Hmm... it feels like its been too long since I've had a fight... even though its only been like a week or two. Anyway, I'll be using my newest character Mirodel at the end of the post.
Anyway, standard battlefield rules apply, challenger makes the arena and takes the first move.
Open Challenge
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deathscythe
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OoC: ok.
I will use Dante The Black Death
Abandoned Castle Dungeon:
A castle that has long since been abandoned by it's people who were badly beaten by an empire so great. But this empire was a pretty big empire as well. They had a few large castles, this one being the biggest, it survived for hundreds of years. The castle it's self was destroyed, but the dungeons were left alone.
Walking through the forest hoping for blood was Dante, he needed to feed, as it had been miles after coming across a human, animals were not quite as satisfying for Dante as he had never quite tasted something, that had tasted as good. Maybe it was the flesh, or maybe it was the pleasure, and pride of getting your pray, but Dante liked it. Dante would be this bad vampire for ever.
Dante so some type of glow in the horizon, hopefully he thought, it wasn't the sun. "nah, cant be" he said to himself, its way to early. But just in case he would have to take cover in the first thing he saw. Hopefully it would be nice. But as said before, Dante needed to feed. He looked around, and again. He saw a small motion in the tree. He raised the bloody sword that he carried with no case, and swung the blade at the tree, some would think this as a bad thing to do, seeing as not many blades could cut through trees with one hack.
The tree fell, and Dante moved towards the tree, something went scurrying out of it, and he went flying at it. He picked it up with one hand, and drank. he dropped it and turned around to find a stairway. He wondered what it was, and decided to go in. Walking down the steps, and just looking straight ahead, he noticed that the walls were pure stone, and that ahead a pretty damaged gate blocked off the rest of the way.
This gate may have been strong before, but now it was merely a old raggedy, cruddy, wall, that could be took down with ease. He stuck his sword ahead and barely touched it and the gate fell. He continued to walk in, he soon fell across a skeleton. He stood at the skeletons skull and just laughed. And then continued. The path got darker, but Dante was used to everything being pitch dark.
A small pitch dark room was all Dante needed to feel at home for a few short hours. He looked around and laid on the floor, the stone hard floor that he had gotten used to sleeping on, from having no home at all. He tried to sleep, but he could tell that the sun was not out yet, so it would be hard, so he just laid.
I will use Dante The Black Death
Abandoned Castle Dungeon:
A castle that has long since been abandoned by it's people who were badly beaten by an empire so great. But this empire was a pretty big empire as well. They had a few large castles, this one being the biggest, it survived for hundreds of years. The castle it's self was destroyed, but the dungeons were left alone.
Walking through the forest hoping for blood was Dante, he needed to feed, as it had been miles after coming across a human, animals were not quite as satisfying for Dante as he had never quite tasted something, that had tasted as good. Maybe it was the flesh, or maybe it was the pleasure, and pride of getting your pray, but Dante liked it. Dante would be this bad vampire for ever.
Dante so some type of glow in the horizon, hopefully he thought, it wasn't the sun. "nah, cant be" he said to himself, its way to early. But just in case he would have to take cover in the first thing he saw. Hopefully it would be nice. But as said before, Dante needed to feed. He looked around, and again. He saw a small motion in the tree. He raised the bloody sword that he carried with no case, and swung the blade at the tree, some would think this as a bad thing to do, seeing as not many blades could cut through trees with one hack.
The tree fell, and Dante moved towards the tree, something went scurrying out of it, and he went flying at it. He picked it up with one hand, and drank. he dropped it and turned around to find a stairway. He wondered what it was, and decided to go in. Walking down the steps, and just looking straight ahead, he noticed that the walls were pure stone, and that ahead a pretty damaged gate blocked off the rest of the way.
This gate may have been strong before, but now it was merely a old raggedy, cruddy, wall, that could be took down with ease. He stuck his sword ahead and barely touched it and the gate fell. He continued to walk in, he soon fell across a skeleton. He stood at the skeletons skull and just laughed. And then continued. The path got darker, but Dante was used to everything being pitch dark.
A small pitch dark room was all Dante needed to feel at home for a few short hours. He looked around and laid on the floor, the stone hard floor that he had gotten used to sleeping on, from having no home at all. He tried to sleep, but he could tell that the sun was not out yet, so it would be hard, so he just laid.
