The Second Tournament Cast

INT.-ROMANIA, THE KI-CHAR VALLEY, THE GYM

Abaddon walks into the gym and watches as Sky fights the punching bag with aggression and anger. She uses her metal-tipped fingernails to slash at the bag. She does not notice him at first and continues to fight. Her beauty and aggressive behavior charm him. He watches with one hand on his hip and the other holding his ax over his shoulder until she slashes at the bag and rips it open. The bag falls apart in shreds, and breathing heavily, she turns to the weights. Abaddon starts to applaud her as she turns to face him.
Abaddon: Truly a worthy display of strength. You are fit to be mine!
Saying nothing, but seeing this as the perfect chance to strike, she stalks forward, feeling his blood on her fingers already.
Abaddon: That's right, my sweet cup of pleasure. You know you are to be mine.
She straps on her hand axes and makes sure they are on tight as she approaches him. He is ready for a happy romp, not expecting what's to come. She attacks at his throat, slashing with her hand ax in a ridge hand strike but he blocks it easily. She attacks the same way from the other direction but he steps back a bit. She drives her foot into his midsection, throwing him back a bit. She then launches herself at him and slashes down from above to give him a permanent haircut but this time he blocks it with his ax.
Abaddon: So, you wanna play before we fight? I can raise your temperature...
Locking his large ax into her hand's axes, he turns and throws her almost the full length of the gym mat. She stumbles on both feet, almost getting knocked to the ground. She breathes deeply out.
Sky Landlark: Focus... get it right...
She runs at him and jumps as he swings with his ax to minimize her height. She flies over his ax and swings at his head again as she flips in the air over him. Dual locks of hair fall down to the mat besides him as she finishes her aerial and lands in a backstance. Abaddon grimaces at her with an unsatisfied frown.
Abaddon: Your name, if I may?
Sky Landlark: Call me what you wish.
Abaddon: In another moment, it'll be 'corpse!'
He rushes at her and she underestimates his speed. He buts her with the flat side of her ax like a baseball ball and sends her flying. She smacks against the far side of the wall and slumps down. She looks up as he comes flying at her, his ax raised high to cleave her in two. She rolls out underneath his legs as the ax carves a chunk out of the wall. He spins to face her and receives a spinning roundhouse kick to the face. It seems to do nothing to him as he advances on her still. She kicks him 3 more times but it does not slow him down. She pretends to trip and he raises his ax to silence her.
Abaddon: A pity, I saw you as more.
She rolls underneath his legs again, slicing with her hand axes as she goes. He spins to face her as his belt, now loosed of it's belt, falls around his ankles.
Sky Landlark: And more is what I am.
He laughs out loud, guffawing, as he drops his ax to re-secure his pants. She takes the opportunity to try and strike at his head four times but he still simply bats the attacks away until his pants are re-secured. A plowing kick to her midsection throws her back onto the mat and his net quickly traps her in place. She attempts to retaliate by throwing out small mats with nails embedded in them but he knocks them aside as he approaches her.
Abaddon: And I thought you weren't serious about getting a little crazy. Grateful you proved me wrong.
He reaches down and grabs her by the back of her hair through the net. She struggles to free herself, to no avail.
Abaddon: And I always... get what I want.
He pulls her close to him to kiss her. She reaches back with rage dripping on her face and her metal fingernails poised to strike at his throat. She then lunges to kill him but Tyrant suddenly blocks her hand with a small kick.
Tyrant: Not very polite. Master requested that no deaths are to come until after the trial of the Tournament.
He then pulls the net off of Sky which allows her to retreat from Abaddon, gritting her teeth in anger.
Abaddon: Get your own, and allow me mine, bold dog.
Sky yells at Abaddon, mad.
Sky Landlark: You selfish, ruthless maniac! I'll never belong to such a cold hearted villain as yourself.
She starts to leave when Tyrant suddenly kicks her in the stomach. She doesn't see it coming and falls back onto the mat. She rolls out quickly and comes up into a defensive stance, hand axes at the ready.
Abaddon: Your games will only make her weary. Then she is no good to me!
Sky Landlark: What was the meaning of that?
In control, Tyrant folds his arms and smiles.
Tyrant: A test. To see if you are worthy prey.
He motions to the punching bag
Tyrant: A strong display of power. But can you defend yourself against a moving, and armed, target?
