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    They were chanting. His was like humming, but getting louder as they got closer towards the end. He stood at the end of the shrine looking at the other cat on the other side. Arhra locked eyes with the other Incubi. They would both fight to the end. They would try to kill each other as fast as they could. For that was the way of the Incubi. To kill.


    In this small cave he would either die, or take over the Incubi Aspect. It had all came down to this.

    Drazhar looked at Arhra. His dark blue eyes narrowed dangerously. He knew this would be a fight of the ages. Two master killers, born to do nothing but slay in the name of Khaine. It was the best kind of life. To have all the slaves he could want, to kill who he wanted.


    But this was different. He was being challenged for the right to be Hierarch. This didn't happen often and it usually was a sight to behold when it did. But they even these cold blooded killers had their rules and discipline. They would begin when the chanting stoped. Till then he would continue to eye Arhra.

    He stopped chanting. It was time to begin. Without another word Arhra rushed striaght at Drazhar then quickly turned to then right and slashed out at his face.