[center][h3][color=92278f]The Fungal Knight[/color] vs [color=red]The Blood Devil[/color][/h3]Round 4 (Banana's Version)[/center]

As Saria climbed back up from the ground, the only thing in her sights that she could see aside from the ground was Bonesword, rising from the ground slowly. His armor was dented beyond any reasonable measure, with the edges being cracked in addition, but he was still alive.

And he was enraged.

[b][color=92278f]"Is that all you've got?!"[/color][/b] Bonesword started as several vines rose from the sand, all aimed up at Saria. He wasn't exactly happy with how the Blood Devil had disrespected who he had loved, and to him, that was the final straw. Nobody talks shit about Abigail, and when they do, they learn that there are drastic consequences for doing so. This was no longer about giving the Blood Devil someone 'worthy' of taking her life. Now it was personal, and she would pay in her blood.

Bonesword, barely holding on to his sense of self, stood a short distance away from Saria, his longsword held firmly in hand. Saria made a mistake with bringing Abigail into this. Nobody had the balls to say Abigail was bad ever since Rhine, and he died within a single blow when he killed Abigail. With Bonesword in the state he was in, something bad was going to happen to Saria, but what it was, only Bonesword knew.

[color=red]"Finally a chall-[/color] [b][color=92278f]You shut your goddamn mouth."[/color][/b] A vine shot up from the ground right as Saria began her taunt, covering her mouth and allowing Bonesword to talk. What was once a collected swordsman had been replaced by a broken mind, one that wouldn't accept anything but victory after what she had said. In a way, Saria was kind of excited to have someone that actually put up a fight in comparison to the defense he was putting up before, but at the same time it made her wonder what Bonesword had to say.

[b][color=92278f]"I've fought against gods where I'm from, maybe things even stronger, and while they could easily kill me and leave it at that, none of them ever dared to talk shit about [i]her[/i],"[/color][/b] Bonesword released the vine from Saria's mouth as he continued, his longsword beginning to glow with some sort of radiant green light, capitalized on by the aura surrounding Bonesword. [b][color=92278f]"I respect every warrior that can win a fight without relying on breaking the opponent's spirit, but [i]you[/i]..."[/color][/b] The Lord of Bones stood in a defensive position, a rose growing from his eye socket, and his voice waivering slightly. [b][color=92278f]"You brought Abigail into this, and you used her as a means to bring me down."[/color][/b]

[b][color=92278f]"You hunt for someone worthy of killing you, when you aren't worthy of dying to my blade."[/color][/b]

Saria's jaw dropped at what Bonesword said, but she 'regained' her composure afterwards. [color=red]"How would you know? [i]You're[/i] just a useless husk!""[/color] She was more than just offended, she was outright disgusted with what he said. How did he have the right to say such a thing?! He didn't know a thing about her past and what she had to do to get where she was, and he didn't deserve an easy death for it. Saria's aura grew in intensity as she raised her sword, preparing to make this skeleton pony up for the disrespect. She ran forward with any feelings of resignation being wiped clean away, and her blade carrying with it power that she could only obtain from this frenzy. Saria was sure that with one clean blow, this skeleton wouldn't be left standing to say any more. 

[color=red]"I will grind your bones into dust for what you've said!"[/color] Saria made a breathtaking run to Bonesword, sending a slash in his direction when she got close enough to where it would kill him, but just as the slash was about to connect, Bonesword caught the Red Blade with his longsword, causing a bright green light to rain down from the skies, directly upon the Red Blade. An Honor Strike might not have aimed at Saria, but her sword was demonic enough that it would target the blade, and the force of both the Honor Strike and the collision of blades was enough to send Saria flying backwards, her body leaving a clear path through the sand.

[color=red]"I-is that it?"[/color] Saria asked cockily, like she didn't feel anything from the blow. 

