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"Nay, I have not heard of you friend, nor of this Heswina."

Lan didn't know that the one known as Heswina was the Butcher of the Skies that he searched for. The murdering wench that slaughtered his entire race. He appeared to be completely relaxed, not looking as if he was expecting an attack at all. Though if Truinthil attacked he would find himself in a world of hurt. Lan could draw and return his blade to it's sheeth faster then most eyes could track. It wasn't because he was so much faster, but because he was so much stronger and he could draw it quicker. He was actually quite a slow individual.

"Hair of gold, though a heart black as night? Touches a power that men quiver in fear of? You speak of the Butcher of the Skies, do you not?!?"

Lan was obviously aggitated, because the grip on his sword's handle tightened into a painful white knuckle grip. A low, but loud, growl eminated from the back of his throat as his silver eyes seemed to search the strange individual's very soul. Searching through the individual's soul would give Lan the information of friend or foe, good or evil, threat or by passer...though this information would only come to him if his soul searching worked. Unlike most things, this ability cannot be felt, only seen through the sharp gleen of Lan's silver eyes.

The growl in Lans' throat deepened as the soft scrape of metal on sharpening stones rang through the gardens. Lan's sheeth had built in sharpening stones that constantly sharpened the blade with every draw and sheething of the blade. The blade itself hummed with pure energy and a soft silver glow radiated from Lan's entire body. He would not lash out, not even against the Butcher of the Skies herself, but he would defend himself, if this foul creature of endless hate struck at him first.

"Why do you seek me, Being of Hatred?"

The way Lan spoke the title was as if it was Truinthil's new name. In his eyes, it was...Lan had an odd way of remembering names, he remembered them best if he related them to something large scaled about their persona...in Truinthil's case it would be the hatred without reason.

Lan held a special ability, he called it Repulsion of Shadows in his mind. Basicly it halted anyone with a large amount of negative, evil, or perverse energy, thoughts, of feelings in their body. Truinthil would prove to be the perfect target for such an ability. Thought not effecting him now, if Truinthil took another step he would be struck by an unseen force and thrown roughly twenty or so feet away, a large burn mark would randomly appear on his body. This ability only works on the largely perverse, so unless Truinthil suddenly found a careing heart, he was going to be in for a rough suprise if he stepped closer.

"Being of Hatred...I stand with my own sword, using my own might! I protect those who cannot protect themselves, and you would chose to manipulate me? HA! The wench has done that far to often for me to fall prey to such a trick!"

He wasn't sure, but he felt himself being drawn into a trap. The woman, Heswina, had layed plenty of them while he was trapped under her control, but hew as different now...stronger, smarter, and more powerful!

"You speak of cold blooded murder! Why would I lend my strength to a being who only wishes to destroy?! What proof do you hold that would warrent my assistance?!?"

((Sorry it took so long with the reply))

"Being of Hatred...I will strike you down where you stand if you do not leave immediately!"

The small jolts of silver energy leaping from the tip of his blade, down the sword, and into his body proved he wasn't kidding about using the massive weapon before him. What Truinthil couldn't see, or anyone else for that matter, was the invisible chains that sprung up like vipers behind Lan. The reason why no one could see them was because they didn't exist...yet. Because Lan's abilities, granted to him by the Silver Mother, he could build an attack before it came into existance. The chains would ensare Truinthil, by the wrist and ankles. The energy that emit from the chains would burn the flesh and boil the blood.

((All attacks CAN be dodged, resisted, or deflected. Though certain ones will almost always have an effect, like the Shadow Repulsion...but that's more of a shield then an actual attack, but it does hurt.))

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"GRAAAH!!"

Bellowing out in rage, Lan's massive sword sliced straight through the earth. Cries of pain filled his ears and mind as a long crack formed from the blade. Silver energy flickered around Lan breifling then dispersed. He was using every once of his will power to stop him from bringing the Nazgral out. Lan didn't bother apollogizing to the Earthen Brother, not this time. He had to much to do...he had to find the one named...Heswina. Rage continued to flare about him wildly as he hefted his sword into the air again. Holding it at his side he turned away from the encounter sight and started to walk away, his heavy boots crashing against the ground and smashing anything under them.