In a flash Isken's knives come into his hand's play. She breathes heavily, pushing the pain away from her.
Sky Landlark: I require another test to know for certain.
Tyrant grins wide and drops his arms in a formal bow.
Tyrant: I'm honored to provide.
Tyrant lunges forward and Sky is forced to defend herself.
Abaddon: Find your own! This one is mine!
Abaddon backhand's Tyrant before he can reach Sky. Tyrant is agile enough to twist the attack into a flip and land on his feet. Abaddon swings his ax at Sky, who is forced to duck. Abaddon grabs her around the back of the head and tries to kiss her again. She kicks off of his chest to get away and he grabs her hair. With her hand ax she slices through his thick clothes to his wrist, making him drop her again.
Abaddon: The blood of battle runs deep in you, sweet miss.
She slices at him again, furiously with her hand axes.
Sky Landlark: It's Mrs!
Sky jumps up and rushes at Abaddon again, who only laughs as he fights off her attacks. As she comes close to him with her axes he actually steps into her, making her attack pointless. He is able to steal a quick kiss from her before, screaming, she kicks off of him again and slices at his eyes. He retreats just as quickly before she can advance again. She does advance to attack and he quickly hooks her leg with his ax. He throws her towards Tyrant, who is coming back at the larger man. Tyrant roundhouse kicks her from the air, causing her to go tumbling again.
Tyrant: Allowing your emotions to control you is only favored in passionate battles. In warfare there is no place for it.
Tyrant jump kicks at Abaddon again but he blocks him with his large ax. Tyrant then quickly dodges three fast slashes from Abaddon's ax. Every time Abaddon slashes at Tyrant he subtlety slices at his hands. Abaddon slashes at a dodging Tyrant, then lets out a backhand which nearly takes Tyrant's head off. Abaddon is forced to stop and step back, shaking the pain from the sliver-like slashes in his hands.
Abaddon: Cut that out!
Seeing stars, Tyrant grins evilly.
Tyrant: My pleasure.
He then dives forward and buries both knives into Abaddon's midsection, forcing him to bend over. Abaddon twists about, throwing Tyrant away like a rag doll as well. Tyrant easily comes to his feet to see Abaddon stand upright and grabs the knives from his protective, thick folds of clothes.
Abaddon: An old Turk trick.
He then throws the knives out the entrance, outside.
Abaddon: And for you...
He never gets to finish his forward advance towards Tyrant when Sky comes flying to land on his back, both hand axes plunging deep into his thick, hide coverings. It's enough to make the giant man howl out loud. He reaches back and grabs her.
Abaddon: Bold, and fearless. I like that in a woman!
Again throws her at Tyrant. This time Tyrant grabs her and spins around, allowing him to throw her back at Abaddon. Abaddon catches her and launches her high into the air behind him. In the air, Sky grabs her nail mats and throws them out to land behind Abaddon.
Tyrant: How do you like it in your enemy?
Tyrant then jumps forward and plows another flying leap kick into the larger man, throwing him back so that Abaddon lands straight on Sky's nail mat. He lets out another howl as he scrambles to his feet, trying to pull the weapons from his tender back and backside. Tyrant wastes no time striding towards him and in 3 powerful, deadly combination attacks Abaddon drops down. Sky lands on her feet as Tyrant collects his knives and the two of them stride towards each other.
They quickly saber clash, attacking with their fast blades when Tyrant finds an opening and drops a fast kick to her temple. She tries to recover and they saber clash some more. Tyrant throws her off her feet with a quick foot sweep and as she tries to get up he kicks once to one of her wrists, then again to the second, opening her defenses. He stops, hovering over her with his crossed knives positioned like scissors to slice her tender, white neck open.
Sky Landlark: You said no deaths were to come until after the trial of the Tournament.
Tyrant steps back, spins his knives like 6-shooters, and slips them into their sheaths.
Tyrant: You are correct. And so I will be on my way.
He walks to the exit, batting his forehead lightly with a towel.
Tyrant: Now I know, neither of you are worthy to face me in the ring.
Laughing, he throws the towel onto Abaddon and walks out. Beaten and hurt, Sky stands up, leaving Abaddon groaning on the floor. She kicks him once in the face and then hurries as best as she is able after Tyrant. Abaddon then collapses.