Leventis ⚜ Thorin Oakenshield

Chapter 27 : Conquer the Fallen

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Casadon's Erik's P.O.V

"Then what are you?" Azog the defiler taunts.

"I'm the Leventis."

Harnil is drawn from the sheath on my back. I just lost my axe but I'm not prepared to loose what is rightfully mine. I'll end this horror. I'll end it with his heart in my hands. I'll fabulate this fantasy.

"Alright then," He smirks, his white warg snarling; showing its bloody fangs. That's Thorin's blood, "Prepare to die."

My intense look causes me to start running towards this being -this demon. I'll succeed in Thorin's mission. Azog strides his warg towards me. I feel the presence of Kili, Fili and Dwalin. They are ready to fight this devilish inferno. We walk through the fire, they is no way out but to defeat this insurgent. Azog is about to swing his mace into my chest and his warg would kill me like Thorin. But I duck. I do a backbend under his mace with Harnil slice a deepish cut in its front leg. That would cause Azog to fall of his warg and his warg would run.

Sliding across the floor; succumbed with the dirt on my tunic; still focused on who my enemy is. The other wargs are occupied by the specific members of the company. Azog is slow to get upon his feet. His crystal eyes are blinded in the light. In the fire. I walk over in an ominous form, my blade handing in my hand. I'm ready to kill this demonic figure of all possible nightmares. Though I have the warg to attend too.

It fangs are showing, the blood stained them. Thorin's blood; he dead. Another person to avenge. Shame Azog isn't a bounty; it'll be a lot of coins. Like a lot. The white warg goes to bite me -kill me even. But I dodge the attack. How weak-minded. To truly defeat it, I must make it unconscious. Make it feel death; make it feel pain; make it suffer in a way that is unnatural and undesirable. To take time to break its next would lead to Azog gaining strength and then I'd truly be defeated. With the cowering warg behind, I kick it. Not in any place of its body. But its face. The most fatal place. The eye was damaged with aches as the animal retreated to the warg pack.

Azog was mine.

He clambers to his feet. The same smirk is painted on his discombobulated face. What was he planning? More or less, what was he doing? His arms are spread out wide with his mace swinging his hand. I am prepared.

There are some things far more frightening than death.

And I've faced it. He's nothing.

"You think you can kill me?" He taunts, ready to swing his mace. His prosthetic blade was another worry. He had two weapons. So did I. Not thinking about my other sword, I unsheath it. Two different swords. But I'll kill him with Harnil.

"I should have cut your head off!" I scream, the back of my throat now feeling rapsy.

He wanted me to be rageful. Vengeance was the only way to be her successor. He wanted my to feel the anger.

Because it made me weak.

"It's a shame you failed," He cackles, hearing every vocalisation at the back of his throat, "And you will again."

I am on fire. Running with my both my swords in my hands; worrying about my left shoulder blade. A battle cry screeches from my lungs as I charge for attack. Our swords clashes with our might and fury. My ever growing braid lies on my left collar bone, sitting patiently. Azog swings his mace as our swords are still clashing, but I dodge the attack. That's when I forgot about his blade in his arm. Do I have Thorin to thank for that? The blade swipes below my left collar bone, it presses deep past my skin. The rest of my braid from below from collar flies off in one precise cut. Did he just cut my hair and try to take my heart? At the same time?