Well, I hope I managed to make it good.






Clash of the Titans, round VI: Revan vs Taillus

Mehrunes Dagon sat on his throne. The last few battles played through his mind. The fear, the resolve. A pleased smile crept among his lips. Still, it was not enough. He craved for more, always more. No longer could the battles of two mortals bring him the pleasure he needed. He had to find a battle capable of more.

For a moment, he played with the thought of bringing out two entire armies to do battle. Perhaps Khajiit against Bosmer? Persuading those two to fight would be easy. However, any sense of an individual struggle would be lost in a the anonymous chaos. No, armies would not bring him the pleasure he was looking for.

At the far end of the throne room, the massive door swung open. In strode a monster just as big, if not bigger, than Mehrunes Dagon himself. Its face split open into an amiable grin, a rather unnerving sight.
,,Mehrunes, have I seen this right. Are you playing with the mortals again?” It whispered, its voice still travelling across the vast space between the two. Mehrune’s face twisted in rage. Four axes materialized in his four hands.
,,Molag Bal, what I do in my realm is my business alone!” He roared.

Molag Bal created an oversized version of his favourite mace in response.
,,Now don’t be so angry. I haven’t come to repeat that dreadfully boring speech Azura gave you after that little mortal defeated you. I’ve come to bring you an offer. How about staging a battle between gods?” The daedra proposed. Mehrunes lowered his axes and thought about it. A battle between gods. Yes, that would truly be a great sight.
,,That sounds good. Is Akatosh in it? I’ve been waiting a long time to see that filthy dragon’s death. I swear, if he hadn’t given his powers to that little emperor, I would’ve conquered Nirn!”

Molag Bal chuckled.
,,I’m afraid that won’t happen. Remember that the Septim only received a small portion of the Aedra’s might. If we would bring Akatosh here, he would tear you to pieces without breaking a sweat. No, I have two other warriors in mind. They’re not gods, but they’re close enough.” The two Daedra walked to the balcony overlooking the arena.

Two men had entered the pit, a barrier of flame separated them from each other. One of them was hidden completely behind an exotic suit of crimson armour. Even the face was hidden behind a black plate. His only weapons were a pair of simple wooden hilts without a blade. To anyone, the armour and the weapons would look like a very odd match.

The other was dressed in a suit of Daedric. Held in one hand was a massive Daedric battleaxe. To anyone else, the incredible weight of the armour alone would have been enough to drive him to his knees. This man however moved back and forth along the barrier as if he was only wearing light clothing. The man’s face bore the signs of pain and lack of sleep. Madness raged just behind his eyes.

Mehrunes Dagon looked at the two opponents, in particular at the one in the outlandish armour.
,,That’s Revan the Narynn down there. He isn’t very godlike to be honest. Are you trying to fool me?” He accused his fellow daedra. Molag Bal shrugged and pointed at the man in Daedric.
,,I can assure you that Revan has improved tremendously since the last time you saw him. Now as for the other man. His name is Taillus and he is one of my most accomplished warriors. He alone once wiped out nearly the entire of Vvardenfell in one of the many parallel realms, using the souls of his victim’s to further his strenght. He has only been defeated once, and even then the defeat didn’t kill him or rob him of his powers. Rather, he was forced through a portal where he conveniently landed in my own realm. Now, please enjoy the show.” Molag Bal made a cutting motion with his hand and the barrier of fire vanished.

With the barrier gone, the two could see each other for the first time. Taillus looked at Revan with his bloodred eyes and smirked upon seeing the man’s choice of weaponry.
,,What are you going to do with those things? Start a campfire? Allow me to make some firewood.” He taunted and laughed maniacally. Revan said nothing, his features hidden behind the mask.

Without warning, the Narynn vanished, seemingly swallowed by the shadows. Taillus stopped laughing. He turned on his heels slowly, his axe held out loosely. The smirk was still there but his eyes scanned the arena feverishly. The only sound was the howling of the wind outside and the crunching of sand underneath his feet. No, not just under his feet. The sand under Revan’s feet crunched as well.

Taillus spun around to face him. His axe cleaved through what appeared to be empty air. Two blades of silver humming with power erupted and stopped the Daedric blade. Revan stood before him, having returned to visibility as sudden as he’d vanished.
,,Using stealth to fight me? Coward!” Taillus said and spat on his foe’s mask. This act struck a nerve and Taillus felt a cold grip embrace his heart. He made a trembling step backwards, breaking contact with the silver blades which appeared to have grown out of Revan’s wooden hilts. Revan increased his mental grip, causing the heart to beat irregularly.

