‘Blood Angel!’ Skraivok yelled joyfully. ‘Face me!’The Blood Angel finished his opponent and turned to face the Night Lord. Upon his left pauldron, his name was emblazoned across a scroll plate, just legible under rivulets of blood.‘Raldoron?’ said Skraivok.
He made a few passes with his sword, revelling in its lightness, in its killing edge.‘This will be a day to celebrate, the day I slew the hero of the Blood Angels!’
He saluted, and declaimed pompously, ‘I am Gendor Skraivok, the Painted Count, Lord Commander of the Night Lords Legion, and I am your end.’
‘Never heard of you,’ Raldoron said, and came in to attack, his power sword buzzing.