[right][h2][color=red]Khaine[/color], Lenuria Ruins[/h2][/right]
[right][@Gardevoiran][@Silvan Haven][/right]

Power without technique was power wasted. With a twist of his wrist Khaine rotated the blades lodged in Bonesword's ribs. The first spun to the side, slicing the skeleton in half, while the second used a vertical spin to slice off his right arm.  The two defensive swords were teleported out of the grasp of the plants, easily deflecting the dismembered skeleton's blow and batting aside his body. An undignified end, perhaps, but perhaps it would serve as a valuable lesson. Considering Khaine was now once again active on the battlefields of the Nexus, he would likely meet the skeleton again. Khaine allowed himself to muse for a moment that perhaps, next time they met, he might find out exactly why this skeleton-thing had abandoned it's origins.

Suddenly, Khaine was surrounded by bright light. Water glowed and boiled as the heat suddenly increased, and Khaine uttered an involuntary curse-word in a long-forgotten demonic tongue. These temperatures were not normally enough to do much harm to him. What to most lifeforms was lethal, he would consider merely mildly uncomfortable. A result of the particular method of his creation, the essence of his being was forever tied to the element of fire. However, these beams had been imbued with the magic of Heaven, vastly reducing his normal resistance to such attacks. Khaine hissed as the light subsided, his external armour plates quickly losing their superheated glow as the evaporation process stole the heat from him. In truth it hadn't dealt much damage. Even without his natural resistance to heat attacks it was very difficult to destroy him using heat, due to the lack of internal organs. But it had hurt a lot, and the divine essence of the attack left him momentarily weakened. It was therefore rather unfortunate that the Shooting Star chose this moment to impact. A moment after Bonesword would have had a chance to actually strike Khaine.

Warrior's instinct warned Khaine a moment before the attack impacted. His swords flashed to his defense, two of them catching the attack before it struck him, but there was no power behind the parry. The streak of light and power broke through his defenses and slammed into his side, knocking him back and through a nearby pillar. He caught himself before he crashed into the floor, but the metal plate on his side had been dented. Again his resistance to heat-based attacks had assisted, but the combination of the two attacks had once more dealt a wound to him. He possessed some supernatural recovery, but the cut he'd received earlier was still healing. It seemed that fighting two opponents at this level was no easy task, even for one as versed in combat as he was. It was a good thing he'd dealt with the skeleton when he did. That made this much easier.

Glancing around, Khaine noticed Saef preparing another attack of some sort. That man was proving to be a significant adversary. Unlike the skeleton he had kept his distance, and adapted his tactics in order to exploit weaknesses in Khaine's defence. Despite it making his job harder, Khaine couldn't suppress some semblance of joy at being presented with a challenging fight. He had hoped to prove his worth in the battlefields of the Nexus through feats of strength and skill in battle, but being faced with an opponent capable of matching him blow for blow made that hard. In fact Khaine had been tagged twice now without being able to land a solid hit of his own. It seemed that he would need to up his game if he intended to make it out of this fight victorious.

A red portal opened, and when Khaine stepped through he was but a meter or two away from Saef. His blades teleported with him, now with all four orbiting around him in defensive formation. Khaine made no move to attack, rather he observed his opponent. Saef was likely preparing for a powerful attack, but Khaine decided to allow him that preparation. It was a foolish move, perhaps, but reckless offense had left him ill prepared to deal with the crafty mortal's counters. Clearly just attacking wouldn't work so Khaine just took a moment to observe, reading the patterns in the armour's seemingly erratic movements. He spoke up, his magically generated voice having little trouble with the interference caused by water. [color=red]"Mortal. Tell me your name."[/color] Something in Khaine enjoyed being challenged, and Khaine decided to indulge himself a bit for a moment. After all, talent should be applauded. In enemies as well as allies. Even among the self-righteous slaves of Deva there were those who could be admired for their skill, if nothing else.