Taillus shouted and lunged forward. His axe swung down with incredible speed. Revan lost his focus on the heart and instead brought his blades up again to catch the axe. Helped by the weight of the Daedric armoured man behind him, the axe managed to make Revan sink to his heels into the sand as the weapons collided. Revan gritted his teeth as a sharp pain shot through his arms which nearly broke under the force of impact. If it wasn’t for his training and the unique properties of his armour and weaponry, the axe would’ve cleaved him in half.

Both men pushed against each other, trying to bring the other out of balance. A kick from Revan was caught with Taillus’ free hand and he pushed the leg away, causing the Narynn to stumble and nearly fall. Taillus increased his pressure till Revan had to give in. The Axe now continued its descend, cutting a large gash into an armourplate but being directed by the underlying layer till it hit the sand. Revan slashed with his blades, cutting some minor grooves in the Daedric armour his enemy wore before the axe was drawn out of the sand and swung at him again.

Again Revan managed to block, though the pain in his arms had grown with that last strike. It was obvious to him that as far as brutal strength was concerned, Taillus was his master. Revan sought for ways to make some distance but any attempt was stopped by Taillus who kept pressing against his blades. If he stepped back now, he would be hit again and judging by what that glancing blow did, the axe would cause a major wound. Seeing no other option, Revan began to push back, straining his muscles to bring himself as close to Taillus as he could.
Their faces nearly touched each other, only kept apart by Revan’s mask.
,,Since you’re not willing to fight fair, I’ll make your death a painful one!” Taillus hissed.

Light exploded in his skull and he reeled back. When his vision was restored, Revan was nowhere to be seen. He’d used the opportunity his headbutt provided to become one with the shadows again. Taillus did what he’d done last time. He listened for the crunching of sand underneath Revan’s feet. The crunching went further away, out of the arena.
,,Trying to escape? I’ll get you!” Taillus shouted at the invisible Narynn and gave chase.

Nicely written indeed! I'm not sure who to pick... stealth v. sheer might... hmmm... (flips coin).... I don't know... give me a minute... umm... Revan?

It's very true that this is a very difficult battle to choose a winner. But I one the other hand must vote for Taillus. If he wants to, Taillus can still use magic, and once he whips out the Mace of Molag Bal, one strike with that and tides are going to change drastically for Revan.

Brilliant use of adding Molag Bal into this jack. I loved that!

Oops, I forgot to put that in but I thought that it wouldn't be such a big deal. Taillus lost the mace during his battle with Xander. (The one that got him banished to Oblivion.)

A hard one....hmm yes indeed, Taillus is a meanie..but Revie is unpredictable, and thus so dangerous..I..I do not know......hmmm well I I think it´ll have to be....Revie!

Shameless bump. I'll keep the votes open till friday. Then, it is time for the showdown!

Currently, Revan is leading.

I voted for Tallius... damn... I think I misspelled it again!
Its not that I think Revan is not great... it is just that I like the idea of destroying mindlessly that which you do not understand... hmmm... brutal and effective.

Well, I must say that you have outdone yourself (as usual ) Cloudy....a very nice read.

Now Revan, is definately a rather dodgy person to come across in a fight...but against Taillus...well, that mad fool, is way to agressive and mad, not to mention skilled for it to be copletely healthy for his oponents, so O vote for Taillus to go on

Time to close up. The winner is.....Taillus!

Alright, I'll get to the ending as soon as possible.

Wow! Taillus pulls the come from behind victory! Congratulations!

It'll be interesting to see how the outcome will pan out. Knowing Taillus, it's going to be BRUTAL!

You can say that again...(me I just hopes he wears out so that Telina will beat the living sh....hm....daylights out of him :D:D:D )

Well cloudy I must say that I'm looking forward to a brutal(hopefully) and most likely bloody slaughter brought on by Taillus.

Thank you for a very fair and worthy fight. I really do need to explain my sudden absense once again so that none will forget about me. I have come down with a pretty agressive bout of carpal tunnel and it makes typing even small words a hassle for me. Hopefully if I can get around to it... I will sum up the story of Xander and be done with it. I hope to continue being an active part of this forum but will have to rely on reading more than writing. But again I thank everyone for the clash of the titans 2 and a wonderful portrayal of Taillus in his prime.

Jack, I must say that your skills in portraying our characters is flawless and Dead on the mark. I could not have scripted Taillus' actions better even myself and I was the one to think him up. You are truly skilled, I hope you realize this.

It's been too long. Anyway, time to finish.






Revan felt more confident the moment he left the brightly lit arena. Here, in this dark maze of twisting passages, he felt at home. His kind thrived in the darkness. He was one with the shadows, little more than a mere whisper in the air. Of course, being one with the shadows wasn’t that useful as long as he had a layer of crunchy sand under his feet. He would have to find a place without that accursed sand before preparing an ambush.

