([color=f7941d]Darlien Garandinar[/color], Streets of Artis Port, Praelium)

Darlien pushed himself up with shock in his eyes, he'd hit! And they looked hurt! He pulled himself out of the mess he'd created with his attack and watched as the Dominus stood. He shook off his dazed expression and gave a focused glare. He had to stay focused, he took one eye off them and he would take another brutal attack. They spoke to him again, clarifying her earlier statement, calling his mission a fool's errand. He glared at them in response, he didn't care what they thought, he would do his duty to his parents, he knew that well enough.

Then they shot forth, one hand glowing purple, the other shooting lightning. They really liked lightning, didn't they? Not his favorite, but it was effective, he guessed. He really didn't want any part of either, so he leapt back, leaping his way over the impact crater and landing on the other side, where he would have more time to see her coming, and react accordingly.

He flashed his blade and spun it in his hand, holding his other in front of his face.

[color=f7941d]"You think it's so simple?"[/color] He snickered. [color=f7941d]"You Praelians are rather simple folk aren't you? I don't care how foolish my errand seems, I already know it will succeed,"[/color] he clenched his fist, allowing it to be consumed in flame.

He flourished and pointed his sword at the dominus.

[color=f7941d]"I am Darlien Garandinar, son of Decus Garandinar, he who killed two of your mages alone,"[/color] he pounded his chest. [color=f7941d]"And I will avenge my father, and my mother, no matter how many Praelians I have to kill!"[/color] He screamed, still spinning his blade, though now it was more out of anger than boredom. The Dominus could strike in an instant, and he watched them carefully for any movements.

He was in danger no matter where he was, one wrong move and he could be dead. But he still had to do something, he couldn't just sit there and wait for them to kill him. He decided to make his move now.

[color=f7941d]"Are you scared? Dominus? Can you feel fear? Are you just some puppet of flesh for the Tyrannis to control? To do his dirty work?"[/color] He taunted. Hopefully he could drive the dominus into frustration or anger, either would perhaps lead to a sloppier attack... or an incredibly powerful one that he'd be hard pressed to dodge, but sometimes you had to take gambles. 

[color=f7941d]"Do you bleed? Or is it some fluid constructed in a lab made of my father's ground up bones?! I bet you've so many scars you look like a toy under those robes, are they to hide your deformities? Or just to hide the souls you hold captive, ready to be harnessed to forge another identical one of you? Show me your face, dog! If you even have one! You smell like death if she slept with pestilence, and you walk like your leg has been torn from your body and reattached with string! As I'm sure it has, more times than you remember. Do you even remember your name? Do you have a name? Or do you have a number? Because that's all you are to them, a number, replaceable, like my father!"[/color] He roared, his fist subconsciously becoming consumed in flame.