And a pale Man entered, and with Him all Hell followed(open)

[Valirion Thorn]

:: Valirion stepped out into the middle of the area. How enticing this place felt. The blood spilt here could almost be tasted. Alana had said this was a place to spar. A place to him that made him feel even more like he belonged here. His armor was off now, the organic mold had become bothersome during his stay here so he had placed it with his other things and only carried around his sword for protection. His sword was much like himself. It liked to see people in torment and liked to cause as much pain as dearly possible. The wickedly forged thorns on the blade made sure that any soul that this sword wasthrusted into would be sure to be slowly ripped out bit by bit. He wanted to see the strength of the vampyres. He knew they were great but then he wanted to play a game. He was bored and his sword had stayed clean for too long now.::

[Vampyre Dalamar]

Dalamar walked in removing his dusty black cloak. throwing it on the arena grill he walked toward's the newcomer. "Well it's not fair fighting one not even turned but I have time to kill so to speak." Clicking his boot blade on Dalamar let out a laugh. Well what are you waiting for? Valirion noticed that he didn't even pull his blade but just stood there in a fighting stance with his gauntlet facing Thorn.

[Valirion Thorn]

There will always be time to kill.

:: Valrion drew up his large two handed sword, watching as the vampyre only lifted a single gauntlet facing Valirion. Was he trying to prove something? Valrion hoped not because he already knew Vampyres had a great advantage over him but he would most definitly give it a try. He charged towards his opponent and brought in a powerful slash at Dalamar. As he swung, the smell of the blood, the smell of the rot and decay around him, seemed to increase Valirion's zeal and make him faster and stronger. But he seemed to lose himself in the moment and forget where he was as he attacked. But that didn't matter to him, in his mind, he was swinging at a vampyre in a room. A room where blood was what the walls were mad from, bricks of dried blood. And the dirt and dust were bones and bodies that had broken down. Valirion attacked on, oblivious to anything now but his own twisted delusions and the opponent before him.::

[Vampyre Dalamar]

Dalamar watched as the man seemed to move in slow motion towards him. Using the gauntlet he deflected the blade to the left causing the man to fly even further forward. Spinning in a full circle he then hit Valerion in the back of the head with the very same gauntlet. Black blood formed on his skull Dalamar licked his lips and smiled. Try a little harder to be a challenge please. As his momentum carried him he crashed to the ground with a thud. Rolling quickly he was up again in a fighting stance. Dalamar raised an eyebrow slightly impressed.

[Valirion Thorn]

:: Valirion wished he could taste what his own blood tasted like at the moment. But he had to focus, he stood up and shook his head letting the loose blood in his hair splatter across the floor. The vampyre had just given Thorn an example of their strength. Valirion did not believe himself to be great yet but he didn't believe he was weak either. He advanced this time slower, not wanting to repeat the same thing as before. He leveled his sword at the man and lunged, blade first.::

[Vampyre Dalamar]

Having been a Warlord long before he was changed into a vampyre made this of little interest for the Vampyre. Humming a little tune while they dueled, Dalamar met the man in the middle. The Walord grabbed the tip with his gauntlet its sharp edge grating against the steel fingers of his glove.

The Warlord restrained himself he didnt punch his fist through Valerion's heart, He didn't kick his throat open with his boot knife, nor did he rip his neck open with his teeth. Instead he asked a question.

"This is a deadly game you play, combat with a vampyre. Why do you so eagerly seek your own death?" Perhaps you think I will turn you out of pity? The others would have killed you by now and left your corpse for the Negari to consume. So why should I prolong you foolish life?

[Shrine Guardians]

Three of the souless Negari entered the room. Boot soldiers of the shrine consumer's of flesh. They alway's wandered around the crimson pit in the hope's of being fed.

[Valirion Thorn]

:: Thorn grimaced at Dalamar. Unfortaunately, he hadn't come here to become a vamire from this fight, but if that was what he believed... Either way worked for him. The new creatures that appeared didn't phase him a bit. Thorn examined the gauntlet that held the sword by the point. His sword, his beautiful sword, sang to him for a moment, it's voice carrying to his ears, calling for him to shed more blood. But there was none here, none to feed the edge of the blade with. It seemed to drive Valirion crazy the way his sword seemed to continue. Valirion eventually got angry at his sowrd and yelled.::

Silence!

