Me: Finally after so long, I can end you!
?????: You've been a pain just to look at you idol of electrical cowardness!

And then swung up his sword to strike at me. But I just tackled him to the ground and tried to bite off his neck. His sword disappeared into a mist as soon as his powers were disrupted. Although he held my jaws away from him. The pure rage that fueled my strength, would indeed triumph over his physical willpower. I saw him struggle to keep me off him, and his grunts proved so. I coukd have depleted his strength, if I kept it up a bit longer. He kicked me off him, and summoned his shadow sword again. I was nearly too late as I was recovering. He made a angry hasty walk towards me. And as his snarl of hate powered his swing to slice my head off, I quickly rolled to the side. And made a risky miss. He shouted in anger and had a mean glare to his snout. And I got into a defensive stance, ready to sidestep another swing. And he tried to slice vertically, but I was too smart for that. And Hazzy noticed our death fight, and backed off to give us some extra fighting space.
Hazzy: Your actaully trying to kill each other!? You guys can't so that, Jake won't like that, and there will be less to clean up!
?????: Tell that to the souls I've killed!
Me: Die already! I hate you, you murderer!
?????: I'm no murderer, I am a Mercanary!!

And seemingly taking offense to that comment, he broke off his sword to his infamous duel wielding form. Now he would be much faster, and he could possibly could me by this point. Nonetheless, I would rather die trying. I kept my gaurd up and waited for his move. He spun his now two swords into a reverse wield, and looked ready to dash. My focus sharpened and I sidestepped his death threatening attack. After missing he staggered and tried to attack me with another head slicing attack. This time when he got close enough. A bit his paw enough to were it made a nasty bite into it, and his first one faded. He grunted and tried to shake off the pain in his hand.

?????: Grrr...I'm skilled just as my left as much as right, Ezahn! Your not safe from my dark wrath!
Me: Then let's see if you can strike me down Darkout! I really want to see if your even capable of actaully claiming my head!
(I snarled at him in a provocative tone.)
?????: If I was able to kill an electrical goddess with twice the power of a Single Zapdos. Then what makes you think you POSSIBLY have the willpower to escape the inevitable death that has gloomed over your last moments? Give up now and I will make it painless...

Me: A hero fights with every last extension of energy. And I will die a hero's death if I have to. Something you have been forbidden the privilege of!

?????: Hmph....no matter...I will still claim your head on my bloody blade. Your fortunate I only have a replica...otherwise my steel blade would have properly slaughtered your insignificant efforts. I want your blood on the grass as much as you hate me. So let's settle this bitter duel and just GIVE UP!

He shouted at me and charged over and slashed me 3 times. This time he got me and kicked me over. As soon as I was on my side...I couldn't get up. I was bleeding too harshly to recollect any lost strength that had escaped me. How could I not have seen such an attack? I was actaully fearing for my life by now. I felt foolish for taking on a mercanary...a veteran war hero, and I haven't been in a war myself. He was huffing as he slowly approached me. Apperently catching me off gaurd made him over exhilarated his energy. But he still had enough left to form one last shadow sword. I wasn't even going to spit out my last words...I felt it would only fuel his killing pleasure. And then hung it over me in a downward strike, ready to pierce my heart.

????: Farewell Lightning Sentinel.

Jake: Zoroark stop!! What are you doing!?

????: Urghhh....the delay of your death is mandatory. I will...claim your blood Ezahn...

Already being frustrated enough, he disposed of his dark sword into thin air...and backed away from me. I was indeed in true deep pain...but I wasn't going to whimper about it. The only thing I could focus on...was those eyes of his. I've seen that look too many times, and it almost makes me hate the color blue in the first place. This...one...and only Zoroark makes me despise the speices like rubbish. He turned something that could have been honored of a respectable honorability of protection and a bold guardian. But he manipulated his destiny to be a merciless Mercanary.
He has great valor and has a unhealthy picking of audacity. Most of his fighting days had a lot of risk and reward situations. And the reward...was keeping his own head, and slaughtering another head. If only I could have despised another than this immoral deceiver. He stood by the door with a cross expression, and his arms folded too. As the human boy came to aid my wounds, he saw they weren't deep, but were indeed concerning and were worthy of medical attention. Hazzy sat in a dark corner afraid of interfering in that one of us might kill her ourselves. I saw her fearful eyes. Laying there unsure she could even find the propper bravery to step out and confront us.

Me: Hazzy, *cough*. You...d...do not need to be afraid. This....Zoroark is the....the....real enemy. This household of residents is in deep misfortune of danger upon his dark...nrgh...death dealing...wrath. Get them out...before...he does something...you...all regret.
?????: Foolish imbecile. This family is my home. If anything it be you the hostile one Ezahn. Jake made a grand mistake bringing you to me...I should kill your right now. But I will let you recover...and next time I will make sure there are no interruptions. Only pain...and the end result being your death...

Me: I'll...kill you...first you...heartless fool.
?????: I'm not heartless!!

He said rushing to my face and gripping my throat with a snarl. But his face represented pain than anger. It was a face of loss...hurt and something special.
?????: I may have been a Mercanary and a GRAND fighter! But in no way possible did I ever let the bloodlust overpaint my morales, or heart! I never even took pleassure into my enemy's death!! Knowing....my brother is dead...the fact I'm still alive. It brings my soul to tears. I wish I could have died long before now...but he aged out. And where was I when he was living his life? He lost his big brother at the age of 7! And I.....and apperently you have been put into a centuries long sleep. That's why we're here today. To restore our fallen hones Ezahn. I would have killed you before all this happened...but you needed to be alive.

Me: You...should have...just done it.
?????: No...your life was required elsewhere. Thats why those 3 legendaries put us in a deep sleep to help rebuild our lost empire. But since I knew you would not cooperate, your grudge against me for murdering your sister overlapped all positive emotion. And bittered teeth against my throat...the blood you never got to claim because I'm her killer. That's the ONLY thing you want here. Me to die so your soul can be set free...we have bigger plans Ezahn, whether you like it or not. Maybe if you open up to me, I will consider being gentler.

And then he got up and backed off. The seemingly baleful aura he gave off violated or slayed my hope. He may have had a pained past, but I'm suffering too. And it's still hard to get over it. I feel as if she died just yesterday...because I was out to rest the day my father and sister died. Perhaps having words with him privately would be a more sufficient tactic than presuming all his intentions and deeds are darkly corrupted. I still don't quite Beilive his words, even if they are indeed honest from a deceptive Pokemon. I will just have to adjust...and just hope to put aside our rivalry, and restore what we lost. I just want to be happy again...but he has a different way of doing that. It's probably wisest to heed his plan, before I take into consideration of my own idea.