Fight with Ivor Lennon. Killing him

 It was time Ivor had set his sights to the north. He had never been to Frostvale before and thought that it might be a good way to get stronger for any of the upcoming fights that this "Grand" Crusade might have entailed. Being this far north was much colder than Ivor had anticipated though giving him somewhat of a runney nose while he walked.

Eventually, fatigue would get the better of him causing him to need to rest. Clearing away some snow, Ivor would aim his rifle at a nearby tree and fire at it. The resulting blast would cause bits and pieces of the trunk to go flying off everywhere.

Walking around to gather the pieces, Ivor would place them at the spot where he had cleared away some of the snow and began lighting them with some small sparks of lightning.

Soon, smoke would begin to rise up as Ivor got a small campfire going along. Sitting down near it to warm himself up, Ivor would begin to think about what he would do next.
(Ivor Lennon)

As Crow had left through the gates of Frostvale. He had remembered his eerie encounter with a psycho maniac who had almost killed him about 3 months ago. He didn't know what to think of it but it was something of the unordinary. . . Being beaten to death by a priest? What kind of fuckery is that? he continued to think. Not once has he ever though of a saint was to hurt a person who was suffering deeply inside. He didn't even ask Crow about what was wrong with him. . . . He just kept on attacking him and attacking him. Saying nothing other than calling him a demon. Throwing holy water and about, trying to end his life painfully. Wincing as he walked, he remembered the pain of the holy lighting which the saint had used. If anything so far, Crow had a feeling that it hurt as much as hellstorm. Because Crow was a bloody mess as the saint left him to die. Luckly Crow had enough strength to pull himself to Ithumus and have a cyclops treat his wounds. He was happy that it was heal first, ask questions after. . . .

Leaving Frostvale, Crow had a bunch of rabbits tide up in some rope and slung right over his back. Again. . . He was getting hungry. He had no idea as to how to satisfy it. He just needed to keep on eating, and eating. . . . and eating. . . . .

Miles out from Frostvale. Crow noticed a brilliant light of flames which had occupied the horrendous snow of the upper hills. It was idiotic to stay out here in the woods if a storm was passing by. Anyone could freeze to death out here. Anyone. . . . .

After looking at the fire for some time as he passed by. He wondered if it was someone who needed help and was lost within the woods. Someone who was near to death. But then again, if they were. They would cry out for help right? No. . . . Not entirely true. There were monsters lurking about these woods. Which any kind of yelp would catch their attention and have them running. So out of curiousity. Crow sighed as he would switch directions to travel back to the fire. Which was quite a walk seeing as how far he had passed it. . .

Upon arriving to the campfire. He would introduce himself first.

"Don't fret. I'm friendly. Just came by to see if your alright?"

He held his hands out and raised them up high. One had opened, palms facing out. The other would was closed with the rope in it. Slowly he would show himself infront of the fire. He didn't want some random ass person to chuck a spear at him as if he was some horrid beast. He didn't feel like dying yet. Nor getting fatally wounded. Crow would just have to take his time so he wouldn't startle the stranger.


(Crow)

 ""Alright, I just need to warm up a bit and rest before going." Ivor looked up to the sky and although his view was obscured by the snow which kept falling, he still felt the prescence of something up there. Maybe it was his star. The calming sound of the wood being burnt by the fire and the gentle warmth which the fire itself had created almost made Ivor fall asleep. However, if he fell alseep out here in the snow and the fire went out it could surely mean his death.

Ivor began to hum to himself to stay awake and alert humming old nursery songs that the grown-ups had taught him when he was a child. Yawning, Ivor would stand up to do a few stretches to keep his muscles active and then sit down again.

Soon, Ivor would begin hearing footsteps in the snow. While he could hear this however, he couldn't see the individual yet. Anticipation built up inside Ivor. Could it have been just a stray animal? A wolf come to search for its pray?

However, his thoughts about this would stop when an individual would come into the light of the fire and introduce himself. The aura which this person gave was some what unnatural, especially to Ivor whom had been a practitioner of holy magic.