Taillus wasn’t any less confident than the Narynn. In his case the confidence did not originate from his stealth, for he had none. Rather, it came from the knowledge that any confrontation would be lethal for his opponent.
,,You can run all you like, but you can’t hide.” Taillus whispered and smirked. With a simple hand gesture, he cast a spell. One that made every living being visible to him, even if said being hid under a shroud of darkness.
,,There you are.” Taillus accelerated, only to slow down a few seconds later. A plan had formed in his head, a good one. The corridor branched in two directions. He took the one leading away from the Narynn.

Revan released the breath he didn’t knew he’d been holding. Finally he had solid, Ebony ground under his feet. He pressed himself against a wall and waited, ready to ignite his blades within a heartbeat. Something cold stroke past his leg, making him shiver. He looked down but failed to see anything, despite his excellent eyesight.

Again something stroke past him, this time brushing past his neck. Now he also heard something, a whisper.
,,Save me.” The spirit whispered in a heartbreaking moan. A third spirit brushed past him.
,,Go away.” Revan hissed. There was nothing he could do for these tortured souls. Not while that madman was still hunting him. Apparently deaf, the souls continued to cling to him. Their pained whispers became louder and louder. Revan pushed himself away from the wall and left as fast as he could, before he would lose his sanity. Oblivion was not a nice place, but he’d never experienced something like this.

Taillus chuckled, moving along a parallel course.
,,Can’t stand the people I killed? You don’t want to hear their voices? Soon you won’t just hear them, you’ll soon join them.” He looked up at the wall marking the end of the corridor. He stopped in front of it and waited.
,,Come to me.”

As he left he crying spirits behind the Narynn regained his calm. A wall prevented him from going any further. He rested his back against it and thought over his current predicament.
,,If I go back, I’ll meet those death beings again. If I stay here though, I can only escape in one direction if he comes which means, right through him. If I leave however, I might run into him in a place where I don’t have the advantage. So staying is the best choice…..unless.” Revan dove away from the wall, igniting his blades and shedding his shroud as he turned around.

,,I missed.” Taillus noted slightly annoyed. He pulled his axe away from the cracked wall and prepared to lunge.
,,I knew he was strong but I did not expect him to break through the wall. I should escape till I find a suitable place for an ambush. Except, that’s what he expects me to do. So I won’t.” Like a hawk swooping down on its unsuspecting prey, Revan leaped towards the demon in human form and slashed down with his blades in a cross-pattern. By pure luck, the Daedric axe was in the right position to block though this did not stop the Narynn’s assault. He crouched low and jabbed at his foe’s legs, hitting him with a telekinetic shockwave at the same time.

Brought off-balance, Taillus staggered, long enough for the silvery blades to find their mark. Blazing flames of pain erupted in his knees as the odd swords cut through the soft skin. While Daedric armour was powerful, none of its protection helped if a weapon struck between the joints. He fell on the ground, hard. It was an odd feeling, to be on the verge of losing a battle and with it, his life. After realizing this, he also realized that he did not like this feeling.

Fuelled by both anger, determination and desperation, Taillus dropped his axe and reached for the Narynn’s foot with one hand while thrusting upwards with the other. Focussed on killing the man while he was down, Revan did not see the incoming threat before it was too late. Taillus’ gripped his heel with incredible strength, denting the protective armour around it with just his fingers. A spell flashed from his other hand, striking Revan’s helmet and blinding him as it was burned away by the acidic blob.

He felt himself being lifted off the floor and flung into the air. Stars flashed inside his skull upon impact with the wall. Those stars vanished almost instantly. Only darkness remained, a cold darkness that embraced him and numbed all feelings. Like the sharp pain in his heart.

Taillus leaned against the wall and allowed his summoned shortsword to dissipate. Though still pained by his wounds, a smirk crossed his face, followed by a chuckle, which in turn was followed by loud laughter.
,,Not bad, not bad at all. But in the end, no one can defeat me!”


Far away but still in the same building, Mehrunes Dagon clapped with all his hands.
,,Nice, but if they all start to break through walls, I’ll end up having to rebuild my tower at the end of it.” He commented dryly. He then gestured to his personal guard.
,,Next.” He ordered dryly. Molag Bal nodded.
,,That was unexpected I admit. Alright, I’ll take him back with me and tend to his wounds. Perhaps he can fight for us again later.”

Excellent Jack, Excellent! You have truly developed a talent for fight scenes....I will have to have you guest write soon....

Thumbs up jack! Great Fight!

Excellent!

(Referring to the staging of the fight, not the death of a living being)