Frankie
Tharn Skorn
Burgh

Tharn was like a hound dog on the trail, with a singular focus for all the energy buzzing through his body. All he could think of was finding and killing John de Burgh. His whole being was consumed by it. 

And then he saw him, across the battlefield behind a wall of men. It filled Tharn with even more rage and disgust. A cowardly, frail old man. How dare he try to claim Northwind for himself! Tunnel vision set in, and Tharn moved like a man on a mission, almost completely forgetting about Roryk. He barreled forward, plunging like a wild horse, bucking anyone that stood in his way. Bodies flew in the air and heads rolled as he plowed towards John.

And then... A sharp pain snapped him out of his mission. With a roar, he whirled to face this attacker, only to find Levi standing in his way. Contempt and disgust roared through him, along with, somewhere deep down, the slightest feeling of regret. He should have killed him when he had the chance.

"You!" He snarled, his ire greater than ever over being thwarted from his mission. His yellow eyes narrowed, that singular focus now honing in on Levi. He attacked with a calculated frenzy, driving in Levi much like he had Roryk. He would not make the same mistake this time. He would not allow Levi to live even a moment longer! 

The two exchanged powerful, furious blows, swords clashing repeatedly. And then... The distinct *Shing* Sound of a sword ripped from one's hand by an expert blow. Levi was disarmed, left virtually helpless against a hulking behemoth such as Tharn. 

As quickly as Levi was disarmed, Tharn reached out with his free hand and wrapped it around Levi's throat, gripping with bone-crushing strength and lifting Levi into the air so that his feet dangled uselessly. 

"And now," He snarled, "I will finish what I began before! I will not allow you, nor anyone else, to stand in my way!" 

He drew back his sword, ready to thrust it into Levi and bleed him out like a slaughtered animal.
Carol
Levi Cortez
Northwind

Levi's arm burned with every swing, but the image of Roryk's face burned alive in his memory, keeping his arm up and the sword in his hand. However, as Tharn knocked his sword away and gripped Levi's throat, Levi couldn't help but feel like he had failed again. He couldn't keep his friend alive, nor could he avenge them. As he struggled, the darkness creeped into his vision. Everything began to have a red tinge, and he slowly began feeling himself losing consciousness. 

*A soft hand caressed his face. He looked up, expecting Tharn's demonic eyes to match his but instead his eyes met with eyes as blue as the sky. 

"It's not time yet." Two voices rang out, clear as day.* Levi faltered, clinging to Tharn's hand trying to pry it away. Tharn only laughed, before drawing his blade up to stab Levi. Levi's fingers trembled, almost dropping the very thing that could keep him alive. Just as Tharn was about to end his life, Levi drove the dagger into Tharn's side, kicking it deeper with his feet. Tharn released him, and Levi fell to the ground coughing. 

"Fu... Ck." He said, before reclaiming his sword and facing Tharn again.
Frankie
Tharn Skorn
Burgh

A deep, booming bellow escaped Tharn as the blade plunged deep into Tharn's side, sending waves of fiery pain through his torso. The cold steel blade burned like fire, and Tharn stumbled backwards, gripping at his side and placing pressure in the wound. 

He faltered, falling to the ground on his knees, paining roaring through his body. He panted heavily, his face contorting with agony and sweat dripping down his forehead. Yet he couldn't give up... He had to save Northwind. He had to kill John. And to do that...

He lifted his gaze, his golden eyes locking on Levi. It was just another momentary setback. Once he dealt with Levi, then he could go after John. 

Gritting his teeth, he removed the blade from his side. Not a fatal wound, really. With the blade out, Tharn rose, once more towering over Levi, and started forward. Determination set in, his face going cold and blank.
Carol
Levi Cortez
Northwind

The utter indifference towards life in Tharn's eyes struck a chord in Levi. Levi knew he wasn't Tharn's target, but Levi was going to be the one to end this, one way for another. He might not have gotten revenge for Aleqar, but he would be there for Roryk. Even if it cost him his life. 

Their swords danced in the sunlight; the light reflecting off of the blades glimmered as they swung. It wasn't an even fight, but Levi's speed and utter determination was keeping him alive. For every cut Tharn inflicted, another one of his men died in battle. Levi swore as a large cut opened on his forearm. 

