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[On level one, part of the hallway seems to be obstructed. Fast-moving briar thorns are covering certain doorways, causing an impenetrable forcefield around some of the earlier doors. One in particular seems to be locked down: that of the Risen Emperor.

In the Emperor's room, Scorpius stands near the sleeping bed of Aslan, touching his forehead to check if he's truly out.

He is.

There's a smile back to the camera, as he considers his audience]

And now his power is mine.

Here he'll sleep, for a hundred years. And there is nothing left you can do about it.

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From:

keeps_a_cool_head

Cross me, and you'll deal with all the power of my dark magic. The Emperor is mine now.

From:

darknessb4me

And what magic is that?

You can keep him, by the way, I don't care about that.

From:

keeps_a_cool_head

Come upstairs and find out. You won't pass the briar thorns.

Good. I had no plans to give him up.

From:

darknessb4me

I feel like this isn't very fair, but that hasn't stopped me before.

From:

keeps_a_cool_head

Fairness doesn't concern me, knight.

From:

darknessb4me

King.

[He's headed up.]

Edited Date: 2014-09-08 02:35 am (UTC)

From:

keeps_a_cool_head

King, knight; either will fall just as quickly. Here was a king.

From:

darknessb4me

[Arthas pushes the door open in a hurricane of cutting ice. Needle-like shards whirl in clouds and push down the hallway ahead of him. The ghosts of locusts, intangible except for hundreds of gnawing mouths, swarm in his wake.]

From:

keeps_a_cool_head

[Scorpius snarls; he's unused to doing battle with other magical forces of this caliber, and his briar thorns rise up in both attack of Arthas and defense of himself. No way is he letting this creature get his hands on the prized emperor]

From:

darknessb4me

Knock knock.

[Arthas draws his sword, which takes on a sickly green sheen as he edges it with consuming plague and slices at the nearest vine.]

From:

keeps_a_cool_head

[Balls. Scorpius gives a snarl, instructing the vines to begin wrapping themselves around Arthas, wherever they can reach]

Begone, intruder.

From:

darknessb4me

[The sword cuts through two vines but four more snag him. Arthas snarls and the locusts gather around these to gnaw at them.

Where the vines are cut, infection and rot will quickly spread down to the root, withering them.]

From:

keeps_a_cool_head

[Oh hell no, you did not just start infecting his vines. Scorpius snarls, and storms towards the problem to rectify it, doing his best to replace the ones falling ill. It's a bandaid, but hopefully one that discourages Arthas]

From:

darknessb4me

[His sword hand gets entangled and he grabs a vine directly, thorns and all, finds the life in it and snuffs it out. The locusts weaken a second, which falls off of him. Unnatural frost creeps across the ground.

Arthas casts a wider net: they're all alive, these vines, or they're mimicking life. Trying to find and stifle each life individually is a terrible and inefficient use of power. He's just going to keep chopping and infecting them.]

From:

keeps_a_cool_head

[Scorpius has had enough. He storms out to meet Arthas, glowering at him through the brambles]

Do you wish to fall into the same enchanted sleep?

From:

darknessb4me

I'm just trying to make a point, sorcerer.

[Arthas' voice is level through his chopping.]

From:

keeps_a_cool_head

Your point is little more than a tantrum.

From:

darknessb4me

My point is that this is my territory. I do what I want.

[He grabs another vine with his bare hands and pulls the life out of it.]

From:

keeps_a_cool_head

[With an outraged cry, Scorpius instructs his vines to attack Arthas' neck; to press their barbs against bare skin, wherever they can reach]

From:

darknessb4me

[A thorn digs into his cheek and he bares his teeth, ignores it. He draws an anti-magic dome around himself and pushes it out, down the hall, where it fizzles spells like water over fire.

If the vines aren't magic it won't work, but might as well try.]

From:

keeps_a_cool_head

[But they are magic, and they shrink and recoil quicker than they can be replaced.

Enraged, Scorpius storms from his dwelling]

You dare to challenge my authority?

From:

darknessb4me

YOUR authority?

[The frost on the floor rears up aggressively, in tooth-like stalagmites that punch holes in vines and the walls alike.]

This ship is mine. You are, at best, a temporary feature.

From:

keeps_a_cool_head

And yet I don't see you in control over your supposed ship.

From:

darknessb4me

What do you call this?

[He smirks, gathers his locusts back - they settle on his hair and shoulders like blue fireflies.]

I eliminate threats. I keep order.