:: The sword seemed to grow and twist as more spike grew on the blade. Sparks flew as the spikes twisted the blade out of the gauntlet's hold. The sword flew back and Thorn took the chance to kick out at the Vampyre. The sword had reverted back to it's normal figure before he brought the sword around to slash with it. Bioenhanced weapons were at often times very random and seemed to attach to the users personality. Valirion believed this sword to not have anything to share with him but his own hunger for blood.::

[Vampyre Dalamar]

Dalamar accepted the kick with a grunt. The Warlord then ran forward with the steel guantlet. Pushing an open palmed attack against Valirion's chest. Valirion went flying into the nearest wall. He dropped he sword upon impact. The Warlord called it to him but grabbed it with his steel glove. "This is a dangerous toy one I will relieve you of. "That is unless you wish to continue the night's entertainment." The Warlord smiled showing a very sharp canine.

[Valirion Thorn]

:: Valirion could've just gone berserk right there, his skin crawled and his armor was shifting like water underneath his skin. His sword screamed inside his head to be free of this stranger's grasp! The steel... Thorn could feel it in his in his palm, the sword was making him feel what it felt. Valirion clenched his hand and watched as the sword seemed to slither in Dalamar's hand.::
That would be no toy Master Vampyre...
:: Val slowly started to get up. The sword seemed to reach towards Valirion and to the sky, anything to get out of the grasp. Thorn smiled.::
I would not have this night hindered just because my sword was foolish enough to leave me. I will continue. Valirion lifted his arms and crossed them before Dalamar, blood seemed to flow openly out of Thorn's fingertips as his armor seeped from beneath his skin. What a delictable feeling, within moments the sword was openly screaming inside Val's mind as the armor gave a silent yawn, it had been awaken and the little blood was now splattered on the floor. Thorn's armor had now fully encased his body in it, leaving only his haed uncovered. Valirion stood before Dalamar and lifted a hand. The sword screamed to Dalamar before becoming a pillar in his hand, spikes jutting forth as far as they could.::

[Vampyre Dalamar]

Plunging the sharp end of the sword into the ground while it was changing shape Dalamar got rid of it quickly. "You want to play games." Dalamar hit Valirion in the face with the steel gauntlet. His face a bloody mess he backed away from the graceful Warlord. Touching a stud on his gauntlet it was now activated.

[Valirion Thorn]

But isn't that what life is? Blood, war and games?

:: Valirion spit the blood out of his mouth, he savored the taste but knew it did him no good to choke onhis own blood right now, how glad he would be to be able to swallow that like water. He walked forward as Dlamar touched his gauntlet. The pillar of spikes writhed back into the shape of a sword before returning to its owner. The handle grooved into Thorn's hand, it was glad to be back in it's master's hands. Thorn had no idea what Dalamar had done but then again, what else didn't he know about this game? The armor slowly creeped over Val's face until it covered him completely, the blood from his nose and mouth were put into the armor which would put it back in his body later, recycled and clean. That wouldn't be necessary once he became a vampyre himself. He grinned beneath his helmet and the eyes of the helmet seemed to glare at Dalamar. The armor was more worried about what the gauntlet could do now after being activated. Val thought that it was just being a worrisome fool and to figure it out along the way. You learn the tip of a sword bites like a fang when you touch it don't you? Valirion quickly leaped towards Dalamar, the armor's precision modifications made Thorn move like water as he approached with his sword ready to fight.::

[Vampyre Dalamar]

He moved fast for a human but to Dalamar's vampyre eye's he moved in slow motion. Clicking on his hidden boot blade Dalamar spun a 360 with a kick to the head. The helmet on the armor went flying along with the body of Valirion. The helmet somehow connected with the rest of the armor turned to liquid. Activating the gauntlet it shot out a slender line around Valirion's neck.

Dalamar pulled the line tight and blood instantly formed in Valirion's eye's from the pressure. The Warlord smiled, he was dying. He dropped to his knee's before Dalamar. Clutching at the unbreakable steel cable. "Do you still wish to play this game or shall we stop." But I must warn you if we carry on I will take your head for a trophy"

[Valirion Thorn]

:: Valirion's world spun as the armor recalibrated with it's enviroment, the kick had been so strong... what was left for him to do now? The sword was some feet away and the cord around his neck was ever tight. Valirion wanted to fight more, not be finished so quickly! His rage developed more and the armor became tired of this captivity. Dalamar had offered to end it or lose his head. Thorn had to consede, he did not take Dalamar to be one to go back on his word, he prepared to withdraw the helmet and speak. On one knee, his eye's blood shot, he rasped for what words he could make.::

I concede Warlord Dalamar... T'was a honor to fight you...

:: Thorn was glad to have gotten out those few words that he could, the armor was trying to slowly push the cord off by bulging at his neck but it only pushed more against Val's throat.::

[Vampyre Dalamar]

"Well said" spoke the Dark Lord. Releasing Thorn Dalamar walked out without even looking back.

" Alana will see you now " he said with a smirk." Pray she's as easy on you as I was. "