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Yup, it's time for you and me to have a Gunjin battle. Standard Gunjin rules apply.


I'll be using Nightshade, and the Battlefield will be Twilight Town from Kingdom Hearts: 358/2 Days.

OOC: Sounds good. I'm pretty bored, so let's get the fight started./


"It's salty, but it's sweet!" Pence exclaimed as he happily licked his sea-salt ice cream.

"We know, we know, Pence," Hayner sighed. "You've told us that like ten times." And it was true.

"It's just so gooood!!!!" Pence whined in delight. It was clear that the teen liked his food.

"Ugh..." Hayner grunted in annoyance.

"Just relax, Hayner!" his friend, Olette laughed at him. She seemed to be the cheeriest of them all.

"Just quit crying over your precious food," Hayner muttered. Pence scowled.

"What was that?!" Pence yelled. The annoying teen put his food down, and tightened his fists. "You're gonna hurt! Wait, wha-AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!" Pence screamed as he was struck down.

"Pence! AAaaaaaahh!!!!" Hayner screamed just as he was attacked.

"Geez, you angsty brats are annoying," Zeten muttered as he raised his blade to Olette.

"AAAAH!!!"

"Now that you're out of the way," Zeten laughed. "Where are you, challenger? I'm pretty impatient when it comes to killing."

OOC: Sorry it's so short.
Zeten looked around for his opponent, only to see no one there. Suddenly, a fist slammed into the man's jaw, sending him sprawled on the ground. Zeten looked up to see a trench-coated figure glaring down at him.


"Who....are you?" Zeten asked. "My name....is Nightshade, and you will die for what you have done to those children." Nightshade replied, pointing his crowbar at the man. The trench-coated man then picked up Zeten by the throat. "Now, let's start the battle." Nightshade finished.

OOC: That's fine./

"Hey, they were just angsty little kids, and they were so annoying...besides, maybe they'll be resurrected or something, I dunno, anything can happen in this strange world. Anyway...yes, let's fight."

Zeten Aranos jammed his fist into the boy's face, Nightshade letting go of his throat and falling back. Nightshade recovered, and waited for Zeten's next attack.

Zeten raised his right arm into the air, which was then covered in dark smoke. The shape of a blade extended from where his hand was, and when the smoke cleared there he was holding a blade. The blade was long and sharp, a deep blood-red color. "This," said Zeten, "is what I used to kill those kids."

Zeten appeared in front of Nighshade and attacked. Nighshade held his crowbar up just in time, struggling to keep Zeten's blade way from him. Zeten smirked as the blade got closer to Nightshade's face. "You know, maybe you'd win more battles if you didn't have to rely on that crowbar of yours."

Nighshade kicked Zeten in the stomach right before he was about to be fatally wounded. Zeten staggered back in pain, and smiled. He threw the blade forward at Nighshade, who side-stepped just before his head was sliced off. The blade flew into a nearby shop, pinned to the outside wall.

The blade began to emit a red glow, and flew out of the wall and back into Zeten's hand. Before Nightshade could react, Zeten slashed at him with his blade. As Nightshade winced in pain because of the slash at his chest, Zeten kicked him over.

Nightshade covered his chest wound with his left hand, which became dark red with blood. He simply had to fight better, or he'd surely die.



Suddenly, the trench-coated man saw one of the children's half-eaten sea-salt ice cream. Smirking, he picked up the baby-blue treat and tossed it at Zeten, hitting him right in the face. Zeten screamed in pain as the salt from the ice pop got into his eyes, as well as get his face rather sticky.


"How did that taste, bitch?" Nightshade yelled as he slammed his fist into the man's stomach, sending him slamming into the wall of a nearby building. Zeten slowly slid down to the ground as he sat on his rear, his body now bearing several bruises.

"Tastes great," Zeten remarked. He got up, and brushed himself off. "Really, though," said Zeten. "Throwing ice cream in my eye? You've got a lot to learn. Maybe if the Scorpion Order taught you..." A burst of flame shot out of Zeten's hand and hit Nighshade right in the chest.

Nightshade flew back, hitting a wall. "Your chests taking alot of pain today, isn't it?" said Zeten. He walked over, and picked Nightshade up by the throat. "You think you can win everything, frollicking around in that trenchcoat of yours, pretending you're a hero."

"I am," Nightshade growled. Blood dripped from his mouth. Zeten threw him, sending him flying through the air. "Ah!" said Nightshade as he hit a nearby shop.

Unbeknownest to the strange man, Nightshade teleported elsewhere before he could slam into the store. The trench-coated man appeared in front of Zeten before slamming his right fist into his face, giving him a bloody nose and a cut lip. The strange man's blood spattered on the hard concrete ground, giving it a macabre crimson pattern.


"You are a coward and a murderer, who's blood doesn't even deserve to be on my fists." the trench-coated man spoke, as he watched Zeten kneel on the ground, blood still dripping from his face.

"And you're a Batman-wannabe who thinks every day is Halloween." Zeten thrust his booted foot into Nightshade's stomach, sending him on the ground. "How much longer is this going to go on?" asked Zeten. "You and me exchanging punches, and then throwing in an insult. Let's make this a bit more interesting. C'mon out, servants."