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
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A cloaked figure wanders through the forest; the only part of its body clearly visible being a single arm. The arm has a small green orb embedded into it and instead of hands is ended with a claw with two long black nails. Between the nails hovers a small glowing orb, shedding some light to the surrounding area.
He walks further into the forest, stopping at fallen tree with a clean cut through its base and a recently killed creature next to it. Though it had a deep wound in it, there was hardly any blood on the ground next to it. For a moment he wondered what kind of creature did such a thing before moving on.
He came to an area where the trees were more scarce, and odd rocks scatter the plain; the remnants of an ancient castle. He notes a stairway leading down into a dark corridor. With a sense of curiousity he travels down them, passing an ancient gate, and various skeletons along the path; the only thing keeping him on track being the magical light between his nails.
The light faded quickly however, as a blood red blade flies towards his body by a tall figure that lunged out from the shade. With a swift swing with his arm he partially deflects the blade with the claw of his other arm. He quickly tries to counter, doing a quick kick with his left leg.
He walks further into the forest, stopping at fallen tree with a clean cut through its base and a recently killed creature next to it. Though it had a deep wound in it, there was hardly any blood on the ground next to it. For a moment he wondered what kind of creature did such a thing before moving on.
He came to an area where the trees were more scarce, and odd rocks scatter the plain; the remnants of an ancient castle. He notes a stairway leading down into a dark corridor. With a sense of curiousity he travels down them, passing an ancient gate, and various skeletons along the path; the only thing keeping him on track being the magical light between his nails.
The light faded quickly however, as a blood red blade flies towards his body by a tall figure that lunged out from the shade. With a swift swing with his arm he partially deflects the blade with the claw of his other arm. He quickly tries to counter, doing a quick kick with his left leg.
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Dante jumped above the blade, and quickly countered the counter, with a strong kick the arm seeing what the arm could do. But this did little and Dante could tell that this fighter was strong, as he thrust Dante back, and Dante summersalt to his feet. "Darn" he said to himself. Dante could only wonder what the fighter he was facing was doing here. He raised his bloody blade, and the two fighters for the first time met eye contact, and they had a sudden seize in fighting. Dante was not one quick to question some one, so he decided to stay quite.
Stepping forward, Dante was attacked. Two slicing blows into the cloth of his black shirt tearing the threads, but not breaking any skin, as He was able to dodge with just little time to spare. Dante swung the sword but the attack was deflected with the blade, and Dante was pushed back, his feet slid across the floors as if he were wearing socks. Dante wondered things like "What the hell is this guy?" and "Why is he here" But he did not ask. He instead ran forward and jumped over his opponent, flying in the air, and landing behind him, before the opponent could turn around, a bloody sword was directed directly at his head.
"I like to have fun with my pray before, I finish it" Said Dante, a glare of pride in his eyes, as he had given a chance to a life form, something the demons of his village had not done. Dante gave in, and asked "Who are you?" he couldn't go much longer with out finding out. He need to know. There was no reply, just another awkward silence, the bloody blade held up to his face. Nothing happened for even a minute. But this sudden silence would not last.
The mysterious fighter instead swung his arm at the blade, hitting the blade towards the ground. Dante, couldn't counter with out his sword, so Dante took the advantage, and ran after him, Dante jumped over him, and into the mysterious darker part of the room, that was lit by no moon light at all, now cracks, nothing. But as said before, Dante had become used to this kind of element.
The Vampire, ran own through a passage most likely being fallowed, but setting a trap, he leaned over where very few possible life forms could see him. But then he realized that he had a glowing orb, but from the ground, he could not be seen. The figure, had indeed fallen into his trap, this once. As soon as the figure was insight, He jumped over him, and ran to retrieve his sword. he ran back, and picked up the blade, and licked a little blood off it. The figure emerged just in time to see this.
The figure, was quite shocked, Dante could tell from the hand motion that he was, well for hundreds of years of living you eventually learn the physical signs of humans, and other such beings. The dark had become Dante's home, so he was becoming quite comfortable in fighting in it. The mysterious fighter charged forward and swung his claw, and Dante jumped above, ans swung the sword, this time drawing blood, or some substance from the body of the fighter. First blood had been drawled, in a fairly simple way.
