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Ish’talla AU
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Mismatched pupiless eyes meet white for only a moment before the near blinding flash of metal streaking against metal separates them once more, the taller man's serrated edged weapon spinning up to block the path of the twin long swords that bear down. Seconds too late he catches the blonde's shift, a low grunt escaping his lips the moment a leather covered foot contacts with his chest. Kso'ppghiel delivers one hard kick to send the taller of the two stumbling back and despite the scrollwork mask that covers a good portion of his face, Bal'thial can practically feel the Harbinger's pleased grin spanning the mouth that lies below. "So she has sent you to do it then, has she?" the white haired figure asks through gritted teeth when Kso'ppghiel parries to his right, nearly landing a hit to a side left momentarily vulnerable. "You are surprised?" the blonde smirks in response as another clang resonates into the otherwise still air, the path of his weapons deftly blocked by the former Captain's heavy sword. "No…" Bal'thial answers with a partial smile flashed, pushing the Harbinger back before spinning to his left and striking hard. "Actually I am not. I am however, finding myself a little surprised you agreed…" "If not myself then who…?" Kso'ppghiel snorts as he swipes up to block the newest oncoming blow, knocking the other man's sword up with a swift spin of his own. "A lowly guard…? Or one previously under your command…?" Spinning his muscular frame back, his swords are suddenly switched into a single grip and he reaches out with his newly freed hand as Bal'thial's movements continue to run their course. Clawed fingers sweep through long snow tinted plaits, the blonde sliding a single adorned braid up to his partially covered face before breathing in. Blue and green eyes flick back to meet white, a smirk given to the gesture before the Harbinger allows the taller man's hair to fall away, sliding his father's sword away from his own and both blades swung up just in time to meet the serrated edged weapon bearing down. "They are not fit to touch you…" With a smile offered that's hidden by the mask that binds him, Kso'ppghiel begins his assault anew. Blow after blow spun from twin long swords push the white haired figure back, each new strike made with such fever that Bal'thial has no time to repay in kind, his only movements to counter made in defense. With a hard growl, the blonde suddenly swipes up to catch the end of the former Captain's blade and he wrenches it free of a strong grip before flinging it off to the side. The sword clatters loudly against rock and stone while another rounding kick sends the weapon's owner down as well. The many adornments in plaited hair and those capping winding horns chime melodically in progression as his head falls back, the razor sharp metal of his counterpart's swords now pressing against the tender skin at his neck. Heavy panting breaths leave both as fire filled snowy eyes stare down into blue and green, the moments passing between them done so in silence before long swords are suddenly dropped. As they fall against the ground, the blonde slides his muscular frame down over his captive's while Bal'thial pushes his own up to greet, a few short words soon spoken close to a pointed ear breaking the enchantments keeping the barrier secured. A moment later the mask clatters loudly as it's ripped away from the Harbinger's face, swiftly discarded along with all the rest. "No one but me will ever touch you again…" Kso'ppghiel whispers against full lips as his hands slide into white strands and grip tight, wrenching the taller man's head up while long legs straddle those below. "…you are mine." Bal'thial has only enough time to smile the smallest of smiles before the Harbinger claims his prize, their mouths crashing together for a fiery and impassioned kiss… |