Nevertheless, Ivor would smile and greet the newcomer. "Hi there, take a seat and get the cold out."
(Ivor Lennon)

As Crow had introduced himself to Ivor. He didn't know what to think. He was expecting someone to go insane and fight him. . . But this. . This was better.

Nodding his head, Crow would place the brunch of rabbits on the ground softly by the fire and would sit down on the opposite side of the stranger who dawned armor. Probably a republic dog by the looks of it. Crow had soonly regretted him being here at this time. He knew that some of them were powerful enough to sense the aura of which a person had held even if they tried to conceal it. Which he had done. He didn't want this Arbitrator to know who he was, and in order to do that. He would have to make himself either acquainted with the man and be friends to later on get closer to the republic. Or end his life right here. Lowering their number by one. Sure they would probably find someoen to replace him. But he also knew it would hurt them to lose a valuable member. Due to his appearance, he had to know the higher ups in some sort of way. Or maybe he was soon to become one. All Crow knew what he had to do was to leave if possible without any harm done to either of them. . . .

"So what brings someone such as yourself out here?" he asked with a smile on his face. He would then point out his armor to let other know that he knew of his position of being a Arbitrator.

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(Crow)

"Ah, I'm heading towards Frostvale to train for any upcoming battles that may take place during this Grand Crusade. I'm also here because I've never been to Frostvale before and I want to have a look at it." Putting his hands closer to the fire to warm them up, Ivor would look at Crow and observe him carefully.

"So, why are you all the way out here?" Ivor would ask. "If you can casually walk about outside villages like this you must be no stranger to danger. I wonder what kind of experiences you've had before."

Ivor had simply asked these questions out of curiosity but to him it would be interesting to see where these questions would take the conversation. Surely it was strange that someone was all the way out here. Surely this person must have either been a magi or a really brave, or foolish common hunter of sorts judging by the rabbits that he had with him.

Surely Crow would have an interesting story to tell. After all, what's a campfire without a campfire story?
(Ivor Lennon)

Hearing what the Arbitrator's tale. Crow would sit back and place both hands into the ground to support his weight so he wouldn't fall back into the snow. It was to keep himself upright.

Soon he was asked to tell the reason why he was out here. In which Crow would fulfill his promises. He would lean up straight and cross his legs. Grabbing either side of his knees with both hands.

"Alrighhhhtttt. . . . Where was I? Well for starters I went on a hunt. . . " he would start explaining. Continuing on by telling Ivor that he had came across a lot of Yokai creatures and packs of Dire wolves. He told him out he slain all of them with ease as they didn't prove a challenge to him at all. He used his hands to emphaize what he had done to finish them off. Killing them with a soft a quick blow to ease their pain. Laughing afterwards so he could relieve some tension. He soon did end his tale by saying that he had ended his hunt with killing a bunch of rabbits that he would soon cook afterwards.

"And then I saw your campfire light! And now here I am!"

His expression would soon get serious as he reached behind his pack and slowly withdrew a knife from it. Carefully his pushed himself back as to act as if he was just scratching his back to later on lean back in the snowy breeze. Placing the knife in the snow with his hand over it. He would slide it forth as he leaned forward once more.

Laughing awkwardly before shaking his head to look at a nearby tree "You know. . . You still haven't mentioned your name to me. . . ." He would then stare at the man who sat down with now a serious expression. Soon he would draw the knife and throw it at the man's chest. He then grabbed the hilt of his knife and shown the blade of it as he pressed it into the ground. Showing that if he didn't like his answer. They were sure to fight. . . .


(Crow)

As Crow told his stories of hunting, Ivor would cringe at some of the bloodier details. Eventually, Crow's story would catch up to where the two young men were now. However, things would look to take a darker turn at the end of Crow's story. Sighing at Crow's motionings, Ivor would think to himself,"I had the feeling that this man could be troublesome. Maybe I could resolve this without violence."

