Saekanis told me, so I did so

It took some time to reach the west from the east. But Kilanjo had made it his mission to do what the Kaor Lord had said. But as he passed through the Sarab Desert, it had given him time to think. The more he realized. That he was probably being used. The citadel? Everyone knows not to go to such a place. For the vampires who live there. Going there is like a death sentence.

Which angered him even more. Causing him to fall. . . . . fall deeper and deeper. Near to those who can never return. . . .

Now, finally reaching Wychwood. He decided to go by the lake to calm his head. The peaceful landscape of what Asena had brought to this land would surely sooth him right. It was time to abandon Saekanis. He was made for pure destruction, he didn't need to lose himself. . . yet. . . He had a brother to look after, if he became a monster. Would he be able to protect his brother from what disasters had come for them? Would he able to do so without being so brutal?

All these thoughts were going on in his head as he finally reached the great lake. But as he got there, it would seem that there was already two people by his spot. To him, they were blocking his spot. So he went about it in the only way he knew how.

"Excuse me. . . ." he said in a low voice.


(Kilanjo)
Balkir turned away from Klein to look at the stranger. He seemed to be dressed very... blue. He was well armed with a large, intimidating polearm. There seemed to be an inner strength that demanded not to be trifled with.

It felt familiar to him, and threatening. Balkir responded calmly, hoping to keep the situation under control. "Yes, what is it? We were just about to begin some combat training. Do you need anything?" Balkir raised his internal energy, doing so slowly. Not to necessarily intimidate, but to warn of his own strength. Crimson Lightning crawled up and down his body, waiting to be applied to the world around him.
(Balkir Loosestep)
Kilanjo would stand there unmoving, watching the two stand infront of him. He seemed uncanny about it at first, but after a while. It would seem that the one of the two infront of him felt intimidated by his appearance by showing off his own. Which wasn't the best thing to do at the moment.

" What I need is for you to get out of my way or else. . . he growled as he stepped forward threateningly.

The amulet around his neck started to glow a dark hue of lilac as dark energy started to engulf the surrounding area. His eyes started to burn with the passion of hate as he stared at the person who now stood infront of him.

Kilanjo needed to burn off some steam, and he knew the perfect way how to do it if this man did not choose his next words carefully. . . .
(Kilanjo)
From the looks of him, this stranger was no hero. The anger and intensity in his voice betrayed malign intent, something Balkir was more than familiar with. "I can tell you're more than likely strong, but I doubt you can take both of us on at once. How about this, I'll fight you, and then Klein will finish you off when I likely falter. Beats rote sparring for training." Balkir tightening his grip on his sword's handle, tucked away in it's burnished bronze scabbard. He'd enjoy the stress relief too. After the injuries he'd sustained at the hands of that monster from before...

Resolved to fight this out, Balkir whipped out his sword. He wasn't quite sure why he still brought it around or made such a big deal about his blade these days, being an amateur swordsman at best. His real strength came in his tactics and magic, both superb. "So, I'll leave the choice up to you. If you really believe you can handle both of us together, then take another step closer."

Hellstorm energies pulsed through his body and pooled in his palms, charging his sword with fell powers. The sword was flashy and attention grabbing, something to distract the opponent, letting him take them be surprise with his true attacks and ploys. Balkir gave a battle hungry grin, eager to test his worth again. Human opponents came so rarely these days.
(Balkir Loosestep)
At the man's approach, Balkir blinked backwards, giving himself some breathing room. His plan was interrupted as the stranger followed him in some kind of misty jump, taking him by surprise. At least he knew another one of this one's tricks.

"Alright, neat trick. I assure you, I've got more than that hidden up my cloak's sleeves." Balkir raised his sword high in an aggressive stance, ready to counter-attack. He wasn't too worried about losing, seeing as Klein was his superior in every sense of the word when it came to combat.

