43 Frostlord

I hold out a hand towards the corpse of Koltira and the miasma consumes his body lifting him up as his body begins to reform. Piece by piece the miasma builds him back up until his eyes shoot open and he takes a deep breath.

"HAHHH." He finally lets out his breath as he falls to his knees, the miasma vanishing around him.

His eyes lock on Siouxsie who is kneeling in front of me "It appears I have lost… a shame." he says standing up uncaring that he just died.

I give him a smile "Perhaps in the future when acclimated to my power you will be able to face her again. Anyone can challenge the Lords as long as you beat their left and right hands. To challenge the Deathlord you will need to challenge another Lord first."

Koltira nods as he smiles at Siouxsie who is now looking up at him. "I will challenge you again in the future."

A light smile graces her face "I look forward to it."

I use my miasma to pick up the pieces of his sword and bring them up to him. He takes them from my miasma cloud nodding to me in thanks.

"I heard blood elves reforge their weapons making them stronger each time."

He nods as he looks down at his broken sword "It is true, this will be the third time it is reforged. Soon I don't think anything will be able to break it." He gives me a bow as he walks past me.

He walks up the stone stairs out of the pit. "You better not lose like me." He says smiling at Thassarian. Thassarian rolls his eyes as I blink out of the pit sitting back in my seat gesturing for Darion to continue.

Darion nods as he looks at Siro and Thassarian who are standing on either side of him. "You two are up."

They both look at each other as they walk down the stairs nodding to Siouxsie as they pass her. I am excited to see Siro fight, he recently changed from a sword to a hammer and I want to see his progress.

They stand across from each other as Thassarian pulls out to runed longswords with a cold fog rolling off the blades. Siro grabs the air, a Warhammer forms from the plane of limbo which he grips tightly.

His hammer has a massive head with a frost crystal glowing at the end sounded by saronite bars like a vent. Frost flows out of his hammer as he lofts it over his shoulder with a grin obviously enjoying his new weapon.

(A/N: It looks a bit like Bolvars but with more slits and runes on it.)

Seeing them both ready Darion raises an arm "BEGIN."

*BOOM*

A massive gust of chilling wind blasts out of both the death knights. Many of the initiates from the surroundings are blown over from the force. Siouxsie, Alistra, Darion, Thalanor, Thorval, Koltira, and Kieran all looked surprised that the two are going all out from the start.

Siro lofts his hammer into a ready position as black snow falls from nowhere landing on the surrounding ground. The blue crystal on his hammer turns black as the frost leaking from it turns to a greyish black as well.

Siro smiles at Thassarian "It looks like we go two different paths on the way of frost. Twin blades with a thin frame and thin plate armor. You seek to be an instrument of death and I seek to be a machine. Shall we see which one is more effective?"

Thassarian gets lower to the ground "I prefer to be more of a blade." He rushes forward as he finishes his words.

Siro brings his hammer over his head and slams down at Thassarian. He nimbly dodges to the side as he slashes at Siro hitting his massive shoulder plates glancing off of them. Seeing his attack didn't do much he jumps back and raises his hand towards him.

*WOOSH*

A massive howl of frost blasts at Siro who slams his hammer in front of himself and puts out his chest as he takes the full brunt of the wind. He grunts as he is pushed back a few steps but manages to hold himself up using his hammer as an anchor.

Once the wind stops he stands up straight and raises a hand, palm up, towards Thassarian. A black ice crystal made of magic hovers above his hand. With a grasp he crushes the crystal causing a field of black ice shards to rise from the ground.

Thassarian jumps back as he is chased by waves of sharp ice. 'Tch,' he bites his cheek as he does a full circle around the pit looping back running straight at Siro who is smiling at him. Thassarian rushes forward aiming his blades at the crooks of Siro's armor.

Siro moves to the side slightly blocking one sword with his mace and lowering his shoulder into the other. Thassarian recoils a bit as he nearly dropped his sword from hitting the shoulder plate head-on. Siro doesn't let up and hits the staggered Thassarian in the face with the pommel of his mace.

Thassarian nearly falls back as he manages to catch himself with his back foot. He manages to dodge Siro's follow-up swing which would have crushed him. With quick hands, he drives his sword between the belt and breastplate of Siro who is starting to swing at him again.

Thassarian dodges the horizontal swing abandoning his blade that is up to its hilt in Siro's gut. Siro glares at Thassarian as he pulls out the sword sealing the wound with ice. He gives Thassarian a smirk as he winds up and throws the sword at him.

Thassarian easily sidesteps it but watches as it goes up to its hilt into the stone of the pit walls. He sighs as he looks at Siro pointing his blade at him causing pure white crystals of ice to form around him. He stretches out his arm as the shards fly towards Siro.

Siro raises his arm causing a massive wall of black ice to form in front of himself blocking the shards. He grips his hammer tight as he smashes it into the wall causing black shards to fly at Thassarian who raises his arms to block his face. There are a few cuts on his face, the leather part of his bracers, and just under his breastplate.

Thassarian groans as he uses ice to seal the more serious wounds. "That was a good move."

Siro nods "And the second to the final one."

Thassarian looks confused until he pulls up the sleeve on the soft part of his armor. The veins running up his arms are black as mud. Even the veins on his neck are turning black and his glowing eyes are slowly darkening.

He grunts "Then I'll end it quickly." Thassarian rushes forward dodging another one of Siro's slams. This time he stumbles a bit under the hammer only dodging it by a hair. He reaches up stabbing his sword towards Siro's throat.

Their eyes meet as Siro moves slightly back dodging the blade. "You slowed down." Siro drops his hammer as he turns around grabbing Thassarian by the back of his head. He uses one hand to pull up from the ground as he uses the other to shove Thassarian's head down.

A large ice lance raises from the ground as Siro pushes his head down onto it. It drives through Thassarian's head like butter leaving a gaping hole in his skull as Siro backs up watching Thassarian's limp body slide down the lance of ice. The winds die down as the fight ends.

Siro looks at the small hole in his hand before he turns to me and kneels, I smirk as I stand up and look down from the edge of the pit. "The winner is Siro, is there anyone else who wishes to fight for Frostlord?" I look around as I ask the other knights, they shake their heads staring at Thassarian's corpse as they do.

I nod as I jump down "I name you, Siro The Apostle of Pestilence, the Frostlord of the Dead Lords."

He lowers his head more "I thank my lord."

I turn to Thassarian and wave my hand. The spikes of ice shatter and fade as Siro's wounds heal. My miasma picks Thassarian's body up off the ground as his face starts to reassemble. Once he is fully formed his eyes open again but this time with a blackish blue hue.

He takes a deep breath as he falls to a knee giving Siro a glare "A rather brutal way to die." He says in jest.

Siro smirks as he shrugs and takes off his helmet. "Perhaps next time you will wear head protection." He says as he sends a glance at Alistra as well.

I roll my eyes as I blink out of the pit in front of Darion. "Are you ready to fight for your position?"

"Of course." He says with confidence.

I nod as I face Siro "Are you ready?"

"I am." He says as he stands up.

"Does any other Lord wish to fight for the title of Deathlord?" I look between Siouxsie and Thorval. They both shake their heads as they look at Darion with eyes of respect.

I smile as I turn to Darion "Then it will just be between you and Siro."

Darion nods as he jumps down into the pit, Thassarian stands up and walks out of the pit up to Koltira "Looks like we are both losers."

I turn to them with a small grin "I have plans for you two."

They both look at me with surprise as I turn to Siro and Darion who are already staring at each other with tension. "Are you both ready?"

They say nothing but I can feel death magic radiating off of them both I smile as I nod and raise an arm.

"BEGIN."