[color=92278f][b]"Yes, but your arm is a few meters away."[/b][/color]

Saria rolled her eyes at the swordsman. He didn't even hit her arm, so how was it a few meters away? It didn't make any sense until Saria tried using her sword arm to get back up, and she saw that the sand beneath her right side was completely stained with blood, as well as the absence of her right arm from her body. She couldn't believe it. He managed to take off her arm with a single block, and he was still standing there with a smarmy smirk while she was recovering from disbelief. [color=red]"... you're playing tricks on me! There's no way you could've managed to block that!"[/color]

[b][color=92278f]"Had it been a minute ago, you'd be right, but then you brought [i]her[/i] into this, and the tide has changed."[/color][/b] The ground under Saria shook slightly as she stood back up, carefully watching the swordsman as she retrieved the Red Blade, it unfusing from her separated sword-arm and fusing back into the grasp of her left gauntlet. While it was a bit disheartening having to put up with using her non-dominant arm for the rest of this fight, she'd gladly use her left arm to face this coward and win.

As a storm rolled over the battlefield, the charcoal clouds and tepid rain helping forward a macabre mood when in conjunction with what these fighters were fighting for, Saria watched as the cutlass that was previously embedded in her arm was yanked out by a large vine that erupted from the sand and flung over to Bonesword's side. Saria stared at the bloody arm beside her as she remembered what she was there for; to win this fight. This skeleton that she had thought originally worthy of taking her life had since tarnished that privilege, and set himself up for disaster. 

Within an instant, Saria charged forward with her blade held high, ready to bring this fight to it's end and claim her victory over this skeleton. She swung the Red Blade with all of the energy and strength she could muster, straining herself so hard from mustering the strength that her eyes were forced shut, and as the blow connected to something softer than bones, Saria almost couldn't believe that she had actually hit Bonesword in his dumb mushroom helmet.

As Saria opened her eyes once the swing was concluded, she was elated to see that the body of what was once her opponent was now missing it's head and laying in the sand unmoving. The Blood Devil dropped to her knees, glad that she was able to bring an end to this fight before she wound up at the end of that... fiend's blade. 

[color=92278f][b]"Bravo. You [i]really[/i] got me."[/b][/color]

Saria's eyes widened when she heard the familiar conglomeration of voices emerge from the almost-silent air again, the voices coming directly from her side. As she slowly turned to the side, she saw a large vine rest on the ground, cut in half by the Red Blade seconds before, and at the end of the vine laid the skull of Bonesword, complete with flashing eye sockets and every bone intact. 

[b][color=92278f]"Well, you got most of me. If I hadn't panicked and flown my head to the side, that vine would be my skull fragments, and I'd be dead."[/color][/b]

Saria was in shock. She still hadn't killed him, despite all of her efforts to do it?! First he had the balls to call her unworthy, next he had chickened out of his death by throwing his skull to the side?! Well, his efforts of evasion would be short lived as he put himself in a compromising position without his arms, so he couldn't swing his Shroomblade or his longsword at her anymore. Saria smirked as she walked over to the skull, Red Blade held tightly in her hand. He couldn't run anywhere now...

[color=red]"You're a real motherfucker, but I'll let you say your last words. Go ahead, you worthless excuse for a warrior, what'll they be?"[/color]

In a mocking tone, the skull of Bonesword uttered three familiar words. [b][color=92278f]"I will win."[/color][/b]

The ground under Saria shook again as a large vine shot up and knocked her back slightly, allowing for another vine to wrap itself around the skull and pull it backwards, carrying it to all three of Bonesword's blades, arranged in a triangular pattern. As Saria watched the skull of Bonesword rise upon a pedestal of vines, three vines of that pedestal splitting off and equipping themselves with one of his swords each, she could only feel one emotion rise above all others.

She felt rage, and it sent her aura into it's own frenzy.

[color=92278f][b]"Come. Let me show you the [i]real[/i] power of the Lord of Bones."[/b][/color]