Nosdyn's eyes became calm as the man showed himself.

He had one thought in his mind: Let's see how powerful I've become... His muscles tensed up just like that time N'Jal struck him dead on with her smite power. He clenched his jaws and tempered the mad laughter for a moment. He's a flashy bastard...I'll give him that. Much braver than his student. Nosdyn knew that the other man would not fight him on even grounds, but that was besides the point. I'm getting to him, he intends to finish me off. Fool.

He stood his ground, bravely perhaps foolishly, perhaps like a complete psychopath might.

He was testing the full extent of the man's power. And then he lost it right as the power struck him dead on. He yelled at him. "Coward! I survived N'Jal's smite power. What makes you think you will do any better!?" He yelled at him. The attack burned around him, a fascinating display of raw strength and power. Through it all though, there was one key point of the entire attack. Nosdyn LIVED. The son of a bitch survived it, despite the vast injuries he'd sustained. He clutched at the ground of the village beneath him and coughed. He was badly hurt as the steam was swelling off his body, the energy and black toxin of the attack. Nosdyn had survived worse than that flashy man had to dish out, and he would survive worse in the future too. Blood, demonic blood, trickled down the side of his mouth. He definitely was hurt but as long his black heart beat in his chest he would keep fighting.

He coughed a few times, blood splattered out of his mouth. He decided on the spot...No more games flashy man... He clutched his iron mace in his free arm. He began to limp towards Shinsou. One of his legs didn't work and he was dragging it. He had cuts and injuries all over his massive demonic form. But the son of a bitch had lived. He limped towards the man, his opponent. A hush befell the village surrounding them. Nosdyn spoke. "I hope you're not just all flash and glamour. You won't win like that. Shinsou."

He covered the distance slowly, limping slowly, dragging his broken and smashed leg. Black demonic blood pouring down his body. He was good for it. The son of a bitch had lived. Once he was well within ear shot, he began to laugh again. It was subtle at first but soon it was full blown maniacal laughter.

The son of a bitch had lived and was now laughing at Shinsou....