The hell boy watched the fae's expressions as they continued their conversation. She was intriguing creature, one that didn't seem to run away from him. Was she enjoying this? Sadist, he thought with a hint of lust for the dark creature. He did not speak out loud on this, but he did almost respect Ghost for still standing in his presence and speaking with him. He had seemingly done well with his talk about her mother, and she replied with a flicker of humour in her tone. He simply spread a dark smile across his velveteens and dipped his blackened cranium in acknowledgement to her,
"I was brought up in a primal environment, Ghost. The base instincts and ideas are all anybody needs," his tone remained dark and deep as she spoke further, "I have yet to see if you turned out perfectly but I can see it was verging on that." Abaddon even let out a slight grin at this, full of humour. The dark brute took little notice of her pools scrutinizing his body, as this was exactly part of the primal instincts he spoke of.

And then it turned back to armies, which Abaddon could feel the stories lingering within his system and churning up all of his own memories and desires to battle once more. Talk of death and despair really did get him going, and he wanted to find out the best details of the fighting that took place in this strange land before his ascendence on it, but he felt that now seemed like quite not the time. He remained silent in order not to open up Ghost's waterworks. He wanted the hard gritty details, not the blubbering of a female's sad viewpoint on this. The best creatures to talk to were the stags who had played a part in the war, the ones who remained here with their skulls raised high on their necks and a pride in their eyes.

Ghost's pools lit up in a sly style with her velveteens opening up to a mischevious smile that taunted the hell boy. She wanted to find out more of his past, and he chuckled with a booming vocal box that seemed to echo over the desert of the Dragon's Throat.

"There's more?! You can't tell me there's more to the story and not tell me what it is."

The look of pure disgust was written all across her pretty cranium, and with humour swelling up inside him at the funny facial expression he had a neat little idea. Abaddon smiled once more towards her, having an idea in his mind that what she wanted would give him something he yearned for too. With the thoughts still fresh in his mind, the blackened brute spoke to her with a proposition,
"Fight me, and if you win I will tell you all of what happened to me, and what happened regarding this," He tilted his cranium up to the left side, letting the late sun's rays cast a red glow to the already horrendous looking burn wound. He then continued, "But if you lose, you hear nothing of it and I get to hear everything about the war, details and all." His orange pools glowed with a fire of determination, wondering whether he could get the Throat spy to agree.

But in the same instant Ghost seemed to already have the same idea. Her words of courageness fell on well-toned lobes that were used to hearing spouts of bravery from all kinds of creatures. He should have expected it to come from a female spy with a dark tendency. And she shall get a fight if she wishes, Abaddon thought silently to himself. He piped up in good time, "I won't be making this easy for you, remember that." The humour within that post was soon replaced with an aggressive and sinister plot in his brain. He mapped out all of the points of the fae that he felt he could take advantage of, from the weak underbelly to the point between her cheeks and neck. All the weakest points would be so easy if he were able to get a good grip with his crown of blackened spiralling horns. He watched intently as Ghost prepared herself by fitting over her armour that had actually not noticed before. Her pelt and the armour seemed to shine in the immense heat of the Tallsun sun, with the desert making a fitting beginning to his fighting days in Helovia. If Ghost was hoping for an easy win to claim back her prowess and to further boast to the rest of the herd that she had beaten the great Abaddon, the hell boy was aiming to snap that away from her.

And then suddenly he was admist in it. Ghost plunged herself forward against the front of his body, with her spiralling horn aiming for the left side of his body. It hit his shoulder, sliding upwards as he attempted to break himself away from the tussle by throwing himself backwards and making his body smaller. The horn had pierced the black skin, making a slight gash that ebbed and stung. It made the brute wince but it did not stop his brain from thinking of a way to cause damage around the immense amount of armour that Ghost had fitted herself with. The dust was now high in the air as the pair had seemingly unsettled it from its slumber, and that gave Abaddon the sense that he could take the creature by surprise. As he flung himself backwards, with his body arched and his hind legs in the position of a coiled spring, Abaddon arched his neck tightly in order for his head to come as close to his neck as possible. Out of the corner of his eyes he spotted one of the weak spots he aimed to hit - the neck. With just enough power set to throw himself into her, Abaddon jumped from the spot, aiming his five horns up into the back of her cheekbones through the soft flesh of the neck.

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@Ghost

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Abaddon has no companions nor armour.

Summary:
Abaddon takes minor damage from Ghost which results in a gash on his left shoulder. He tries to jump on Ghost after backing away from Ghost, aiming his horns to the top of the neck underneath the cheek.

[OOC: Good luck to you too! I hope I'm doing this right haha xD <333]

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ABADDON

When two tribes go to war, a point is all that you can score.