The Lion King
Just as the Dark Lord had felt his arrival the moment he set foot on this moon, so did the Lion sense the presence of his sworn enemy. Their feud of over six decades had reshaped the galaxy numerous times, impacting the fates of countless lives and their immortal souls. Mountains shook and skies shattered wherever their blades crossed. Theirs were two souls bound by a lifetime of suffering and bloodshed, and, though neither party may admit it, their story could only ever come to a close once both men were ended by the other's hand. They'd come close at the Wellspring of Life, but neither strike had proved fatal.
As much as they denied it, they'd become part of each other's legend. There'd be no Golden Lion without a villain to oppose him, and no Black Iron Tyrant without a hero to thwart him. No light without shadow, no darkness without a glimmer of hope.
So it was no surprise to Thurion when the Great Enemy presented himself amidst the horde of undead that was now ignoring the searing sunlight of the Lion in favour of easier prey, providing the two titans with their private arena. A lesser being would buckle at the mere presence of the Dark Lord of the Sith, suffocating darkness and impending doom pouring for his malign aspect, but Thurion Heavenshield had long weathered such evils and knew to shield his mind and spirit from the aura of despair they projected. Where others crumbled and broke, his fortified will remained strong.
"Kaine of House Zambrano. Annihilator of souls. Eradicator of hopes. Despoiler of dreams." The High King thrust the base of his shield into the earth deep enough to keep it standing as he took to cleaning his sullied blade with a steady hand. "I followed the clarion call of the Force and was summoned to this battlefield, and here I find you standing before me once more. Long has been our epic rivalry, many a fate has it rewritten. It must be ended, soon or late, and with its passing so shall a new world rise in our absence. A better world than you or I could ever achieve. Our time is long past, old fool."
He believed in the Sword and Shield and would gladly die for them. This was their time. Old leftovers like himself could only pave the way for the young, and if he could rid them of a roadblock the size of Carnifex at the cost of his own life, it would be a worthy sacrifice to achieve a future of hope and promise.
Freed of blood and bile, Anarion shone bright as the sun once more. He would not sully their duel with an unclean blade, for when he next drew blood he wanted to be sure it belonged to none other than the Butcher King. With a deep inhale of air, Thurion of House Heavenshield, High King of Midvinter and Lord of Heavenheim, reached for his shield and yanked it free of its earthen hold.
"Come then, One-Who-Were-Two. For the fate of this world and beyond, we fight!"
The Lion charged with the power of a meteor, his sword held back in reserve as his shield took the lead, seeking to crash into the Dark Lord whose might was his match in every aspect. The ground tore and trees shed their leaves at his advance as he closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye, coming face to face with the Black Iron Tyrant.
"ALLFATHER!"
Allies: Vulpesen Zark San Tekka
Enemies: Darth Carnifex Sarlow Zambrano Lina Ovmar
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