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[Repster]

Ooc: Battlefield needs no actual set values. Let's simply have it evolve as we go along shall we? No set number of participants either. What will be will be. Let the chaos flow.

Leona smiled looking at the pitifully glowing embers in the ash before her. It was the only sign of life left. Wandering spirits did not count as life. She lifted herself up with her extra appendages. Fourteen of them total, each an eerie cross between tentacles, bone, and spider legs. She admired her work, the screams of the dead, the fear, sorrow, and pain of the slain still thick in the air with they're lingering souls. Once she took souls that could not find their way alone to into the gods embrace, far gone were those days. Now, she trapped them not quite in this world, far from a peaceful rest.

She smiled as another soul came. One not yet separated from it's body. Oh yes, and the killing of this one would be much more amusing. The feel of power was unmistakable. Perhaps she could even quench her thirst with this one. There was sustenance to have from the weak, yet the strong were ever so much more filling, and tasteful.

[deathscythe]

OoC: you probably should have listed some sort of battlefield, becomes now i just have to assume that there are trees around somewhere. oh and the link is too my character, just for reference if you wish to use it.

Nothing happened for a few moments, but something on the ground caught her attention. darkness came from the woods in which she looked, and was crawling towards her. It came ever so slowly. while she watched, something else caught here attentions, the trees around them turned black, and died. right there. Just then the darkness reached Leona' feet and went under her, as if she was not as significant life. But that was not why. Stepping out of the suddenly dead tree, a figure emerged from the darkness. He was slim, and had very pale skin, and Leona even started to doubt that he was alive at all.

The figure stared at her, and she stared back at the kind of tall slim figure. It was rather stunning to see something like that come from the woods after all. The figure pulled his hands out to his side, and than pulled them back slamming them together, and than grabbed the black ground. He pulled out a long black sword, and looked at it. "this will do" He whispered to himself. He arose back to his feet. Victor, the person who was in fact the figure, walked forward.

The pale man walked forward slowly, and Leona prepared herself for this bout. The darkness, fallowed. As the area turned black and light. All off the trees dying, as it climbed the trees. Grass becoming grey, and looking less lively. Even the dead bodies looked more dead. The fight was just about to begin.

OoC: sorry for the really short intro... but i dont really know where this is going so.... its all I can do for now.

[Repster]

Necromancers. Leona had a great distaste for them. They were always so scrawny, and thin. They're dedication the to necromantic arts always left them so... empty. Power they had, yet little more. This one would be no meal. In short, he was an annoyance. Perhaps he could entertain her tough, she was in need of exercise. These little fools had put up so little of a fight. She motioned her hand vaguely and the ground replied in kind. A hand of pure stone erupted from the earth and quite literally swatted Victor aside, following the motion of the woman's casual backhand. It then chased after the man, trying to grasp and crush him it's it stony form.

Leona stayed as she was, arms crossed, and her eyes watching the softly glowing embers. Earth gathered around her slowly and she grew in size. Her simple variation on the common spell would fail to deal with him. No matter, a moment more and she would go step on the annoyance. It would not be so simple of course, but she could deal with that.

[deathscythe]

The hand was already absorbed with the dark shade of black, that was powerful enough as it is, to weaken it. Victor launched himself up in the air. The air around him dimmed, as he came down, the sword piercing the hand that appeared to be made of dirt. The fighter flew off, and desegrated on the ground. "I dont plan on dieing" whispered Victor, and for some strange reason in which Leona couldn't tell, she could here it. But why? at this distance there should have been no way she could of here it.

The pale man arose from where he had landed and walked forward, Leona was still trying to figure out what had happened. He got close enough to swing the black blade at her, stunned she just barely dodged it, and kicked his calf out from underneath him. He hit the ground, catching his body before it hit the ground, he shook his head, and pushed himself back up. "you'll have to have more than kicks to beat me" he said. Some of the few words that he actually used in fights.

The pale man looked at her, she looked back. and than she back stepped a few steps, to stay out of swords way. "DAMN NECROMANCER!" she yelled. She had a few more tricks up her sleeve, and she had in fact been angered. Well. "lets make this more interesting" he said. "GARAMA!" he shouted, and a dark black color of mist came roaring in from the forest in a matter of seconds. Leona could not see for a few feet in front of her, and the darkness expanded on for miles, but she did not know this. She was blind almost.

OoC: seems that no one else is joining.

