Xerxes
Rayne grabbed the cutlass from Dirk's hand, sliding the blade across his palm seamlessly, as if he was an expert. By no means was he and expert, but his body seemed to know the movements. Information poured into his head, understanding of the blades reach and how to wield it also came forth. Making a small 'O' with his mouth, he thrust the blade into the air, allowing the sunlight to reflect of the metal blade.
"Let me..." as voice suddenly whispered in his head.
It wasn't his own. His eyes widened in horror, not now of all times. He would kill Dirk, he would show no mercy. He would cut everyone on the boat to little pieces and laugh as he blew he last remains of thier bodies to he depths of the ocean. Rayne struggled to push the voice back but he was weak, tired, and in pain, the perfect time to strike.
"Damn you…Xerxes…" he mumbled angrily.
"Don't worry…I'll only play with him…" it said slyly.
Suddenly Rayne screamed, his head felt as if it was going to spilt open. Them suddenly, he went silent, his body went limp and fell to the floor. But his foot flew forward, catching his falling body, throwing him into lunging position. It was silent for a few seconds, and he remained still. Slowly, he looked up at Dirk, his once unusual light red eyes now bloody crimson under is matted hair. His whole demeanor changed, and killing intent wafted through the ship.
"I'm baaackkk." he slurred before darting at Dirk like a snake. His arm whipped forward, performing a series of quick thrusts at Dirk's arms and legs. The thrusts were fast, but were capable of being dodged.
"If you don't dodge or parry, I'll first take your legs, then your arms, and then you stomach. I'll be sure to peel the skin off your face slowly!"he cackled, he blade thrusts becoming faster. He seemed to be taking this to seriously to be just a training session.
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