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"Then fight back." Came the calm words from Aatrox, still violently shaking the girl. "Prove that your drunkenness makes you strong, or smart, or better coordinated." He said.

You're going to make her brain bleed Setaka said casually, showing the stress the brain was undergoing as Aatrox shifted the thing from side to side within her skull. At least give her a chance to fight back She continued, gesturing towards the nearby wall, flickering power at the thing even as she did so.

Aatrox's lips split into a deeply sarcastic grin. "Prove your training wasn't wasted, child." He said casually, before quite literally throwing the girl at the wall. The power that Setaka had thrown no wait surely he'd thrown that power, Setaka was dead and besides she'd never learnt the blood magicks that powered his form even now had weakened the wall to such an extent that the wall quite literally powdered around her, as the girl was gracelessly flung through the thing, tumbling into the nearby alley, Aatrox casually stepping through the hole to follow her.

A dance with drunkenness

Aatrox sat, contemplating the Dance. On and on and on he fought, all within the vaults of his own mind, this time defeating a horde of unwashed barbarians from the Freljord, now defeating a disciplined army out of Shurima or those new morons on the coasts. On and on the Dance went, ever elusive, ever pushing him to new heights of slaughter and ruin, his madness a driving counter-beat to the blood he tore from the bodies of his foes.

"She's drunk again." Came the sudden thought. A figure stepped forward, utterly casual, brushing through the frozen figures from his past and future.

Setaka Aatrox said, deep in the vaults of his own mind. Your ghost should not be haunting me.

"I don't haunt you, old friend." She replied "You haunt yourself. She's really going at it this time." She said, sounding almost impressed, a remarkable thing given she'd been dead for more than 2 millennia.

Aatrox checked the thought-pulse she sent at him, accessing the virus he had installed. Her blood-alcohol levels are shockingly high, Came the intrusive thought from Setaka, You'd better run, if you want to preserve your student She continued, scorn in her voice as she presented the lair's choice; either go help the girl, and perhaps start clawing his way back to sanity, or disregard the girl, and realise the lie that was core to Aatrox's madness, that he was in the right for trying to kill the universe.

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"I have seen War in all His faces, little lizard." Aatrox said softly, squatting down on his haunches. How to explain War to a soft thing like this? he idly wondered, drawing on millennia of experience.

"War is not like a duel, its not like a fight with your brothers or your sisters or your cousins second husband." He began. "War is the face of all the evils of the world, it is murder, it is theft, it is deceit and it is far worse things than even these. Pray you never see His face, for War is a jealous fuck, and he always takes a price from you, even if it's not one you notice in the moment." He said.

"I get the impression that you've seen a lot. What has your mind so preoccupied, warrior?"

Aatrox's eyes snapped open, the hidden secondary eyelids flickering out of sight again. He'd have to remember to change that at some point, he thought to himself. Certainly, his people had been better adapted to life in the desert, but surely not THAT well adapted.

He looked at the speaker, only just covering a start of surprise at the thing before him. Politely speaking, what the fuck, what the fuck, no seriously what the fuck? A dragon with legs? That spoke with the voice of a mortal man? (Possibly a mortal woman, Aatrox had long since lost the real ability to tell the insects apart by voice and look alone.)

"I have seen a great many things in my time." Aatrox said, injecting a measure of calm into his voice, and simultaneously injecting a fair amount of what would pass for strong horse tranquillizers into his system, attempting to reach the place of calm his voice pretended to already be in.

"Attack ships on fire, off the shoulder of... Well it doesn't matter now." He said. "Death and pain and misery, all rolled into that neat package mortal men call War, with such ignorance of what that word actually means."

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"I get the impression that you've seen a lot. What has your mind so preoccupied, warrior?"

Aatrox's eyes snapped open, the hidden secondary eyelids flickering out of sight again. He'd have to remember to change that at some point, he thought to himself. Certainly, his people had been better adapted to life in the desert, but surely not THAT well adapted.

He looked at the speaker, only just covering a start of surprise at the thing before him. Politely speaking, what the fuck, what the fuck, no seriously what the fuck? A dragon with legs? That spoke with the voice of a mortal man? (Possibly a mortal woman, Aatrox had long since lost the real ability to tell the insects apart by voice and look alone.)

"I have seen a great many things in my time." Aatrox said, injecting a measure of calm into his voice, and simultaneously injecting a fair amount of what would pass for strong horse tranquillizers into his system, attempting to reach the place of calm his voice pretended to already be in.

