Aarkleon's dance came to a crescendo, an explosion of unfathomably fast movements, it seems impossible that any foe would be able to withstand such an onslaught. This ending is the culmination of all of his years of training, an addition to his D'Qashal that took him years to perfect and master. This was the part he saved for one enemy, Zarroff, the demon who cursed him with the powers he wields. The demon whose power the human wizard used to rape his alesyl mother, Sylhanna, who died giving birth to Aarkleon and his brother, Melcantin. This is what he has trained for, revenge against the demon and his father for those dark deeds commited so many years ago. Aarkleon's fury played out and his glowing blades shrank back to reveal the daggers he used to channel the energy, weapons of exquisite craftsmanship, wrought of adamantine and mithril, deadly even without the energy he suffused them with.
Aarkleon sheathed his weapons and started the walk back to his home in the Sylvani Castle...
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