Darquebane and Tim watched in shock as the black haired youth slowly rose up from the floor, one hand on the shoulder of his wound as he seemed to be cracking the joints in his neck and shoulder, having dropped his sword beside him when he fell, he looked over to the two shocked felines, smirking.

"Ahhhh....Jesus Christ that hurt..." he said, more to himself than his adversaries as he cracked his neck and shoulder, which let out sickening crick sounds, the blood having stopped from his wound as he lowered his hand, his jacket and undershirt both torn beyond rational repair, the left hand side of the collar ripped in a jagged manner, the connection between the two sides severed all but on the lower half, as the sleeve on his left arm hung like a cloth armband.

"I must say Darquebane, you've impressed me...Its really not often a foe can wound me." he said, smirking as he looked at the black lioness, whose pupil less eyes were twisted into a scowl, her upper lip pulling to reveal her sharp teeth as a low growl rumbled through her thick throat.

"I must say though...You won't be doing that again." he said, smirking as he looked at her.

However, before the black Lioness could respond, a condescending voice caught the two's attention. "Hah...yeah right...," Tim said, smirking at the black haired youth, arms crossed. "you think you can stand up to Darquebane with some fancy acrobatics punk? who do you think you're talking to? Darquebane is going to be the one to kill you, that much I'm certain of." he said, laughing at the man who looked at him with a very unamused expression.

Darquebane herself smiled a bit, it was certainly a stroke to her ego to have Tim around, and she loved him for that as she watched. "heh, to be quite honest all of your acrobatics and flashy swordplay is pretty useless here...though, it isn't your fault, its the fault of the man who taught you." Tim said, chuckling some as the Black haired man seemed to be listening intently, though also having an analytical gleam in his stare. "Frankly, if anyone is to blame for your inevitable death, its the foolish coward who taught you to rely on speed instead of power." he finished, smiling.

This comment hung in the air like a bad smell, and it showed as the youth stared at Timothy, veins bulging in his forehead as he stared in anger at the orange furred feline, before he reached a hand up to his eyes, sighing as he rubbed them. "Dear Oh dear...," he began, sighing. "you sir have done something you are going to regret..." he said, a venomous tone in his voice as he stared daggers at Tim, who laughed, believing the youth's threats to be as empty as his actions up till that point. However, that moment of opening was all the young man needed, stamping on the hilt of his sword, kicking it into the air, before his heel slammed into the ring pommel, launching it like a razor sharp bullet at Tim, the poor fool barely able to blink before the blade impaled him through the chest, a look of shock etched onto his face as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Darquebane was stunned senseless, looking on in shock at her first mate, run through, seeming to wobble for a second on his feet, gripping the handle of the sword protruding from his chest, before he tipped forward, dropping to his knees, and then to his side on the deck.

"Weaklings who dare to make such bold threats, are always the most pathetic prey..."

-To be continued-

oki, so this is part four, took me forever to draw and even longer to write, as usual, Thestros belongs to me, Darquebane and Tim belong to Xendrian Maranmore. have a nice day.