the punches, in position to retaliate. His face was already turning red and swelling underneath each fist, but Aias eventually stopped.

Aias rose, after Pierre had stopped breathing and moved through the room. "I will show you where I've made my home, whilst preparing to bring destruction... then I will break you."

He waved his hand in a simple gesture and across the room, within Pierre's vision, bandits began breaking down a weak brick wall with sledgehammers. Behind it, sat an Atronach Forge, from some forlorn, forgotten Era.

"Our gateway to Oblivion- father's precious armory.  We will need it."

Pierre drew in breath, wet, sucking heaves, and slowly found the strength to stand.

Aias looked amused once more. "Ah, yes, I wondered what would break first."

Pierre came at Aias, his arms cloaking flames. Pokeblade rested at Aias' fet

"Your spirit-"  Pierre swung twice, once with each arm, and missed twice.

"Or your body!"

Aias shoved him away with the palm of his hand. Both their attentions was draw to the weapon at the Bosmer's feet. Pierre threw himself forwards, taking unstable, quick steps. Just as Pierre bent down to reach it, Aias used the toe of his boot to kick the sword up into his hand- and buried it in Pierre's stomach, through the fist-shaped gap he had made early.

Pierre teetered, and then collapsed onto his back, the wind going out of him.

Aias regarded him for a moment, before pulling Pokeblade free from his brother's stomach, and not gently. Pierre let out a sickening noise of pain. Aias took the sword, one hand at it's unique haft, the other at it's hilt, and snapped it in half like a twig. He dropped the shattered weapon to the ground, and walked away, leaving Pierre to bleed out in the darkened ruin.