Priam: A Fictional Narrative

Priam sighed to himself, stopping in his tracks as he glanced around. Nelk's Woods. The forest in which he usually resided, for reasons... well, unknown, really. He usually came here just for the pure hell of it. That or he was just doing.... Priam things. This was the exact place in which he fought Dave... and ended up cutting the dude's arm off. He was quite proud of this achievement. He did it for "self defense", or so he says. Of course, Dave charged at him, fire and electricity all around him. So, to defend himself, he avoided getting attacked by using his Semblance, depleting Dave's aura, knocking him unconscious, AND cutting his limb off.
Yeah, being proud of slicing someone's extremity off is insane in its own word; but even doing it

is worse. This man was basically psycho anyway, but did he care? Nope. Not really. He didn't really care that people hated him...actually, he did, but he kept that to himself. The people he hated the most were Becca, and Theta, and he had his reasons for those as well, but he basically aimed to kill everyone. Yeah, everyone. Even his own ex. He glanced ahead, seeing someone there. He most certainly didn't like people intruding "his spot", so he brought out his sword - the golden blade gleaming from tip to end thanks to the moonlight. He gripped the black pommel tight and started striding over. On closer inspection, he realized that Blythe was here. Detective Constable Blythe.
"Hey," he snapped, pointing the blade at the kid from behind. "Get outta here!"
In response, the detective's hands instantly shot up. He didn't move, but instead spoke.
"Geez, give me a chance to move, would you?" Priam narrowed his eyes before lowering the blade. That was when he saw Blythe turn to him and smirk. Then there was... Nothing. Nothing there. He was now confused, glancing around. What the hell?! He heard footsteps coming from behind. Before he even had the chance to see who it was, immediately after, his arm was grabbed tightly. Surprised, he tried to break free of the grip, but it was too great. Then it was twisted slightly, and somehow his body was shifted to where he was looking in front of him. There stood Blythe. Again.
"Nice visual tricks, if I do say so myself, huh, Priam?" A sly smile slipped onto his face. The other grunted, still trying to break free of his grip. That was when Blythe kicked his leg under Priam's, causing him to fall back.
"Fancy seeing you here," said the detective, arms at the ready for a fight. His weapon, Hunter's Shard, which were like brown bracelets and/or wristbands, deployed to life. A sharp blade was now extended from the weapon. "By the way, you were seeing things earlier."
Priam pushed himself up with a huff of anger, before looking Blythe down. He smirked and then burst into laughter. Oh, how hilarious!
"What are those?" he tittered, pointing to Blythe's weapons. "Those weapons are pathetic! Is that all they can do?" The kid frowned and folded his arms.
"Oh, really? Insulting my weapons, are you? Hey. I'd look behind you, if I were you," he warned. Priam, at first, didn't want to fall for it, but of course, his stupidity got the best of him and he turned his head to look behind. He thought he saw the gleam of a sniper scope, but he was completely wr- ACK! A shot from Hunter's Shard made contact with his shoulder, causing him to flip away. He was becoming more and more irritated.
"Made you look," taunted Blythe, before regaining his stance. He had a bit of a headache from using two hallucinations that fast in a row, but it wasn't bothering him. Priam only stared, jaw set in anger. Blythe smiled smugly; his taunting was working. He kept his ground just in case he was to charge. "Come on, what are you? A chicken? Too scared to fight someone..." He paused, before looking down at himself, then back up to Priam. "...that's shorter than you? Someone that's a cop?" That did it. It totally did it. Priam growled and clutched his sword pommel tight, before rushing in to attack. He swung quickly, but Blythe matched his pace by bringing in his arm blades to parry and clash with each swing. Priam was shocked - these weapons of his foe's weren't just something funny. This he realized, albeit begrudgingly. They looked funny still, though, to him...
GAH! He dug his feet into the dirt, trying to press his sword against Blythe's blade and gain the upper hand in strength, but that's when Priam's stomach was kicked, causing the clash to break and for him to skid back. Before he could straighten himself Blythe ran in...
"Yaaaah!" ...and slammed his fist into Priam's gut, and fired off a round, as well. He cried out, skidding back, a hand clutching where he had just been hit. Blythe then retracted the wrist blades on Hunter's Shards, so it was dormant, and instead, fired multiple kinetic pulses from them - to distract. He had a plan.
Quickly, Priam sliced through them, and glanced around, but Blythe was... Gone. Again.
He growled, eyes darting in every direction.

