Screams. Raging screams.
The sounds of a feirce battle in the sunset can be heard for miles. In a clearing, a large ring of fire circles around two figures. The flames twist and turn around each other, resembling two winged creatures fighting.
Nirvianae hits the ground, cloak in flames. He quickly rolls over to dogde an incoming heel to his face then stands up and throws off his cloak in one fluid motion.
He faces his opponent and incants, "Li atriea dae Skalles!" [Spell Blast, Fire] sending a fireball towards them. His enemy ducks and dashes forward to attack. Nirvianae quickly steps forward and sends a jab to his opponents face. His reaction speed is amazing, but his opponents is better as Nirvianae's hand meets their forehead. Nirvianae screams and stumbles back. His hand is throbbing in pain, broken. He makes the mistake of looking down at his hand to assess the damage. His opponent sends a shock of lightning towards him, striking him in the chest. He falls to the ground on his hands and knees. He covers his mouth as he coughs; Something wet hits his hands. He looks down in shock.
"Blood? Am I going to die here? I haven't even so much as scratched them yet."
The sound of slow footsteps interrupts his thoughts. His enemy moves closer. Without thinking, Nirvianae quickly looks up and tries to throw a spell. He was too slow. His oppenent dashes forward and grabs his throat. Another cough of blood emerges from his mouth.
"Hello Bird. Having trouble flying?" His opponent snears at him then squeezes tighter. "My name is Raktilvenaesiix. It is very nice to meet you. I appreciate the work on that cave you have started over there. It saves me the trouble of finding or making a new home. Most would have the pleasure of tributing such a delight. But you... You instead will die by my hand. Any last words?"
Nirvianae tries to curse at his opponent, but only wheezing and more blood comes out. "I didn't think so. Goodbye, Bird."
And with those final words, Raktilvenaesiix kills Nirvianae. He stands up, victorious over the Ixifar. He looks down at his hand and sees the blood of his foe. Bringing it up to his nose, he sniffs the blood then licks some off of his hand. He starts to laugh; Slowly at first, then building until finally he screams a war cry into the sky. As he does, the ring of fire jumps above his head and forms into a dragon. At the conclusion of his scream, the flame dragon wisps away into nothingness.