Finally
Roseshield was sorely unprepared, but he didn't care. He could hear all of his targets muscles tense and then something flowing out and over him like water. But it was all happening in super slow and super fast at the same time. He was also feeling words flow into him like a river.
"You'll regret fighting me, shrimp. You'll only get yourself hurt!" Then the rogue shot whatever it was that he used last time at Roseshield.
"That's where you're wrong. METEORON CLYPEUS!" Roseshield yelled at the spell that the rougue had sent at him, destroying it with his own and sending the rogue back a few inches.
"What! How could you have known when I was going to do that!" the rogue yelled, taken by surprise.
"I heard it. Patience. Endurance. Selection. You interrupted my training. Now you'll die. Lux ruptis!" Roseshield shouted causing a sudden burst of light and sound in front of the rouge, blinding and deafening him.
"GRAH! How do you know all these damnable spells!"
"My name is Sol. I am a Reaper for Death. But to you, Oni, I am death's right hoof," Roseshield told him, feeling the fluttering turn into a burning.
"Bah! It matters not if I can see or hear! I still have my 'heart' to feel you! And where you may be one of Death's own hoof, I am called Shadowmane! Killer of the Dark Horde! Murderer of the Crystal Queen! Slayer of the Black Elements! I! AM! YOUR! END!" Shadowmane then jumped at Roseshield, who leaped out of the way and threw the raw energy he felt building up in him at Shadowmane.
"HAH! As if raw magic can harm me!" Shadowmane shouted.
So he took the hit, expecting to absorb it, but getting knocked back instead.
"You'll never be able to hold my flame, Oni," Roseshield explanation fell upon deaf ears though. So instead he let himself fall to the burning in his soul...
The end...?