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Beregond cut through the ranks of Imperials as he saw Dante right before him finally. He only had to move a little further as the eyes of the knight spotted him. A hooded man cutting through the Imperial lines- no doubt in the knight's mind it would be Chaos.

Beregond had remembered the last time he had fought with Dante Marcel, the battle was long and furious. Both blades had clashed again and again simultaneously in an equal match...

1534. Location: at the burning l'Ambertrou. The battle had enraged on as the knights of Alexander Marcel led by Dante hit the front of the trapped beast horde as the fortress began to crumble in the heat of daemonic flames. Growling and laughter of the Dark Gods could be heard in the minds of all as blades clashed again, Dante's sword meeting the great sword of Beregond. He was without match and he would make Dante understand this.

"Your father was a weakling!" Beregond shouted above the cries of battle. The infuriated knight, Dante, swung hard against Beregond's blade, smacking the dark one with his shield quickly after. The clash of the two great warriors was deciding the fate of the battle in whole. The flames had spread from room to room as the entire place began to turn to ash.

The knights of l'Ambertrou held their front against the beasts with courage and loyalty, deep down a vengeance seeking to be avenged. It was as if the fate of the castle as a whole would only be decided by who fell and who stood. Beasts ran through the ranks of their enemy lit afire as the flames grew closer. Beregond held Dante's blade down, letting go with one, clubbing Dante in the face with his free hand. Knocking him back Beregond grabbed his sword and swung for his head, upwards. Dante quickly fell to the ground quickly as Beregond's sword missed, letting Dante come back with a kick, pushing Beregond back.

Dante gathered himself and jumped to his feet as Beregond looked at the knight in disgust, watching the knight pick up his blade and come for more. It was only with luck that Dante managed to clash their weapons again, shoving his fist into Beregond's gut which had been previously wounded by Mercedes.

Beregond gave a cry of pain as he charged himself back in, but it was too late. Dante rammed his sword through Beregond's throat, retracting it shortly after. For his father he had slain the beastly thing that was Beregond, yet it was only moments after that he felt his face, feeling the blood dripping down the sides of his face, falling to his knees. He felt the back of his head... the shaft of an axe felt coming from it as a beast roared into the night pleased as Dante fell to the ground dead.

The entirety of both the army of the Knights and Beasts were soon overtaken by the flames, not a single one left alive, or so they had claimed. It wasn't too long after until Beregond was raised.

1539. Location: The plains of the Marches of Couronne. Beregond would make sure the wretched thing wouldn't live this time... he would have his vengeance on Dante for it was only by luck last time and he'd make sure his opponent knew that. In a quick dash through the lines he threw himself forward, his blade behind him now as he went in for the swing. Dante was seen pulling his shield tight and his blade ready to plunge.

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In a moment's notice I jumped through the crowd, my blade meeting Beregond's in mid-swing. A grunt was heard from the man in distaste as I had kicked the Chaos worshiper down to his back shortly after. As he scrambled to get up, I ran after him, throwing my blade down at him as some imperials watched the fight not wishing to get involved as my blade met his again.

Beregond rolled out of the way and stood as my sword clashed with his yet again. "Stay out of my way Jean." He sneered at me as he attempted to throw my guard off. I countered by running my shoulder into him, knocking him a step back following through with knocking his blade down to let go and knock my fist into his face. The blow was hard and unexpected enough to pin him to the ground in a flat second.

I turned now looking at my brother as I ran towards him to warn him. As he then pulled his helm off, I yelled his name. "Dante!" as my mind hit rock bottom a moment later. Dropping to my knees, I watched as a bullet traveled through his head. "No..." I mumbled under my breath. "No!" I repeated again in heart-rending pain, slightly louder. "NO!" I screamed out as my hands went to my head trying to understand it. I turned to look in the mountains- a man with a gun was getting up, running off.  My fists clenched as I shouted again in anger.

I picked up my blade with both my hands and walked towards Beregond as he was getting up.