Hunted Part: 9

Dewach stalked forward gathering his enormous poleaxe as he did so. He hefted the weapon onto to his massive shoulder, the haft bending slightly under the tremendous weight of the blade. He walked slowly but his large stride covered the slight distance to his prey quickly.
Lucian continued to smile coldly. No mirth touched the eyes that locked onto his foes. He began to press and pack the soil beneath his feet slightly, while hunching slightly and bringing his hands upwards as if to wrestle the behemoth before him.
Dewach chuckled deeply at the sight. Sometimes he played with his prey but not today. Something in the manner of movements of his enemy told him to finish this quickly. Play with what's left but after it was dead.
They stood there a moment. Staring. In large battles or once fighting had started hesitation would kill you but one on one...fighting an unknown foe...patience was your ally. Sometimes it all came down to who blinked first.
Lucian let the smile fade from his face though a contemptuous curl of his lip remained. Slowly he let his eyes close, almost as if he was unaware or uncaring of the horror that stood before him.
Dewach wasted no time in taking advantage of his foes foolishness. With a deep throated growl he swung the huge weapon in his hands forward. The speed was so great the handle bent further under the strain, the massive blade at the end racing to catch up. There was a distinctive roar of wind as it sliced through the air travelling at a blur.
Lucian dropped down and dove forward tucking his shoulder into the turf and rolling as he hit. He let his roll carry him back to his feet bringing him to the immediate side of the brute. Once there he spun on his toes and dove away again to the immediate left of his enemy.
Dewach's huge weapon slammed into the earth once again missing his target. Without wasting a time Dewach swung around to catch his foe across the back as he finished his second roll.
Greenish blood splashed heavily along Lucian's back. Dewach stared at the image confused that it wasn't his weapon crushing through this tiny fool. Looking back to where he had initially struck he saw his weapon still there...both of his hands also remained still griping the handle fiercely.
Glancing downwards his gaze feel upon the stumps at the ends of his arms...cleanly cut...blood pumping outwards with each squeeze of his large heart.
Lucian turned slowly to face his foe his eyes now opening just as slowly as they had closed. "Thank you for the return of my blade creature. It is one of my most precious possessions." Gripped lightly in an underhand position the curved blade of his sword Bushido glistened with blood of his foe.
"Now if you would allow me to collect my scabbard...I'll let you live....or kill you quickly. Whichever you choose." A smile curled from his lips slyly.
Dewach looked at him a moment longer. Then he began to laugh. Slowly and deep came his laughter like the thunder promising a storm.
He reached his bleeding stumps towards his hands and the blood pumping outwards seemed to leap at the severed hands. First splashing the handle and then leaping almost into the hands themselves. The closer the wounds came to each other the more it seemed as if fluid...or tendrils were reaching towards each other. The wrists connected to the severed hands the bleeding seemed to stop. Then...slowly at first but then faster...the blood seemed to seep back into the flesh.
Dewach pulled his hands free from his weapon and flexed and unflexed his fingers, knuckles cracking. Still laughing darkly he once again grasped the handle of the poleaxe and pulled it from the ground. Turning to fully face his foe Dewach continued to chuckle.
Lucian looked from his enemies face, to the now feeling healed hands, and back to his face. He left forth a deep sigh. "Well if it's going to be THAT kind of fight let me give you a couple of pointers on your fighting style." And with that he leapt at the beast sword raised high.