Clash of the Lich King and the Demonic Knight

[Felix Falora]

Arthas wandered around the islands Hellhole, his army behind him. Some Frost Wyrms were with him because their ice would be able to commit to Arthas' plan. A Frost Wyrm's ice could not melt from the temperatures of these flames. Arthas could have them freeze all of the lava inside here. The pressure that the lava exerted kept the island afloat, so when Arthas was done freezing everything, the island would drop. Of course, he and his army would be OK. Undead never died.

[0fenrir0]

Sparda was hiding behind a huge rock. The smoke and smog being produced helped him hid. He looked at the army of the Undead. He had an idea what they were up, and knew he had to do something about it... A ghoul suddenly noticed him. He rushed and slashed, killing it in one blow, but also caught the attention of the army.

[Felix Falora]

Suddenly he was surrounded by Abominations with Arthas' blade to his throat. "And who might you be?" he asked, his eyes hidden behind his helmet.

[0fenrir0]

The disguised demon showed no fear. A burst of flame from the lava revealed his shadow against the wall. The shadow which showed his true form... "You are the new Lich King. I heard about a Paladin that lost his soul to that evil blade..."

[Felix Falora]

"Frostmourne merely finished it. The day he devoted himself to revenge against Mal'Ganis, he was doomed," Arthas, Ner'Zhul actually, said.

[pieandchips]

Black Mage was also hiding behind a rock. "Lich King?" he whispered. He imagined himself killing Arthas and taking that position. However, he didn't seem to know that Arthas was undead.

[0fenrir0]

"And so you want more innocents to fall to your evil deeds..." The knight said. He emitted a powerful demonic aura that send a chill down the spines to even the Frost drakes.

[Felix Falora]

But not Arthas. Arthas was different from them. "Your aura is quite intimidating, but I will not falter. You cannot beat me," Arthas said.

[pieandchips]

"This is getting good" whispered the mage, who was only listening. He poked his eyes out from behind the rock.

[0fenrir0]

"And neither can you!" He yelled. He drew his sword, at which changed chaped to a giant demonic blade and clashed his blade against Arthas.

[Felix Falora]

Arthas blocked and parried. The undead surrounded them, keeping Sparda from escaping should he try. Arthas then took the chance to try and land in a blow to Sparda's torso.

[0fenrir0]

Sparda allowed him to slash him. Blood splattered, but the wound instantly healed. Although he felt a chill from the blade. "Err... Not bad, Lich King." He said before striking him on the head, knocking his helmet right off.

[Felix Falora]

Arthas' helmet flew off. It revealed his glowing ice eyes, his long silver hair, cold and ice like, once a flowing blonde. Arthas spun around and clashed his blade against Sparda's again, wielding it with one hand, and thrust his free hand back. A green skull appeared in his hand and he threw it at Sparda.

[0fenrir0]

Sparda jumped back but still took the blow, being surronded by a green aura. Using the distance as an advantage, his sword suddenly flipped open into a scythe. He then hurled it at Arthas.

[Felix Falora]

Arthas tried to dodge, but it pierced his armor and stuck into his shoulder. Black blood began to flow from the wound and Arthas cried out something in a different Latin-like language. The ghouls began to swarm Sparda while Arthas pulled the scythe out of his shoulder and dropped it to the ground.