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Wings gracefully swaying behind him, feet dragging above the air. Despite how elegant he was up in the air, what followed after he struck an unlucky victim with his blades was quite the opposite. Shrieks and maniacal laughter were emitted from the location he was in, SFoTH was always a pretty gruesome place.
The scent of blood thick, to players the place was like a game however to Telamon it was all he ever knew, only fighting and fighting and fighting, usually leaving for a week after reaching his limit. However this time he was staying longer than usual, the place was a mess too.
A familiar face entered SFoTH. A strong smell of blood and the loud sounds of swords clashing against one another was the first thing that hit him. It was only really his second time here at SFoTH and it wasn't a pleasant experience.
Readjusting his jacket beneath the high-vis coat he walked on, going to pick out a sword to take with him so he wasn't left defenseless. It always boggled his mind on why he couldn’t just use his banhammer here since it too was a weapon that he was able to use, and anyway his swordsmanship was kinda ass.
Whatever, just find the bird and leave. It wouldn’t be too hard to find the bird as well since he had already pinpointed a location in his head due to all of the sounds that were erupting from somewhere deeper in SFoTH. He just had to hope he knew the map well enough and wouldn't get lost.
Trudging on, Builderman had grabbed himself a FireBrand. About time he chose something other than a classic sword. Entering the realm, he was now out on the battlefield, using the little mini map Telamon had given him for the next time he visited. Taking side paths that didn't seem too crowded was a good idea.
Suddenly an eerie silence blanketed the heights, soon followed by a mocking whistle, as if prompting Builderman to stand his ground or leave. Well, he had to get that dumb bird one way or another, so he decided to keep going. Now entering a clearing, Buildermans guard raised a bit, feeling that same old feeling of being stalked like prey.
Spawn, Telamon was watching him, wasn’t he? Okay Builderman, you need to make quick work of this and end it as fast as you can. Stopping in place and standing tall, Builderman unsheathed his Firebrand.
`TELAMON, I’VE COME FOR YOU!` Builderman called out, voice booming through the area. He was sure that Telamon heard that as he saw an avian-like shadow creep up from a ledge somewhere above him.
He may be screwed. Snapping around, watching a feather softly flow down from where, who he assumed to be Telamon, was and the figure barely escaping his gaze. Builderman's eyes quickly followed Telamon in the distance, catching up just barely.
As Telamon settled down, Builderman had noticed that those same old bright yellow eyes were staring back down at him, keeping direct eye contact with Builderman. Had he been staring at him the entire time?
And then… A swoop, Telamon suddenly swooped down, right at Builderman… Suddenly putting Builderman on the run, a large grin engraved on his face, he soared after Builderman.
OH MY SPAWN! Even though he literally just challenged Telamon, he came unprepared, the only thing in his hand was the Firebrand. Holy moly, he should’ve stood his ground and met the others swords. Was he using both illuminas again? Yes he was.
`ABANDON THIS FUTILE MISSION MY ANGEL! GIVE UP, RETREAT IS NOT AN OPTION!` Telamon shouted with such bliss behind Builderman, and with that Builderman decided to try something. He quickly turned around and brought his blade up as if to strike Telamon if he didn’t stop himself in time.
Skidding to a stop after turning around, Builderman had his FireBrand raise and the scorching ember burning Telamons feathers and flesh. He had struck him right in the wing, the upper left wing, and the sound of his blood spouting out as Builderman quickly retrieved Shis Firebrand.
In response to his new hole, Telamon simply smiled before quickly responding and slashing right after,
`NOW WE’RE GETTING INTO IT!! BRING ME TO MY SALVATION ANGEL!` Telamon almost shrieked, quickly slashing at Builderman
The two went on clashing for some time, the gritting of their swords clashing together, clanging and the smell of metal and blood all mixing in the air. Deciding to be bold and attempt to worm his way out of this with words, Builderman called out when he saw a slight opening.
`Telamon. I’m done, have I amused yew enough?` Builderman backed off slightly as if to show surrender.
However Telamon kept pushing before he himself replied to Builderman.
`No Buildsy.. IT HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN!` Telamon cried out and lunged towards Builderman, his movements much sloppier than the first time they met, the first fight they fought, the first time their eyes met.
Without a chance to reply, Builderman was back to clashing against Telamon, the one and only, the famed swordsman. Yet, something felt so wrong, Telamon should’ve won this long ago so why is he still standing?
This whole time he hadn’t exactly realised how many openings he had left open for Telamon to end this little game however Telamon was just pleasuring himself, for some reason. He couldn’t exactly put his hand on why he would make him win the sword fights they had every once in a while but he did know Telamon was a little freak.
Telamon spread out his wings when Builderman had stabbed him again, a good hit. Builderman swore he could hear a trill of some sort before feeling Telamon start pressing against his FireBrand that was very clearly burning the other.
Sizzling sounds came from where Telamon shoved deeper into the sword, Spawn this was going to be leaving one nasty mark. As he pushed himself deeper and deeper into the Firebrand Telamon then whispered over to Builderman.
`Heed my cry, Angel, and deliver me to the promised land.. ` Smirking at him, he reached his hands to cup Buildermans face before realising he was a little bit too short.
Builderman blinked twice processing what this little freak had just said, oh my spawn this bird is an absolute madman.
`Vro.. Yer such a freak.. Get off my sword.` Builderman harshy commented to Telamon before pulling away, he couldn’t help but feel a warm tingle deep inside him seeing Telamon be this obsessed with him.
Telamon paused for a moment, looking a little disappointed before he looked like he had an idea. 💡
`Oh Angel.. I am the afternoon sun and the morning star, WHAT I SAY GOES AND THERE MAY BE NO DEBATE!` Telamon cawed out, digging himself deeper into the Firebrand and the other side began to peek out from his cult-like robe.
Suddenly, Builderman felt Telamon's claws start to dig into his shoulders. They spilled blood all over his clothes and soon he felt Telamon's grip tighten. The next thing Builderman knew was he was falling back down onto the ground.
His head hit onto the rough sandy ground quickly, he’d landed on something hard and sharp, feeling something warm and wet starting to ooze out of it and saw Telamon’s eyes widen for a moment as he was held down by the bird.
The feeling of dizziness crept over him, did he land on a rock..? Feeling his eyes shutting on him and Telamon sitting up slightly to see what was going on over there, Builderman let himself fall asleep in Telamon's hands.