Of scars and fallen immortals

Raven stood facing the window inside of the Ragalian royal palace, staring out of the glass at the pristine white landscape of the ragalian capital. Completeley white except for the thick black smoke that poured from the roofs and chimneys of the houses below, betraying the innocent blanket of snow that covered the city.

Raven had thought long and hard about what he was about to do, and he had finnaly arrived at the answer. The consequences of thsi answer could very well be great, but it nedded to be done... Rufus had to die.
He had to for the good of this world. Raven had seen first hand the monsters that had been born from the dark and hidden pits of Ragalia. He had seen the ruthlessness of the attacks, and the lives of dead and dying innocents bleeding away in the monsters wake.

But more importanatly to Raven, killing Rufus would be best for his own ambitions.
Raven had begun to wonder shortly after he had arrived here how Rufus would return him to his world. As time passed, Raven began to wonder if such a method existed. Lately he had come to grips with the fact that it was very likely that such a method did not exist, and that he very well may never return. But if he killed Rufus...perhaps the method that Rufus had been keeping hidden might come to light.
It was all Raven could count on, he could not wait for this war to end...He could no longer stand it. And the longer he stayed here the less time he would have in his own world. Less time to fufill his promise.

Rufus hated Raven.

He was constantly aware that Raven did not cooperate with out of choice, but of necessity, and it was much the same for Rufus. Raven was nought but a tool to acomplish his ambitions. But it was a dangerous relationship. Raven was infamous for breaking orders or comprimising missions if he did not see "relavency" in its completion. Also, Rufus knew that Raven could easily leave whenever he pleased. And he was very much aware of how dangerous an enemy Raven would make. So after much deliberation Rufus had decided, Raven needed to die.

Rufus would miss such a powerful tool, but he was begining to become to dangerous to keep around otherwise. Raven was the only real obstacle in way of his ambition should all other plans suceed. He needed to be disposed of.

Rufus strode down the corridor where Raven stood staring out of the window. Behind him stood six heavily armored elite gaurd, each carried a kite shield and spear. Heavy maces hung from thier belts. Raven turned as the armor figures approached, arms crossing over his chest.
"Rufus..." Raven regarded the man coldly. Rufus smiled.
"Raven, I have called you here today because...well let me just get to the point." Rufus gave a small motion with his hand and four of the six armours moved forward towards Raven. "I need you to die for me. It would be much easier for bith of us if you didn't make a scene out of it."

Raven had instantly knew something was wrong when Rufus had arrived with six gaurds, One or two was normal, but six armed gaurds made raven perfectly aware of what was going on before Rufus had even begun to speak.

The first gaurd approached attacking raven on his left side. Fool. With a quick flick of his arm raven withdrew the knife behind his thigh and threw it, impaling the man in the unarmoured throat. As the first fell a second came, shiel ready refusing to be met by a similar fate. Raven lept pounding the mans shiels with a kick, throwing him off balance. Upon landing Raven drew another knife throwing it into the slit in the mans helmet. Crimson sparayed from the slit and from the base of the helmet as the man screamed, backing up. Blinded by blade and blood the man did not see as he tripped into the window shattering the glass and tumbling from the tower to his death.
The third gaurd approached Raven from behind thrusting fiercley. Raven spun out of the way, drawing his blade and slashing the man in the leg. As the third gaurd fell to a knee with a grunt the fourth attempted to flank Raven, with a thrust of his own, Raven side stepped as the lance blade hooked his shirt ripping the thin material, an intentional move by Raven. Raven backpeddled ripping the torn shirt from his torso as black wings sprung forth from his back. He dashed towards the forth gaurd, slashing the gaurd blocked it with his shield, but Raven pivoted to his right delivering a wicked punch to the gaurds throat. The gaurd, stunned was caught of gaurd as Raven's foot swept his own from under him, the wieght of the armor and shield sending him falling to the ground. The metalic thud as the gaurd hit floor was followed by meatlic twang and then a grunt as Raven's blade pierced the downed gaurds back, ending his life.
The third gaurd had since then recovered and wih a cry rushed Raven, but his injured leg made him slow, and Raven easily avoided the clumsy thrust, his free hand wrapping around the mans throat. He promptly threw him into the corridor wall, Raven followed by thrusting his blade into the side of the man's head. There was another metallic thump as the final dead gaurd fell to the floor. Raven urned to face Rufus and the remaining two gaurds, but footsteps from behind averted his attention. Raven turned to see four riflemen fall into fireing position on the opposite end of the corridor. Raven braced himself as the bullets pierced arms and wings. His hands shimmered with blue light as the gaurdain blades appeared. Raven quickly sent a wave of flame at the rifleman effectively setting them on aflame. As thier screams filled the corridor Raven turned to refave Rufus, but as he soon saw a new quartet of armoured soldiers and light armoured figters had arrived. Rufus smiled at Raven, cold and bitter as the winds of Ragalia. It was only JUST begining.

(To be continued Im sleepy -____-)