CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!
The sound of steel clashing against steel echoed across the room. Devonn traded blows with the cultist leader (whom he'd been tracking for weeks now), his sword strategically striking and parrying against his foe's scythe blade. Devonn fought the cultist like an agile berserker, challenging his foe with a perfect balance of strength and agility.
The cultist attempted to cut Devonn off with his wider reach, his scythe blade nearly pulling Devonn in on numerous occasions for a deadly finisher. Had it not been for Devonn's cyber eyes and combat expertise, he'd have been dead on the spot. Devonn managed to dispel and dodge his enemy's strikes and slashes the longer the battle went on; his cyber eyes keeping track of most of his opponent's moves. Devonn fought with the agility of a swordsman and the grace of a ribbon dancer; his weapon switching from a sword to a whip to and fro whenever he clicked on a button on the handle. The cultist was getting frustrated with the young man's advances in combat, but it was that frustration that would soon be the end of him...
The cultist leader fought to the bitter end very well, his scythe clashing impressively against Devonn's sword-whip convertible weapon. But at the end of the clash, Devonn emerged victorious; his sword poking the chin of the now defeated cultist who now lay defenseless on the ground.
Devonn could still feel the incredible surge of adrenaline rushing through his veins, but he did his best to control both said adrenaline and the burning rage within him as he interrogated the cultist.
"I'll ask you one last time only... Where is your new headmaster hiding?" Devonn questioned the cultist with a strong glare.
"I'll... Never tell you, demigod... Besides, even if you do find him... What then?" The cultist weakly remarked with a smirk.
"THEN I'll see if I can find him a very comfy cell in Thespianix city. Hope he doesn't mind sleeping on the floor," Devonn retorted with a raging glare as he brought his blade's tip closer to the cultist's chin, causing it to slightly bleed.
"You know... I liked you better when you were atop your throne, "High Leader." Oh wait... You claim that you forsook that title long ago, right... Tyrant?"
This jab at Devonn's past caused Devonn himself to start to bury the blade slightly deeper into the cultist's chin, releasing more blood.
"DON'T... CALL ME THAT..." Devonn firmly replied as his crimson eyes began to burn and glow with rage.
"There... There's the real you. You know, it's a shame really... You had so much potential as an overlord. You could've completely changed the world with your reign..." The cultist retorted.
"Then again... You were just too weak to finish the job–."
The cultist was cut off as he was kicked to the side by Devonn and pinned to the ground with Devonn's cybernetic leg; his foot crushing the cultist's chest.
The cultist's bloody smile gleaned at Devonn as he raised his weapon above the cultist's body in its sword mode, ready to end it.
"Look at you... How can you deny the fact that you're still the same old tyrant who once had the world at his feet..."
The cultist's bloody fingers then reached for Devonn's chest plate. Its open tear revealed a long worn-out, yet still visible crimson claw sigil...
The symbol of the young demigod's once glorious empire; The Red Claw.
"When you've barely changed at all?" The cultist continued to remark.
Silence overtook Devonn, before he eventually buried his blade into the cultist's chest.
