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The streets here are long and winding, constantly bending, the perfect maze. Many tall black spires can be seen along the horison, and many of the tall black buildings aregrouped close together. Along the identical streets are tall poles, each topped with a gothic looking lantern, barely spilling out enough light for the surrounding area. Shadows are everywhere, and people are scarce. Those that are seen are headed quickly for their destination. The streets themselves appear to be made of some dark crystalline material, smooth and unbending. A large temple is built in the center of this quarter of the city. With it's many buttresses, curving walls, and stain glass windows the color of dried blood, it is the ultimate symbol of the dark. Small statues also line the streets, amny depicting vicious creatures; beware, not all of these are statues. Many soldiers patrol the streets, keeping watch.

A large flank of shadows appeared before him, and Vaarn stepped out of them, holding a long blade that appeared to be made of sharp black crystal, almost like glass. The edge was so sharp the tip seemed to vanish into the air. "That seems likea pretty big if to me Zulu." He said, standing there. "Would you really bet your life on it?"

Vaarn didn't budge as Zulu charged towards him. Suddenly, he moved his hand out, sending the shadows in Zulu's sword flying to the ground, dragging Zulu down along with them. He kicked Zulu under the chin, sending him flying back through the air. "You think to use shadows? Against me? Here?" Vaarn shook his head, his sword still laying silent at his side. "Perhaps I overestimated your skill Zulu. Here," He kicked Zulu's sword towards him, then resumed his solitary state. "Try it without the shadows this time. You'll probably have a better chance." Vaarn shook his head. Enemies could prove so amusing and so irritating at exactly the same time.

Vaarn stood, and in a flash of movement, blocked the incoming sword. He glanced up. "Shadows, shadows, shadows. You really are stuid aren't you?" He twisted his hand, Zulu's sword clattering to the ground as Vaarn brought his own razor sharp blade downwards, missing Zulu's leg, but leaving a deep gash in the ground, the shock wave of which shaved Zulu's pant leg into scraps of cloth. Vaarn easily wrenched his sword from the ground, swishing it through the air quickly, the air itself seeming to be sliced, then readied it at Zulu. "Whenever you're ready to die."

Vaarn turned, looking at the newcomer without dropping his guard. He had seen the man several times before, wandering the streets of Aeishra. Many times soldiers had attempted to catch the stranger, though they had all failed. Vaarn himself found no reason to ever pursue the man, having seen him once or twice in Akakios' section of the city. "I see that the uncatchable have joined the immovable." He said, viewing the man through yellow eyes. "Tell me, what is your name?" the entire time he spoke, his stance never wavered, and his attention was never fully from Zulu.

Vaarn looked at Thanos, still eeriely still. As if forcing himself to turn away from the silver-skinned man, he faced Zulu once more, his razor sharp sword still held out, poised, and ready for attack. "Zulu, we can do this one of two ways. You can give in, and let the darkness completely overtake you. Or," his eyes flashed, "Kri Hana and I will feast upon your blood." The sword seemed to vibrate at hearing it's name, and at the mention of blood, made the air hum with a powerful need; the insatiable thirst for blood and destruction. It had been crafted for this very purpose, just like its companions. Vaarn had forged them out of spite, malice, hatred, and disillusionment. He had given each of them a name, corresponding with the four great Calamities that would eventually bring about the end of the world. Kri Hana meant Death.

Vaarn looked over to Thanos. "You speak the royal language of Nir-al-dat. That is not an easy feat. Yes, Kri Hana does mean Death. I find it to be the most useful of my swords." He looked into Thanos' mis-matched eyes. "And I have always found an obsession in death. Without it, life is pointless, stretching on forever. I have felt what this is like, and so I rush others to their own peace." A flicker of a msile almost passed ove rhis lips. "Not to mention, that no one ever truly escapes Death. One must admire that."

Thanos' head lifted in interest, "You will find that I'm quite fluent in many languages, including the royal language of Nir-al-dat." He paused as Zulu attacked Vaarn and sent him into a wall, continuing once the dust had cleared, "I appreciate your admiration of death. Many people fear death. In fact, everyone fears death, no matter how small the fear may be. But, no matter how small your fear may be, I am glad to hear that you have such high regards for death." His eyes narrowed again, "I have a slight fascination with death as well, and I must say, you've kept me busy over the years, Vaarn."