Ivor was more than capable of handling himself, but he came to Frostvale to train, not have a bloody fight with some random stranger that seemed all to ready to go. Clearing his throat, Ivor would begin to speak saying,"You know, there are nicer ways to ask someone for their name. Also, since you already know I am an Arbitrator and you're still insisting on this, I have means to believe that you are not necessarily fond of us correct?"

After saying this statement, Ivor chuckled a bit and continued to talk. "Well, either that or you just get a kick out of killing. If it's the first reason, then try not to think of me as an Arbitraor and only as someone on their way to some place hmm? Although, if it's not the first reason then I'm in some trouble huh?" He would say light-heartedly.
(Ivor Lennon)

As Crow would sit there and listen to the Arbitrator's way of passing time. He would get more amused by the passing second. It had seemed as if the man was trying to pass the time. Which brought a sinister smile about his face. There was no way that he was going to let some dog of the republic get away from his sight. He just realized that there was no one else around. Just them and the eerie silence of the forest of which they sat in.

With a quick flick of his wrist. He threw the knife which bore for the mans chest. Piercing it and going in deep. It went halfway through, with the other half remaining outside of the armor.

Standing up Crow would gaze upon the being with a devilish gaze in his eyes. It was as if he was about to release hell upon this man, and he would make sure that it was painful.

"Should've told me your name, you dog. . . You see. All of you Arbitrators think that you can go about your way without anyone stopping you. But I have, and now will prove that wrong. Just because you 'people' wear a badge and think that you fight for justice is just you fooling yourself. .. . " he said emotionlessly. He had ignored the man's question for this chance. Pulling his sword from his back. He was grasp it in only his right hand. Point it at the man's throat awaiting for him to fight back.

"Get up and fend for yourself" he said grimmly. "Or sit there and remain still so I can cut you down limb from limb. . . "




(Crow)

Ivor's brain froze over for about a second after the dagger had hit him. It was almost as if he was in Death's embrace going to be carried away into nothing but darkness. However, he would snap back into reality as a result of Crow's voice. Sad. It would seem that there was no way to go about this passively. If he did, then he would have just been cut down by the man and then how would he go about becoming the best Arbitrator ever.

Pulling out the dagger from his chest, yellow lightning would begin to spark violently around Ivor. If Crow wanted a fight he would get one. Looking towards the campfire, he would think to himself,"Damn, and I only managed to get one story out of you buddy." before turning back to Crow.

He wondered what would drive an individual to have such a seemingly warped perspective about the Republic and Arbitrators. Surely they had done nothing but good and preserve the peace.

Ivor was convinced he was fighting on the side of justice and he would hold on to those convictions with his all. Standing up, he would focus on the slightest of Crow's movements so that he would not get the jump on Ivor. "I'll change what you think about the Arbitrators."
(Ivor Lennon)

As Crow saw the man get up. He would fly towards the being with remarkable speed, Swinging his blade at him to only miss his first stike. But what the Arbitrator didn't know is that Crow was an illusionist. As the man dodged his first attack. His clone would soon pick up slack and come around to smack him in the face with the flat side of the blade. But that was only the beginning of the fight.

They did collide multiple times. Lighting brightening up the area. Showering the surroundings with its brillance. From afar it could be seen as a lighting show. Someone that most people would pay good money to see.

But the battle would go on for a while. Crow wanted to test the mans skills at first, then wait for an opening to strike. Which he indeed did get one.

Using his speed, he would quickly appear behind the man and use the flat end of his blade he would strike the being on his ankle. Hard. Making the lad fall to the floor.

"Get up. . . Don't make me waste my time. . . ." He said as his eyes bored with hatred. He was ready to end this mans life withou any means of mercy.

(Crow)

As the fight started, Ivor had luckily managed to dodge Crow's first attack only to be blindsided by his clone. Ivor didn't have much experience fighting illusionists. In fact, he had only fought one in the past. Ivor let out blast after blast of electricity somehow managing to keep missing the fast moving Crow.