"Why do you do things like that?" asked the figure. " I thought it would be obvious" Replied Dante, "But tell me, who are you?". " I am mirodel" Mirodel replied. Dante, walked forward, a few drops of blood fell from the blade. and leaving splatter marks on the floor. Dante could tell that the fight would soon become bloody, or painful. Whichever, Dante was fine with. Dante had no idea that the fighter would actually be a good fighter, who could send Dante to the final grave.
Another awkward pause came after Dante took a few steps, but the fight regained consciousness when Dante Ran straight at him. Both the fighters swung there weapons, one a sword, one a arm, thingy. But Mirodel was the only successful one, drawing blood to the arm of Dante, his blood poured down his arm, but the wound would not heal, so fast. "darn" though Dante.
Stepping forward, Dante was attacked. Two slicing blows into the cloth of his black shirt tearing the threads, but not breaking any skin, as He was able to dodge with just little time to spare. Dante swung the sword but the attack was deflected with the blade, and Dante was pushed back, his feet slid across the floors as if he were wearing socks. Dante wondered things like "What the hell is this guy?" and "Why is he here" But he did not ask. He instead ran forward and jumped over his opponent, flying in the air, and landing behind him, before the opponent could turn around, a bloody sword was directed directly at his head.
"I like to have fun with my pray before, I finish it" Said Dante, a glare of pride in his eyes, as he had given a chance to a life form, something the demons of his village had not done. Dante gave in, and asked "Who are you?" he couldn't go much longer with out finding out. He need to know. There was no reply, just another awkward silence, the bloody blade held up to his face. Nothing happened for even a minute. But this sudden silence would not last.
The mysterious fighter instead swung his arm at the blade, hitting the blade towards the ground. Dante, couldn't counter with out his sword, so Dante took the advantage, and ran after him, Dante jumped over him, and into the mysterious darker part of the room, that was lit by no moon light at all, now cracks, nothing. But as said before, Dante had become used to this kind of element.
The Vampire, ran own through a passage most likely being fallowed, but setting a trap, he leaned over where very few possible life forms could see him. But then he realized that he had a glowing orb, but from the ground, he could not be seen. The figure, had indeed fallen into his trap, this once. As soon as the figure was insight, He jumped over him, and ran to retrieve his sword. he ran back, and picked up the blade, and licked a little blood off it. The figure emerged just in time to see this.
The figure, was quite shocked, Dante could tell from the hand motion that he was, well for hundreds of years of living you eventually learn the physical signs of humans, and other such beings. The dark had become Dante's home, so he was becoming quite comfortable in fighting in it. The mysterious fighter charged forward and swung his claw, and Dante jumped above, ans swung the sword, this time drawing blood, or some substance from the body of the fighter. First blood had been drawled, in a fairly simple way.
"Why do you do things like that?" asked the figure. " I thought it would be obvious" Replied Dante, "But tell me, who are you?". " I am mirodel" Mirodel replied. Dante, walked forward, a few drops of blood fell from the blade. and leaving splatter marks on the floor. Dante could tell that the fight would soon become bloody, or painful. Whichever, Dante was fine with. Dante had no idea that the fighter would actually be a good fighter, who could send Dante to the final grave.
Another awkward pause came after Dante took a few steps, but the fight regained consciousness when Dante Ran straight at him. Both the fighters swung there weapons, one a sword, one a arm, thingy. But Mirodel was the only successful one, drawing blood to the arm of Dante, his blood poured down his arm, but the wound would not heal, so fast. "darn" though Dante.
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
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OOC: Hmm... in case you missed my message in the shoutbox... since it goes too fast. I probably won't be able to continue this for a while; too many things happening right now...
Mirodel looked at the vampire. He had managed to inflict some damage, but it wouldn't prevent him from continuing the battle, and especially not from killing others in its hunt. He thought to himself about it; deciding a creature causing such pain and destuction to others should not be allowed to live.
He dashed toward Dante, swinging forward with a left jab. Before it could connect however the vampire quickly moved to the side and swung at Mirodel with his sword, cutting him with a fairly deep cut to his side. Mirodel fell to his knees, a claw digging into the ground to prevent him from fully falling, his other arm covering his wound to slow the bleeding.
Dante walked towards him, licking the blood off his sword. "Your blood... its very different from anything I've had before. I'm curious, what kind of creature are you?" he asked his prey, lifting his blade to prepare for the final blow.
"I'm known as a Borelan..." Mirodel replied weakly, "We are a peaceful race of nature ...yet I cannot stand those such as you who hurt and destroy for your own gain. I will not let you continue to live in this way!"
