I wish to challenge someone, I don't really care who, as long as they know hw to actually fight, none of that one line stuff that I have been seeing around, I would enjoy fighting someone to actually give my writing abilities a proper challenge.
You may pick battlefield, as long as its detailed, no 'large open field with a forest' and that's it, try to make it interesting. You may also post entrance first, or leave that to me.
If you accept this challenge but dissapoint me, I will probably just stop posting in the topic, so think of this before you accept.
Open Challenge.
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I will accept this challenge, being a veteran in battling myself. Do not fear, my writing abilities are perfectly usable.
The battlefield in question that I pick is a selection from my own book of locales.
The X-Zone
Trapped between two dimensions, this bizarre twilight realm is a dimension onto itself. The sky is perpetually dark, and consists almost entirely of TV-static-like clouds. The ground is made up of completely black dirt, which, once dug up, acts more like dust than sand, and forms abnormal landmarks when dug up and moved.
In this insane realm, reality is free to bend--not for cheating, per se--but rather in a special-effects kind of way. Attacks which miss may go entirely through the target; attacks may change unpredictably, depending on the fighter. While sensory accuracy is highly increased in this realm, it is definately known that movement precision is impaired by the slippery surface of the ground and floaty physics in the air.
I shall allow you to post first. I await your response.
The battlefield in question that I pick is a selection from my own book of locales.
The X-Zone
Trapped between two dimensions, this bizarre twilight realm is a dimension onto itself. The sky is perpetually dark, and consists almost entirely of TV-static-like clouds. The ground is made up of completely black dirt, which, once dug up, acts more like dust than sand, and forms abnormal landmarks when dug up and moved.
In this insane realm, reality is free to bend--not for cheating, per se--but rather in a special-effects kind of way. Attacks which miss may go entirely through the target; attacks may change unpredictably, depending on the fighter. While sensory accuracy is highly increased in this realm, it is definately known that movement precision is impaired by the slippery surface of the ground and floaty physics in the air.
I shall allow you to post first. I await your response.
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OoC: What? No way Galefore! I'm enjoying our battle a lot, its just I figured you and I can't always post every day, so I wanted to have another fight with someone else for fun. Trust me, you're not dissapointing me! I was merely talking about other members who are really new to the battlefield, although I won't drop names, who insist on posting fights with one line attacks with like a spelling mistake in every word. I really didn't mean to offend you.
P.S.: I'll post my entrance soon.
P.S.: I'll post my entrance soon.
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The black canvas sky punctured, a pinhole of a prick that from it shone a brilliant and light, much foreign to this realm of twilight, as if someone had taken a fine dagger and stabbed at the sky from the other side. The prick ran downward, but only for a few feet, each tender inch that injured the ebony backdrop let forth a shower ot almost calming light, bathing whatever it's rays could reach, before the sky literally fluxed, convulsed like a stomach cramp, and pulsed outward, spreading wide, to reveal a sort of portal into this forgotten realm.
The shadow of a man, or what looked like a man, as it was difficult to really describe him in the form of genders, as strong and confident as a male, but as beautiful as a woman, although his heir was definately masculine in nature. He followed through the portal, nearly unable to escape before the unstable tear in the air closed back up, the drenching light, once like a flood, now cut off sharply by the closing space, casting the shadow into the darkness that this world provided for him.
His body lowered to the ground, but his feet, coated in soft leather and silver lining, did not touch the ground, it was as if he didn't have to allow his limbs to touch the ground below him, instead he simply hovered there, the fiery red of his inferno-like eyes scanning the new territory that his abilities had graced him to enter. Fingers flexed, stretching against the same soft leather that padded his feet, not to mention the rest of his body, all lined in the strange silver metal, placed perfectly as not to inhibate movement. A long cloak swept over his back, no wind to throw or pitch it around, as it simply sat bulged on his back, a large hump where a flat and muscled back should lay, like some sort of hideous hunch that did not look natural, though whatever it was, it would still be hidden under the black fabric. Head turning, only the being's long, golden white blond hair, long and draping along his shoulders and down the back of his cloak, coupled with the gaze from his hellfire eyes, the rest of his face, nose and lips, hidden by the risen leather collar of his armor.
This seemed to be quite a strange world indeed . . . as the being suddenly hissed, low and under his breath, wanting to hold his temple though refraining through sheer will, he didn't know what was happening, what had made him jolt . . . it almost felt as if, since entering this realm, something was tugging, pulling inside of his head . . .
The shadow of a man, or what looked like a man, as it was difficult to really describe him in the form of genders, as strong and confident as a male, but as beautiful as a woman, although his heir was definately masculine in nature. He followed through the portal, nearly unable to escape before the unstable tear in the air closed back up, the drenching light, once like a flood, now cut off sharply by the closing space, casting the shadow into the darkness that this world provided for him.
His body lowered to the ground, but his feet, coated in soft leather and silver lining, did not touch the ground, it was as if he didn't have to allow his limbs to touch the ground below him, instead he simply hovered there, the fiery red of his inferno-like eyes scanning the new territory that his abilities had graced him to enter. Fingers flexed, stretching against the same soft leather that padded his feet, not to mention the rest of his body, all lined in the strange silver metal, placed perfectly as not to inhibate movement. A long cloak swept over his back, no wind to throw or pitch it around, as it simply sat bulged on his back, a large hump where a flat and muscled back should lay, like some sort of hideous hunch that did not look natural, though whatever it was, it would still be hidden under the black fabric. Head turning, only the being's long, golden white blond hair, long and draping along his shoulders and down the back of his cloak, coupled with the gaze from his hellfire eyes, the rest of his face, nose and lips, hidden by the risen leather collar of his armor.
This seemed to be quite a strange world indeed . . . as the being suddenly hissed, low and under his breath, wanting to hold his temple though refraining through sheer will, he didn't know what was happening, what had made him jolt . . . it almost felt as if, since entering this realm, something was tugging, pulling inside of his head . . .