ZWEIHANDER

[azuureknight]

siegfried swingin his big anime buster sword around with one hand like it’s nothin’

[azuureknight]

i bet siegfried could bench press a cow

[azuureknight]

@heavensarch

[azuureknight]

                                     𝕆𝔽𝔽𝔼ℝ 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ 𝕊𝕆𝕌𝕃𝕊

[conflictandruin]

                                                 𝔹𝔼ℍ𝕆𝕃𝔻.

                                    ＴＨＥ ＧＯＤ ＯＦ ＷＡＲ．

[azuureknight]

siegfried is 5′6 with a sword taller than him and will fucking stomp you

[magistera]

Sword, quench your thirst!

[azuureknight]

                                     𝕆𝔽𝔽𝔼ℝ 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ 𝕊𝕆𝕌𝕃𝕊

[azuureknight]

amepcrdue​:

“You know nothing of my motivations, of why I do this. Mad and feral dog… laughable. How could such a loathsome thing like you understand?” What did this lowly man know of love? Of the depths of madness it drove men to when it was taken from them? The Azure Knight had been a far greater monster than he had ever been. Bringing damnation and ruination across multiple kingdoms, destroying countless lives. Made monsters of men, and yet he has the gall to speak of a moral high ground now? As if he had the right to it? It stirred some unholy anger in Raphael, something primal and feral, ready to rip apart any who stood in his way. While he was far more in control of his malfestation than most, a gift from the Scholar of the Future, he was still malfested, and that primal rage was tearing at the walls of his mind to get out. 

The man before him began his attack, summoning the blessed magic in the blade to bring forth a wave of spiked crystals, jagged like ice, in his direction. Raphael reacted quickly, his body dispersing into a fine crimson mist, reforming behind the knight and stabbing his blade where the armor looked weakest. He cared not about fighting fair, the man would die either way, he would give him no honor in this fight when he blamed him for so much of what had happened to him.

“You will fall. You will crumble. A forgotten husk at my feet. You’ve done enough, already, knight. It is time for you to  d i e.” That rage was starting to boil, to roar to life. The thought of tearing him apart so viciously, feelings of animosity fueling the curse within him. Something he had kept so controlled before. But he was so close… he couldn’t allow himself to lose here. Amy was finally within reach.

Siegfried had died. Many times over with each passing day he was forced to live as Nightmare, with each day since that he was forced to live with the guilt and pain. He would not be a slave to the whim of his overwhelming grief any longer. Soul Calibur was repentance for unleashing the Evil Seed, it was a chance to return the world to the way it had been before Soul Edge consumed so many like a spreading plague across the world. This man was a fool, lost to his own emotions and suffering like Siegfried had once been. Consumed and manipulated by Soul Edge’s grasp upon him, and it would only seem to get worse with passing days, weeks, and months. All these abilities, all that hunger. They were just the touches of Nightmares wrath having never left his system.

He remembers wielding this blade for the first time. The all consuming shock of it all. Used to lugging around and swinging powerful Zweihanders the size and weight of his body with one hand. Adjusting to that staggering weight, and getting used to that pull, and then wielding Soul Calibur-- A sword whose only weight was the responsibility it carried, every swing just felt like an extension of his arm, every movement felt unhindered by human action or the limits of his own strength. It allowed for the only worry for the crystalline knight to have be that of his own athleticism-- Which wielding this holy blade seemed to amplify anyway.

“I already told you, it would not be that easy!”

The mist form is lost to his senses, it’s not with his eyes or ears or even knows with what he reacts. It is the holy sword reacting to the presence of corruption. Using him like a vessel and guiding him like a sixth sense, and instructing him to pivot on his feet to avoid the sharp end of the pointed Flambert, reacting to presence more than action. Sword still in hand, body still in motion, Siegfried’s own staggering form swings with a great force, using the blunt edge of the mighty crystalline sword like a paddle. Intent more to bludgeon Raphael’s torso with its full weight rather than decapitate him with its honed and magical edge. The fading edge of sympathy, that died more with every swing of his blade, and every bite of that razor pointed tongue of his opponent, soon there would be none left to give.

[azuureknight]

amepcrdue​:

“There are some things in this world a dog like you will never understand.”