Though he wasn't scared, he was determined to succeed, beating such an opponent always brought him joy. Second began whispering in his ears, telling him his stance was a bit off. He corrected it, with Second giving him his approval. Together, the two of them were unassailable. Every trick either of them had was ready to be used.

Balkir gave a wide and disarmingly joyful grin. Pleased just to be thrown into battle against such an antagonist.
(Balkir Loosestep)
 A sly grim would cross Kilanjo's lips as his face was hidden away from the naked eye. Maybe Asena can go die in a hole. Beating the shit out of someone was a way better way then not doing so and living by the rules of nature. Well, Asena says that the strongest survive, but it also goes against destroying the beautiful environment.

But fuck that, Kilanjo hadn't had the time or paitence for caring about the nature anymore. All he saw was hate as his eyes burned with rage.

" Oooh. Please do show me what you have in store." he muttered as he took his spear from his back and stabbed the blade deep within the ground.

"I'm going to have fun toying with you! "

'Saekanis, I hope your watching. Because there is soon to be someone underneath my foot again. Begging for his last breath. . . . Watch me Saekanis. Watch me destroy this pathetic human being. ' he thought as he reached behind his back where his waist was, there. Was a concealed wooden blade. He was going to take his time and beat this fool until he bleed black.
(Kilanjo)
 Balkir misjudged his sudden blink distance, escaping far further than his Shadow Cannon would allow him to hit. The Stranger battered him on all sides, using hit and run tactics to wear him down. Normally Third was in control, given how Second was unable to control the common motor fuctions worth a damn.

But this was different. Second forced his way into the front, with Third conceding control over to him. He could handle the body well enough in full combat, letting his subconcious reflexes handle the rest. His mastery over reflexes and attacks were second-to-none amongst them.

Balkir was worn, but he jumped backwards, throwing corrupting energies into the ground to give him some breathing room. He stomped the ground in refusal. "Damn you, I'm not done yet! I am Balkir Loosestep, do not underestimate me!" Hellstorm energy flowed again on his command, mending minor wounds and scratches he'd suffered. He summoned his fighting will once again, digging his position into the earth. "Go ahead! Once more!"
(Balkir Loosestep)
Kilanjo watched as the man with hellstorm teleport away. Which to his amusement was hilarious. He smiled as he laughed menacingly.

Then suddenly, a huge beam of dark energy came spiraling towards him. A huge beam occultic came flying towards him. Soon to impact, but the funny thing was. He let it come towards him. He let it eat the ground up as the beam tore through everything in its path. It came at him full force as he felt the power of the beam close in on him. The mere power of the blast soon became meters infront of him. Then a foot. Then an inch.

Where nothing had seemed possible other for him to take the sheer full force of the blast. It would seem that he took the blast head on as he laughed about. But soon, his laughter was silenced as the blast ran through disappearing in the distance. The aftermath was brutal.

The landscape destroyed as Kilanjo wasn't in sight anymore. It was as if, he was obliterated from the plain of existance. Obliterated.

But he wasn't. In fact he stood right behind Balkir.

His smile grew wide as he stood behind the hellstorm magi.

" You thought that something as pitiful as that would take me down?" he questioned in a dark tone as he raised his sword and smacked the boy down hard on his shoulder.

Before long, that battled it out with Kilanjo beating Balkir until the boy had pure bruises upon his being. He watched as the boy fall. To which he would later get back up.

"Really stubborn as hell aren't you? I'll make sure that I'll break you" He said as his eyes burned with delight. What he could do to this kid. Was un-imaginable
(Kilanjo)
Once again, Kilanjo came at Balkir. Not waiting for the young magi to get another chance.

But this time, he would have a little fun with his prey.

His eyes gleaming with amusement as he came after Balkir with the look of horror on his face as Kilanjo came in with a low swipe towards his legs. Sweeping the poor lad off his feet and crash towards the ground. Kilanjo would then greet the boys cheek with his fist.

Slamming Balkir into the ground, shaking the very earth beneathe the two of them.

