Thread: In the Name of the Almighty - Chronicles of the Past (Razgriz x Karameida)

Ares Ares faltered as she turned his chain against him, his balance thrown off as she darted in for a strike. A fresh surge of agony roared through him as the curve of her knee caught him in the gut, giving her plenty of time to slash at him. He managed to move enough to avoid it killing him, but the blessed metal sliced his flesh as if it were a stick through water. The wound burned as he tried to maneuver away and go on the offensive however, the heft of his own weapon was a slight hindrance, allowing her smaller but more agile swords to parry his strikes and exploit the weaknesses of his attack patterns. Even still, she would find him more than capable of surviving against a goddess even as she would cut him Ares did not hesitate, not even for a moment. No, brutality and relentless assault was his creed, violence his calling and blood his tribute no matter where it came from. Over and over again they struck, bringing once proud monuments of Nanaja's godliness to ruin. A crushing kick to his head crumpled the helmet he wore like fabric, making it more difficult to see and nearly spelling the end for him on more than one occasion where her sword perforated his body. But still, he fought on, his axe landing blows on her whenever he managed to push her out of extreme close quarters. And where they battled, destruction followed. Any bystanders foolish enough to remain found themselves crushed under the rampaging beasts of war and killing that fought tooth and nail against each other. Even as the nearby settlement was laid to waste, their only focus was to be the destruction of their opponent. However, their battle would soon become one that was not just between the two of them. With how much both wanted to destroy each other, the onlookers found themselves being swept up into the overwhelming tides of battle-lust. They wanted to fight, but part of them knew it would be a death sentence to interfere. Even still, the desire grew louder and louder in their minds, the kindlings of bloodlust soon becoming an inevitable inferno in their souls. All warriors drew their weapons and like moths to a flame, a collective bellow of FOR OUR GODDESS! erupting from the crowd. The warrior could see them charging, his glowing red hues narrowing in rage as they dared interrupt this fight. It didn't take a genius to figure out who they referred to as 'Goddess', and the fact that she allowed herself to be worshiped by such pathetic creatures cast her in an unfavorable light in his eyes. Just like your followers, you will end up dead at my feet. Know that I am your destroyer and be satisfied! he barked harshly, readying himself for the brutal assault. What was once a destructive battle quickly became a scene of carnage the likes of which this planet never before witnessed. Bodies fell to the ground, some cleaved cleanly in two whilst others crumpled broken and disfigured. Again and again, the warriors of Nanaja tried to assault him in tandem with their Goddess, but by one way or another they were slaughtered, be it by their own Goddess or by the wrath of his enormous polearm. Soon, Ares' faithful mount joined the fray, helping to protect his master against the encroachers. His powerful hooves delivered crushing kicks that exploded skulls and caved in chest cavities. Crimson puddles and spilled guts slicked the killing fields, providing ample food for the carrion-feeders as the body count rose. The fighting went on for years and years, each combatant never quite able to gain the upper hand for more than a short while at a time, all the while having to stop as more joined the fray for attempts on Ares' and Nanaja's lives. But even then, the damage they did to each other always seemed to equalize. And by the time a few millenia had passed in what seemed like the blink of an eye, Nanaja's host world was in shambles The majority of her worshipers killed, the rest wanting to hide in exile. Scars covered the entirety of the planet in the form of craters and demolished towns, fires aplenty raging unhindered and many of the main water bodies stained red with the blood of the fallen. And before the Goddess stood Ares, his body covered in slashes and the helmet that protected his cranium lost long ago, half his face a healthy mix of purple and blue splotches and his body covered in lacerations, penetration wounds and dried blood. He certainly looked like he should have been dead by now, but yet here he stood, still able to fight. Their weapons were deadlocked against each other, unable to move lest a fatal mistake be made. And despite his unsoothable ire, he spoke not another word since the Goddess had asked his name, for his rage was focused only on her destruction. He strained to gain an advantage, but it seemed she still had plenty of strength as well and manage to hold him off. You asked for my name, did you not? It is Ares, you can take it to your grave he then growled at Nanaja, pushing with a little more force until her blade just barely hovered over her own neck.