Torn was the first to strike. He drew out his dagger and slashed at White, the latter who dodged the attack. He returned the favour with a swift slash on Torn's wrist. Torn ignored it, parrying the slash of White's cutlass with his other dagger and kicking him in the chest. Or at least he thought he did, as the young man made it out of the way just in time to land a slash on Torn's outstretched leg. Torn stepped back, grunting. He moved forward, ignoring the pain as he tried to slash at him again. White dodged as well, spinning out of the way as Torn thrust his dagger at him. A sharp pain in his side caused White to step back, only for Torn to trip him. White rolled out of the way just as Torn stabbed the place his head had been.
"Your blindfold doesn't fool anyone, White." Torn said. "I know you can see me."
"Indeed." White said, "But how much do you think I can see. "
" Enough to know my next move. "
White laughed. "True. But thats not all that I can see."
"Really? " Torn smirked, "Then do enlighten me on what exactly you can see, oh dear White. "
White pointed his dagger straight at Torn's chest.
" You've smoked a lot in your younger years, haven't you? "
Torn froze. As if anticipating this, White charged right ahead, aiming to stab him in the throat. Torn span round, landing a kick in White's chest, sending him flying towards the cupboard of beer. White got up and groaned, feeling the pain of countless splinters of glass in his back.
" So? " Torn asked, pulling the counter table out of the way. "What does that have to do with anything? "
" Nah... " White said, "Just curious that's all."
White threw his dagger at Torn, who deflected the blade with his dagger. White clashed with Torn with his cutlass, kicking Torn back. White jumped onnn him, attempting to stab Torn's face. Torn caught the blade with one hand and punched White in the face with the other. White tumbled backwards, but rolled backwards again as Torn used his own cutlass to try and sever his head. White stood to his feet, spitting blood.
Torn stood to his feet, removing three small daggers from his coat. He thrust them at three different parts of the room. The places he stabbed began to bleed.
"As expected." White said, "To find out about the eyes I placed before hand."
"So you are genuinely blind."
"No." White said, "I'm not." White opened his palms, revealing an eye on each palm. Immediately the walls of the room were filled with eyes, all staring at Torn. Torn could not move a muscle, not even his finger. Like he had been...
" Struck by fear? " White said, stealing the words from his thoughts. "I know. That's exactly what this looks like. Unable to move, unable to act, just standing still, fear in your bones. The same feeling prey has when in the presence of a greater threat, when looking into the eyes of a much intimidating foe."
He was right. Torn could barely even stare into one of the uncountable eyes on the walls. He could only look down, but even that was a problem as there were eyes on the floor as well.
White approached Torn, blade drawn. He walked up to the man, placing the cold steel at Torn's neck.
"The mighty Torn Wyrn. Pillar of the Orca. To think I would take out two pillars in one chaotic night. Nice. "
Just as White was about to thrust the blade in Torn's neck, Torn moved backwards, knocking the blade out of his hand with one hand. With his other hand , he hit White in the face with it, breaking White's nose. White stumbled backwards only to be kicked in chest.
"Fear?" Torn said, approaching White, "Fear left the building White. It left the moment you killed her. There ain't no fear in me. Only anger!!"
Torn stabbed White in the thigh, twisting it deeper. White cried out in pain, kicking Torn in the face. He managed to stand up, but was not ready for the blur of attacks. The attacks ripped apart his chest, exposing raw flesh as a blade stabbed him in the stomach. He spat out blood as he crumbled to the floor, holding his stomach in agony. Torn walked towards him, fuming with rage.
"Any last words, White?"
"Actually... my name is Nigel."
"Nigel. Oh... Any last words?"
White stared at him and smiled, thinking back at the things that brought him here. All the events... the good, the bad... the ugly. His siblings would be sad... Kah Mal would be sad. But... what the hell.
"Black is my favorite color."
The blade swiftly rested in his heart. White shook for a while, before laying slumped on the wall, motionless... dead.
"Yeah..." Torn said, "It was hers as well."