Tom Lloyd - The ragged man

Distantly he felt a flicker of apprehension as he finally recognised the figure attacking. The armour now was identical to his own, and the sword seemed to tear at the air it passed. Styrax found secure footing and drew on his Crystal Skulls. The magical artefacts pulsed at his command, tendrils of spitting light lashing out, burning furrows through the earth and scorching the moorland grass.

Koezh Vukotic pressed his advantage. Staying light on his feet, he dipped and weaved his way between the savage streams of magic, cutting through the storm with his rage-filled sword. Koezh forced Styrax to turn, deflecting his sword up and catching the Menin lord a glancing blow across the ribs. It didn't pierce the metal, but even as Styrax slashed at his opponent's head, Koezh had moved and cut across Styrax's cuirass, nicking the edge of the monogram plate bearing Koezh's own initials.

Styrax hurled himself forward, using his greater bulk as a battering ram to drive Koezh back, but the vampire rode the blow and turned it to his advantage, nearly managing to thrust his sword point into the back of Styrax's knee, then smashing the pommel of his sword into Styrax's chest. The white-eye saw the blow coming and slashed crossways, forcing Koezh to retreat or be decapitated. He won himself an instant to breath -

– and a second figure flew forward while flames erupted from the ground all around them, and Styrax twisted with unnatural grace, parrying the blow and filling his sword with magic to score a blistering trail down the other attacker's thigh – but his blow was turned by the same whorled armour, and his attacker had already pivoted and kicked out at him. Styrax dropped to a half-crouch, pinning the armoured foot under his arm and punching with his left hand into the side of Zhia's knee. He didn't wait to see if he'd caused any damage, but rolled his body through the air, moving around Zhia to use her as a shield against Koezh's follow-up.

Styrax caught a glint of red light in the air and summoned a grey dome of energy to deflect the bloody fire lashing down at his head. He released Zhia, but kept her between himself and Koezh, knowing her to be the weaker fighter. White swirls danced around her body, exploding into sunbursts of sparks as his sword hit them. She retreated, keeping her sword close to her body as she waited for a chance to get inside his guard. He obliged; smashing an elbow forward as she stepped into a thrust and snapping her head back.

With both fists around his grip Styrax punched her in the chest, putting all his power into the blow. It smashed her backwards, driving Zhia through the air, but before she'd even hit the ground Styrax was moving, striking out as Koezh came at his other side. The blow was parried and he dropped low to slash at the vampire's legs, but it was deflected into the ground even as Koezh hacked at his neck and was stopped by a grey bar of magic.

Koezh made a twisting gesture with his hand and Styrax felt his feet wrenched sideways. He turned into the movement, flinging himself around, and as he dropped, he lashed out wildly, as Koezh turned the blows with practised ease.

One-handed, Styrax turned his first two blows, and stepped into the third, casting forward a corkscrew of raw energy, and somehow the vampire managed to both drive himself backwards while at the same time twisting so one arm pierced the centre of the spiral. With one hand, Koezh grasped the stream of magic itself and savagely ripped it away.

With the energy dissipated, he cut upwards at Styrax, but the white-eye had already retreated and he smashed Kobra down, nearly catching Koezh on the upswing- but the vampire sprang away, sliding backwards across the magic-scorched grass.

Styrax braced himself and unleashed the full force of the Skulls at Koezh, but the twisting cable of uncontrolled magic unravelled, spraying wildly all around while the Skull fixed to Koezh's own armour blazed bright white.

Zhia appeared in Styrax's periphery. The whorled pattern on her cuirass was distorted and buckled, but it didn't hamper her as she raced back into the fray. Styrax stepped away from her charge, taking a glancing blow from her sword on his pauldron as he extended his sword and felt it pierce the flexible mesh covering her armpit. He drove forward, and as Kobra's fangs skewered her flesh he dragged and her side around and lifted his weapon, pulling her on to her tiptoes.

Then, sensing Koezh behind him he tugged Kobra out of Zhia's armpit and slashing left-handed as he moved to the left, away from the vampire's onrush. Koezh anticipated the move and a grey bar of energy caught Styrax's sword before it could cover his body. The vampire cut up at his exposed wrist; Styrax had to lean forward to take the blow on his vambrace instead, but still he felt the sword pierce the metal and a hot burst of pain flowered in his arm.

He dived forward frantically, evading the next crippling blow, and rolled close to the perimeter of flames that was keeping his soldiers away. He felt the sizzle of acid on his flesh: Koezh's sword had scarred his skin again. Now he placed both hands on his own sword and flooded his body with magic to wash away the pain before leaping to his feet and immediately dodging to strike inside Koezh's follow-up blow.

The vampire moved even faster now, aware his sister was injured and the fight was all his own. They struck and blocked and parried in turn, until they locked swords, pulling each other to within a few inches. Each tried to shove the other off-balance in the split-second before retreating, but their unnatural strength was equally matched.

Styrax stepped back first, cutting up at Koezh's hands, checking the blow and lunging at his face. Koezh, the smaller man, dodged with astonishing speed, diverting the thrust upwards with the guard of his sword and turning it into a thrust of his own. Styrax stepped into the blow, catching it on his chest before Koezh could get any force behind it, then slamming an elbow down onto Koezh's shoulder and at last getting him off balance.

Side-on to his enemy, Styrax swung down as he moved clear; trying to chop into the vampire's throat, but Koezh dropped flat on his back and the blow caught only thin air. As Styrax stabbed down, Kobra's fangs met a flat grey disc. With his full strength behind the blow, the weapon penetrated, but the impact juddered right through Styrax's body and the fangs were stopped by Koezh's cuirass – and Styrax had to hop gracelessly back to save his ankles.

Koezh was already striking as he leaped to his feet and caught Styrax's blade as they both moved into the attack, locking weapons again. Styrax, catching a movement out of the corner of his eye, threw himself backwards as Zhia arrived. He gave ground right up to the encircling flames, desperate for space to evade her – only to watch in astonishment as Zhia's slender sword ran straight and true into the seam of the black cuirass, driving deep inside.

Her brother faltered, driven sideways by the unexpected impact, but before he could react, Zhia forced her sword further into Koezh's guts. A gasp of pain escaped his lips as she retracted the weapon and stepped back. Her brother staggered and dropped to one knee, his hand going to his side as a spurt of black blood spilled out.

Styrax didn't hesitate, advancing and smashing Koezh's sword aside. With the vampire defenceless, he cut at his opponent's neck and felt Kobra tear through the armour. Koezh fell, limp before he hit the ground and a sudden silence descended.

'I'm sorry, brother,' Zhia whispered, her voice strained, 'but it must be this way.'

She turned to Styrax, who faced her with his weapon raised warily, but the Vukotic princess shook her head and sheathed her weapon.

'You will have to enjoy your battle alone, Lord Styrax – I am done for the day.' Her right arm went to the armpit where he'd injured her. He could hear from her laboured voice that the wound was severe.