Somehow the Death Knight, leaped up in the air, over Akuma's sweep. He came down striking the bird man in the head with his knee, knocking him flat for a second. "Any last words Bird?" he said standing over him.
"Aye, buzz off Bonehead." cried a familiar rocky voice. A shard of Earth flew towards the Death Knight forcing him to jump back from Akuma. "I'll handle this bastard, you guys help the others get here through the Tentacles." Brass said, stepping out in front of Akuma. He tightened his grip on his hammer and gritted his teeth. This Death Knight was a terror to behold.
"You fleshings rely to much on each other. You can't even stand on your own two feet, without needing someone to hold you up. Perhaps this is why you are all so weak, always needing another by your side." The Death Knight said.
"Are you sure that makes us weak? Perhaps it is what makes you weak, Death Knight. I don't know who were in life, but I know this, your pride blinds you." said Orpheaus as he approached.
"And the hell do you know, Knight of Gold? You are one to speak of pride issues when approaching my in a suit of Gold." the Death Knight scoffed.
"The golden armour I wear is a message. One that I will cleanse the world of all the blackness from it, and more importantly my Kingdom. Your demise will bring me closer to my goal, in fact you already have. You reminded me why I fight. Your army kills only the weak, the ones who chose not to fight or those that cannot. I fight for all those who won't and those that can't. All of their strength is mine, and every person in Passtrough lends my blade their power. And so do those of Emberdon, Kingdom of the Victonari. MAY MY BLADE VANQUISH YOU SCOURGE!!!" Orpheaus shouted his eyes burning with hatred for the Death Knight.
Brass placed his hand on Orpheaus's shoulder. "Well said Scalebrother."
The Death Knight laughed. "You make me sick, the weak only deserve to perish. The afterlife awaits them." He cracked his neck. "Perhaps I should fight you at full capacity then." The Death Knight snapped his fingers, and forward came a Black satchel. From it he pulled 2 Skeletal arms, as he unfastened 2 plates form his armour. It revealed 2 sockets each with some kind of latch. He placed the other arms in them, and started to move them. "Been awhile since i needed these. You few are stronger than many I have fought in 70 years. However, you all will perish." he used Nero's Sword in one hand, his own longsword, and picked up Steele's Katana. Then from the Satchel he picked out one of a cluster of swords. Then he threw the other swords into the air, scattering them about the battlefield. "Stage is set, now it only needs one more thing, your lifeblood spilling out onto it."
"Fine, I shall not hold back either Demon. Bloccare Magia!" Orpheaus said, activating his Blade. The Bud cracked open once more, revealing a brilliant gold Lotus like before. It cast a Gold light all around the Clearing. It shone radiantly off his armour, causing a strange warm glow to come from Orpheaus, it was almost blinding to look directly look at him.
Orpheaus and the Death Knight charged forward. They clashed, their blades colliding with a brilliant ring. Four blades struck, however one soon left to try and find it's way to Orpheaus's gut. The golden knight jumped back, as the Brass bememoth took his place, swinging his massive stone hammer. The blow was slow and missed the Death Knight by a hair. However, it shook the very Earth, and all in the clearing could feel the power behind the blow. The 2 Victonari fought in sync, it looked almost as if they were the same entity. One side of it, a light quick fighter, the other, a powerhouse full of explosive strength.
Odin watched, mystified by the scene. This was a battle. He felt like he was in one of the tales his father told him of the Paladins fighting the undead menace, however, he was there this time living it. He watched, it was always best a fighter of his caliber stay unseen until the right moment. Odin figured the 2 Victonari had this for now. He looked to Nero, who he saw hovering on the edge of the battle now. His arm was bleeding profusely. He tossed one of his axes his direction, making sure not to hit him. When he was sure he had his attention, he waved him over, putting a finger to his lips to indicate to try and be quiet.