"Heretic King!" Limadan turned around as a man called him upon his title. "Or should I say.. King of ruin?" A deep sigh resounded from Limadan. The king of ruin was an insult especially designed for him. Indicating that his powers and claims were false. He looked at the man stood before him. Clad in white armor. A knight from some sainthood that was sent to battle him. He put his hand on the hilt of the zweihander, pulling the enourmous blade from his back, with a slow and threatening sheen. The knight raised his shield and spear. Even though the knight was dwarfed by the Heretic King's appearance, his spear had a longer range than Limadan's zweihander.
And it didn't take a genius to realize said spear was enchanted. But the shield was not. And that was where the mistake was made. He'd break the man's arm with a mere simple swing from his sword. "You seek.. To challenge me?" A deep and low growl resounded from Limadan. "Your god shall abandon.. You'll fall into oblivion.. Join me." He said, readying his blade. "Or have your soul tormented eternally.." A dark chuckle resounded from the masked bloodrager. "The latter is more fun for me.."
"Fiend!" The knight charged forward, recklessly. Something that he occasionally did. He took a step forward, lifting his blade, turning his hand on the grip extention and pulling it back down again to crash down on the holy knight whom brazenly charged at him, spear brandished. Yet, he raised his shield.
The spear slid underneath an opening between two plates in the armor, piercing Limadan's gut. Yet, the reckless charge was accordingly punished. His sword had broken through his shield, followed by slicing through his armor and shoulder, slicing through about every vital organ in his left thorax to the waist down. Bones shattering under the tremendous blow.
Limadan lost the grip on his blade, grabbing the spear and pulling it from his gut. A wound that needed tending. The clunk of armor dropping resounded through the mountains as the dead knight's body had dropped to the floor, surrounded by a puddle of his blood. Limadan held up his hand, trying to harvest the knight's soul.
Yet, he failed. A divine magick had nullified his abilities temporarily. The white light that radiated from his abdomen, inflicting a burning pain, confirmed his suspicions. He couldn't tap into his dark arcane powers. He sheathed the zweihander, putting a hand on his abdomen.
A trivial and irritating matter.