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

Nanaja The spectators watched as the Goddess and the newcomer engaged. Listened to the metallic ring of weapons clashing, the sounds of destruction and felt the bloodlust that emanated from the two rapidly grow stronger. It filled the air, made the hairs on their arms and the back of their necks rise. Each clash sent waves of power rippling through the entire arena, created gusts of winds strong enough to knock them down. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity and very likely more dangerous than any war they'd ever fought. Just staying to witness the clash was tantamount to a death sentence. However, it was too entrancing to walk away from. They were warriors who served under the Goddess Nanaja, they worshiped the ground she walked on and would gladly throw their lives away in service to her. They could not miss the chance to see the one they revered and feared so much in a battle such as this. And so they stayed and watched- followed the combatants movements as best they could. To Nanaja herself, the only thing she saw or cared to pay any attention to was the beast of a challenger that stood before her. Her first real attack against him was a failure. The moment he had stepped into it he had gained the advantage. Most would have tried to step back or move away, which is exactly why the attack works. But the attack is easy to counter. The fighter was faster than she'd thought he would be. Despite his large size he moved swiftly and with a preciseness that was enviable. She saw his foot come down on her wrist and pain shot through her arm from the force behind it but she did not have long to register it as his foot came up and caught her on the side of her head sending her flying backwards. Pain throbbed in her wrist and the side of her head. It was a sensation she had forgotten, it had been eons since anyone had even landed an attack on her let alone caused her physical pain. And he'd managed to land two hits on her person in a matter of seconds. Another flicker of excitement passed through her as she hurtled through the air heading straight for the stands. Adrenaline mixed with the bloodlust and it flooded her body creating a heady mix that sent shivers coursing through her. She had found someone worth battling or rather he had found her, her desire for the fight was immense and finally he'd shown up. She felt as if she'd been starved and finally offered a taste of something that could fully satisfy her. Yes. A true warrior had finally come. Her senses were alive and tingling with expectation of what was to come. She shifted her body in the air so that her feet were aimed at the stands instead of her head. She saw him whirling a chain above himself, she knew what he intended to do but she wouldn't make it that easy. She watched as he threw the chain straight at her, with the slightest shift of her body she kept it from ramming into her and instead grabbed the chain with one of her hands. A second later her feet hit the stands and her knees bent with the force. In that brief moment she yanked hard on the chain causing him to jerk forward slightly giving her, her opening. Immediately following that she pushed off from the stands and hurtled straight back at him. The force of it caused the stands to crumble to pieces as another section of the arena was destroyed. She aimed right for him and before he could recover she flipped her sword and rammed the pommel of her blade hard into his abdomen and he fell back a few feet. Moving forward she brought her leg up and kicked him square in the chest with a lot of force before he had time to recover his balance. She swung her sword around trying to sink the blade deep into his side. He tried to twist his body away from it but unbalanced as he was, he was not completely successful. She felt the blade slice through a layer of skin and muscle, though it was not a fatal blow. His quick thinking in battle as well as his reflexes had saved him from what should have been a crippling wound at least. It might not have been fatal or even enough to really stop him but he would still be able to feel it. She could see blood already welling up and begin dripping down. He regained his balance and came at her again without fear or hesitation. He had an objective and he pursued it with a single-mindedness that was surprising, his whole being was focused on that one thing and he did not waver. She felt a touch of admiration and respect as they traded a couple of blows, destroying a few more things in the process. She knew nothing of this being except that he was strong enough and skilled enough to stop her attacks, inflict pain upon her and that he fought on even ground with her. There was a slight possibility that he might be even better than she was but that was just a possibility. And that is all that she really cared about. He was nourishing her essence, though he was not aware of it. He strengthened and yet sought to destroy her. And destroy her he might. Nanaja at her core existed solely for War and Lust, which created problems as the lust did not refer to just the carnal pleasures. It spread out in different directions and was partially the reason why her thirst for violence and bloodshed was so very intense. The lust aspect of her while having never been fully satisfied had been catered to over the years. However the War side of her nature had not been tended to in a long, long while. True, there had been Wars that had been waged but not to the extent she craved. Humans were not a strong race not by any extent of the imagination and so she always had to restrain herself. Otherwise she'd have destroyed the enemy as well as those who followed her and then there would be nothing at all. So that aspect of her nature had slowly starved. I would know the name of my challenger she said between the clashing of weapons. She wasn't sure if he would answer, she half expected him to yell something about it not mattering or about there not being a point as she was going to die but she'd decided to ask anyways. She was curious to know the identity of the intruder and it was her way of acknowledging him. He had proven himself above any other challenger simply by surviving this long and so she wanted a name to go with the skills. He would not be one of the ones who would be cast down into the deep well of the forgotten.