Zyta vs. Roderick

[Doc]

MUSIC: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_aETI...eature=related

"You have raised your sword against the Holy Gudbrandian Empire in an act of terrorism." The massive black knight spoke, his crimson and ebon cape billowing about upon the powerful breeze that swept through the now ruined village. The dead lay piled high in the streets and fields, homes sat ransacked and broken with no light nor life emanating from within as a result of the Imperial Knights that entered each building, rounding up all who dwelt within and forcing them out into the main road.

"Terrorism?! We're just defending our homes!" bellowed a wounded man from where he sat upon his knees, wrists fastened securely behind his back via a strong rope that blistered his already torn flesh, "What gives you the right to just take whatever you see? You can't have the whole world, Gudbrandian pig!"

In an instant the man was silenced, his head severed from his body by an armor clad officer standing to his right. The black knight in command continued on unfazed, not sparing so much as a glance to the newest corpse.

"You were given ample time to expel all heretics, pagans, and rebels from your village. You failed, and the consequences have been dealt." he continued, his voice hollow, deep, ominous, and booming, its timbre one of undeniable power.

"All those willing to be converted to the Holy Gudbrandian Church shall be welcomed with open arms." he spoke evenly while raising a gauntlet clad fist, the Imperial Guard surrounding him moving forward in a line to the first row of conquered citizens that kneeled in the street, "If you desire to partake in the bountiful wonders of the God King Bhaal, speak now, and you shall be granted everlasting life and eternal splendor."

Silence hung on the air, the tension both thick and palpable enough to suffocate a man. After several moments, the Black Knight spoke again.

"So be it. Join your heathen Gods in the void."

Screams and shrieks rang out into the air as his fist fell, the Imperial Soldiers occupying the settlement beginning the mass execution. Men, women, and children were dealt cold steel one by one as the systematic extermination claimed the village, Imperial Knights moving to the surrounding structures and lighting them ablaze.

"My Lord Roderick," one of the more decorated soldiers spoke from the Black Knight's left, falling to a knee and pressing a fist against his chest while bowing his helm, "I bring word from his holiness the Arch Bishop."

"Captain Diomedes," the Black Knight spoke, another officer standing at attention, "You shall oversee the rest of the cleansing. Leave no man, woman, or child who can carry a sword."

"My liege." The Captain bowed, pivoting on his heel and moving to fulfill his orders. The Black Knight regarded the still kneeling messenger for another moment before beginning to walk towards the entrance to the village.

MUSIC: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZAPZx...eature=related

"Arise. What message does his righteousness send?"

"Yes, my lord." the messenger nodded, pushing himself up onto his feet and falling into stride with the black clad knight, "His holiness wishes to inform you of a modification to your original order. You are hereby instructed to see to the extermination of all remaining rebels in the entire area before moving on to Castle Figaro."

"Am I to allow conversion?" Lord Roderick questioned coolly, his gaze remaining ahead on the horizon to where they would soon be marching.

"His holiness has decreed this territory a haven of sin and villainy, and as such it is beyond salvation. Those who dwell within the region are heretics and are to be purged by righteous fire."

"I am his will, may it manifest."

"Excellent. I shall leave you to your work, my Lord." the messenger bowed before stepping backwards and disappearing into the smoke and flame that had enveloped the village behind them. The Black Knight remained in place, the setting sun burning red in the East. Its crimson hue foretold the carnage that laid ahead.

[Zyta]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zkTZCVkRY8c

“Don’t. Touch. Me,” spoke the assassin, breathing every word with a malicious intent provoking murder. His right hand was around the neck of one of the knights, the rest of his squad was behind the strangled, looking with on, their faces contorted with fear as Zyta hefted the full grown man off of his feet as though he were weightless, armor and all and brought him close to Zyta’s face. He felt bones crush under the strength of his fingers; blood was curdling to the surface and trickling down the knight’s chin. With one final act, Zyta put forth his full strength into crushing the knight’s neck; the skin broke asunder, bones and muscles were left in the open as nerves dangled from the open wound. Zyta threw the careless knight to the side and continued walking forward. As Zyta walked past the remaining squad knights, they took their stance, weapons drawn at Zyta.

