Retane Vs Jack Frost: The Nightmare (PvP)

[Retane]

Jack shook his head as he looked on at his comrade. Retane could only wonder what was going through his mind, but the namekian was just getting started. The Shadow Mist slowly began to pour from the Lythian Sigil marked on Retane's arm. It quickly took shape into the Champion of Lythia, Arith. The mist dissipated to give way to the golden armored warrior.

Arith looked back to Retane as he folded his arms, "Are you serious? This is your answer?"

"Kill him." Retane's voice was cold. It held little emotion, and even Jack's eyes went wide as he heard the words spoke.

The Champion of Lythia tensed up. Retane noted the hesitation and let out a low growl to enforce his command. Arith shook his head and folded his arms as he looked back at Jack Frost. "When the fuck did the 'great' Retane become to scared to do his own dirty work", Arith questioned.

The Leader of The Horsemen maintained his composure, though his eyes almost revealed his annoyance. He refused to speak anymore, emphasizing his command with silence. The dragon-helmed warrior glanced back at Retane once more before letting out a long sigh, conceding to the task he was commanded to do, "Sorry Jackie boy, but it seems I have to kill you. The boss has spoken, ya know?"

Jack nodded, "You don't have to do this. You and I both know you are better then that."

Arith let out a long sigh as he shook his head, "You are wrong. I am compelled to do this. It's my job."

The Golden Warrior reached for his blades and let out a low breath, "I'm sorry, but this wont be like one of our usual spars. I have to kill you, or you have to kill me."

Jack tried to protest, but Arith shook his head before the Guardian could speak and produced his twin sabers. The Champion of Lythia dashed towards his rival, slashing with one blade, and following with the other. Jack had more speed and dodged the more obvious attacks with ease, but as the onslaught continued, Arith fell into his rhythm and began his dance of fangs. The Guardian of Fun was agile and used Savior to pole vault himself over the Dragon Warrior. Arith had seen this maneuver before an expected it, shifting his body and crossing his blades to snag the hook of the Guardian's staff, in an attempt to slingshot him back to the ground.

Jack Frost was one step ahead of Arith this time, and had foreseen the action, and remembered the results of the last two attempts at the maneuver, This time Jack had put his all into the pole-vault, not hesitating or wondering if it would work with his full effort. Arith was caught off guard with the force of the technique and uncrossed his sabers too late. The failed counter flung Arith across the opening even further then Jack expected but that was only because the Lythian had released before impact.

The Champion of Lythian hit the ground hard, unable to gain control of his body in the air. He did manage to sheath his blades and brace for impact, but it helped little if any. He rolled across the cool grass in a tumble, his body banging the ground over and over till his came to a halt, looking face up. The clouds had opened up slightly and a light mist had started to fall. Arith breathed as calmly as he could, feeling the cool touch of the rain. He turned his head towards where Retane stood, arms folded as he watched things unfold. Fucking Gremlins, Arith thought.

Arith heard the squishing of Frost's feet as he came closer and turned his attention to him. The Ice Wielder seemed nearly unphased, though their was a strange look on his face. The loss of innocence had truly changed Jack Frost, even if Jack couldn't realize it. All the Golden Warrior could do was laugh, even though his breathing was ragged. The Guardian of the Horsemen stopped and looked down at his comrade turned opponent, "What's so funny?"

The Champion of Lythia shook his head as he noted that the air was cooler then usual when it rained with the Ice Wielder in the area. "I-it's s-s-so c-cold Jack..." Arith's voice was shivering and his voice was a whimper."

Jack's head tilted downward towards the ground, almost understanding what he had done. If there was a tear in his eye, it was masked.

Arith took in a long raspy breath, and coughed, "Tell me something Jack..."

"W-what is it?" Jack started to kneel down towards the Golden Warrior.

"Will your heart go on?" The Lythian' voice was weaker then.
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"What?" Jack asked almost confused.

"Sing it to me Jack. Sing to me that you heart will go on..." Arith's voice had returned to normal.

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