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Ra's gaze began to dim the afternoon light in the city of Al-Fayoum. In the shadows, out of sight of the populace, the corvid's red eyes scan the surrounds. Malik was stalking something, hunting someone. He was given a job, but this one was...different, new. The Contract had very few details scribed, not even a bloated paragraph giving a reason for the target, but the client was sure to mention a large bounty was placed for the successful completion the Hunt. The revenue was nice, but what interested him was the Target, named: 'The Patriarch of the Sobekian Priesthood, the Pharaoh of Al-Fayoum.' He has vaguely heard of this one, but if his Black Flock was employed for this task, then this Pharaoh must be quite the man. The vagueness surrounding all of this was...perplexing....and that did nothing but fuel his investment. Malik put his mind to the task, and began to scan the streets. Not alot of guard detail out and about, an easy escape route with such lax security.

He moves through the darkness like the shadows themselves; Graceful, serene....without error, never leaving a trace, Not even the smallest feather. Malik made his way to the pyramid near the Nile River itself, he quietly ascends to the roof as the light continues to wane.

Below, Dematraxus is walking towards the temple of Sobek, no less than six guards surrounded him. Oh my, The crocodile was massive. Eleven feet tall, a wall of muscle armored by scales, Malik could see every detail of this 'Pharaoh' very impressive. The Crocodile was dressed in a sort of ceremonial armor, bare chested with a physique of a warrior. Ah, this 'Pharaoh' was also sporting a Khopesh at his side nearly as big as himself. This was no ordinary priest, this all made the corvid more, and more excited. A fine head to add to his Collection back home, and an even finer body to add to his necromancy. This target might be little more challenging then the rest, but nothing he hasn't handled before.
The Crocodilian Pharaoh approached the temple, turning to his guards to dismiss with a simple hand wave. There seemed to be a protest, but eventually they all turned away, leaving this "Priest" walk alone into the temple.

Excellent, Prime Conditions for a successful and clean Hunt are being met.
Quick and easy, in and out, with no interference, and enough revenue to fuel his Flock and grow his Empire. With perks~
Malik moved up to infiltrate the temple from the roof, the large crocodile never left his sight. How he hungered for his head~ But in his excitement, he got sloppy. His Taloned chipped the surface below his feet.....a small stone dropped, causing Dematraxus to stop in his tracks. His silvery reptilian eyes glance around, nothing. But his Warrior Senses knew something was amiss. With a low bellow-rumble, he heads through the main foyer of this temple. He walked with confidence, unwavering, he was calm and focused, but his right hand clutched his khopesh. He was prepared. Malik followed above, watching. He drew his sword; quietly summoning it forth with his dark magics in his left hand. He could tell, a simple sword wouldn't be enough to get through those scales.
He had to calm himself, evermore excited. He bid his time, getting closer, right above his target.
With his right hand, the Crow commanded and once again summoned his magics: to set a trap, surrounding the Priest with carefully placed dark spots. He would bind him to ensure a swift kill, a clean sever of that big head right off those shoulders.

Dematraxus began to walk up the stairs to the altar above. The Dark Spots began to swirl and fester near the pillars and along the stairs. Dematraxus gave pause, and in a flash, the dark spots launched from the shadows, restraining the target by wrapping dark tentacles around his armored tail and around his left arm and leg! "Ma hadha alsahara?" (What sorcery is this?) he speaks in his native tongue. He looks up as the corvid descends, dawning his death mask, red eyes glowing behind the boned sockets as he leaped to deliver a quick death, delivered by a fierce downward strike, "Death comes for the Pharaoh..." the dark sword raised above the crows head, ready to taste more royal blood. But, Malik notices the smug smirk on Dematraxus's face. Looking down he sees that the crocodile has torn through his magic like paper, tearing off the tentacles and smashing it under his foot. The edge of his khopesh out and ready, ready to show this little assassin, you will Fail.

Quickly, Malik changes to a defensive block, bracing for the strike. And in a flash, Dematraxus swings his Khopesh at the assassin, and just in time. But the block still had enough force to send Malik flying, skipping along the floor, against a pillar, and into the wall.
Malik stood back up with a Hiss, his mask cracked and shattered in some areas.
Dematraxus looked abit shocked, surprised "You survived that? Perhaps this will be worth while." he says as he walks towards the avian, ready for an onslaught of powerful blows, Malik smiled as his Mask regenerated and reformed, his body popping with sickening sounds as it reset a series of dislocated limbs and repaired his hollow bones, It was painful...but it made him feel Alive! "Oh yes, finally a Head with some Fangs! A trophy worthy of my wall. I will enjoy taking it off your shoulders,...." Malik ran his tongue along his dark blade, giving it a sadistic lick. "....lets see that Neck, Gator!"
The two rush at eachother and clash for an unforgettable battle. Neither of them were going die easy.

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I am FLOORED.  spirix approached me with this idea, as we are both heavy into world building around our characters and we found that we could have some COOL crossover here, and maybe some cool crossover lore too! So we set to work! Spirix worked with the artist and it turned out...wow! Oh and I wrote a little short story about it along with Spirix!

Ya'll the details and background, absolutely insane!

Malik belongs to:  Spirix

Dematraxus belongs to me:  Dematraxus

Artwork by:  KsenonFaurt