Duffle VS Kenny at Weathertop

[Dufflepud]

An ancient, abandoned structure lies atop this hill, now covered with greenery. A few clouds float by and the sun casts its rays down upon the land. A light breeze rustles the leaves on the trees gently, but otherwise there is not a sound. Two challengers face one another, about to begin a duel to the death. Who will be victorious?

[Dufflepud]

Ryth stepped through the portal he had generated. He carried no weapons, other than a small ring on his right hand, and his black armor glinted in the dim light. Looking about his gaze locked upon his challenger. He had not had a true duel in centuries, and yearned for combat with a skilled opponent. This was but a game to him. As a deathless, were he to be killed, his conciousness would simply be restored to a new body back at his keep.

His duel solar blades materialized in his hands, and he marveled at their workmaship. The dark hilts are unadorned, but it is what's inside of them that is truly awe inspiring. Turning to the one who would faced him, he respectfully bowed, before activating both weapons. Glowing, black blades flickered out, illuminating the ground with an unnatural glow.

[Kenny]

Skipping around the edge of the location, Kenny was having a quite merry time enjoying the scenery, feel the wind give it's chilling breeze, killing the occasional bird before taking the occasional break with a drink from his canteen of blood. Though suddenly, during one of these breaks he saw a rather odd figure appear on the hill. After it finished what seemingly seemed to be issuing him a challenge Kenny took a large gulp from his canteen.

"Want a drink stranger, must get awfully thirsty having that mask on all the time. 'Specially in a dry environment like this place." He inquired, thrusting out his drink towards the newcomer.

[Dufflepud]

"I do not require food or water to sustain myself, mortal," replied Ryth to the odd offer, "only battle."

With that, he took several strides forwards, leveling his weapons at his opponent.

"Now face me in honorable combat, or forever be shamed!"

[Kenny]

"Whatever you say bro" Kenny spoke, taking out his dual daggers. He looked over to the challenger and gave him a dark, but happy looking glare. This look was the one of a challenger, an insane one at that. He spun both of his daggers from finger to finger, the tip just barely touching his fingers making small cuts in them. He then tipped his hat with one of his bloody hands, putting a red hand print on it and got ready to fight.