His breathing started to labor. His arm was burning, but he was not going to let Tharn win. A jab to the face knocked Levi backwards, and as Tharn swung downwards for the killing blow, but Levi quickly rolled to the right and picked up his blade again. His right eye was almost swollen shut, but he held his blade back in the air. As shitty as Levi looked, Tharn looked worse. 

But he wouldn't admit defeat just yet.
Frankie
Tharn Skorn
Burgh

And neither would Tharn. 

Where his armor didn't protect him, his clothes hung in tatters, drenched in blood and sweat. Although Tharn certainly looked awful, the other men he had met in battle, well, they weren't exactly still breathing. And his hulking form, pumped full of adrenaline, continued forward against all odds. The only serious wound he bore was the one in his abdomen, inflicted by Levi.

Tharn scooped up a flail from a fallen soldier. Now armed with two weapons, he advanced forward once again. Like a torrential downpour, blow after blow rained down on Levi. He struck everywhere; anywhere that looked the last bit vulnerable was fair game. And he never let up.

Levi pivoted to block a blow, leaving the leg that Tharn had brutalized before wide open. And Tharn saw his chance. Unaware of the healing that Levi had gone through, Tharn perceived this as the weakest point. With all his might, he swung the fail, driving the spikes into Levi's upper thigh.
Carol
Levi Cortez
Northwind

*Block.*

He had convinced himself that's all he had to do. Wait until he had an opening, and finish this man once and for all. But it was Levi who had opened first. 

The initial pain almost overtook his senses, causing him to pass out, but he didn't. Suddenly, he felt the nub on his finger pulse, and the scarred rune on his leg burned white-hot but the more it burned, the less his leg hurt where Tharn had struck him. The blood from the holes in his flesh had dripped over the seal, reactivating the magic the man had cast. As Levi felt his bones crack back into place, he looked up at Tharn, and Tharn's initial shock at what happened gave Levi all of the time he needed to strike at the only opening he had, Tharn's sword arm. With one move he slashed at Tharn's arm and sliced open a gash that knocked Tharn's sword to the ground. 

As Levi struck, Tharn brought the flail around again, but Levi was ready. He brought his sword up and allowed the chain to rip it out of his hands, and kicked Tharn hard enough to make him stumble. Levi slid, grabbing the dagger and rushed Tharn, cutting another gash along his side before backing off, searching the ground for another sword but found nothing. 

"Fuck."
Frankie
Tharn Skorn
Burgh

Tharn was so startled by Levi's, well, magical recovery that he lost his rhythm, and for that, he suffered. Blood gushed from the wide-open wound, the muscle partially filleted from the bone. It was now all but useless, and although Tharn still swung the flail at Levi, the whole ordeal had slowed him down considerably.

*I'm wasting precious time*

The thought hit Tharn out of nowhere, and the realization itself was a sobering one. All around him, his countrymen were dead and dying. Their numbers had thinned considerably, and while they would continue to fight for as long as Tharn did, it was clearly a losing battle. The only way this would end would be...

*Cut off the head of the snake*

His eyes locked on John, once more zeroing in on his real target. While Levi was searching the ground for a weapon, Tharn disappeared into the fray, barreling towards John at a run. Bodies flew in his wake, but he spent little time on anyone. All he had eyes for was John.
Carol
Levi Cortez
Northwind

His cold fingers couldn't find anything. As he looked up, he watched Tharn barrel away from him. Levi stood up, slowly turning to race after him. 

"COWARD!" He screamed as he chased Tharn, barely maintaining his balance between all of the dead bodies and blood that now caked the ground. Tharn's men were all but dead, and the few that remained turned to watch as their bloodied leader raced across the battlefield. Men tried to stop Tharn, but he just broke through them. 

Levi stepped over another body, but he wasn't catching up to Tharn. His bow was broken, so he couldn't fire an arrow. Levi knew even if he had his bow he wouldn't fire for fear of hurting one of his men. 

"Damn." He said between breaths, chasing the man. He finally realized what Tharn's target was as they reached the outskirts of the battlefield, and as Tharn reached his target, Levi flipped the dagger in his hand and carefully aimed as they ran. 

"Die you son of a bitch." He said, before throwing the dagger.