Anton heaves and strains to pull the massive door open, where unoiled hinges (perhaps purposely unoiled hinges) screech mightily into the final room of Lord Basilio the Elder's labyrinth.
Rushing down the short hallway, the two vampires stumble onto a scene almost out of a tale:
The room is luxurious and decadent, clearly intended to provide every comfort an elder of Basilio's magnitude could desire. A pale fire that gives off neither heat nor smoke burns within an ornate fireplace, at the foot of which is a large stuffed chair of egyptian origin. Basilio, Lord of Sofia, sits in it. Behind him, Husayn, master among masters, stands with a sword drawn, dripping his own blood. His clothing has been ripped to pieces around his upper left torso, where he appears to have suffered terrible damage to his body - the Leviathan left its mark.
Basilio is not unaware of the situation - Kiril and Anton had walked into a conversation, it seems.
"You truly intend to kill me then, Husayn? You would give up everything we have strived to accomplish together?"
Husayn's voice is clear and neutral, telling nothing of the pain he must feel.
"I have taken a contract, and I shall execute it. Enough, my friend; your children have come to watch you die."
Moving so quickly they can only begin to follow him with their eyes, Husayn's blade almost vanishes from sight as it moves up and then rapidly down, in a simple maneuver to decapitate the dark lord - but Basilio is not without his own defenses. With almost equal speed, the master Lasombra shifts out of his seat and holds out his right hand as if he held something within it. Darkness materializes into the form of a dark, obsidian blade just in time to stop the advance of the assassin's killing blow. Both strike with such force that their blades break, Husayn's snapping at the edge and Basilio's shattering into a thousand abyssal crystals. The force from the blade also expels some of the blood on Husayn's blade, which strikes Basilio's body and begins eating through his clothing. The elder shows no pain.
Without missing a step Husayn unsheathes a bloody dagger, moving to eviscerate Basilio - but the Lasombra grabs and twists the assassin's arm. Moving him aside just in time to avoid the blow.
Now put slightly off balance, Husayn takes advantage of his superior speed to maneuver himself back into a position of safety behind Basilio, where he prepares his next finishing strike. The Lasombra starts to turn but he moves too slowly to stop the blow...
Kiril and Anton start forward both know they will be unable to reach their sire in time. Husayn wears a look of open despair as he realizes he will succeed.
The room grows cold.
A shade bursts out from Basilio's shadow and catches Husayn's dagger in one dark hand, squeezing with such absolute strength that the Kiril can hear the dagger's steel groan and snap. The pain would be horrific, had it been capable of feeling such.
From the prolific shadows within the room tendrils sprout, blessed with a strength from the Abyss greater than even Basilio's. Husayn's eyes widen, though he no longer appears to despair. He ducks and weaves a slips around the attacks, avoiding even those that Basilio adds into the fight. He moves as a blur, and in fact Anton is not sure that the Assamite isn't using some discipline to hide his form.
As it goes, Husayn has begun to dodge towards Anton and Kiril. If there's any time for them to act, it would be now.