The way this man talks, the way he acts like he is a solemn guardian, the only one capable of setting things right. Assumes much of what Raphael wants and plans. His schemes were not so grand as they once were. Despite the reign of terror he had carved through the Wallachian valley he was a grieving and desperate creature, looking for anyone and everyone to drag down with him in his decent into madness. He only wanted his daughter and he had exhausted all other means to find her. That this man would stand between his last chance to find her… he would tear him to shreds with his bare hands if he had to, drink deep of his blood, steal his life force. He would leave nothing but an empty husk behind, just like he had been emptied.

Teeth bared, fangs revealing themselves. This man did make a monster of him, so many hands pulling him apart until this beast of a man was all that was left. For all that he could feign humanity, for as darkly calm as he could be, inside him something feral and broken remained. The man he had been, doting father, cunning noble, the kindness he had found eroding the cold his heart once held… it had been replaced by what stood before the former Azure Knight in this moment. A dark shadow of what was. A shadow that he cast over any who stood between him and his goals.

He held his sword before him, the one thing that remained in tact from what he had been. The blade that had saved him and Amy time and time again, and had cut down so many… if this man were to be his last kill with Flambert… it would be worth it. He blamed him, in great part, for what he became. This thing. Great with power and dreadful. A thought passed for a moment, when he wins… would Amy still accept him? Or would she see the same creature everyone else did? He shook the thought from his head, his voice dipping into a growl, “I don’t need you to fix me. Haven’t you already done enough? I will have that sword and I will leave your corpse in my wake. You were too weak for Soul Edge, you will be too weak for this one too. Now… stand aside or die by my hands.”

“I don’t seek to fix you. You are broken beyond saving. I won’t be nothing more than putting a mad and feral dog out of its misery, and preventing it from causing anyone else further pain.” Remembering where he’d been at the onset of the Malfestation of this once pure world. The growing of what had been an evil seed, a darkness he had spread for so many years while being a prisoner within his own body. Beneath blue iron helm, with eyes burning like hot coals set at the center of a fire, sunken deep into tired sockets. For how long did Siegfried hope for death to end his imprisonment and suffering? How desperately in his madness did he demand and pray for freedom from it all?

Praying for someone to end him, like he planned to end this rabid disease of a man. Nightmare had been just that for Siegfried, and his actions still to this moment haunted him. Driving him into the arms of redemption, into becoming this righteous soul wielding a holy blade, to rid this world of that evil that had tortured him and everyone it came into contact with. It was by his grief that this evil grew and germinated to all it corrupted. It was his dark wrath that turned this man into a lost soul, striding through existence with a hunger that could never be extinguished. Not by blood, not by souls, and not through either of these accursed blades.

“I will not fall so easily, nor will I stray from my destiny. If you want the power of Soulcalibur, then I shall give it to you.” With one hand he raises aloft his powerful blade rearing back with a powerful swing. With a terrifying swing, the harsh jagged point of the crystalline blade kicking up dirt and tile, dragging behind it the true holy purifying power of its unyielding might. “Face its holy light!” With the powerful swing, a wave of spiked crystals begin Siegfried’s assault as they tear across the floor of their arena. One of them would die, and Siegfried would ensure that it would not be him, not yet.

[azuureknight]

                                     𝕆𝔽𝔽𝔼ℝ 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ 𝕊𝕆𝕌𝕃𝕊

[azuureknight]

amepcrdue​:

“You will  m a k e  time for me.”

There is demand in his voice. Raphael came for one thing and once more this arrogant man stood in his way. But now their roles were reversed, weren’t they? Raphael was no longer human, but this man, this knight… he very much was. Raphael held his sword out toward the other, eyes staring straight down the blade as it pointed right at Siegfried, dark intention in his gaze. He would leave with Soul Calibur, even if it meant leaving the knight’s bloody remains behind him. No soul was more important than finding Amy once more. Everyone was fair game.

This sword… it radiated similar energy to the Greek woman’s blade. The one he had encountered several times in his travels here. But it didn’t matter, no, not after all he went through to get here. To this moment. He would claim Soul Calibur and he would use its power to find the only one he’d ever loved. The only one that mattered.