Minutes into the battle, Crow would make his way towards Ivor and hit him in the ankle with such force that he would fall to the ground. This wasn't looking good. At this rate, Ivor's story would end with him getting cut down in some remote part of a frozen forest where nobody would happen upon him for probably years.

He needed help. If it was at any point that this prescence in the sky was going to help him it would be now. Managing to stand up and then keep his distance, Ivor would try to plan out exactly how he could go along fighting Crow.

"If I can't hit him individually, I will have to try to hit everything in this area. Let's just hope nothing dies." he would think to himself.
(Ivor Lennon)

Watching the man get up once more. A crooked smile would appear on his face.

"Thats more like it" he said

Soon the two would go at it again. Creating a light show. Lighting bouncing off Crow's sword as he chased the man down.

Soon the battle would come to an end. Crow had recieved burns all over his body as the man had fired at him and used holy magic, and Crow had delievered blows to him aswell. Cuts all over the mans armor as he tried to slice him inhalf. He even managed to have the blade of his weapon pierce the armor when he came from the side. He had swung the blade as fast and as hard as he could. Making a huge Opening in the mans armor. He pulled his blade from the man's armor to see that his skin had now showed with a huge gash upon it. He made a straight line across the man's armor which showed his stomach to the world. Now that armor was basically useless.

Crow would then use the flat end of his blade and slam it into the beings rib. Shattering any bones that were held within. He then would raise it up high again and slam it down on the beings right shoulder. Breaking it aswell. Carrying the being to the ground as he done so. Crow would then look over the being with despair in his eyes.

"Should've never come here" he said with a death defining voice.

Raising his weapon once more. He was prepared to chop of the Arbitrator's head. Severing it from his body. But as he brought it down. His body pulsated. He felt as if the blood within him had started flowing unnaturally fast. Falling to his side, he hit the floor hard. Dropping his weapon mere inchings away from the Arbitrator's face.

Curled up in a fetal position. He would grab at his stomach as if it was about to implode. His hunger had once again returned. Harder than usual. His eyes would turn bloodshot red as he would puke out blood. He grabbed at his mouth as if he could stop more blood from spewing but his efforts was useless. Blood would just explode outwards from the middle's of his fingers.

'Feed. . . .' The voice had returned.

Crow would soon sniff the air fiercely. Trying to find search out any nearby creatures which he could quickly eat. Once again his stomach had been eating him from the inside out as he paniced. Forcing his weak being to prop up on all fours. He would wildly search the surronding area for any source of food. He was desperate. He felt as if he was going to die. His starvation was just to much for him. He felt like he was going fade away as his stomach had kept on tearing at him.

Falling to the floor one more time. He clutched at his stomatch and yelled in pain. Screaming to the top of his lungs as his insides what eat at him slowly. Saliva would seep from his mouth as he twitched among the floor. Yelling on in pain.

"Food. . . . . Food. . . . I need to eat. . . . Something. . . ANYTHING!!!. . . ." he thought as his eyes would blub out . He would now slowly stand up. His fingers would soon twist up as if he was double jointed. Bending and twisted in weird directions. He was bent on hunger. He needed something to satisfy his needs. . . Something. . . Anything. . .
And thats when it hit him. The smell of cooked meat. His eyes grew even wider as he turned around violently but also recklessly. Bent on nothing more but the needs to satisfy his hunger. Crow turned around to fast, shattering twisting his right ankle. Almost shattering the bone itself. He would soon leap rush out wildly towards the hint of this delicious smell. But he soon would fall to the floor hard. As he wildly rushed out to the source of food. He applied to much pressure on the ankle that he had walked on. Breaking it and falling to the ground hard.

Face planting into the snow. Crow's demeanor for food was carrying him through it. He clawed at the snow wildly as he was a savage beast. Pulling himself through out the snow as that was his only way of going. Heaving like a horrid beast as he transvered through it. He even used his bad leg to help him push on faster. All the nerves down there that would've shot his brain messages to stop doing so didn't make it. The hunger which he had felt blocked out everything else. If anyone on lookers were around. He would look like a rabid beast. Only moments later he would reach his destination. Appearing at where this entire scenario had started.