Zyta paused. His head down and somewhat to the side, he looked back at the knights. Both of Zyta’s hands were free, loose, hanging at his side without a care in the world, though his right hand was drenched in fresh blood. “Oh? You still refuse to leave me alone?”

Seconds later, the squad was in pieces on the ground, Zyta with his back on them. In both hands were curved blades of equal length and design made for duel wielding. Four more blades hung at his waist, another was tied to his back. At length, Zyta breathed out and returned his weapons to his side after a quick wiping down, took out a book and pen and wrote down the number five with a question mark next to the five before closing it and walking off.

Before long, Zyta came across more squads of knights, including their leader whom Zyta recognized on sight as the target of his contract. He stood in plain view amid a barrage of fallen bodies, the innocent. He would be spotted, if not now, then in the next few seconds.

[Doc]

The sound of snapping bones and muffled cries sounded behind Lord Roderick, causing him to turn in interest as to the source of the commotion. The noises were far too audible to have emanated from within the village, proposing that perhaps another assassination attempt on his life had taken place. He could not deny the sense of surprise that grasped him for a moment upon seeing the bodies of his elite laying upon the ground, a man wielding dual blades standing amidst the carnage.

Indeed. No mere rebel. An assassin of high caliber.

They managed to make for interesting sport.

"You have committed an act of murder against Imperial Officers bearing the Divine Insignia of the Holy Gudbrandian Empire." The Black Knight stated almost uncaringly, his great form now turned entirely to face his challenger. His cape billowed once more upon a wind that smelled of blood.

"How do you plead?"

[Zyta]

“You sure like to feel in control, don’t you? Can’t live without it,” said Zyta with mock aspirations to start a conversation, nothing more than to heat his target up. The demigod took a step forward, then another, and another. “Call off your hounds—” Zyta indicated each standing knights with a flicker of his wrist “—unless you wish for them to die, without hope to win. A pointless death that I rather wish to avoid. After all, my target is none other than yourself, Sire.”

Zyta watched the bigger man than himself carefully. For days that stretched into weeks Zyta followed him around from a distance of close to a mile away. It was a task that was impossible for anyone who couldn’t sense the life-force of others to such an acute location. Other times he stole bits of conversations from him, all for this moment.

[Doc]

"Control."

MUSIC: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4rcxKS3GO2U

The Black Knight raised a hand, raw power emanating from it as he balled it tightly into a fist, holding it out before his face as streaks of lightning coursed along the length of his arm.

"Indeed, I cannot." Lord Roderick spoke, allowing his hand to fall to his side casually. So much power was stored within that one arm that as it fell it sent forth a wave of wind, the dirt about the Black Knight's feet kicking up into a swirling vortex, grass and stone ripped up from the Earth.

"Without control, people are dogs. Animals. Beasts. A world without control is a world without order, chaos and anarchy instead holding dominion. Such a world is desolate and bleak, a place with no future but the grave." Roderick continued, his armor clanking as he moved forward as well, "But behold!"

He stopped suddenly, throwing out an arm that sent his cape billowing back behind him upon the air, wailing about furiously from where it was firmly fastened about his neck. The air about the Black Knight show upwards into the sky, the ground beneath his feet splintering as massive cracks appeared.

"By the grace of Bhaal, God King and Sovereign, order has been imposed upon a world bereft of morality. Rejoice! The darkness has been banished, the salvation of the planet is at hand!"

The wind settled, his cape falling against his back and dancing softly about his feet.

"Fear not, you shall suffer no more distractions." Roderick told Zyta coolly, pausing, "Though if commanded any Knight of the Seraphim would revel in casting aside life for God and country."

"MY LORD!" The cry rang out, the surrounding soldiers standing at full attention and jutting out their armor clad chests. Each balled a fist against their heart in a salute, their heads held high.

[Zyta]

“Dogs,” said Zyta shaking his head with laughter while clapping his hands in admiration. “Beautiful, you have them obeying your word over their god. Wonderful.” Second by second Zyta’s clapping grew louder, his hands smacking each other with more than a simple joking manner. Suddenly the clapping ceased.. Zyta stared at Roderick’s show of power with indifference. “Or is it something more…? Far more at play here? Boy-who-would-be-god.”