"Heh. One clinging to life with such bold words? Well, if you're so against people being hurt, then I'll end you quickly!" Dante said, his sword swinging toward Mirodel, his leg being quickly pulled on, and his back and head crashing to the stone ground. His sword flies from his hands and bounces across the ground a few feet away.
Mirodel lifts his arm, unearthing the claw he dug into the ground. A small green vine sprouting from between its two blades, leading beneath the ground, and then reappearing, wrapped around Dante's leg. He rises and sharply pulls on the vine; a small crack heard as Dante's leg is forcefully pulled into the stone ground, and then a snap as the vine breaks from the pressure put on it.
The vine slowly retracts from his arm, seemingly absorbed by a small seed between the claws. Holding his side he looks at Dante and speaks. "I know you're too strong to have been taken down by that... but before I do; tell me this... Do you actually like having to live like this, or are do you actually have regret for your actions?"
Mirodel looked at the vampire. He had managed to inflict some damage, but it wouldn't prevent him from continuing the battle, and especially not from killing others in its hunt. He thought to himself about it; deciding a creature causing such pain and destuction to others should not be allowed to live.
He dashed toward Dante, swinging forward with a left jab. Before it could connect however the vampire quickly moved to the side and swung at Mirodel with his sword, cutting him with a fairly deep cut to his side. Mirodel fell to his knees, a claw digging into the ground to prevent him from fully falling, his other arm covering his wound to slow the bleeding.
Dante walked towards him, licking the blood off his sword. "Your blood... its very different from anything I've had before. I'm curious, what kind of creature are you?" he asked his prey, lifting his blade to prepare for the final blow.
"I'm known as a Borelan..." Mirodel replied weakly, "We are a peaceful race of nature ...yet I cannot stand those such as you who hurt and destroy for your own gain. I will not let you continue to live in this way!"
"Heh. One clinging to life with such bold words? Well, if you're so against people being hurt, then I'll end you quickly!" Dante said, his sword swinging toward Mirodel, his leg being quickly pulled on, and his back and head crashing to the stone ground. His sword flies from his hands and bounces across the ground a few feet away.
Mirodel lifts his arm, unearthing the claw he dug into the ground. A small green vine sprouting from between its two blades, leading beneath the ground, and then reappearing, wrapped around Dante's leg. He rises and sharply pulls on the vine; a small crack heard as Dante's leg is forcefully pulled into the stone ground, and then a snap as the vine breaks from the pressure put on it.
The vine slowly retracts from his arm, seemingly absorbed by a small seed between the claws. Holding his side he looks at Dante and speaks. "I know you're too strong to have been taken down by that... but before I do; tell me this... Do you actually like having to live like this, or are do you actually have regret for your actions?"
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"WHY WOULD YOU THINK I DO!!!" Yelled Dante, with a fury, a fury of pain, and strength, something that he would not have normally done. Pain in the heart of the vampire, struck more pain than the vine. "than why?" continued the creature, that Dante could not figure out. "You couldn't understand!" Yelled Dante, as he riped his foot out of the ground, "You can never know what I saw!" he continued as the very tip of his foot flew into the air, As he jumped, Dirt flying around the area, stirring as if it were in water, and the air turned to a dense lair of fog, made of dirt. While in the air, time seemed to go in slow motion for Dante, In air, he kicked the creature, to the ground. "You don't know the memories that are sharp as daggers!" he yelled on, as tears fell to his cheek.
"I can only kill you now" He said on. The fire in his eyes were gone, and now his soul had been turned into something he had never wanted to become. Mirodel returned to his feet as fast as he possibly could, the striking pain in his waist was strong. He lunged at Dante, who was ill prepared, but still on his feet, with a large tackle like thing that Dante dodged with no ease, and fell to the ground. Dante turned to grab his sword, which he had landed a few feet away from. Mirodel stumbled, but stayed on his feet. Dante lifted himself to his feet. "There is little I wouldn't do not to live this way, I must say, but now. I have said to much, and I'm not going to say more, till one of are deaths are gone, a soul will end, and it cant end in ease" Said the vampire. "who do you think you are!?!?" yelled Mirodel, and he pushed Dante back to the ground, Dante excepted the push, as he knew he deserved it. Dante had, had enough of the world, and would mind his life to end tonight, but he also knew that he couldn't just lay over and die, like his family had done.
