Day-2 Victory and End

The beast stood in a daze, the muscles condensed, and his claws brought back to his body. Dropping to his knees, Mahon practically threw up.

"You are a monster," the metal mask above him looked down, his bloodied body still holding the sword.

Mahon picked himself up, a sword sliding from the ground. His arms steadying, his feet sinking into the ground. His half naked body standing in the middle of the battlefield. Bodies covering the ground.

"One more time, I'll kill you."

"Very well,"

Mahon drifted forward, his first step crashed the sword down, his body seemed to rest a centimetre off the floor as he darted forward, his sword carving and sliding through the air effortlessly, slicing into the man's armour and forcing through his guard. Cutting into his flesh.

Through the hours they parried and cut into each other, Mahon got faster and faster, his blows glaring through the moon with a golden light. His movements echoing with painful memories.

"Mahon my boy, your sword skills have become sloppy, the captain of the guard needs to do better,"

The golden halls of Babylon were brought back through every movement, his eyes bleached with tears as his brain flooded with the years of lessons from Adora, the hours of practising ancient sword skills. The grace and glory of his style, the dazzling gold that ripped through his slices and slashes. His rigid form floated through the air with the freedom he had learnt from Cel, his sword bouncing across the opponent, each movement made to break at and slash the enemies form and strength. The sword of speed and style shining a golden light through the canyon. Each step forward, carving into the immortal's.

Until finally the sword slashed into his, with a flash of the soldier's wrist it was flung from Mahon's hand and the immortal drew back his arms in a long sweeping movement, but Mahon's hand grew, the claws braking from his fingers into a spear, the hand darting through the man's chest.

"It's over,"

"I can see that… agh… you were formidable, i will take pride in having killed such a talented swordsman,"

"I will not forget you. You were a brilliant warrior." Mahon reached over to the mask to reveal his face. The small piece of metal slipping from his face to reveal the blood soaked mouth, the spluttering face floating with blood. But the edges turned into a weak smile as he looked up from his staggered position.

"You will not win this war, you have been betrayed and by tomorrow you will be surrounded, you have done well to stand in the way of the mighty Xerxes, but this is the end.''

Mahon pulled his hand from the immortal's stomach.

"We will see."