Overlord and Unkindled

Dark Warrior, Burning Knight

(I own neither Overlord or Dark Souls. Rights to respective owners and unless explicitly stated I own nothing shown. But between you and me, I can't draw for shit so expect nothing of mine to show up)

3rd POV

  All was silent for a moment, each warrior, or in Momon's case hiding caster, thinking and preparing for the first sign of combat to begin their dance to the death. Clementine counting the seconds and watching for the minuet shifts in their posture, Cinder preparing his countermeasures for each in his mind, knowing that Clementine would be nothing but a stain and two halves with a single riposte of his Hornet Ring. Momon silently freaking out in his head, knowing that he'd need to deal with Cinder as fast as possible, and that the only chance he had would be to kill the assassin and then reveal his true form to unleash his power upon the burning lord.

  Cinder moved first, shifting on his heel, his off hand flashing with with a miracle. He learned swiftly that not all the games rules applied, the shield could rest on his back and still use other offhand weapons as long as they were less then or equal in class to his primary weapon. This case Priscilla's Crystal Hair charm tossing out a line of glistening golden white disks. Normally such a miracle would be useless, however in world it's use was changed. A poise breaker.

  Five disks effected by the weapon art or Priscilla's talisman, Touch of Life Hunt, streaked towards the dark warrior. Clementine tensing her legs and waiting for the expected onslaught from the blue clad night. As Momon fumbled to get away Cinder rushed towards the copper clad Clementine taking the curved blade in two hands swinging the blade in a hissing downwards ark, spinning into the slash once, twice, thrice. Clementine leapt up kicking off his shoulder blades and landing behind him.

  She barely noticed the white discs flinging themselves back towards the Knight.  With a deft roll the discs flew back into Priscilla's talisman as the blue knight rose to his full height.  Clementine was caught between the Dark Warrior and Burning Knight.  Figuring the burning was some sort of foreign martial art or skill that ate at his body or mana or something to give him power she figured all she'd have to do for a while was evade him and let himself burn out.

  Momon, capitalizing on her thinking stepped in and swung down with what could be perceived as all his might.  The assassin deftly jumped out of the dust cloud with a giggle, keeping one side facing either opponent.  Cinder hadn't moved again just yet, watching the two.

Clementine: "Ehhh, I'm tired." he bemoaned with a smile.  "Your surprisingly fast." she said looking at Cinder for tilting slightly to Momon "And you have a lot of physical strength.  Of course you'd want to boast about it!" she shrugged.  She let out a breath, "But you know..." her smile left her face as she glowered at the dark warrior "Are you an idiot?  Your just a meathead swinging around a sword.  You making fun of warriors?" she ground at almost sounding pissed.

 Cinder scoffed behind her, making her turn to face him more again.  She could talk shit to him as well, about his reckless attack but she saw it, in his stance and the grip with his blade.  He was baiting her into an attack with his own, leaving himself exposed enough that he could lash out or turn during any of those spins to come down on her like thunder.  It was clever.

Momon: "Then come and attack." he spoke and readied his blades once more.  Or rather, kept them low and his stance open.  He could, theoretically, attack fast enough to bring his blade up into a position to swing with power, like near his shoulders or slightly behind his hip at an angle.  Clementine and Cinder both saw that even an upswing would prove weak in his current stance, not to mention how poorly rooted his legs were.  "You've only been evading this entire time.  What happened to your confidence that you could beat any warrior?"