Destinies collide...

[Nosdyn]

So it began. Nosdyn remained deadly calmed. Shinsou spoke, the man had charisma and something else entirely. If he were somebody else, he might have been charmed by that man. But he was there on a different mission. He ha d a name for the student now. Felicity...the circle is complete now. He'd come around and close that chapter of his life later on. When he was prepared to face her again on his own terms. Both times ended in Felicity's favour but that would change down the line.

A gusty wind came in once more from the west. The scent of blood and death preemptively in the wind. His amber coloured eyes narrowed as he watched Shinsou. He is going to make the first move...good.

Nosdyn kept his concentration up. He'd managed to HARM Felicity before so that had been a positive development, the humans could get hurt. Presuming they were still human beings at all. As Shinsou threw that imbued dark lance, Nosdyn remained stationary. Nosdyn never had speed in his favour. He was slow and powerful.

When that dark lance was about to connect, Nosdyn countered.

Quite similar in visceral combat tactics to what Felicity tried to use on him too. It was a dance, a lover's night in heated bedroom smelling of sex and sweat. His eyes narrowed and he could practically feel the sharpness of the dark lance impact against his chest. That's when Nosdyn struck. He moved in such a way to test the potency of that energy imbued dark lance. He took the hit dead on. Literally.

They talk too much... Nosdyn thought. Like student like master... Nosdyn thought. At that last moment he felt the impact of the dark lance against his body. He had moved at just the right time that it struck his chest directly. Nosdyn was good for it, he was good for pain. He'd survived being smote by N'Jal directly. This mortal wasn't going to do much compared to N'Jal.

"You already know my name." Nosdyn began. "Now I have yours and your student's name." He was fucking with their heads. He'd grown adequate at that. Ettermire had rejected the demon four times. Including N'Jal's rejection. He was collecting information, information was needed for his campaign down the line. They knew his name, but now he knew theirs.

It was all so sweet a dance.

His demon's blood trickled down his chest from the dark lance puncture wound.. He calculated where the dark lance would puncture him. He was in control of where the dance would take them...he remained calm the whole time.

The bastard was laughing at Shinsou.