"Ive had enough" whispered Dante, the last worlds he would surely speak in a while. Dante stood up, and raised his sword, gesturing lets start it. And the fight began, A pain soring through Dante's heart did great pain, even more than a vine that would Peirce break his legs in many spots, as Mirodel had planned to do. And a vine came from the ground once again, Dante saw it coming, and he jumped, blood dropped onto the floor, from a wound, of Dante's previous engagements. Dante swung the sword at Mirodel, mirodel deflected it, and pushed Dante back to the wall, Dante, flew into the wall, and jumped against it, Returning right back to Mirodel, Grabbing him, and sticking his sword into his enemies arm.
Returning the favor of pain, Mirodel through Dante back into the wall, ill prepared Dante, shattering his entire right arm's shoulder. He bounced from the wall right back onto the floor. And Dante could feel the pain now, more than he had through the fight, but still overwhelmed by emotional pain. Dante's vampire instinct was now kicking in, as he now started to thirst. The pain was quite overwhelming for Him, but he wouldn't stop, not this early.
Dante couldn't fight back at the moment, he was to overwhelmed. "Get up! I don't fight animals hugging the ground" Said Mirodel, and Dante pushed himself up, with his left arm. Dante knew the power of death, and was preparing to send Mirodel to his grave, with a few blows of his sword, but Dante struggled to get completely up, "I said Get up" Said Mirodel. and Dante got up, Dante decided he wouldn't use his arm, and decided to use one hand. Dante was ready to fight to the death if that was what he had to do, mirodel charged, and swung at him, the Dante dodged it, just barely, and managed to kick Mirodels feet out from under him. Mirodel hit the the ground hard, and could barely struggle up.
"I can only kill you now" He said on. The fire in his eyes were gone, and now his soul had been turned into something he had never wanted to become. Mirodel returned to his feet as fast as he possibly could, the striking pain in his waist was strong. He lunged at Dante, who was ill prepared, but still on his feet, with a large tackle like thing that Dante dodged with no ease, and fell to the ground. Dante turned to grab his sword, which he had landed a few feet away from. Mirodel stumbled, but stayed on his feet. Dante lifted himself to his feet. "There is little I wouldn't do not to live this way, I must say, but now. I have said to much, and I'm not going to say more, till one of are deaths are gone, a soul will end, and it cant end in ease" Said the vampire. "who do you think you are!?!?" yelled Mirodel, and he pushed Dante back to the ground, Dante excepted the push, as he knew he deserved it. Dante had, had enough of the world, and would mind his life to end tonight, but he also knew that he couldn't just lay over and die, like his family had done.
"Ive had enough" whispered Dante, the last worlds he would surely speak in a while. Dante stood up, and raised his sword, gesturing lets start it. And the fight began, A pain soring through Dante's heart did great pain, even more than a vine that would Peirce break his legs in many spots, as Mirodel had planned to do. And a vine came from the ground once again, Dante saw it coming, and he jumped, blood dropped onto the floor, from a wound, of Dante's previous engagements. Dante swung the sword at Mirodel, mirodel deflected it, and pushed Dante back to the wall, Dante, flew into the wall, and jumped against it, Returning right back to Mirodel, Grabbing him, and sticking his sword into his enemies arm.
Returning the favor of pain, Mirodel through Dante back into the wall, ill prepared Dante, shattering his entire right arm's shoulder. He bounced from the wall right back onto the floor. And Dante could feel the pain now, more than he had through the fight, but still overwhelmed by emotional pain. Dante's vampire instinct was now kicking in, as he now started to thirst. The pain was quite overwhelming for Him, but he wouldn't stop, not this early.
Dante couldn't fight back at the moment, he was to overwhelmed. "Get up! I don't fight animals hugging the ground" Said Mirodel, and Dante pushed himself up, with his left arm. Dante knew the power of death, and was preparing to send Mirodel to his grave, with a few blows of his sword, but Dante struggled to get completely up, "I said Get up" Said Mirodel. and Dante got up, Dante decided he wouldn't use his arm, and decided to use one hand. Dante was ready to fight to the death if that was what he had to do, mirodel charged, and swung at him, the Dante dodged it, just barely, and managed to kick Mirodels feet out from under him. Mirodel hit the the ground hard, and could barely struggle up.
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,