[Rosekitten]

Brishen wasn't paying any attention as to what the struggle between his sister and Uldric, he was too damn caught up in his own world. Both sides having a few minor cuts this fight was still in the air it seemed. "Why don't you just let me kill you, then you can join your friend over there in damnation" Rhyldrin stopped paying attention to Judith though he wanted to make sure she was alright he needed to focus losing it now wouldn't solve anything. "Tsk you first" He hissed towards Brishen before thrusting forward again one blade digging deep into Brishen's shoulder seeing as he had misjudged the strike.

He growled at Rhyldrin before losing his mind a little from the pain in his shoulder from the strike. He slammed the sword repeatedly against Rhyldrin's blades each time it seemed to cut it closer and closer as to if a strike was going to land or not. This was more then tiring, the fight alone was taking it out of both fights but now they were at wits ends both sides knowing that one or another was not walking away form this.

A few strikes did land from Brishen, Rhyldrin was quickly reminded that this man was fare from sane.. None of the wounds were deep enough for him to care about though, he'd deal with it. "Tsk that's the best you have? Damn I wanted a challenge" He mocked Brishen, why the hell he was edging the light elf on was beyond anyone, it seemed like a foolish move. He had his reasons as Brishen lashed out wildly trying to strike Rhyldrin down. Though the taunt did reward him with a sudden blow to his right side and a sudden crack was heard with the impact.

Rhyldrin seemed to wince for a mere second before forcing himself away from the blade and stepping along side of it to try and aim for Brishen's neck, though at first the strike didn't seem to hit. Seconds later a small trail of blood did leak from the scratch he had managed. Brishen laughed finding this still fun for some unknown reason being so close to death and they both had a wound that was going to get the better of them.

This dance of death seemed to continue on even long after Judith had killed Uldric. Both fighters seemed oblivious to anything around them, though they couldn't afford to watch anything else they were determined to kill one another it was like two animals fighting by this point with wild strikes and taunts back and forth trying to edge the other side on. The remaining troops from both sides were watching this struggle back and forth aside from these two fighting had stopped there wasn't anyone left to fight.. none that were already worn out or wounded anyway.

"Why don't you die already!" Brishen yelled at him before landing another strike this one slamming down on his left shoulder though he caught it before it did too much damage as he forced the blade up breathing heavily. "Y.. you first, I'll be damned if I die here" He hissed out between a breath before he finished pushing away Brishen's blade fully. Both fighters were bleeding heavily and seemed out of breath but they kept on lashing at one another, at this rate they'd end up killing one another without a final blow.

Brishen did after a while give the opening Rhyldrin was waiting for this whole time. He charged forward both blades ready and aimed for fatal spots. Though on the same note Brishen wasn't going to let Rhyldrin have this strike just like that.

Rhyldrin's blades both stuck into the spots they were meant for, one into the heart while the other was in the gut but it was positioned in a way it for sure hit sometime vital. Though bot fighters stood there for a moment it seemed as if time stopped, in the same strike Brishen had managed to force his sword through Rhyldrin's middle, though the blade seemed off and at the moment both sides seemed to be motionless.

Brishen suddenly released the grip on his sword as blood trickled out of his mouth and he fell to the ground his eyes more while they they usually were. Rhyldrin fell to his knees before coughing violently and holding the wound near the blade. "Heh... bastard..." He forced out before coughing again as blood came up this time. He knew that last strike was reckless but .. it finished it. Thats what he had wanted right? The blade was all the way through he couldn't tell if it hit anything vital hell he was in pain all over anyway so it's not like it was much worse with the blade there.

Either way he didn't seem to move from the spot as he stayed on the ground, he was half waiting for a light elf to come along and finish him, that'd be a good glory claim to slay the one who killed the commander. He continued breathing heavily trying to get his mind settled so he could think of what to do, aside from this wound being very bad and that he was probably going to die.. the odds weren't in his favor that this blade missed everything vital.