" Did you loose your step?" he commented as he was refering to Balkir being unable to dodge such basic attacks and a pun for his last name.

Kilanjo would then raise his free hand and ball it up into a fist. Reeling it back to slam it down into Balkir's face to leave a permanent mark. But to his disatisfaction. The hellstorm magi teleported away out of his grasp at the last second. Causing Kilanjo to smash his fist into the ground, creating a small dent into the ground as pebbles in the surrounding area jumped towards the air only to fall back down.

A chuckle would be heard from Kilanjo as he stood back up with his wooden sword in hand.

" Come on. . . . I just want to play with you" he stated in a sinister tone.

His face slowly turned around as his head tilted towards the side as if he was possessed by some evil spirit. (Someone call an exocrist!) And what Kilanjo saw was the same occultic beam plowing the area infront of him. Coming straight for him preparing to evaporate him from existance.

" Not this again. . . " he said in an annoying tone as he waited again for the last moment once more to appear behind Balkir and raise his hand to back hand the poor magi in the neck, sending the being crashing through the forest.

Kilanjo watched as the magi crashed to the floor and stumbled to a stand. Throwing hellstorm his way and lighting. The ground around them grew with corruption. Burning Kilanjo with its very touch. But Kilanjo didn't care. He lost himself to the darkness. The void .

That's it Kilanjo, corner him. Kill him. . . .

The words of a dark entity started to begin to flood his mind as his eyes became enticed to see it through. To watch blood fountain from the poor being who was about to become souless. Kilanjo was going to beat him into a bloody pulp, and nothing would interrupt him. He wouldn't allow it. Never.

Kilanjo kept walking through the corrupted forest as he took the oncoming hits. Not caring for anything. He just smiled slowly as he began he suddenly clenched his sword.

Vanishing from Balkir's sight. He appeared by the magi's side with his sword raised, but Balkir struck out with a bolt of hellstorm. Only to hit the after image of Kilanjo.

Kilanjo would then sidestep all around Balkir. Making it seem as if there were 2, no 5 no 10 of him. Standing around Balkir and closing in on him. Slowly but surely.

He watched as Balkir stared at him with horror in his eyes. Afraid of not knowning of what was coming for him as none of his attacks were affective. All he was doing was striking out at nothing. Kilanjo smiled as he got closer and closer until he was close enough to grab the poor lad. Which he did.

Gripping tightly upon the beings wrist and forcing it to the air. He squeezed on it hard as he pulled him in close.

"Your pathetic"

Quickly, he sent a jab towards Balkir in his mid-section. Causing the boy to double over as he spat out air. Kilanjo would then grab his sword and swing it towards the Balkir's face. Casuing him to stand back up.

He would then appear behind him and crack him at his neck. Driving him to the ground. But before Balkir could hit the ground, Kilanjo reappeared infront of him. Shoving the hilt of his wooden sword into his neck. Lunging it into his throat before pushing him off of it backwards. He watched the boy struggle for breath. But he didn't care as a sadistic smile grew on his lips.

" Did I say you could fall?" Kilanjo questioned in curiousity as he reappeared behind Balkir, cracking him again behind his head. Causing him to fall once more to the ground. But he reappeared infront of him. Swinging up in an arc. Cracking the boy in his skull so hard that the boy jumped straight into the air. Which Kilanjo responded by appearing above him twisting around with a whirlwind spin, kicking him dead in his stomach sending him straight down into the ground so hard that his body bounced on impact.

Appearing back on the ground floor. He grabbed and yanked on Balkir's hair before he fell back down to the ground. Holding him up by his hair as he watched his face all bruised up with blood. He was black and blue all over.

" I'm going to have fun with you. . . " he said in a sadistic tone as he kneed him in his chest. Not allowing even for a second for Balkir to fall into an unconcisous state. He would do so by beating him senseless and not allowing him to rest on the ground, not even for a second.

