The Lust for Power

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*as Kayne was pushed away by the kick,he was falling to what could be his death*
Kayne:*glares at Dylan with a huge smile at the same time*Don't worry about having to deal with alot of injuries when you're my slave.I'll just use the spell on you that I used to heal your father's injuries from his and my fight.*before hitting the ground he blasts a large flame to the ground and then starts to use it to fly to Dylan,Kayne punched Dylan in the gut and then punched him in the back of the head as he finally came to Dylan*
 
Dylan started to tumble, but outstretched his wings and caught himself, letting Kayne fall past him. "I won't be your slave. I won't let it happen. You obviously don't know how strong my will is anyway."
 
Dylan scoffed. "Do all you want to my body. You cannot harm the spirit. The soul. My body can be broken, smashed, pulverized... But my soul will never die."
 
Dylan grabbed Kayne's neck, hard. "If you want me to end it so quickly, why didn't you say it before?" He threw him as hard as he could towards the ground.
 
A series of small holes were torn in Dylan's wing. He took a pained look. They didn't seem big enough to affect him. He nose-dived and right before hitting the ground, flipped and landed gracefully. "Gonna take more than a few holes to stop me." He said confidently.
 
Dylan gritted his teeth, but didn't yell. "Determination, my undoing? Funny, Kayne, funny." He quickly swept around, trying to sweep Kayne off his feet.
 
Dylan flipped backwards and landed on his back on the ground. He quickly got up and got back into a fighting stance. "Sacrilege? Do you REALLY consider yourself that high up? How pitiable." He thrust forward with another kick, this one with all his strength, aimed at the side of Kayne's head.
 
Dylan's entire chest was scorched from the lightning. He started to sweat, but held his ground. He spat fire at the vines, burning them to a crisp. He easily kicked his way out. "Scum? You're the scum around here, Kayne." He took a deep breath and spat another fireball at Kayne.
 
Dylan smirked. "Of course I can!" He charged forward and hit his fist hard on the stone wall, intending to break it.
 
Dylan cracked his neck. "I don't need negative emotions to beat you." He took a deep breath and remembered his father and all the times they've been together. "Positive emotions are what drives me, Kayne." He stepped forward and walked right up to Kayne. "I don't need anger and hatred. Those give nothing but false power." He drew his arm back and threw the hardest punch he could muster, aiming for Kayne's chest.