Xathanael the Fallen
The Fallen Xathanael (a.k.a. Xath)
"Soaix, you have done as much as you can Ishloon. It is time for me to take over and push it to the next era." Xathanael called, as he pulls the sword from its place of rest. "The time is nigh. I challenge you for your throne." The chambers hushed as Xathanael pointed the tip of his sword at Soaix and nodded.
Soaix, the god of warriors, looks at Xathanael, "Are you sure you want these responsibilities? Are you sure you CAN push Ishloon in to the next era?" The stunningly stout god stands and points out the window while walking forward, "Are you sure you can win?" He stops with the point of the sword is inches from his face, still focused in Xathanael. Xathanael swallows hard and nods.
The end of the third nod, Xathanael takes a massive hammer blow across his face sending him across the room crashing into a solid stone column. Before even having time to look up, Soaix was airborne with his war hammer overhead ready for another strike. Xathanael rolled out of the way as the hammer crashes to the marble tile.
Stumbling to his feet Xathanael turns to Soaix, just to have Soaix's shoulder collide with his abdomen. Soaix carried Xathanael to the closest in his path, that was one of the great marble walls of the god's palace. Even-though three feet thick, Xathanael went through the wall like it was made of twigs. Dazed, he rolled around, coughing up blood, grasping for things that only he could see.
Soaix walks up to Xathanael and kneels down to a knee. "Child, you are ready." he pats Xathanael's head, then grabs a handful of hair and pick him up. "There," Soaix turns to the great glass window in the main hall. "Ishloon. If you think you can, push it from there. Prove to me that you even deserve to be in my presence."
With a spin, Soaix flung Xathanael, still by his hair, through the glass window straight toward Ishloon.
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