"Attack ships on fire, off the shoulder of... Well it doesn't matter now." He said. "Death and pain and misery, all rolled into that neat package mortal men call War, with such ignorance of what that word actually means."

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Aatrox rolled his eyes at the sound of the child giggling, snatching away from memories of a time when children had been an everyday part of his own life, and not just another thing that ran in fear at the rumour of his approach.

"If she wasn't so catastrophically stupid, she'd almost have a point" Came the idle thought from Setaka. "You spend so long wrapped in your hate and madness that you forgot how to smile." "What is there to smile about, in this hell?" Aatrox replied, as much to the girl as to the phantom in his head. "Six of these morons are armed, and dangerous only for how drunk they are. The music here is about the level of a drowned cat warbling, and you," he said, eyes narrowing as he gazed at the girl, "are going to be very sorry you just said something so deeply stupid."

After saying that, he sent the equivalent of 'batten down the hatches' to the virus still gamely trying to tamp down on the little fools nausea, and began vigorously shaking the girl by the scruff of the neck, rather like a mother cat chastising a particularly stupid kitten.

A dance with drunkenness

Aatrox sat, contemplating the Dance. On and on and on he fought, all within the vaults of his own mind, this time defeating a horde of unwashed barbarians from the Freljord, now defeating a disciplined army out of Shurima or those new morons on the coasts. On and on the Dance went, ever elusive, ever pushing him to new heights of slaughter and ruin, his madness a driving counter-beat to the blood he tore from the bodies of his foes.

"She's drunk again." Came the sudden thought. A figure stepped forward, utterly casual, brushing through the frozen figures from his past and future.

Setaka Aatrox said, deep in the vaults of his own mind. Your ghost should not be haunting me.

"I don't haunt you, old friend." She replied "You haunt yourself. She's really going at it this time." She said, sounding almost impressed, a remarkable thing given she'd been dead for more than 2 millennia.

Aatrox checked the thought-pulse she sent at him, accessing the virus he had installed. Her blood-alcohol levels are shockingly high, Came the intrusive thought from Setaka, You'd better run, if you want to preserve your student She continued, scorn in her voice as she presented the lair's choice; either go help the girl, and perhaps start clawing his way back to sanity, or disregard the girl, and realise the lie that was core to Aatrox's madness, that he was in the right for trying to kill the universe.

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Aatrox tilted his head at the figure. And genuinely thought for a second. There was that one fighter in Targon, whoever Pantheon had been puppetting that one time, when was that? Years and centuries had blurred together to such an extent he sometimes found himself continuing conversations with someone who had died three thousand years ago, thinking it had only been a few minutes.

"A few years." he said, trying to preserve the mask he wore around the girl.

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"Do all children talk when death is in the air?" Aatrox wondered aloud, as he casually spun the blade. Absent-mindedly he checked the blade with his own magics, wondering where the hell the comment on rotten blades had come from, and finding nothing beyond the usual scent of oil and iron.

"If 'shaman' is your word for priest, then I have no tolerance for religion. The Dance is all that matters." He continued, as the casual twirling of the blade grew more and more complicated, as a fraction of Aatrox's true gift as a blademaster came to the fore.

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There was the faintest whispering sound, as Aatrox drew steel. "Snack on this, if you dare." Came the short response, his accent thickening as violence stirred in the air.

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"I call dibs on her skull." Came the flat tones from Setaka. It wasn't just the obvious drunkeness on display, but the awfully off-key tones emanating from the girls mouth. Setaka had always had an issue with singing, the more offkey the singing, the more her Chalicar would spin in her hand, almost begging to be thrown at the poor tone deaf bastard in question.

"What is that coming from her mouth, is that really language?" She continued, utterly baffled by the alien words coming from the girl. Aatrox glanced at the memory for but a moment, baffled. Surely, if this were merely a memory, as so many images he spoke to were, then why couldn't it remember the language of the islanders?

Shaking his head fractionally to clear his mind, Aatrox made his way over to the girl, folk instinctively moving out of his way as he strolled across the room. The last time I came to a bar with the girl, she ended up choking on her own blood, he thought wistfully to himself, wishing for a moment he hadn't been so damned clever and tried to find a new host early, train them up a little before destroying their mind and will and imprinting his own upon the puppet that remained.

Carefully, allowing none of the violence that roiled just below his skin to emerge, Aatrox picked the girl up by the scruff of her neck, letting the girl dangle limply like a poorly folded shirt. "What did I say about drinking?" He said, still calmly, but shaking the girl very slightly with each word as emphasis. As he shook, he forced the virus within the girl to counteract the nausea that such movements would almost certainly cause; he wished this to be a lesson, not a cleanup.

