Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160731222417

'"You want it, Son of Cerberus?  Come, then.  I HAVE MANY!" '

Hound lunges. Their blades clash, shards of darkness flying, the sound echoing through the chamber with a terrible din. Hound lunges again, they lock, coming close. He can see into the blackness of Victivius' eyes.

'"Do it!  Do it, and we both die, and the Golem will be left to rot!  You cannot win!" '

He grabs Hound by the coat and slams him into the ground, his hand a deathly chill. He grabs for Hound's throat, but disappears in a black mist as Hound's blue blade comes down with deadly accuracy. Victivius rematerializes across the room.

"You are your father's shame, Marcus.  Weak, and pitiful.  Do you - HRRK - "

A black bolt flies across the room, pushing Victivius against the far wall.

"Hnnng...You won't hurt him, Victivius!  I won't allow it!"

Ibrahim throws raw arcanum, red and blazing, its stream pinning the Lich. "My...urrgh...life is my own to lead, and you won't determine who else lives or dies!"

Victivius breaks free and fires back, matching Ibrahim's fire.  "You already have!  You have sealed your fate!  And I know that in time you will fall!"

It is a magic contest between the Sorcerer and the Lich, and each side seems to know what the other will do, and neither can hurt the other...