Standing alone in the arid air
Smiles the loner, and her blood red glare
Singing lightly to a song of old
She steps closer to her target, in the un-earthly cold

Laughing, her foe dares her on
Willing her to attack him, waited oh so long
Glaring she grabs her twisted sword
And points it to this prestigous lord

Smiling calmly, as if to play
He walks closer keeping his smile at bay
Whistling without a care, he halts
So begins the war of faults

Losing this verbal battle she rushes in
Hoping to slay the mocking kin
Dancing out of her reach with grace and ease
He edges on her furious disease

She leaps upward upon the hill he stands
Un-human the way she lands
Swinging her blade but only cutting air
The lord of death draws his blade, noticing her fear

Suddenly cautious, she draws back in defends
Her eyes folowing him, strict and intense
He smiles still mocking and teasing
His victory over her all to appealing

Stepping forward his sword spinning
His lash quick with the metal stunning
She barely moves to his lightning fast trick
Though she feels, she wasn't as quick

Countering his attack with a simple slash
his blade protects him in a flash
Crying out with fury and hate
She leaps high preparing his fate.

He joins her in air, slicing her side
Kicking her to earth, making his time abide
"Age is your weakness for you are young."
Said the vampire lord in their own tongue

She coughs and stands, supporting her with her weapon
Sanguine streaks cover her linen
"I am yet alive, why not kill me?"
He smiles and flashes her into a tree

"You fail to see your one of few; lucky."
Drawing his blade to her side still bloody
"You heal fast, you move fast and strong."
He stabs the sword into her arm.

"Yet, you still defy your one true master."
He smiled knowing he was her maker.
She slashes out with her good arm
Forcing him to fall back for the return

She smiles softly, and charges him
managing only to skim
She dives behind him, he turns to see
She slashes out at her enemy

Fire eurpots from where she stands
making her leap out of the red bands
Laughter fills the air as he rushes out form the flames
Her vision clouded from the smoke and heat haze

He slashes at her, her eyes adjust
Blades colide and lock from the thrust
He trys to push her blade from under her grasp
But ended up with enough time to gasp

Into his head she thrusts a knife
Ending his lordly life
In the seconds that they fought upon this land
Only seconds, did it take for him to turn into sand.