“Do not delude yourself as to what my intentions with that blade are, knight. I will leave with that sword,” He said, cold determination in his words. “Whether you survive or not is optional. Your duties will not matter, what I seek is far greater.” What was a greater force in the world than love? He could not think of anything more powerful. “My life depends on that sword, I will have it.”

“If your life depends on this sword, then it is as far from you as your lost mind.”

Gazing with eyes as misty blue as his sword, and the crystals that adorned his armor, with an unfiltered filthy haze to his sigh upon sins of his past is unnerving. Something that makes him waver in his goal, while blood runs cold chills through every vein in his body. While on the outside he is calm and collected, on the inside that battle within him haunts once again. How he fought for freedom, how he created this monster that stood before him, a hungry beast seeking a sword with no understanding of what it could do, and why it must do what it is destined. It is not some wish granting power, or some world changing fantasy.

Wielding it with confidence, he still holds great understanding for the horrors of both Soul Edge, and Soul Calibur. Swords destined to clash and fight from time immemorial until entropy consumed all. Yet through all his rage, he lifts his sword. Dark deeds that linger like shadows not yet purified of his being, but his mind full of consciousness and clarity. The knuckles of his free hand pop and settle into place with a clenching fist, and his gaze narrows once again. With a harsh motion, the edge of his crystalline blade buries itself into the towers ornate stonework at his feet, glowing with a burning white purifying light.

Siegfried, as the horror of Europe the Azure Knight, had created this beast in his hatred and anger. Raphael, born of his own hatred and twisted selfishness, had been corrupted too by Siegfried’s and the evil within Soul Edge. So now, with a sword of purifying light, he knew with heavy head and heart what he would have to do. “I am no hero. If I was, I would ask you not to do this, tell you that there was another way. But your are corrupted. Your mind and soul twisted beyond repair. There is only one way for you. I’m sorry for what I’ve made of you, but I will fix what you’ve become. You have my word.”

[azuureknight]

amepcrdue​:

⚔ @azuureknight​ has crossed paths with 𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖑 ⚔

It had been months since he left the mountain castle that had become a prison to him. Locked away consumed by grief and madness as he waited for word about his daughter’s whereabouts from his malfested scouts. But none ever returned. So once more, it was on him. A plan had formed, that if he had one of the two swords, he could use it as a means to find Amy once more. 

He had set forth, journeying until he came to the strange tower that sprung up from broken earth and fiery depths. Such a strange place that he knew was not in this place before. The swords had to be converging here, he could feel the power and draw of them. Getting past the guardians of Soul Edge had proven easy enough, having avoided most of them as he ascended the tower in hopes of coming face to face with the one who bore Soul Calibur. He could hear the footsteps echoing behind him at the top of the tower.

                                   Turning, he saw the familiar face of a man he had faced down once before.  ❝ Is it fate that we meet again? Or simply your misfortune? ❞

Icy blue eyes haze with annoyance. His crystal adorned hand grasping tightly around matching hilt of the mighty holy blade. It was not like last time, this sword did not make him a slave to its will. The duty and purpose within his mind had never been clearer, and all that stood in his way was this disturbed fool without any sense of understanding the blades he sought out. All anyone saw was power, and everyone who sought it thought that they had the will to overcome the darkness of Soul Edge, or the strength to wield Soul Calibur.

“I don’t have time for you--”

Now while wielding this sword and its purifying light, he could feel the corruption within the man’s veins. This-- All of this from the very start-- Had been his fault, his selfish raising of that evil blade had been the catalyst for the Malfestation, the raising intensity for the hunt of its power. The more souls became consumed by not only the sword, but the promises its whispered power brought.

“It’s not fate or fortune, it’s your lost mind misguidedly seeking what it doesn’t understand.” Yet in some ways, as a slave to another sword, he felt himself flexing fingers around the crystalline handle, resting its strange blade on his shoulders and feeling every fiber of his being demand he protect its power. “Go home with your life, and leave me to fulfill my duties.”

[abominableroyalty]

                                   Bend and kneel for me.                         Or raise your neck to lose your head.

[abominableroyalty]

                                   Bend and kneel for me.                         Or raise your neck to lose your head.

[magistera]

All right. Let’s settle this once and for all, my unforgivable past!

[azuureknight]

@heavensarch