The two men glared at each other, the two bearing great hate for each other. Rafire felt insulted that Mark still had the guts to stand up and face him, the human was spending more time alive than he preferred.
"Fear is poison." Mark said, he had heard the line somewhere and although he couldn't recall where, it seemed to be very fitting of the scenario he had put himself in.
"Fear is a poison." He repeated and then took a leap. He felt like an autumn leaf, floating wherever the wind took him, light and omnidirectional.
He held up a fist, and Rafire readied himself, raising a wing to descend upon him, but Mark disappeared. Dense shadows were in his place, and though Rafire had seen the move, it still had him startled, and a second was all Mark needed.
He appeared above him and lunged his arm to grasp the crown, but Rafire was swift, swifter than Mark had hoped, and he ducked, spun and then sent up a kick right to Mark's chest sending him upwards.
