The Strange Cave

The heated blade hissed at Roxanne's comment, Thrashnald laughing as what sounded as... dragon fire? Dragon's fire breathing aloud, inside of the blade, if that made any sense. "Ohhh dread my ears, a drunkard, bastard daughter with father issues threatens my life, what is next?" He questioned with a chuckle, lifting his blade to a stance, facing the air, as if training.

"However,  I fear I don't like your options, here's a more entertaining one." It would seem now that rather than freaking out, Rictofen was indoctrinated, a purple haze over his eyes as he soon stared with a serious, dangerous stare towards Roxanne who kicked him. "Ready? Prepare yourself!" Thrashnald called out as if a teacher, sending a kick into the air, in which Rictofen followed at the same time, aiming straight for her left hip with his right foot.

At this point would be the proving point that Thrashnald's body didn't falter his agility. A straight up back flip into the air, then with the landing foot charging forward into Roxanne as she swung upward still, an easy body shot which he took greatly. A laughter emitted from the Necromancer as he lifted her up into the air, slamming her down upon the other side of him, nearly causing a rainbow. As the Necromancer fell to the ground, he rolled to his stomach, bending his knee and kicking out, dragging himself in a half circle as he sent a fist against the imaginary head of Roxanne, hoping to disorientate her as he stood up, Rictofen's face motionless as the movements were copied flawlessly.

"I wonder what shall break first! Your tolerance, or your endurance!" He joked aloud, gaining another martial arts stance, making Rictofen appear comfortable in this strange combat-form.

"I know."

The flash was given, physically, as Rictofen dashed lightly to the left, looking down with a stagger as he was soon impaled through the heart. The purple haze faded, the chuckle from Thrashnald soon disappearing, standing straight up as he looked to Rictofen with a frown. "Well, that's new." He muttered, sighing as he slumped against the railing, watching Rictofen blink back to life, wheezing as he witnessed the blade he practically launched himself into.

"R-Roxanne...?" Was the only word he could manage to say before falling to his knees, Thrashnald mumbling some randomness as he looked to the two. "Well, that wasn't as fun as I thought." He mumbled, sighing as his hand began to glow purple, now waiting for something to happen.

With that sudden movement, Thrashnald countered it easily, whipping his elbow into the air to let the blade follow, humming with a powerful heat that, if long enough nearby, Roxanne would start to sweat. A "humph" was emitted from the warrior, lifting up his sword mightily, only to deceive her and fall backwards, rolling into a dash as he halted his sprint suddenly, planting into the ground with that foot. As this occurred, he used the force emitted to leap upwards, striking down mightily upon her blade, hoping to force it outwards. Either way, even if the blade was blocked, his foot came out from behind, landing upon her square chest and sending her back against the railing of the temple. From there, Thrashnald launched himself forward, the massive, heated blade leaving a trail of hot, red light behind as it began to come down upon her shoulder with swift speed. If she was faster than expected, of course, she could dodge the blow. If not..

At this point, Thrashnald was seen a bit agitated with her sudden heroic striking position. He spun in a small circle, moving half a foot away from where she intended to hit him, from there crouching down as his blade hummed as it spun crazily in his hand. Soon, the necromancer saw her near to landing, and whipping his blade upwards as he held it in the formation that the blade was pointing behind him. From there, her forearm would've been chopped off closer to the wrist, if it hadn't been the phantom element from the blade, causing her hand to become a transparent purple for a few seconds before it came back to regular form. Thrashnald swirled his blade a couple times, stepping back as he growled, slamming his chest as he waited for her next move.

Thrashnald threw his upper body backwards, nearly falling onto the ground if he hadn't stabbed into the ground, he watched the blade with interest, frowning as his left foot took from the ground as it kicked Roxanne straight in the stomach, backing her up a few feet. A raised eyebrow came from Thrashnald, asking, "Do you truly think you can kill me with moves like that? You should've taken notes on father's les- oh wait." He joked, a lowered set of eyebrows as his sword hummed now with a ice-blue heated blade.

From there, he took a few steps forward, slashing down a couple times at her, expecting blocks as he soon spun around, stretching his arm out as far as possibly, slightly crouched as he attempted to hack into her hip from the left, or her right. Hoping she'd attempt a dodge or to lean back like he did, he would follow that strike with a fist, sent straight towards her neck/face region.

Thrashnald grunted as his fist soon pounded against the ground, his ankles slashed, blood seeping out for a moment, until what seemed to be tiny, strange, eel-like leeches, screeching in a high-pitched form as they stitched the ankles together, still doing a fair damage to Thrashnald's focus as he turned around and kicked her, swinging his foot back before sending it forward, hoping to hit her good.

And off-balance he was, staggering back as soon a stab nearly impaled his head, widened eyes as he watched it soar into the air. So from there he'd knee her forward and send the back of his blade against her armor, soon dashing at her as he lifted up his sword with both of his hands, obviously angered, thus giving her the best opportunity there could be in blunt attacks. His stomach, slightly poking out and just pleading for her blade to spill it.

Wide eyes emitted from Thrashnald's skull, noticing her sudden skill in battle spiking to show what she really knew. Letting go of his blade he jumped back, grinning as he began to breathe heavily, laughing almost. That is, until his hand was raised up to his neck, grunting as he stood there for a moment, witnessing the black blood spewing gently from his throat. "You... you think.." He growled, soon using the basilisk fire from before and hurling a small fireball at Rictofen, soon engulfing his left leg on fire. If left even for a second without immediate treatment, the fire would consume the body, growing ever faster. Using this advantage, a glowing, purple sword appeared in his other hand, striking down in the air  behind him as a portal emitted, sucking in any air nearby as Thrashnald staggered to grab his blade and hurried into the portal, soon space closing up behind him once more, Rictofen grunting as he was beginning to come back to consciousness from her blow.