Infinity Blade III :

Sample Chapter : The Power of Three :

Siris, Radriar and Isa waited as the platform took them down to the dark chamber below, the vault of tears. It was extremely dark, but dust flowed in through the cracks of the Vault over time. Siris immediately felt a feeling of hatred as he descended down into it once again. Vines hung from above, and as they stepped off the platform, it raised up high, until the last glimpse they may ever have of sunlight was gone.
Sitting on the ancient, black throne was the Worker of Secrets, and resting on the side of the throne, was the Infinity Blade.
The Worker was wearing his sinister golden mask, with the hood of the black cloak he wore covering his head. The Worker wore gold armour on his body and legs, with the cloak only being long enough to cover that which was above his waist. He was sitting on his chair patiently, scanning Siris.
"Ausar, Radriar, Isa, we meet again." The Worker said, his voice malovent.
Siris only looked at the Worker with hatred. The deathless that sat before him, forger of the Infinity Blade, Siris' ancient enemy.
"So, here we are, the ancient Vault of tears, my prison for millenia, the place where our destinies intertwine." The Worker said, his gaze fixed on Siris.
"Worker, today you shall meet your doom. This place shall be your grave, and I shall see to it that my prediction is fufilled." Siris said, sounding confident but not cocky.
"Well spoken, Ausar. Yet, do you believe you can possibly defeat I? I, who hath slain the Master of the Forge, I, who hath forged the Infinity blade, the one, true death for a deathless, and I, who hath all the deathless in the land under my heel?"
"I will defeat you, Worker. And with the blade, you shall perish for eternity." Siris said defiantly.
"Than, Ausar, you leave me little choice. I shall hath to destroy you, and with this blade, you shall taste true death!" the Worker said. He lifted himself up from the throne, and, with the Infinity blade in hand, took a defensive position. Siris drew his sword, Noctris, a blade forged in the fires of Balthazaar's mount.
"Courage, Siris!" Radriar cheered, egging on his newfound ally.
And with Noctris in hand, and with courage in his heart, Siris struck.

 

You want to find the outcome? Good, thats the reaction I wanted.

 

Continued :

The strike was parried with ease, a clang sound as Noctris clashed with the Infinity blade. Siris struck again, putting all of his power into it, yet the Worker effortlessly dodged. Siris' foe attacked, his speed flawless. Siris managed to parry, but waves of blows wore him down. Another powerful strike made Siris stumble, the effort weakening him. Siris parried another blow, then dodged before a the tip of the Infinity blade sliced into his skull, then attacked. Swords clashed, like a merry dance of steel, until a powerful lunge by the Worker made him fall back. Siris fell back, giving the Worker enough time to strike. The Infinity blade ripped through Siris' flesh, and a excruciating pain burst up his abdomen, like fire. Siris doubled over, covering the wound with his arm, and retreated. After a few seconds, Siris stood up, sword ready.
The Worker laughed cruelly, studying the pathetic sight of Siris.
"Ausar, is that all you have? A pity, seeing as I expected a duel of the fates!" The Worker chuckled, sword down.
Siris looked at the Worker, his vision blurry. Could he defeat the Worker? Honestly, did he have a chance. The Worker's skill was unmatched, and Siris - Ausar, knew that he was the only one who could possibly defeat the Worker. If he survived, his tyranny would last for eternity. Siris could not let that happen.
Siris shook his head, focusing on defeating his nemesis. He roared, and drew his sword.
"Ausar, let us begin truly!" The Worker exclaimed.
Siris struck from above in a rage of blows, fueled by bitter fury. The Worker still blocked with ease, but Siris was making progress. Siris lunged, but that was his mistake. The Worker dodged, and struck. The blade narrowly missed Siris head.
Siris countered by a powerful parry that broke the Worker's defense. In a flux of slices, the Worker felt the full fury of Siris, or Ausar.
The Worker fell back, traces of blood on his chest.
"You show your true spirit, Ausar!" Let us continue.

 

 And no this is not from the Book