Kilanjo would then keep on beating on Balkir. Whacking him back and forth, breaking bones, and tearing at his skin with a wooden sword. He had swung it so hard that cuts have started to appear on Balkir.

The process would continue as he kept on beating Balkir back and forth back and forth back and forth. before he landed his hundreth hit. Perfected 100 cuts on Balkir as blood fountained from his body before coming to a steady halt.

The magi had surely lost alot of blood. But the cuts were small. Not enough blood had been lost to become fatal. But surely if he wasn't healed soon, he would die.

He watched Balkir finally fall down upon his back, resting in his own blood. Kilanjo finally put his blade down to his side. Extending his claws as he was ready to deliever the final blow. Crouching low to go in for the kill. His amulet started and continued to glow once more with its lilac hue. The area was once again engulfed by dark energy as depravity overflowed the area. He was ready to kill Balkir as the dark entity in his mind kept on telling him to destroy him. To kill him. But he was suddenly interrupted. By Balkir's companion as he reveal himself from the shadows.

Smiling wickedly. He stood up from the mess as he was covered in Balkir's blood.

His eyes were now feral as he slowly reached for the wooden sword and begun to walk for Klein.



" and what is your name?" he questioned.

But the only thing was, he didn't wait for an answer. He lunged after Klien

(Kilanjo)

Klein watched as Balkir was taken down with ease, yet his skills were quite well placed. It seemed that this man held more power then initially seen. "Man...I'm up next it seems." He smirked as he drew his blade from his back and began prepping himself.
(Klein Sinclair)
Klein realised that this man didn't care about who he was. From the way he was acting towards Balkir, he was a Dark magic user. "Thought so...I could feel the sickening feeling you give off." Klein gave himself some room, as he began calling forth his Holy winds. As they began to surround him, Klein drew his sword in preparation for the attacks.

He gave a silent prayer to the Gods to watch over him as he was about to fight for their honor. Klein then rushed forward with the winds carrying him forward.
(Klein Sinclair)
Destroy him. . .

The voice had said repeatedly as Kilanjo broke into a sprite after Klien's words. Once again, it would just be another win for him as he came in towards Klein. But what was different between this person and his companion. Was this Klein had holy magic. (There goes the exorcist!)

Kilanjo didn't waste any time as he came at the man from each side. Whacking him from both angles with his wooden sword. Cracking him again and again with his weapon as he was slashed at by the holy magi. but it didn't affect him much as he still tore through. Not caring for his own health as Klein slashed at him. Cutting him about, but not nearly as much as Kilanjo was hitting him. It wouldn't take long before Kilanjo sent a fist flying into Klein's cheek bone. Sending the boy crashing to the ground as he kept on pursuing. But this time. He didn't keep suite with his wooden sword. No.

Flinging his current weapon to the side.

He threw his hand out towards his spear's direction. Manipulating his mana towards the spear itself. He up-rooted his spear from the ground with a flush of wind magic and sent it flying his way with ease.

Now wileding a spear that was twice his size as he graspped it by it's mid-section.

He didn't waste any time on pursuing his enemy as all he saw was Klein bleeding all over. Begging for his last breath. It was a vision that he planned to see through.

With a sharp growl. He would started into a clear dash once more!
(Kilanjo)
Klein was smacked around before he knew that this opponent far outclassed him. Yet Klein was still able to stand, and so he did. Klein disembodied the wind and began calling upon the electrons in the atmosphere, creating quick sparks across his form. "This was going to be a suprise to Balkir, but it's now or never it would seem."

He began concentrating as he took a deep breathe in through his nose. With his slow exhale, Klein opened his eyes and entered a thrusting stance. As the sparks would arc from his blade to his body, Klein felt just as they did. Sparatic, unsure and short lived. He was use to taking a beating but not like this. He had to pull out all of his trump cards in hopes that it would make a difference.

