Fried Goomba, I challenge you!

1-up Salesman · #1

To a fight to the death in the Sorcerer's Library, located on page 2 in the Book of Battlefields!

I shall be Zeten, a mentally-scarred sorcerer. Post your introduction.

fried goomba · #2

I will be saint dane the demon traveler of the pendragon series

saint dane had stumbled upon a lost territory he had decided to take control of this territory and gain a point against the travelers while pendragon had no idea of the territorys existence :firedevil:

1-up Salesman · #3

OOC: Sweet. /

A larg explosion-like noise echoed all throughout the library as a man with long black hair and a dark blue robe appeared. Black flames flickered around him, the man standing completely still, as if waiting for something.

"Hm, I guess no one's going to show up and try to stop me. Oh well, now I can get what I was looking for." He proceeded, looking through the rows and rows of magical and cursed books.

Then he heard footsteps. Zeten turned around, hoping for someone he could kill.

fried goomba · #4

:firedevil: saint dane saw a blackhaired man appear ,he started to look at rows of books
saint dane had decided to kill this man and use his form to begin his destuction of this territory, saint dane walked towards the robed man with a wicked grin and a slight snicker...

1-up Salesman · #5

"Well, aren't you a strange one," Zeten snickered back. "I assume you want to fight me? I'm used to it." Zeten floated up into the air, and floated farther away from the man.

Dark energy began to emit from Zeten's body as an evil-looking sword appeared in his hand. "Prepare yourself!!!"

fried goomba · #6

saint dane had always enjoyed a victim that fought back
"well ,you would make perfect form to destroy this god forsaken territory." saint dane decided to turn into a klee to kill the sorcerer. he took a fighting pose and allowed the human to strike first...

1-up Salesman · #7

OOC: Sorry about the late post, I've been busy. By the way, can you capitalize the beginning of your sentences?/

"Waiting for me, I see," said Zeten. "Well, some say that the fools strike first." There was a brief pause. "Unless the first strike kills you..." He gripped the sword tight. It looked almost cursed, red, jagged, and very sharp.

Zeten dashed forward, striking with his blade.