As Crow's eyes gazed viciously over the spot where he had smelled the meat. He soon did notice that it was one of the rabits that he had eaten had fell into the fire pit. Roasting it to mere black char. But that didn't stop him. Picking it up, Crow biten into it hard. He felt the rough meat had given him no satisfaction. He felt as if he had biten into a solid rock. But still it didn't stop him as he ate the entire thing. Swallowing it only to look for more. Saliva still leaving from his mouth. He had now black char hanging from his teeth. His mouth had even bore black marks when he finished the blacken rabbit. But his stomach still cried out to him. Still wanted more. As if something like that wouldn't rest it. His eyes would then soon fall to the brunch that he had brought with him. Raw and stale. Was it even good to eat? He had caught these rabits and left them by the fire to warm them up. But was it still safe to eat raw rabbit? He caught these things just the other day and had them kept around his shoulder for how long now?

But none of that had stopped Crow from reaching into the pile and grabbing a rabbit from the pack and mawing through it. Eating the bones and all. Not caring for the after affects. He just wanted to go in. Satisfy himself. Satisfy his hunger. He had already lost himself. Now he was just gone as his eyes would fade into an unnatural color as he was consumed by his hunger.

Grabbing bit by it he ripped through each and everyone of the rabbits. Eating them whole and raw. Mashing up the bones as he dove in. Not even spitting them out. Not even bitting them down to size just to swallow them without harm. He just went in.. . . . . Stuck in this abnormal frenzy. . . .

By the time he was down. There was fur and flesh hanging from his teeth. Blood gushed over his body from the feast that he just had. He some how ended up on his knees. Bent over the bloody remains of the rabbits he had just finished. . . . Tears would soon leak from his eyes as he returned to his orginal self. His hunger once again fading into the dark. As his stomach had it's fill. He sat there. Kneeled down in the blood of the dozens of rabbits that he had mauled through. Trying to figure out why this was happening to him. Placing his plams into his face. More blood had been smeared on himself. Now he looked like a bloody mess. Something that a bystander would look at as if he wasn't even human. He made sure that he had his fill before leaving Frostvale. He spent 10,000 crowns at the tavern before leaving. Satisfying his stomach. So why only an hour later he was bent on starvation. Why?

Tears streaming from his eyes. He would press both of his hands into the floor below. Thinking of how this came to be. Why has his hunger been so great in the recent days. Why was it him from millions of other beings who dwelled in Eternia. Why him . . .

His back was turned as he had completely forgotten about the Arbitrator that he had planned on killing. Now he was crying about himself. Trying to figure out if he should continue on living, or to fade away right there to get rid of this suffering. . . .


(Crow)

 Ivor had been fighting for his life against Crow as the two fought each other in the snow. The young boy was struggling to keep up with Crow's movements and this was growing ever obvious. It looked like Ivor's luck was about to run dry. Soon, Crow would have him on the ground slicing and tearing apart his armor letting his wounds be exposed to the elements.

He felt the blood from his insides running outside and everything was so painful. Was everything that he had trained for been for naught? Was his dreams of becoming the best Arbitrator been nothing but that? Dreams? Everything that Ivor had taken for granted seemed to be overwhelmingly important to him now.

Waking up to see another day, feeling the cold, crisp wind on his face. Even....even getting sand in his eyes and hair. Tears would begin streaming down Ivor's face as he would attempt to raise his hand which wasn't totally shot to the sky.

Once it was up, Ivor would clentch his fist as he would attempt to use one last spell. It would look like after all this time, he would have to disobey what the elders who had always looked after him had said.

He would have to kill someone. And that someone was himself. He couldn't bear to watch someone kill, and as a final kindness, he would try to call down a bolt of lightning with all his remaining energy.