[Repster]

Leona sighed. "Tisk, tisk, tisk. Not very bright are you?" she shook her head and rose higher into the air, her body mass now quite a bit more then it used to be. She stayed there suspended much like a rag doll. Arms crossed she had a bored expression on her face. Two more of her extra appendages dug down into the earth anchoring her more then ever, as well as having another purpose.

The only warning Victor had was a slight rumble from the earth, a warning that saved him from being impaled. As it was the stone spike simply scraped into his side. A second much louder rumble had him dodging to the side, barely avoiding another nasty spike. which is when he felt something around his ankle. Something that yanked him into the air as another wrapped around his other leg, his wrist, and he then knew what he was struggling against. He saw the two glowing appendages poised in much like a viper before it struck. Victor also felt the other four protruding from the ground quite literally trying to tear him apart. Then the other two struck.

Leona waited as they did, and continued to apply pressure. Better to wait until he was in five pieces before letting her guard down.

[deathscythe]

up came one, and than another, and they just kept coming. Victor looked at his opponent, letting his guard down for a single moment could have costed him his life. He saw the let down face of Leona, and grew angered. He lunged forward, just missing him. He was directly under Leona. He swung the sword up right at her leg, but she moved over an inch, barely dodging it, a small part of her leg was clipped, a small cut formed. She than moved herself over a few yards. "you will pay for that" she said. Another spike came out of the ground almost hitting him in the foot, and than another that came up right were he would have been, if he would not have caught him self.

The mist was now working against Victor, he now had no idea where the spikes would come from, but he knew that she would not know where he was if he could stay quite. That is why he did something unexpected. He stood still. Annoyed, Leona started shooting up spikes randomly, not knowing where she was actually throwing making them. One came a few feet from Isac, but that would be as close as they would get. Victor walked forward not making a sound, so calmly, not even the grey grass would affect the sound. The mist was getting darker, and was making it harder for Leona to even breath as the day, had become night.

The fighter Leona started roaming around, looking for him, stopping the spikes. Victor knew where she was because of the sound she was giving off, with her breathing. He raised his black sword, and she raised her hand. He lunged forward, as she threw up her hand, and a large piece of earth flew up, and took shape of her hand. He lunged forward, and slid his sword across the large hand, destroying. Both the fighters knew where each other was now. And fight they would.

Leona threw up her hand again, waiting for her opponent to make the first move. Both the fighters, waited on the other, and Victor grew impatient. He lunged forward and she threw her hand down. A spike came up in front of him, almost costing Victor his life, but he kicked it, and bounced away, into another, It came too soon, so he simply hit it, and fell to the ground. "damn" he whispered to him self. Leona let out a rather large laugh.

"you have no idea" Said Victor. Leona laughed again, as she could not help it. Victor raised his hand, Leona raised hers, but she had reacted to late, as a small gesture of the hand, out shot a grey flame, as hot as a normal one. Her hand was clipped with it, causing a burn, and she started to bleed from it. He than put his hand behind his back, and threw his other hand forward, and she went flying back a few feet. "what the" she couldn't help but to wonder.

[Repster]

Leona only shook her head. The she sank. There was no other word for it, as if the grass, dirt, and death beneath her turned to water she sank. Victor might have though she retreated, but he was not so fortunate. Earth moved around him and shot up into the air. In a matter of instants he was surrounded in a opened top tower of pure stone. He had little time to wondered what the woman was up to as a pebble cracked off and fell and tapped him on the head, then that simple pebble turned into a torrent as the entire thing collapsed inwards.

Leona waited comfortably underground, some considerable distance from the surface. She waited, and planned her next strike. Sight, hearing, and smell were only three ways to tell where someone was. She had a few more, and one was particularly stronger within the earth.

[deathscythe]

The pale man, jumped as far as he could, and hit the ground, behind him hit a large pile of dirt that could have killed him, and Victor had no idea what to do. Could he stab the ground? no he could not, as it would do nothing. Leona emerged in front of him, barely visable due to the mist. And laughed. He lunged forward, catching her off guard, as she had only came up to brag.

"YOU SON OF A!" he shouted. the first time in a long time that he had shouted.
She dodged with ease and said "Your figting with anger."
"wanna bet?" Said victore as he shot a gray flame out from his hand, it hit here in the back, and she hit the ground hard, her back burned, and she let out a small yelp. "You're the one who though i was going to do something, than let your guard down for something else. My mind will win this battle" went on Victor, who was not used to talking this much.
"than come on" said Leona.
"what ever you say" Replied Victor.