For the first time there was a sign of movement from Arthur as a tiny flinch occurred at this comment, something that didn't escape the notice of Mordred. "And so here we stand, two Pendragon members guilty of murdering their family in fits of hatred. Understand? In your hatred for me, you have become the very thing you sought to destroy," she continued with a glare, only for Arthur to begin trembling in rage.
"You…you dare to lecture me. YOU INBRED BASTARD!" he screamed as Excalibur began glowing it's sickening colour as he lifted the blade above his head.
"So be it, it looks like you won't come to your senses until I destroy that little toy of yours," growled the female knight as she lifted Clarent above her head.
The observers just watched in stunned awe as Arthur was surrounded in the same black holy light that had beaten them in an instant, the power coming off the blade exceeding the energy that he had used against them. And yet, Kiba frowned as he saw that Mordred didn't even seem phased by this power as her own blade was surrounded by crackling crimson lightning.
Suddenly the ground around Mordred became covered in blood as everyone saw Clarent begin to glow with a wicked red light before beginning to transform. Gone was the Radiant and Brilliant Royal blade and in its place was a twisted blood red demonic sword, and yet despite that…everyone preferred the wicked demonic blade to the twisted holy sword in front of them. Indeed, despite the blade being demonic in origin everyone, even the exorcists from the church, felt a reassuring calm coming from the blade.
After all, Clarent was originally the symbol of peace and prosperity, whether it was demonic or holy that had not changed, now for the first time it was being wielded as intended…and this time it would not be found wanting. Where there was once nothing but mindless hatred powering the blade, now there was naught a drop to be found, only determination and most of all…a deep pride for the blade that was once hated by its wielder.
"A Holy Sword that can become a Demonic one," gasped Kiba in admiration as he stared at Clarent, the image of the sword burning into his mind.
"You know it's kind of ironic, don't you think?" smirked Mordred as the crimson lightning surrounding her blade grew. "Mordred, the Knight of Treachery, trying to prevent a war while the descendant of the King of Knights is trying to start one."
Arthur's only response was to growl furiously as Excalibur's black glow increased until it had formed the shape of a massive sword made of black energy, purple lightning arcing around him as black flames formed a circle surrounding the descendant. The Devils watching the two fighters started sweating as they felt the amount of Holy energy massing in the Holy sword and yet…as they looked over to Mordred they were shocked that Clarent was matching its power and even surpassing it.
"Rebellion Against My Beautiful Father…" growled Mordred as the crimson lightning condensed into the demonic blade's end.
"Sword Of Promised Victory…" answered Arthur in kind as the very earth began shaking from the forces now swirling around the two fighters.
"…Clarent Blood Arthur!" shouted the Knight of Treachery, unleashing a wave of crimson lightning towards her opponent.
"…Excalibur Morgan!" snarled the descendant and a torrent of black flames rushed forward to meet this oncoming attack.
And so the earth shuddered as the two powerful weapons clashed once again and the past began to repeat itself, as if the very memory of the Battle of Camlann had scared the world itself. On one side a deep darkness of black flames consuming everything it touched in its mad dash towards its prey, not even light escaping its wrath. Deep within the writhing darkness they all felt it, the anger, the hate, the twisted and corrupt power swirling around them.
What possible power could even hope to match, let alone beat this horrifying mockery of a legend before them?
Indeed, it should have been impossible and yet…
As they looked at the other side a small fragment of hope began to grow within them as they saw the crimson light rushing to meet its foe. The bloodied ground around Mordred growing outwards as the red lightning continued glowing brighter until it eclipsed even the light from the moon, bathing the surroundings in its crimson glow.
And so the deep darkness and bright light clashed with a loud booming as each sought to dominate the other with their power. The heat was astronomical as the black torrent of flames and crimson lightning battled each other, making the nearby plants spontaneously catch alight and metal to melt as shockwaves of heat and energy blasted the observers off their feet.
Yet despite these distractions neither of the two fighters removed their gaze from the other as they continued to flood more power into their respective weapons, even as the earth beneath their feet began to break apart. There were no words exchanged between them, no insults or boasts, just mirrored expressions of determination on both their faces as the two forces tried to break the stalemate.
However, what little hope the observers had now kindled was destroyed as they watched Clarent's red lighting slowly get push back bit by bit. The Knight being forced back a step as her Battle Continuation was finally unable to fight off the exhaustion from all the fights of the past two days. Suddenly there was an explosion of black as Excalibur's black torrent overwhelmed the weakening power of Clarent's lightning, the dark flames slamming into Mordred's armoured form.
As the black glow died down they all saw Mordred, panting as she coughed up blood and using her sword as a crutch to stand up. "That's some powerful toy you got their Poser, but my father's sword would have killed me in one hit. I guess it's time to step this up a notch," grinned the Knight, seemingly uncaring about the damage she had sustained.
Suddenly Mordred's eyes seemed to gain draconic slits before they started glowing a bright green as the green gems soon followed suite. The knight's teeth seemed to become almost fang like as she gained a toothy grin on her face, excitement and blood lust beginning to leak off her in increasing amounts, the green glow around her growing brighter with every second