The Elfbone Extraction [M]

[King Axorn]

This may be a bit mediocre but I was really tired... ughhhh.

"Nope, bad idea." Axorn quipped, letting loose a jet of flame towards the crack in the side of the armored chainsaw madman's armor.

The hot flame struck home, causing Tartaros to stumble in pain, allowing Axorn to dart back up to the first floor where he resumed the mad clashing of metal as his blade repeatedly connected with Okor's.

"If you honestly think I'd need a futile and temporary thing like anger to defeat you," Axorn said calmly in between the ringing of steel. "that... is where you'd be dead wrong. Anger and hatred blind you from your opponents openings that can mean the difference between life and death. Strategy, skill, and awareness are all I need to beat you."

"And since we were on the topic of introductions, I'm Axorn Gonin, King of the Draconians on my home world of Tranquility. And the three things I mentioned earlier are what have gotten me to where I am today."

After a few more rounds of back and forth fighting between the two, blades ringing out as they clashed together again and again. Axorn jumped back right as Okor swung, using his wings to push himself away. He then planted his feet, aimed the end of his sword at Okor's irradiated bolter and fired causing it to go skittering across the room. Then, just as Okor caught up to him and swung again, he pulled his sword up in front of him, just barely blocking the corroded blade.

That was a bit too close for comfort. Axorn thought, drawing back and preparing for the next onslaught of attacks. I just hope I don't run out of energy just yet.

Okor charged again and Axorn flew up into the air but got nicked on the foot by Okor's swing causing it to bleed.

"Crap." Axorn swore, launching himself further into the air to get out of Okor's reach when Okor pulled out his incendiary and started firing, causing flame to light up the sky all over.

Axorn whipped around and got a ball of flame to the face although it didn't seem to affect him at all and returned fire with his own flame, scorching Okor's armor once again, before dive bombing, sword straight out in front, into the inferno, attempting to crack Okor's armor. He missed, and when the smoke cleared he realized Okor was but a few feet in front of him. Thus he charged, swinging his blade towards even the smallest openings in the armored one's defenses. Sometimes he found purchase, making scratches or cuts in the battle-worn armor or exposed bone, while other times he missed and was punished with a slash to the body. On and on they went, neither of them seeming to gain an advantage over the other.

This guy is tough, Axorn thought. I wonder how my friends are doing an whether or not they can help me beat this guy...