[right][h2][color=red]Khaine[/color], Oblivion Dungeon - [/h2][/right]
[right][@Lonewolf685][@KoL][/right]

Within his heart? Hmph. Another sentimental message, as there were so many among mortal races. His heart was forged from the blood and flesh of Baal, each beat powered by the tormented souls of the innocent. It was not a place of kindness, nor a key to anything but deeper darkness. It was this heart that bound him to war, to the slaughter of his enemies, and it was this heart he attempted to overcome. With his mind and his will he would fight that which gave him life, he would fight for the peaceful death he was due. But to explain such a thing to this deluded dragon girl was a waste of time, their lifetime would be over before he was done. If ever he even found the words.

As he was about to push past her, he heard something. A slithering, a sliding, a chittering. The clamouring of souls, the thrum of violence, the keen edge of bloodlust. He turned as a blur to be faced by a phantom racing from the dark, his keen senses warning of this danger moments before it confronted him. And he knew that he was all that stood between this creature and the thing behind him. Without thought he called upon his powers, and a wall of steel barbs shot out from the ground. Interlocking bars covered in superheated barbs, forged from a magically enhanced alloy. Similar walls erupted from the ground besides and behind this strange threat, shooting off into the sky and bending to meet at the top. A cage had formed out of nowhere, sizzling as if with rage. Despite the relative thinness of the bars they could hold a rampaging elephant, although Khaine somehow doubted if this would hold the phantom.

A quick gesture and a flash of red light brought a bow to his hand, a large construct of demonic metals and metallic wires. A large red and yellow eye blinked once, before focusing on it's target. As Khaine pulled back the string the entire bow seemed to creak and groan, and even the superhuman demon seemed to be exerting himself by holding this thing drawn. A jet black arrow, tip glowing white with heat, seemed to materialise in the bow as it reached maximum draw. This was one of Khaine's proper weapons, the Soulstealer. It was certainly a fearsome weapon, for a bow.

Of course, Khaine had just one thing to say. [color=red]"Surrender"[/color]