For days he had been wandering the desert of this unknown planet. Accompanied by nothing but the silence and thoughts of his own mind. This desert was vast and disorienting. Vazeul could not recall how he ended up here, but he would not be finding his grave here. As he continued to wander forward he glanced up at the night sky, a beautiful sight was laid before his eyes. The stars were bright and a few other planets were visible, dormant in space, untouched by any galactic civilizations.

As his eyes lowered back to the desert before him, a handful of dead trees lay in the distance. On the horizon behind them looked to be the beginnings of a forest, finally, a change of scenery. Suddenly a breeze picked up, stirring the sand around Vazeul. Then, in the blink of an eye appeared a warrior clad in a few pieces of leather armor, wielding a scimitar. The elements seemed to bend to his will as the sandstorm engulfing Vazeul began to pick up.

With a hard tug he was free of his cape, he drew his sword ready to face the anger that he sensed within the one before him. With another blink a powerful force was thrown at him, faster than the eye could track. He barely managed to block it in time, had his sword been any normal sword it would not have withstood the blow. This warrior was extremely fast, Vazeul knew the fight before him would be a tough one. As the dust settled their glares met, neither warrior attempting to speak. As the pumps on Vazeul's left arm began injecting the darkness into his blood, his fist ignited in a black fire. With a steady breath he readied himself and smirked,"Let's begin."

Art © Vazeul(Duncan Westheimer)

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