A prisoner of lust.

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.

"No. You haven't truly admitted your defeat." Samson answered, shaking his long maned head from side to side as he spoke in a castigating tone. "You haven't done enough to thoroughly convince me of such a thing." He added, moving his boot off of Mariki's hand but kept his greatsword near her.

"Go on. Get your blade then face me once more." He spoke harshly. "I feel as though I haven't pushed you to the limit and then some."

"Then I see no other reason but to make you one of my own," Samson answered with a smug look on his face as he advanced closer to Mariki and placed a hand on her shoulder then roughly spun her around. "Because in all honesty, seeing you laying there before me has got me thinking... If I can't have anything else more from you, then I might as well have you personally as something... well... Different, if you catch my drift." He added, keeping her there.

"I don't think I have a need to tell you, Mariki. Or at least in greater detail." Samson answered with a smirk. "But know this. I have every intention on letting you heal first before such a thing occurs." He added before suddenly tossing the swordswoman onto his shoulder.

Looking off to the side, Samson then lifted a hand up to his lips and emitted a loud whistle, calling for his warhorse to his side. Minutes later, Samson's steed arrived, galloping hard before sliding to a stop beside him. From there and without setting Mariki down, Samson then climbed up onto his horse with that same smirk.

Samson thought about galloping off with his new prize, but stopped for a moment when he spotted the second horse. This one was in no doubt hers, from what he figured. Hmm... Should I take this one along for the ride or not...? He thought as he looked at the other horse.

"She might follow me. She might not. Oh well. It doesn't matter." He said to himself as he gave a quick snap of the reins to his horse.

"HEY!" He shouted to the horse, getting a whinny out of it then began to gallop.

"You had better be. Otherwise, I'll hunt you down and leave your severed head on a pike for all to see." Samson warned as he turned his horse around and directed her back to her horse.

"Then again, I'll even do you one better. I'll let you ride your horse along with mine as we return to my domicile." Samson corrected himself, knowing full well of what he was speaking.