One man stood out from the bodies that were strewn about on the field of battle, clad in full body armor with only the helmet missing, gazing about the field with perhaps the most startling pair of greenish-hazel eyes anyone had ever seen. Strapped to his back was an impressively designed greatsword that measured nearly as long as his 6' 2" height, featuring a flame-like pattern on the blade, thusly giving it the nickname, Firebrand. This knight's shoulder-length brown hair flitted about as the wind blew, carrying with it the acrid scent of death. He had endured a great many one-on-one contests to get to this point, an he was damned to let this opportunity of having a showdown with the legendary Poisoned Rose slip through his fingers.

Upon arrival, Samson DaVinci slowly reached a gauntlet-clad hand back to the treasured blade he cared for so long, then slowly drew it out and jabbed the tip of the blade into the ground, aiming his hate driven eyes at the woman who stood across from him on the battlefield.

"I'm understanding that this is the infamous Poisoned Rose I've heard so much about?" Samson asked, arching a interested yet intense eyebrow at the woman and never taking his eyes away from her for a second.

Samson seemed to smirk at the display this female warrior was putting on, trying to intimidate him with her eyes alone. "I'm definitely not your friend, if that's what you're implying. I'm also not a foe, either. I suppose you could call me... Someone who' interested in a fight between two great warriors." He answered with a small grin as he then pulled the tip of the blade from out of the ground and assumed a ready position.

"So what say you, female warrior? You feel up for a challenge or shall I have to slay you now and spare myself the trouble?" He then asked, his demeanor becoming one of focus.

"Then I suppose I'll just make you my enemy." Samson answered with a snarling grin and then charged after the swordswoman, aiming to slam his blade through her back with an animalistic fervor.

"Time to burn in hell, wench!" Samson snarled as he brought the greatsword back and took a mighty swing at her.

(Sorry this took so long!)

(It's okay. I was just thinking that all my roleplays die.)

Mariki was glad she kept some of her senses on the man. When he tried to attack her, her reflexes allowed her to save herself before coming face to face with him. She narrowed her eyes as she looked at him. "You dare attack a female swordswoman in the back? That's very dishonorable, sir." The wind blew her hair to the side and let him she her blue eyes. Her blood speckled face got closer to his as she scowled. "You should burn in hell, you and your Firebrand."

"That was because you decided to give your back to me. You of all people should know that all's fair in love and war...!" Samson growled as he hefted the greatsword back up and brung it back down hard, aiming to cleave through her skull straight through the middle this time with a savage amount of force behind it.

"DODGE THIS!!!" He snarled.

Unsatisfied due to the fact that he missed his target but content with his blade striking her shoulder with resounding force, Samson gave a grin at this. With that bit of weakness she showed to him, Samson thought about continuing the assault before he noticed her sword coming up to lop his head off in one swift swipe. Reacting purely out of instinct, Samson ducked his head down, her blade zipping past his head and waited for her blade to complete its arc.

"Experience is everything, miss. Love is another matter!" He answered before throwing his entire body weight into a knockdown shoulder tackle.

"Where do you think you're going, miss?" Samson asked, stepping over to her fallen form and placed his booted foot on her hand to keep her from getting to her sword. He then glanced over to the weapon and smirked at it for a mere moment before looking back at her with a grin. "Oh that?" Samson spoke again, laughing darkly for a moment. "You won't be needing it anymore." He added after jabbing the tip of the greatsword into the ground with the serrated edge of his sword reflecting her face back at her.

"How sad is this, I wonder... The great and mighty Poisoned Rose has fallen before someone who has outwitted her." He mocked, cackling a little as he continued gazing down at her with a grin.

"Don't worry. I'll give it back to you. But for the time being, young lady, I want you to know one thing. I want you to acknowledge your defeat on this field of battle." Samson answered, keeping his eyes trained on her as he spoke as his grin seemed to disappear slowly. "Only then will I uphold my end of the bargain." He added, his voice calm as the ocean on the shoreline.

"So... Have you admitted your defeat?" He then asked, not taking his boot off of her hand.