(Okay, this is a story cmmisioned by nitemastr15 who wants me to post it on fa but since I can't post under stories it will be under artwork) Nite kept running. His armor waying him down more than it should making him slower, "what the hell is wrong with him? Why did he start attacking me?" The spell making his armor gain wieght was gettin stronger. Nite took off his face mask, gauntlets, and leggings. All he was wearing now was his scale-mail chest piece and boots, blue jeans, and his longsword given to him by Ratix, god of slayers. This made him lighter, but he stillknew the weight of the rest of the armor would continue to increase. What he needed was time to figure wht to do. He went to the edge of a stream and covered himself in mud and strong scented plants to help cover his scent.

Arcturas ran along smiling. The fact nite begain to run just made this all the more fun. Hestopped to smell the air. "Nice try pup, but it takes more than that to fool my nose." The ash sergal grinned. Of course he could have used magic to find nite instantly, but where was the fun in that. He ran in nites direction readying his weapon.

Nites fet were sore. He had to get rid of the rest ofhis armor leaving him in a pair of jeans and nothing else but his sword. His fur was stuck in matted tangles from the mud. Nite knew he was outmatched against the orb at the tip of arcturas's spear. Nite had been trying think of a way to disarm arcturas. After all, he was nites friend and he wanted to know what made the ash sergal go beserk. He heard the sound of footsteps from behind and turned just in time to parr the blade at the other end of arcturas's weapon. "I tought you might try hiding behind your magic like a coward again." Nite said, faking confidence. Arcturas laughed. "If your skills grow, you'll find out why. But killing you with magic isn't fun. And its ben awhile since I tasted blood along with my blade" nite raised his sword "why are you doing this? I thought we were friends" arcturas replied by swinging his blade at increadable speed, nite barely had enough tme to jump back from the blade but it still cut him across his chest. Blood seeped out and he cringed but didn't cowar down as the blood left and wasabsorbed into the staff. "Should have kept your armor on" arcturas chuckled as he licked the blade. "I wouldn't. Be able to move if I had." Arcturas attacked again but nite was able to dodge this time. He ducked and rolled to the side and tried to hit the sergal with the hilt of his sword. Arcturas easilly counter attacked knocking nites sword out of his hand. Nite quickly regained balance and retrieved his sword just barely dodging a fireball shot by arcturas. "Come on nite. I know you fight better than this. We've killed gods together. You won't beat me unless you strike to kill" "I won't kill you. I wat to help you" arcturas laughed at that "help me? I don't need help. And certainly wouldn't want help from a mutt like you. No, you're worse than a mutt. Your and abomination. A mistake. With your filthy mother and your feral father, you don't deserve to offerhelp to anyone!" Nites expression changed from concern to anger. His eyes blazed with hatred. "Shut up!!!" He screamed charging at arcturas. Nite started hcking away at the ash sergal in a blind rage. Arcturas actually hadto use strength to block nites blows. Nite change mid-swing into a lunge cutting the side of arcturas's arm. "That's better." He sad taking no notice of his arm. He waited for the next swin of nites sword to come down and side-stepped causing nite to fall. Arcturas kicked him making nite face plnt in the mud. He kicked nites word away and as nite rolled over he found the tip of arcturas's blade under his chin. Nite was prepared to die now but ten arcturas stepped back. "Well that was a nice sparring match.a good warm up wouldn't you agree? See you lter nite. Would love to chat but got a kingdom to rule." Arcturas said before vanishing in a cloud of ash. Nite just layed on his back confused and annoyed by what just happend. It was just a sparring match? He asked himself. He stayed where he was for a few hours untll his foster brother, fell, found him. "That creepy ashvala told me you would be here." He said getting out a first aid kid and tending to nites chest. Fell sighed as he cleaned the wound. "You need better friends" nite chuckled "id settle for someone who doesn't try to cut my chest open on a regular basis." Now fell smiled "you're hopeless"


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