Jayce smirked.
?I thought you were dead.?
?I thought you were dead.?
There was a long silence. The two simply stared at each other. One could cut the tension in the air with a knife. Finally Jayce spoke in his thick accent:
?I?ve come to ensure your total submission, human. The Dark Emperor has deemed humans unfit to exist in this realm, and therefore you are no longer qualified as a High General??
Draven, snorted a ?Hmph.?
?I would say ?nice try?, but it?s not even that. As a general of equal rank, you do not have the authority to enforce such a decree. Only the Dark Emperor himself may remove a High General. And seeing that he is not here, your pathetic lie is quite obvious. So what now? Sneaking away when daddy?s not looking, huh??
Jayce frowned bitterly, caught in his lie. He took a step forward, falling off of the elevated rock and landing gracefully on one foot. He was a good half foot taller than Draven, and the bulky black armor dwarfed Draven?s in every aspect.
?You should speak, Crimson Emperor,? the last words coming out in a venomous, mocking tone.
Draven remained calm and unmoving.
?You will find that I did nothing against protocol in the last five years.?
Jayce slowly began walking towards the man.
?Heh? that?s the problem. I never did get what father sees in you? You and the rest of the humans have done nothing but hold us back, and what happened on that island was your fault??
Draven raised an eyebrow. Jayce was now less than thirty feet away. The black armored Draken continued,
?Guess it wouldn?t be much of a loss if you? died? some time before we made it back??
It took just an instant for those words to sink in. Any longer would have been fatal?
There was a violent tremor as the dirt path between the two cleaved, fine dust shooting to the left and right of each man. A tremendous explosion followed a fraction of a second later in two parts. The half towards Jayce was pitch black, orbs of seething darkness sputtering into the air, the vile shrapnel vaporizing the nearby batches of rocks. The half towards Draven was a brilliant red, spheres of flame bursting forth, blasting the nearby landscape. For a few seconds there was much too much dust to see what had happened in this violent two second time span, but as the dust settled, the two burning red and black auras could be seen pushing against each other?
With fanged teeth clenched, Jayce was nearly on top of Draven. His gargantuan scimitar held in two hands, pushing downwards against the bright crimson blade. Draven was in the same spot he was before, except he was now standing in a small crater two feet deep with the dark Draken?s blade violently attempting to further push him down. He remained rigid, with both hands above to his right, holding the flaming blade horizontally over his head, blocking the strike. His teeth were also clenched with an additional scowl, and his eyes wide. The two auras from the warriors clashed violently, kicking up more dust and stone from the area?
