Circling ‘round the manor hall to scout each other’s offences
They tightly circumnavigate to place their opening hit.
Psychic waves of power broil the air that lies between the foes
And tempers flare as Velnias makes no bid to submit.

Battle joins as each attempt to strike a finishing blow unopposed,
To watching eyes a blur of movement tracks across the hall.
A spray of blood marks the opening strike as Mireille connects with her elegant right,
Velnias admits to himself, “To underestimate her I was a fool”.

Picking up himself from the varnished floor he focuses his intent,
A challenger like none other he has faced will take all of his murderous resent.
They fly at each other landing numerous blows as neither can gain an edge,
In his mind’s eye, he sees in vitreous hues an advantage to be gained from an overhanging ledge.
Sidestepping around his foe and moving the melee towards the anterior wall,
He batters away at her with brute strength until her parries weaken and she staggers to fall.
Rising to an elevated tier with the ledge as his unorthodox stage,
He achieves a few unhindered blows and sends her across the room in a daze.

Mireille rises slowly and smirks while blood drips slowly from her lips,
Glad at the chance for an even fight, she yearns to bring him into her grip.
Abandoning restraint, she charges at Velnias headlong in her haste,
She keeps her head low and dodges his blows as she brings up her arms around his waist.
Stamping on the back of his heel to inhibit his movement in the fight,
She brings up her knee to strike him in the groin in an act of utmost spite.
Bowed by the force of her insolent blow, he is powerless to resist several further kicks,
Attempting to attain some small time to recover, he endeavours to create a new trick.

Rushing backwards beyond her reach he withdraws to a safer range whereby
He regains his vigour and promptly distracts her with a psychic strike,
Closing to within a range where he can land shots without being espied
He eludes her senses and under her ribcage he quickly spikes.
She turns around under the force of the blow and swings wildly at his torso
Though cognizant of the threat he blocks with a power that leaves her reeling more.
A grin plies its way across his lips as he begins to hunt his tenacious prey,
He pounds her gut with so much force his muscles audibly tore.
Ignoring the pain, he slams her at the floor while the building verily shakes,
Then lifts and throws her with incredible force at the wall which duly breaks.
She arcs her way through the darkened sky as her body gracefully gyrates then
Comes to a rest still in mid-air where she hovers as her latent powers wake.
Astounded at the floating presence some distance away in the welkin
He thinks to find a way to dislodge her from such graceful heights.
Deciding that speed of movement will cloud her mind and force a mistake
He exits the hall and begins his momentum to drag her from her spectacular flight.

Blurring speed marks Velnias’ path as Mireille tracks his progress in her mind
She increases her defences all around to avert a possible clout.
Leaping up behind her he drives his fist into her spine due to the
Blind spot in the eye of her mind which leaves her writhing on the floor laid out.

As he tries to put an end to the proceedings with a powerful smash to the face,
She rolls herself up out of harm’s way and tries to make a run for space.
Attempting to summon a cloak of shadows with the intent to herself efface,
Wise to her moves as she ascends to the sky he tethers her firmly in place.
Her mouth gapes in a mockery of fear as she strains against his telekinetic grip,
Before she explodes in a motion so quick the sound she makes cracks like a whip.
Moving at him at speeds unrivalled by the mortals and their flying ships
She adds her momentum to his impetus thus into his flesh she does briskly rip.

Velnias falls to the ground in pain at the colossal impact of her lithe physique,
A pressure forced through a smaller vessel caused increased damage to her target.
Mireille too lands with a sickening thud as her body absorbs the collision’s brunt,
They lay prone on the moonlit streets, the battle unended with both evenly split.
I watch closely as the battle unfolds, astonished at the speed of their embittered fray,
In such a short time, they had both mastered the arts of the vampire ways.
The damage each has already sustained is greater than the wounds I’ve ever attained,
Yet still they struggle to stand and extend this clash, aiming to each other slay.
At what limit will the tricks they have obtained cease to be of any use?
And will the victor retain the strength to hold off more challenges for leadership?
They sway in the cold air plain in the view of benighted humans woken from their slumber,
Too tired are they to cloud the minds of the weak as their strength has truly dipped.
Once more they begin their dance, as entranced the confused humans look on askance,
Rain strikes the ground as around they whirl in a maelstrom of cacophony.
Bruised by glancing blows but neither slows as time drags on nonchalantly,
A brief repose surrounds the two as both do plot lubriciously.

Mireille then starts to levitate again to draw her opponent’s ire,
Velnias raises his brow then follows suit as he takes to the sky.
Aghast she ascends to unreasonable heights to gain some leverage
Yet still he follows her higher and higher as in mid-air they vie.

The sky begins to lighten as dawn brings an end to this ensanguined night,
Sensing that the battle will soon culminate, Mireille travels vertically at great speed.
If she is followed Velnias will burn up when the sun breaks the horizon,
Yet if he pulls off and out of the battle he will have no choice but to cede.

Rays of golden light spread their way across the tattered terraces,
The landscape torn apart by the ferocity of their attacks.
Velnias rises steadily as Mireille smirks knowing the end is near,
Soon he’ll burst into flames and descend quickly to the ground on his back.
Yet still he ascends and as she makes him out, no trace of fire lashes his form,
Plainly stunned she is slow to react as he passes her height unchecked.
From above for the very first time in the fight he unleashes his full power at Mireille,
A fist in the stomach he drives her down, giving her no chance to deflect.
The air buffets and gashes their skin so fast is their speed of descent,
They hit the ground with a crack that reverberates loudly around the great town;
Two figures writhe in the thick dense smoke, one standing in a pose of victory,
The other supine and clearly incapable of movement, battered down.

Cloud dispersed Velnias gathers her up and brings her back to the hall,
Removes his mask and feasts his eyes on the glorious young nymphet.
To fortify his rule, he takes her on the flagstone floor in front of
All the docile fools who she had turned into her pets.