A dance with drunkenness

Aatrox sat, contemplating the Dance. On and on and on he fought, all within the vaults of his own mind, this time defeating a horde of unwashed barbarians from the Freljord, now defeating a disciplined army out of Shurima or those new morons on the coasts. On and on the Dance went, ever elusive, ever pushing him to new heights of slaughter and ruin, his madness a driving counter-beat to the blood he tore from the bodies of his foes.

"She's drunk again." Came the sudden thought. A figure stepped forward, utterly casual, brushing through the frozen figures from his past and future.

Setaka Aatrox said, deep in the vaults of his own mind. Your ghost should not be haunting me.

"I don't haunt you, old friend." She replied "You haunt yourself. She's really going at it this time." She said, sounding almost impressed, a remarkable thing given she'd been dead for more than 2 millennia.

Aatrox checked the thought-pulse she sent at him, accessing the virus he had installed. Her blood-alcohol levels are shockingly high, Came the intrusive thought from Setaka, You'd better run, if you want to preserve your student She continued, scorn in her voice as she presented the lair's choice; either go help the girl, and perhaps start clawing his way back to sanity, or disregard the girl, and realise the lie that was core to Aatrox's madness, that he was in the right for trying to kill the universe.

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Yet more alcohol Setaka thought as Aatrox stalked across the little township his student had found herself in, the sense of badly coiled violence emanating from the massive figure dissuading all but the most desperate of thieves or attackers. Remind me what I taught you again? She asked, a sense of almost impish malice emanating from the memory.

"Drink is the curse of the world." Aatrox said aloud, garnering some odd looks from the few passersby who could tolerate his presence for even a second. "For it lessens our ability to reason, and makes cowards into brave men." "You do remember!" She said, false delight ringing in her words. "Of course I remember." Aatrox said shortly. "I cherished you while you lived, and wept when you died. Just because you never taught me the blade doesn't mean you didn't teach me in a thousand thousand other ways. Now, where is she?" He demanded, once again accessing his carefully installed virus, sending a pulse of magic through the air, subtle enough that only Aatrox himself or a fairly gifted magicker might be able to sense the power twining its way through the air, though perhaps the girls infernal blade might sense something. Aatrox had not consciously worked a great deal of his magic around the thing, for fear that it would activate in his presence and he would be forced to kill a pawn off before its time.

That fear quickened his pace, only interrupted by the shockingly casual violence meted out to one poor unfortunate mugger, whose attempted robbery ended after 1 and a half seconds of Aatrox twisting his every organ out of true and leaving the shattered wreckage of a form to bleed out slowly, having converted enough of the thing that had once been a man's blood into a substance toxic enough that death would be a gift.

Finally, he made it to the door of a small, run-down bar, and entered, eyes searching out the girl even as he strode in.

A dance with drunkenness

Aatrox sat, contemplating the Dance. On and on and on he fought, all within the vaults of his own mind, this time defeating a horde of unwashed barbarians from the Freljord, now defeating a disciplined army out of Shurima or those new morons on the coasts. On and on the Dance went, ever elusive, ever pushing him to new heights of slaughter and ruin, his madness a driving counter-beat to the blood he tore from the bodies of his foes.

"She's drunk again." Came the sudden thought. A figure stepped forward, utterly casual, brushing through the frozen figures from his past and future.

Setaka Aatrox said, deep in the vaults of his own mind. Your ghost should not be haunting me.

"I don't haunt you, old friend." She replied "You haunt yourself. She's really going at it this time." She said, sounding almost impressed, a remarkable thing given she'd been dead for more than 2 millennia.

Aatrox checked the thought-pulse she sent at him, accessing the virus he had installed. Her blood-alcohol levels are shockingly high, Came the intrusive thought from Setaka, You'd better run, if you want to preserve your student She continued, scorn in her voice as she presented the lair's choice; either go help the girl, and perhaps start clawing his way back to sanity, or disregard the girl, and realise the lie that was core to Aatrox's madness, that he was in the right for trying to kill the universe.

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A dance with drunkenness

Aatrox sat, contemplating the Dance. On and on and on he fought, all within the vaults of his own mind, this time defeating a horde of unwashed barbarians from the Freljord, now defeating a disciplined army out of Shurima or those new morons on the coasts. On and on the Dance went, ever elusive, ever pushing him to new heights of slaughter and ruin, his madness a driving counter-beat to the blood he tore from the bodies of his foes.

