Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20141209100202/@comment-32663439-20141209120255

Thel pressed a button on his axe, and the blades extended and lengthened to block more. The psionic blades forced Zuka backed a couple inches, but did not damage him. He retracted the axe back to its usual size, and prepared to attack.

"Who is Faal Vadam?! Do not mock my intelligence!" Zuka barked. He began to circle Thel, his axe glowing, his mandibles snapping, his armor clanking. He eyed Thel for a moment. "You are not Faal Vadam. You are the son of Faal Vadam, the Great Saviour, and enemy to the Arch-Demon Zumamee. You are no slimy, weak, flismy, useless Tsaesci. You are a Sangheili, born of Tamriel 10,000 years ago, while Faal Vadam hid from me. Your father, the coward that he was, left his burdens on his infant child. You wear his armor and wield his blade now. But you will fall, just as your father did. Just as your father failed to avenge his family's death, you will fail to live to see the whole of it."

The Demon swung his axe at Thel, and the axe's reach was farther than expected. It swung right for Thel's midsection.