This is a battle for the two bloodcrafters. Zaraku versus Erasmus Sindierus. Prepare thyself!
Rules: Basic Gunjin fare. No healing, one hit KOs, et cetera. Please do not use your regeneration in this fight.
Battlefield: A burned glade, near a serene and babbeling brook.
You can have first intro, if desired, if not I'll gladly introduce my character first. Let's go.
The Frozenblood icecrafter versus the demon bloodcrafter. (Come here, Zaraku.)
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Galefore
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From the smoke of a burned glade a cloaked figure walks into a clearing. All he can see is chared ground, a small brook, and smoke. In a low sinister voice "heh, what happened to this place. hmm someone strong must have done this." he walks a bit farther trying to see anything or anyone in the smoke but it was no use he couldn't see anything. He yells "Hay is anyone out there, if there is I have a pair of claws that are dieing for some flesh hehehe"
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Ash and flame of battles old,
Death and battles from stories told,
The ever-suffering world moves on,
Another scar to view upon
Its face is etched, yet no-one weeps,
The darkness continues as the earth ever sleeps.
A lyric as such was written and hung in honor of the death and flame that destroyed former beauty. All peace was stripped of its home; all who were cruel laughed as battle occurred yet no healing was seen. Awful characteristics showed forth the frivolities of soldiers, a burned smell still wafting despite the accumulation of many years passed. Moreover, there entered a demon. Demons… A subject quite familiar and touchy to the other living soul upon the battlefield. He solemnly walked, scowling and muttering, his hair blowing in the wind…
He came with spikes on his shoulder, drops of fresh blood cooling his very clothing. A thorn had been torn from his shoulder, held like a dagger, and was at that moment still freshly frozen. His eyes were paler than they usually were, fear seeming to have come, passed, and stained their glare and left it fogged and dimmed.
All he could hear was “I have a pair of claws that are dying for some flesh.”
That is all he needed to hear.
“You are… very foolish.” Spoke an obviously exhausted Erasmus, possibly from another battle. “I will make you regret your coming here… Sinful creature. You will be liberated…”
Erasmus’s handheld spike transformed into a dagger, a cold steam rising during it’s metamorphosis. The demon stirred…
Death and battles from stories told,
The ever-suffering world moves on,
Another scar to view upon
Its face is etched, yet no-one weeps,
The darkness continues as the earth ever sleeps.
A lyric as such was written and hung in honor of the death and flame that destroyed former beauty. All peace was stripped of its home; all who were cruel laughed as battle occurred yet no healing was seen. Awful characteristics showed forth the frivolities of soldiers, a burned smell still wafting despite the accumulation of many years passed. Moreover, there entered a demon. Demons… A subject quite familiar and touchy to the other living soul upon the battlefield. He solemnly walked, scowling and muttering, his hair blowing in the wind…
He came with spikes on his shoulder, drops of fresh blood cooling his very clothing. A thorn had been torn from his shoulder, held like a dagger, and was at that moment still freshly frozen. His eyes were paler than they usually were, fear seeming to have come, passed, and stained their glare and left it fogged and dimmed.
All he could hear was “I have a pair of claws that are dying for some flesh.”
That is all he needed to hear.
“You are… very foolish.” Spoke an obviously exhausted Erasmus, possibly from another battle. “I will make you regret your coming here… Sinful creature. You will be liberated…”
Erasmus’s handheld spike transformed into a dagger, a cold steam rising during it’s metamorphosis. The demon stirred…
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Zarellku
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A chill shot up the cloaked figure's spine. "aah so there is someone here and you say sinful beast ha I am more than just a demon." The figure lifts his right hand to his face creates 5 needles as if he were opening a fan. "Now ... ... ... where are you" The figure starts searching around "show yourself, I would rather not fill this place with needles." The figure grins under his cloak.