"She's drunk again." Came the sudden thought. A figure stepped forward, utterly casual, brushing through the frozen figures from his past and future.

Setaka Aatrox said, deep in the vaults of his own mind. Your ghost should not be haunting me.

"I don't haunt you, old friend." She replied "You haunt yourself. She's really going at it this time." She said, sounding almost impressed, a remarkable thing given she'd been dead for more than 2 millennia.

Aatrox checked the thought-pulse she sent at him, accessing the virus he had installed. Her blood-alcohol levels are shockingly high, Came the intrusive thought from Setaka, You'd better run, if you want to preserve your student She continued, scorn in her voice as she presented the lair's choice; either go help the girl, and perhaps start clawing his way back to sanity, or disregard the girl, and realise the lie that was core to Aatrox's madness, that he was in the right for trying to kill the universe.

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"Questions are the whetstone of the mind." Aatrox said gently, attempting to lose himself to the contemplation of the Sai once more. "Questions too, are part of the Dance. Nevertheless, talk while you maintain your blade, hmm?" He said, waiting for the affirming hum from the child before settling down once more.

Unseen by the great monster, the Sai stirred once more, lifting a shimmer of sand towards the meditating form of the form Aatrox wore, a single vision projecting forth from the unconcious mind of the great monster. There, in the flickering heat haze of the mirror, lay the truth of Aatrox; the blood madness that gripped him even now, as he sought a peace that had been denied him a thousand thousand years. It flickered through a million different permutations of the same awful truth; that mighty Aatrox, once the greatest warrior justicar of the Empire of Shurima, once a beloved son of the Sai, was now nothing more than an endless husk of awful, clinging madness and blood.

There was a kind of peace to the self-knowledge, however, and Aatrox did his best to treasure the brief moment of calm that the Sai had given him, drifting off into what could have passed for slumber for the great predator, lulled into oblivion by the sussuration of the Great Mother, and the harsh counter note that was the girl quietly rasping a stone over her blade.

-- Fin --

Perched on a stump, it could be seen that the fighter was sharpening a blade that clearly wasnt her own. Aside from the sound of stone grinding on metal, there was a silence in the camp, one that she had become accustomed to over the months. Outside of training sessions and other forms of tutilege, they left each other to their own devices. Idle chatter wasn't exactly expected, nor entertained most of the time, but a question had been simmering in the back of her mind. One that could make an exception to this expectation.

Her strokes slowed before she laid the sharpening stone beside her, inspecting the blade's edge for any signs of wear, and once satisfied, she returned it to its sheathe, pausing before her eyes flitted to her tutor.

'Sir...do you have a moment?' Her words were quiet, unsure how to break the silence and grimmacing when she did so.

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BATTLE THEME:

BATTLE INTRO: (true form) Come! Learn true destruction at last! ('teacher' form) Remember to keep your arm up this time.

VICTORY: (true form) dead silence, he's already forgotten he was fighting someone ('teacher' form) Good. Next time, try not to use your sword like a yokel, and maybe you'll even get within range to hit me. Again!

DEFEAT: (True form) Finally... Kindred... Take me in your teeth... ('Teacher' form) Excellent, finally you begin the Dance.

ASSIST: (True Form) MINE ('Teacher' form) Child, I assure you I do not need the aid of one who Dances with all the grace of a sick cow.

TAUNT: (True form) I WILL MAKE YOU SUFFER A THOUSAND LIFETIMES FOR DARING TO FIGHT ME. ('Teacher' form) Dance, damn you, don't lurch like that.

REACTING TO TAUNT (True form) ASININE MORTAL! YOUR SUFFERING WILL COME! ('Teacher' form) ...Childish, but some times something like that works on lesser minds.

FLEE: (True form) THIS IS NOT RETREAT, I MERELY ADVANCE ANOTHER DIRECTION. ('Teacher' form) Retreat can be useful to a veteran, for now I choose the ground.

REACTING TO FLEE: (True form) Run mortal! Your doom comes for you all the same! ('Teacher' form) Had enough? Too bad, war makes corpses of the ready and unready alike.

TIE: (True form) How can this be? Try this on for size! shapeshifts into the beeg form ('Teacher' form) Good. A little higher on the block next time if you please.

PERFECT VICTORY: (True form) Behold the power of the one blow victory! ('Teacher' form) Behold the power of the one blow victory. Now, again.

FINISH MOVE: (True form) YOUR SUFFERING BEGINS ('Teacher' form) A good effort, let this failure fuel you.