"Too bad, looks like I get to stop you from committing murder. Don't....don't underestimate the power of the Arbitrators. You...get to see the best Arbitrator ever, Ivor Lennon stop you from doing this crime."

It caused Ivor great pain to even say these few words to Crow, but soon his pain would be gone. Soon, thunder would begin to be heard around the surrounding area as in an instant, a bright flash of lightning would come falling down from the sky on to the young man.

In that brief instant, memories would begin flashing through Ivor's head. Memories of all the friends he had made and the people he had met. Even his time spent as a slave in the Desert would be a fond memory compared to what was happening now.

Everything was so cold and painful. Why did things have to turn out like this? This was pathetic...Ivor didn't even manage to rise above the rank of Initiate in the Arbitrators. Maybe this was just how things were supposed to be. This was how he could live life without killing a single person. Well, except for himself of course.

And in what seemed to take forever from Ivor's viewpoint, the lightning crashed down. And things seemed so peaceful for him. The pain went away. And he no longer felt cold...
(Ivor Lennon)

 It had been awhile since Nathan had used his skills in the art of battle. Refining them for them for the sake of Gaizen is one of the things Nathan lives for. Yet, there seemed to have been nothing to instill his practices upon. Atleast that was what he thought before he saw a gruesome painting being made upon the white canvas of snow beneath his feet.

A man, crying out with his last breath...shouting out the name of the ones that call themselve the law of Valmasia. The Abritrators. His eyes widened at the sight. Smoke leaving the man's body along with the little life the man had left. Nathan ran towards Ivor, desperate to try and alievate some of the pain.

Anything to try and keep the man but he knew fully well that he was too slow. It could've been fate itself, it could've been that he was simply too weak but he wasn't able to aid this man in the slightest. He was angry. He was infuriated infact but he tried his best to keep calm. The man lost his battle and that was simply a fact he couldn't deny. Yet!

" Sir. Why did you end the combatant's life? " The teen wasn't simply going to allow such an act to go by him. He needed to know the why? Was it for simply gain? Was it for selfish desire or was it merely because he could? Nathan -had- to know. Killing was a thing. It happened and Nathan was terrified at the thought but he couldn't run from such facts. He had to be brave to face it and the courage to confront it.

" Tell me why and depending on your answer I won't punch you in the face. " He glared at him, raising a fist forward. " Don't you dare lie. "
(Nathan)

Upon the man's cry of sorrow for Ivor. Crow would slowly turn around cloaked in the blood of his frenzy of hunger. From the rabbits which he had ate to the blood he recieved off of Ivor.

"Iv-...Iv....Ivor..." he said softly as tears flowed from his eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me that it was you! Why Ivor WHYY!!!"

Crow would completely ignore the stranger as he would walk past him and pick up the dead body from off the ground. Carrying the charred Arbitrator on in his arms he would then walk off towards Danarium. Passing the boy who questioned him earlier.

"Walk away now. . . " he said as he soon vanished from the boys sight.



(Crow)

Nathan glared at the man for a moment. He wasn't going to state his reason but by the way he was reacting upon hearing the deceased name. He was most likley blinded by his original intentions and killed someone he knew. Either that or he was just some crazy sick delusional bastard. Nathan marked his features or whatever seemed to seem distinct at the time.

It was highly pointless too because it could've been an illusion but Nathan didn't care. What he cared about was what had occurred to the male and the Urayan wasn't going to allow the man to get away with what he had done today so easily either. As long as the two of them roamed the streets of Valmasia. They would meet again and then, then he'd be able to get his answer towards the death of Ivor Lennon.

He clenched his fist in anger and then stretched it owards before shouting out " This won't be the last time we meet sir! As long as I am blessed with Gaizen, my strength will push me towards the truth! Remember the name of Nathan! " He said in a confident tone.

Whether or not the man turned around was up to him but Nathan would simply begin to walk towards the future for now. There had to be a reason as to why a man would want to kill a perfectly good opponent . . . there had to.
(Nathan)