Where the hell did he go?!
"Looking for me?" the kid's voice popped up from behind him. Priam turned to look, but he wasn't there.
"I'm over here," he hinted, and Priam glanced yet again, and just like before, Blythe was nowhere to be found.
This was starting to irritate him beyond ways he could explain.
"Actually, I'm right..." Blythe's voice was heard again, but, out of nowhere, Blythe was now in front of Priam. He was more than surprised, but that state of surprise was drawn short as he got slammed into a tree, the detective's hands gripping the latter's neck.
"Here," he yelled, bringing his foot down hard onto Priam's. He cried out, eyes shut tight. Air was slowly being stripped from him; the last thing he wanted. Blythe tightened his grip, refusing to let go. Priam had to act fast, or he would pass out. He didn't want that, either.
His hand gripped his sword tight once again, and he swung the blade diagonally to where it hit Blythe's leg and tore the fabric of his bottoms, causing him to cry out at the instantaneous sting, and let go, falling back. It took Priam a minute to remember what it was like to breathe, before he strode over to the fallen latter, sword pointed at his face. Blythe stared at the blade, and took in a breath of pain through set teeth upon realizing his cut was still there. His enemy stared down at him, a smirk on his

face.
"So, is this where it ends?" Priam asked him, preparing for the kill strike. Blythe, flustered, quickly fired kinetic pulses toward the latter. However, he blocked it with his sword. When the shots made contact, the blade seemed to glow a brighter golden in color. Priam grinned with a small laugh, before swinging.
Blythe quickly rolled out of the way to evade getting hit again. Remembering a trick Theta taught him, he bent his body, then did a handstand, and flipped to regain his footing. He yelped when he put pressure on his bad leg, but shook it off and regained his stance. Priam raised an eyebrow, looking the kid down.
"That was nice, I'll give you that," he complimented. Blythe was panting. He frowned at his enemy, watching him closely.
"I can't say the same for you," he shot back. "Maybe when it comes to your fighting ability, but not athletic."
Priam looked offended.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed.
"OK, and what do you know about my abilities besides the fact I can use a sword and electricity? AND my Semblance?" There was a beat. "Exactly. Nothing. So shut up. Don't get cocky." The two stood there in silence, before Blythe charged, retracting his arm blades. He lunged, slashing. Priam parried the blades, clashing with each hit the kid tried to make.
While the two were pressing their attacks against each other, Blythe narrowed his eyes, focusing on something.
That was when Priam heard a crack above him. He looked up, and his eyes saw a large tree branch snap, and collapsed. Above him.
"Oh, sh--!" The latter stopped clashing with him, and instead retracted one of the blades, slamming it into his gut once again, firing off a kinetic pulse. Priam cried out, skidding back. He almost hit a tree. With a grunt of pain, he collapsed onto a knee, clutching his abdomen. There was a red and white glow that went up and down his body. His aura was about to break.
Blythe smiled a little to himself, proud that worked. He went over, and extended the blade again, pointing it at the latter's

face.
"No branch there," he corrected. "That was me again." Priam set his jaw and growled, forcing himself to stand. The two circled each other, Blythe being careful to look for an opening. Priam swung, and Blythe cartwheeled to evade the strike. This was when he saw an opening. Laughing silently to himself, he retracted his weapons one final time, and cocked them, before rushing to attack. He landed a hit on Priam's upper, and fired off a round, another in his abdomen, and then he just started unleashing punches and rounds on the guy without any pause. The pummeling caused the latter's aura to completely break, but Blythe didn't stop. He kept punching and firing. He suddenly moved quickly around him, grabbing him into a tight arm-lock.
"This is for Dave and everyone else you've betrayed!" He fired one last round off...
SNAP! Blythe then let Priam go - he collapsed onto the forest grass like a rag doll. He left the scene, rubbing at his temples as he did so, walking with a slight limp, as well. He managed to defeat Priam, but with injury to his own person. And maybe he shouldn't had used his Semblance so much to gain the advantage...