The Ochre Dreadfort
"Hit him you idiot!!!"
"I'm workin' on it, hush."
Dust hammer hit the ground hard where the Ranger had been standing, of course he expected him to dodge... not quite in the way he did, but that he would nonetheless. His hammer... was also made of stone, using this to his advantage Dust extended the hammer head enough to give himself the momentum to turn at high speed turning to face Vayne quickly.
"Raise your weapon you dolt." The World grumbled.
"No time for that we're going with plan B."
"Last time you used plan B you broke every single bone in your right hand..."
"Yea... that was before I surpassed such a fragile body... also... I did kinda punch an entire mountain and shatter it to pieces."
"Speaking of which... you still owe me for that one; And considering it's been... uh, thousands of years the interest on that is suuuuper high buddy old pal."
"Oh hush, I prevented that mountain from destroying nearly half the life on you. I think we're even."
"Fiiiiiiiiiine... whatever you say."
Dust has quickly conversed with the World. He knew for a fact his Hammer was too slow to intercept. However, Dust also knew he had soemthing else to do so, his hands. Spikes grew on the knuckles of his Right Gauntlet. ((Reveal: Specialist Style Earthern Fist.)) He leveled it right towards Vayne's blade... a normal human that would have been insane. However it was probably readily apparent that Dust wasn't normal by now. For him this was probably sane... probably.
The Crimson Keep
*Ver-pish* *Crack*
The sound of a whip cracking rung through the silent air. The Crimson Knight held in his hand now a burning whip in the guise of a dragon. "Why... Practice of course. Well not really practice... I will not hesitate to seriously injure you and put you near the verge of death." He tittered happily at the notion. He was standing on the chair he was sitting in looking down at them. "So, what'll it be friends... a friendly duel? Yet another way to learn of those before them."