Durzas Mercy

[sion]

Two figures fought in the forest, both faster than the eye can see, a long blade in each hand. One of them had completly black skin, with a few yellowish glowing lines on their face and chest, he wore only a pair of ragged trousers. On the other side was the blonde haired argetlam, sion. Though he fought with a fiery anger, he was still being beaten. A slash their, a dodge here, it was not enough. Sion swung the blade down, but durza easily batted it aside. "Your weakining" Durza said, in a strange echoing voice not unsimilar to dark sion. He kicked sion up and he slammed into a tree sending wood chips everywhere. "Thats one i learnt from the demon shadhee" Durza laughed. Sion remained against the tree for a split second, before falling down to the ground with a resounding Thud.
Durza stood above him, prepared to strike the killing blow on the unconcious warrior, A flurry of white wings stopped him, a dragon behind him.

WhiteFire and Durza locked eyes, mental messages shooting through the air between them, With a nod durza ran from the forest, shouting to ears that would never hear him (Because sions unconcious)

"Consider this my investment in the future!"
and durza was gone.