Shadow Lord
Aris’s fist struck beneath Braze’s guard and drove hard into his ribs. The breath left him in a sharp sound as he was thrown back across the ring, boots carving jagged scars through the earth below. The armor along his side split under the force of it, as plates cracked in jagged seams from rib to hip, several fragments grinding loose before the stone softened and tried to seal itself again to no avail.
Braze caught himself low, one hand pressed to his side, fingers spread over the cold surface as the pain traveled through him in a hot, pulsating line. He coughed lightly trying to hold back a small spray of blood that passed his pale lips.
A crooked smile wormed it's way on to his features, small at first, with an almost disbelieving expression, touched mildly with pride more than mockery. His pale jade green eyes lifted through the veil of steam left between them as he shifted into a tighter guard. He was pleased… but every part of him had started to move as though this had become dangerous in a way worth respecting.
The mist gathered in slow, uneasy bands curling toward Braze’s ankles. The air pressed strangely against the ears, subtle as a change in altitude. Above them, the light thinned slowly in degrees, the sun blurred behind a wash of gray that had not been there some time before. A dampness crept between the heat and frost, carrying the faint mineral scent of coming rain on the wind.
"You can keep up now, can you~?" Braze breathed, smile sharpening as cracked stone scraped back into place along his ribs. "Then I don't have to be gentle~."
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