Several skeleton "soldiers" appeared, holding various weapons such as swords, axes, and spears. "Attack!" yelled Zeten. The skeletons quickly marched to Nightshade and attacked, stabbing and slashing.

Nightshade grunted as he got slashed across the chest by a skeleton's sword, blood spilling on his trench coat. The trench-coated man promptly roundhouse kicked the warrior in the face, beheading him. Nightshade then punched another skeleton in the face, severely cracking his skull. He then ripped out the skeleton's femur and brandished it like one might a sword. Nightshade saw another skeleton's sword swing towards him, only to be blocked by the femur, now being used as a makeshift sword. He then gave the skeleton a leg sweep, knocking his legs off, causing him to fall apart.


The trench-coated man then punched the other skeleton in the spinal cord with such force that it broke in half, leaving the lower half standing, only to be kicked to the ground by Nightshade's boot. Nightshade then turned to Zeten. "I can't believe this; you need your little minions to fight me!" he exclaimed.

"Not exactly," Zeten laughed. "Maybe I just like to use them to annoy you." As the skeletons grabbed Nightshade by his arms, Zeten walked up to Nightshade, his red blade in hand.

The blade began to glow, and Zeten's hair began to go upward. His eyes glowed as he repeatedly slashed at Nightshade. After the combo was done with, Zeten jammed his fist into Nightshade's gut as he was held down by the skeletons. Twice, Zeten then punched Nightshade in the face.

"AAH!!" Nightshade yelled as Zeten hit him with a blast of magic. Nightshade went flipping through the air, hitting the ground with a thud. Zeten floated down to Nightshade's level. Zeten crouched down, and grabbed Nightshade by the collar of his jacket, lifting him up.

Zeten pulled a dagger from his robe, and stabbed into Nightshade's shoulder repeatedly. Blood began to gush from the wound. Zeten, still holding the vigilante by the collar, threw him into the wall and grinded Nightshade's face against it. (Not like grinding into bits, but agressively rubbing and slamming Nightshade's face into/against the concrete wall.)

Nightshade was really starting to be in trouble, as he was currently getting his face rearranged courtesy of Zeten with a concret wall. Thinking quickly, Nightshade reached into his trench coat and pulled out a dagger of his own, clutching it firmly in his right hand. The trench-coated man then thrusted the dagger forward into Zeten's stomach, embedding the blade deep in the man's body, until only the hilt was visible.


Zeten spat out several gobs of crimson blood, as he kneeled over, clutching his stomach in pain. The trench-coated man then slammed his right knee into Zeten's face, sending him skidding across the ground, with his legs high in the air. Nightshade teleported to where he was where the man was going to stop, raised his left foot high in the air, and when he skid towards him, slammed his foot into Zeten's face, causing the hard concrete to crack slightly with the force he slammed into it. Zeten let out a small groan as his jaw was cracked slightly from the sheer force of the kick.

"Ghwaughk!" Zeten choked as blood poured from his mouth. He fell back, his jaw burning with pain and his stomach severely bleeding. He bent over as he spit out blood, trying to recover to get a chance to get it over with and kill his opponent.

As Nightshade staggered as well, Zeten looked down to the ground to see one of his skeleton soldier's spears. Zeten extended his hand towards the weapon, and it floated up from the ground and into Zeten's hand.

"Try recovering from this!" Zeten threw the spear with great force as Nightshade's eyes widened. The spear flew straight through the air with a swish! and went deep, nearly through, into Nightshade's stomach. "Payback..." Zeten muttered.

As Nightshade fell back, Zeten flew forward as kicked upward, straight into Nightshade's jaw. "And that was for that little kick to my jaw." As Nightshade gasped in pain, Zeten leaned against the farthest wall, trying to recover.

Nightshade gasped as blood splashed out of his stomach and mouth, as he was pinned to a wall by a spear. He looked up in a daze, seeing Zeten leaning against the opposite wall, trying to recover, after all that punishment, he was still alive. The sight of this made Nightshade flash back to watching Zeten murdering those three helpless children, and as he thought of him killing them, he felt a sudden boost of adrenaline course through his body. Enraged, Nightshade ripped the spear out of his body, forgetting about all the pain his body was in, forgetting about everything else, nothing mattered right now except for making sure Zeten dies for the lives he claimed today. And Nightshade wanted to be the man who did the deed, for he knew that he had to kill him first before he was killed.


As Zeten rose from the opposite wall, Nightshade saw his chance, and charged forward, spear firmly in both hands. As Zeten got back on his feet, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and turned around to see Nightshade thrusting the spear through his chest, it sticking of the other side missing his heart by inches, a dark look on his face. "Rule No. 1 of fighting, Zeten, never turn your back on your opponent." Nightshade said darkly. The other man did not reply, as he spat out large amounts of blood, and the trench-coated man slowly pulled the spear out of his body, allowing him to fall backwards on the ground, close to dying. Nightshade walked over so that he was standing over Zeten, still holding the now blood-stained spear in his hands.

OOC: Nightshade just ripped a spear jammed through his body out. And stabbed it back into Zeten. Think about that.

"Oh, well, let's see, I have a spear stuck in my body, why not use that?"

That seems a bit like god-modding. Eh, I'll have to ask Galefore.

OOC: Nightshade's rage gave him a temporary boost of adrenaline that kept him alive. Besides, Nightshade's been beaten to near-death before, and he was still able to fight.