He held back saying that he could do the same, but differently. His power, instead of wasting the energy shaping the raw power into a physical something, went passed that and drove power directly as it was, under his direction. He found the results empowering, if less flashy.

“Any last prayers? Boy-who-would-be-god?”

[Doc]

"Perceptive." Lord Roderick murmured, his voice feigning the tone of a man that was impressed, "But when a man speaks like that I must cut out his tongue."

The Black Knight held his massive blade in one hand, extended with the tip pointing directly at Zyta.

"Have at you."

[Zyta]

Time to see whether you deserve the Double S Rank bounty or not.

Zyta drew a sword from the bundle at his side; a simple straight-edged broadsword with no defining designs or other outward appearance to set it apart from others. Only its weight, roughly the amount of a full grown man, was different, but which Zyta controlled as though it was weightless. Zyta charged forward.

His movements flickering like an afterimage, the sword he held was flashing.

At the same moment an explosion resounded throughout the city. Waves of dust billowed upward in red and black streaks, the sound from the explosion traveling far in all directions. From out of the dust a building toppled, crumbling from under its weight dislodged by Zyta’s explosion. The building fell towards Roderick.

Seconds later Zyta appeared before Roderick, instants before the debris. The point of his sword was lunging forward with lethal intent.

[Doc]

Roderick's remained rooted in place as he gazed upwards at the building that toppled in his direction, threatening to crush him beneath its great weight. His cape billowed back, flailing wildly from where it was fastened about his neck as he raised his unarmed hand, the arm extended and the armored knuckles of his gauntlet facing the oncoming rubble.

His hand suddenly opened, a blast of wind flying forth from his palm and into the building that now loomed overhead, tearing through it and hurling away any debris that would have fallen upon him. Instead it crashed down upon the ground that surrounded the Black Knight while he remained completely unscathed and unmoving, catching Zyta's blade with his own sword and holding it in place. Sparks emitted from the friction between the two weapons, both of which had become frozen in place.

"My turn."

MUSIC: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eyoR-...eature=related

The Black Knight balled his free hand into a fist once again, the arm trembling with power as streams of lightning suddenly coursed through it, arching over his knuckles as he slashed with it in Zyta's direction, the miniature storm ripping out at his opponent.

[Zyta]

Zyta’s reactions were flawless; he was a counter-striker that played on the mistakes of his opponents than to rush the progress of the fight. It’s not that he didn’t know how to rush the fight, he often forced the flow of the fight upon the opponent when he was in command, for then the tide of the battle turned in his favor. In the beginning, Zyta always deftly avoided attacks, studying his enemy, prying for open spots, seeking past wounds from which to gain an upper hand upon; the use of speed was essential, and the demigod was second to none.

Zyta held back his strength, gauging Roderick’s power as the two blades fought for dominance. Zyta held his with both hands whilst Roderick held his with only one; Zyta smirked, admiring his opponent’s daft personality even as he was being attacked.

Then Roderick’s free hand gathering magic energy, the convergence of energy turning the very air into lightning, cackling, smiting, burning flickering gashes of light into whomever seen the lightning. But, as with all electrical attacks, lightning especially had a fatal mistake. Instantly Zyta spun his broadsword in mid-air, the flow of lightning sought out the metal like a moth to a flame. Zyta could no longer touch his broadsword, but he hardly cared, already passing by the weapon and entering Roderick’s close combat where weapons were useless inside a person’s arm length.

Zyta loved fighting men, and sometimes woman, in armor, especially the thicker, more durable armor. Zyta begun unloading punches against Roderick’s armor. His punches were powerful, but unlike a usual punch designed to inflict damage on the surface and surrounding area of contact, the demigod was using the principle behind the one-inch punch technique where the strength of the blow was expanding outward like a meteor crash, the resulting energy rebounding in all direction from the center. It usually had less immediate results, sometimes only damaging the inside of one’s body, but when used against armor, the armor itself would have like a tuning fork, the punches vibrations rattling louder and louder causing untold damage to the one inside the armor.

Example of what Zyta is doing: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-zczJXSxnw&feature=fvw