Spoiling of the white stone.

[~Tom~]

Screams echoed through fair Minas Tirith, fires erupted from the 2nd level spreading chaos through the ranks of women and children as they fled from the screams and fires. The men who thought they were brave, thinking there names would be remembered in songs of great deeds they would preform, but no this would not be it. The second and Greatest son of Bauglir would denie them the right of a worroirs death .With every kill he took the head of the victim so the body would not be identified occasionally tossing the head past the wall onto pelennor which was a feat in its own right to do. Or he would use hie firey blade to melt the features into nothingness .

At the center of this stood a man unhooded, and in his right hand which was held out straight was a katana draped in red blood of victims of those it had cut through be it man, woman, and child age mattered not to the man only the kill did . Slowly at the tip of the sword the blood of the many victims who fell to the sword fighting or fleeing dripped off soaking the the stone beneath his foot. So he stepped forth leaving a trail of blood where he went slaying those who faught him with ease, even those so called mighty tower gaurd of which was Gondors best fell to his blade without cause was he supposed to be impressed .

[Envin]

A great mass of folk both ran shrieking from the second level of the White City, while many more thronged to meet them. A great chaos was there in the City, for terror had come to Gondor. Men tall and slight came and proffered battle to this foul spectre, and were tossed aside as so many rags. And still men and women both came and attacked the invader of peace upon this day, and still they perished. There were death-cries and screams of exhort from those in observe, and then suddenly a hush fell upon the crowd, for there elbowing his way through them, in full battle-regalia, covered in mithril plate armor, there came striding tall Aragorn, and verily a steam of skill seemed to float from him. The radiant heat of battle was upon his breath, and in his eyes there flickered a rage at the wanton slaying of his fair folk. He walked out into the courtyard where the demon stood, and planted his feet firmly.

"This ends now, spawn of worms! For such is thy father - crawling at the feet of my father Eru for all eternity. Wouldst thou care to join him? Or wouldst though care to leave my City? These are thy choices. Take one of them, for in no other wise shalt thy pitiful frame depart Minas Tirith. Choose swiftly!"

And he drew his bright sword with a slow motion of the arm, the light of the Gondor sun and the blue of proud and upright Mindolluin flashing along the blade. He took up a stance of guard with Anduril high in the air, and awaited a response from his foe.

[~Tom~]

Murazor took his time slaughtering those around him before he gave the Lord of Gondor his answer. One might of thought he looked fair and tall upon the courtyard , but Murazor was not that one .

After his last kill he said words chosen wisely " Who would of thought.... something so "weak" *he emphasized the word weak as he took in his hand a child probally 15 the blood on the mans hand leaving traces around his pale face ridden with fear*"and fragile as this . Something like this wasnt meant to survie, but you persist you became the so called domminant race on middle earth . But you my lord your practice" With that his placed his face next to the childs and the fear shook him before his head fell to the ground followed by the rest of the corpse.


He twirled his blade round him before he wiped his sword clean of the blood of innocents , he wanted it soaked in blood when he finished with Aragorn . This was something he had to do to prove himself to no one really but to himself .

[Envin]

"The wanton slaying of innocents shall gain thee naught but curses and eternal damnation. We are the ones who persist? We are the dominant race? Indeed we are, for thine has come to this: desiring attention for thy childish selves, and in the end only gaining the wrath of Iluvatar. When thou art cast out of Arda, I shall laugh as thou weep to not be placed in the void!"

And Aragorn charged the demon, running clean down the lane to meet him, but as he ran he gathered his strength, and in full plate gear he leapt high in the air, flipping above Murazor's head as he flew, and shredding at the air below his jump and at Murazor's head with his singing sword. He landed sure upon his feet and leapt back a pace, and stood ready for an onslaught.

[~Tom~]

"Okay you have a little skill" he said impressed by the mans feat over gravity and with that he moved swiftly with grace as he swung his sword to the left of aragorn which was parried with ease then feinted to the right but instead barged in to the man with his shoulder to knock him off balance. His blade seemed to cut the air itself with its swings.

[Envin]

Aragorn grunted as Murazor's shoulder collided with him, but drove his plate-armored fist into Murazor's face in a hideous punch, and slammed the butt of his sword into his stomach. He stepped back a pace, but came in again just as swiftly, attacking first on the one side and then on the other, with rapid, heavy blows, against which Murazor was hard pressed to defend.

[~Tom~]

Blocking the blows with incredable speed Murazor kicked forward Knocking Aragorn down , going for the killing blow the king took form its sheath the dagger gifted to him from Celeborn and thrust it into the darklords leg. With a screech of pain. He puck up the king and threw him into the wall .

His sword pointed at the king ready for the kings attack.

[Envin]

Aragorn's heavy plate armor was cushioned inside, and he felt merely a heavy bump as he hit the wall. He grunted, and before he hit the earth, he pushed off the wall with his strong legs, flying through the air at fantastic speed, and collided with Murazor, the force of the impact knocking the demon down, and landing Aragorn on his knees on Murazor's chest. Aragorn brought down his knife from on high clean at Murazor's throat.