Bloodlord

(A/N: I really liked making these fights but man it was hard to not make them too long but still satisfying. Since sword/magic fights can really go either way I wanted to make sure you understood that these are death knights. They are incredibly strong overall. Even Kieran could fucking merk Bolvar like a bitch.

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Enjoy <3 )

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I ignore the gazes as I gesture for the two to continue. Kieran pulls out a large two-handed machete that looks like a smaller version of Iza's. Thorval pulls out a blood-red claymore with a small grin hidden a bit by his thick mustache.

Kieran holds the machete with the head resting on the ground uncaring. His gaunt face begins to become fuller and healthier looking as blood circulates in his body. Darion stands close to the edge on my right looking down on them.

He raises an arm "Ready your weapon… BEGIN!"

Kieran steps forward reaching behind his head grabbing the hilt of the machete. With a yank, the machete came over his head flat side coming down on Thorval. He quickly sidesteps it as blood begins to bubble from the ground like a tar pit.

A green magic shell covers Kieran as he grips the machete hard and spins towards Thorval with a horizontal slash.

*BANG*

Thorval blocks the strike holding his greatsword like a shield but it still knocks him sliding for a few feet. He quickly recovers and waves a hand towards Kieran, a spray of blood releases from his hand splattering blood over Kieran's face.

"AH." The blood begins to boil as Kieran falls back clearing his face. Once he clears it he looks up at Thorval with an annoyed look.

Blood drips from his hand coating the giant machete as Thorval waves a hand and the entire arena floor is covered with boiling blood on the floor. Kieran's face shows annoyance as the boiling blood and decay at his feet begin to turn black from pestilence's influence.

Once again Kieran steps in front of the machete grabbing it from over his head. He leans forward and launches himself towards Thorval spinning in a tight motion to increase the power of his cut.

*BOOM*

Thorval narrowly dodges it jumping backward, but the spin causes the blood-soaked sword to splatter him in black blood. He glares at the hole in the floor where he once stood as he tried to quickly get the blood off.

"Too late." Kieran's voice echoes out as the dust clears revealing him standing up with an outstretched hand.

Small cuts begin opening on Thorval's skin both on exposed areas and below his armor. Blood flows from the small cuts towards Kieran in a stream and is slowly absorbed into him. Thorval grits in pain as he rushes Kieran with an upward strike.

*CLANG*

The sword passes through the anti-magic shell and hits the armor, cutting the skin beneath with blood magic. His eyes widened as if he didn't expect him to be able to still move. "AH! Dammit." Kieran yells falling back as he holds the armor on his chest, the shell fading away.

Thorval holds out his hand and makes a grasping motion, then yanks hard. Blood spews from the cracks in Kieran's armor flowing back to Thorval who heals from it. Kieran has grit teeth as he leans against the machete to stay standing. He sighs as he stands taller taking a deep breath.

*THUMP-THUMP THUMP-THUMP*

The sound of a powerful heartbeat echoes through the room as all eyes move to Kieran. The air around him thickens and appears to turn red as if it were now a blood mist. Kieran's eyes fixate on Thorval who looks unfazed.

With a backhanded grip, he picks up the giant machete with one hand. Blood magic glows in his opposite hand as the mist thickens around him. Thorval attacks first seeing his swings won't be as powerful.

Much to Thorval's surprise he swings the giant machete still using only one hand with a reverse grip. He easily parries it due to the lack of power but Kieran's other hand is raised to his face. Thorval's grey face begins to regain color as the old blood in his body begins to boil.

His eyes become bloodshot as he glares at Kieran who continues to cast his magic. Their swords meet again as they lock together. Thorval shakes as he tries to resist the pain coursing through his body.

He pushes Kieran back with a shove showing the downside of his single backhand grip. With a mighty kick, he knocks him back a few steps almost falling to the ground. Thorval takes advantage of his stagger lifting his arm towards Kieran.

A hand made of death magic appears around Kieran's neck grabbing him tight lifting him into the air. Thorval lets out a sigh of relief as the spell on him is released and his blood stops boiling. Kieran changes the grip of his sword pointing the edge towards Thorval.

He raises his other hand and a tendril of death magic quickly whips out from his body grabbing Thorval by his waste. His eyes widen as he gets pulled straight towards the machete's edge. He puts the flat of his sword between his body and the machete but it doesn't protect him fully.

The side of his red armor is carved open as a large gash is opened. "AHHHHHH!" Thorval yells as they both fall out of the air rolling away from each other.

Kieran grunts harshly as the bubbling blood on the ground burns his body. He quickly stands without his machete as he looks at the slowly rising Thorval.

"You are very talented," Thorval says with a small smile.

Kieran nods "I could say the same to you."

"It's too bad I already won a while ago." Thorval's face turns to a wicked grin as Kieran looks at him confused.

Perfectly on time Kieran falls to the ground vomiting blood. Inside the vomit you can see red bloodworms the size of kittens. They slowly crawl over to Thorval and disappear as they reach his feet. The giant gash on his side visibly heals stitching itself together as more worms reach him.

Kieran falls to the ground sprawled out vomiting more as he looks up to Thorval with a grin. "You're dead too you fool."

It's Thorval's turn to look confused as he looks at his hands. Black veins run from fingertips up till they disappear under his armor. "Well played." He says as he walks over to Kieran raising his sword above his neck as he looks up to Darion who in turn looks at me.

I shrug "Just kill him. I'm going to need to raise Thorval anyway, it's a punishment of losing."

Darion nods to me as he looks back at Thorval "Kill him."

Kieran looks up at Thorval with an upset gaze "So annoying." He says as his head is taken clean off.

Thorval turns to me and kneels, I smirk as I stand up and walk to the edge just in front of him. "It was a narrow victory, but he had the advantage of Pestilence which you still haven't learned to use so I suppose in a few days you would win by even more."

"No one else wishes to challenge him for the position of Bloodlord?" I ask looking at the knights and the ones among leadership. No one steps forward.

I nod as I face him again "Then I name you Thorval the Bloodlord of the four Dead Lords."

He slowly lowers his head "Than-" His words fade until he falls over dead.

"I guess that's my cue to raise them." I joke looking at the plain-faced Darion. "No humor," I say shaking my head as I raise an arm towards the two dead death knights. Miasma consumes both the bodies as Kieran's head reattaches itself and he stands up well before Thorval.

Thorval watches with an annoyed expression as Thorval is lifted by miasma and raised as a perfect undead. Thorval's eyes open as he softly stands up. He looks at his hands with surprise then at the rest of his body.

"Perfect undead are similar to living humans in every way but are much more durable and don't age. You can still get pierced in the heart and be fine but now you can eat properly, reproduce, and a few other normal human things." I say casually walking back to my seat.

He drops to a knee again "This is the first time my head has been clear since I was raised into undeath. You have my undying gratitude."

I nod "Don't feel unique for too long, I plan to raise many perfect undead." I look at Darion "Next."

Darion snaps out of his shock, "Of course, Alistra, Siouxsie, you two are next, step forward."