Infanticide Gear Rising

[NikolaNeiju]

One young Rhoynish to face them all, as the rumors tell. He wielded lighting magic not seen before, each cackle of lighting was booming with blood-red energy.

What caused the brawl? Perhaps an argument, or a challenge. Eitherway... Abel's road to challenge the entire group was cut short after he defeated the second teenager, as another Rhoynish appeared.

Taking him by surprise and driving him out of the location. Though, he'd speak out before eventually being forced out by the other Rhoynish.

"I thank ye'  for showing that I've fought for a hollow reason, although I haven't gotten round' to challengin' others. At least I know now what me and my blade yearns for."

"Bloodshed."


"Maybe that's why I kept losing, cause' I strive to protect others... But I ain't no protector. Maybe I pretended bein' one."

"'nough said tho'... This ain't our last dance. I'll restore my honor, and my family's legacy, my dead clan's legacy."

With that said? He disappeared, covered by the canopy of trees surrounding the area, leaving his rivals to ponder, or to rest after the long seiries of battles.

What was known for sure, it wasn't the last time that the vanirs and rhoynur seen of him. He would come back, eventually. And they'd clash blades and magic, again.

As they would always do.