King Zane Artois

*Zane is enjoying this fight between him and this beautiful woman, if she wasn't the enemy he'd interested in her. The fight has become a beautiful dance of swords, techniques and footwork. I finally got the upper hand and tripped her, pointing my sword at her neck. I hear someone say, "Princess!" causing me to raise an eyebrow at her.* Are you the Princess of Stormholde? *I wait patiently for her answer because if so, she's his!*

*my eyes turn fully purple* maybe

*I take the opportunity to attack him with purple fire whitch is hotter than lava*

*I take a deep breath and said.* The girl was only allowed to be in the battle field, so as I the girl grew older the more resentful she became, the more tired she grew of being simply a weapon not a human. The father has not realized that he raised his daughter to be his own downfall.

*My eyes widen in shock. I can't believe what I'm hearing. I say* You're that girl, aren't you? You're the one who was raised to be a weapon?

*I turn and look at you, you can see the storm burning in my eyes and I said.* Yes I am that girl King Zane and I'm done being a weapon, I plan to take the throne for myself.

*She breathes heavily from the fight. She looks up at him with her big blue eyes, her long black hair still seems to be in good shape, even after the fight. She's wearing a brown corset that laces and a knife belt. She glares at him.* Maybe I am. *Her eyes suddenly glow a bright blue as blue lightning bolts suddenly start zapping around her body.*

*My eyes widen as I notice the bolts of lightning, my body is suddenly flooded with adrenaline. My mind is racing with thoughts, could she be the one that I seek? She's beautiful and powerful. I take a step back, keeping my guard up. My eyes narrow as I try to read her.*

*She slowly stands. She stands her ground, her fists clenched tight. She continues to breath heavy as she charges up, her hair blowing in the wind. Lightning energy travels down to her hands.*