Klein dashed forward with his blade high, and then....Poof! Klein vanished into thin air. When actually he turned his body into the very electrons in the air around them. Klein was only to hold this form for a few seconds though. Long enough to get close to the enemy.
(Klein Sinclair)
Kilanjo spent no time hawking down Klein as he did the same thing that he did to Balkir. But instead, he was running towards him. He was too much into it. He couldn't help himself. He was to much into it. He couldn't control himself.

Image after image, they charged after Klein. No hesitation at all. It seemed as if Klein had no idea what was happening as Kilanjo was all over him.

It was a quick as Kilanjo got over a hundrend hits on Klein before the man could even hit one.

He got a good hit on Kilanjo on his side. But Kilanjo had fulled Klein with cuts all over. Not deep. But instead small. They may not be able to kill with him yet. But it would surely make his body hurt like hell.

Kilanjo would then finalize the end of the battle as he spun his spear around his neck. Bringing it around and smacking the back of Klein's neck. Sending him to the ground.

He would then drop his spear and jump on top of Klein. Beating down upon him with his fist and scratching at him with his claws.

He clawed him deep enough on his right cheek which would permenatly leave a mark there forever if the holy magi user didn't heal it up right away. But Kilanjo wouldn't allow that.

Kilanjo kept at it. Hammering down on his face without mecy. He didn't care if Klein's face would be disfigured or broken in the end result. But he couldn't hold himself any longer as now a shadow loomed over him.

Revealing a dark entity. In the form of a wolf. Peering over Kilanjo's shoulder and staring at Klein with a satisfying grin as Kilanjo kept beating down on Klein.

Hit after hit after hit. Each punch,claw, and slash, drew blood. The more blood he drew, the faster and harder he attacked. He kept at it as Klein tried to defend himself by pulling both arms up. But at the final result, Kilanjo broke Klien's forearms. Rendering them useless. All Klein could do was watch. Watch him get pummeled down upon by Kilanjo himself. Only that his face couldn't be seen. It was just a man in a hood.

The Ookami had even missed some of his hits. Cracking the ground with each miss as Klein moved his head left and right. Dodging a few of his attacks. But it wouldn't take long before Klein only had one eye open. Both eyes were black as his entire face as bruised up and bloodied. His open eye was barely open as his entire face was swelled up. His lips were swolen as his skin welted up. Klein would probably even have trouble breathing. But Kilanjo didn't care. He was down with his job. As of now. He was a servant of Saekanis, and that was to be.

Yes. . . . you have pleased me enough. . . But he isn't a worthy sacrifice for me. . . . . How about that fellow Raion? He did take Hijo's leg. . . Don't you hate when the strong pick on the weak? The voice in his mind questioned

With a simple nod, Kilanjo said 'yes' to reply to the voice in his head.

He would now stand as he watched Klein struggle for breath. His fist covered with the holy magi's blood.

Kilanjo would then spit on the ground beside Klein's head. As he raised one hand towards his spear and the other towards his wooden sword. Which both weapons would soon fly towards him.

Now he grasped both weapons out of the air. He put them away in their sheath as he walked away. If the voice said that the holy user wasn't worthy enough. Then there was no point in killing him. So with that. Kilanjo left without a word. Walking away in the distance. Not caring for what would happen to the two laying utterly defeated on the floor. Drenched in their own blood. He didn't even care for what creatures might fall upon them and feast while their at such a state. He didn't care anymore.
(Kilanjo)
 As Klein laid there bloodied and beaten, he tried to move though it hurt too much to do so. He instead laid there collecting what little mana he had left to begin healing his body. Klein laid there for what might of been an entire day. He wasn't able to see that well. As he managed to return some feeling to his limbs, Klein would make his way to his feet as he stumbled through some trees, before landing plopped down face first.

The pain was unreal, yet Klein was still alive. He leaned against a tree trying to catch his breathe as he began healing once again. His concsiousness faded in and out throughout the night. Klein however needed to keep healing before he suffered any long term effects from the beating.
(Klein Sinclair)