Come on, I need a fight from one of you excellent battlers. Let me want to rip you apart, man.
Battlefield: A Path by a Creek
A dirt path lines this otherwise open field, along with a stream passing by. Look, there's a bridge! Let's go through the water instead! Over there, you can see a few trees, along with the creek getting a little wider. About a mile away, you can see a town! Fun times, man, fun times.
Right, we don't want too much interference from the environment, right?
My character shall be Vincent. **Cracks whip** Give it.
So... any of you vet fighters wanna tussle?
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It fine be.
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"Guy, you're making too much noise."
"Ain't me," the Spearman replied.
Vincent looked around. The sun was low, making it difficult for him to see. "Hmm, if that isn't you..."
Guy suddenly became happy. "Well, I guess this is time to exercise my spear, right?"
Vincent shook his head in disapproval. "Guy, we need not to bring attention to ourselv-" Vincent stopped. "... Damn. I can just feel two people. One of them is behind that hil-" Vincent stopped again. He turned his head quickly and realized. Guy already shot off. "Dammit!" he yelled at himself, kicking at the ground. "Why is it that every single blasted time I talk, somebody goes to the brink of boredom?" Vincent took a deep breath. "Okay, remember the manners of a gentleman." Vincent then eyed the forest where he felt another being.
Am I needed, master?
Vincent shook his head. "A gentleman never draws his weapon first."
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Over the hill, Guy darted, his Lion friend accompanying. "All righty, Kendo! Let's blast whoever this is to oblivion!"
Kendo growled in approval as he made his steps around Guy.
OoC: All right, enough of crappy intros, let's get this on. And please, I need to know your characters now. It's hard to make intros when I don't even know who I am facing character-wise.
Whoever is fighting Vincent, I'm going to have him draw his weapon next post, so feel free to beat on him first.
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"Guy, you're making too much noise."
"Ain't me," the Spearman replied.
Vincent looked around. The sun was low, making it difficult for him to see. "Hmm, if that isn't you..."
Guy suddenly became happy. "Well, I guess this is time to exercise my spear, right?"
Vincent shook his head in disapproval. "Guy, we need not to bring attention to ourselv-" Vincent stopped. "... Damn. I can just feel two people. One of them is behind that hil-" Vincent stopped again. He turned his head quickly and realized. Guy already shot off. "Dammit!" he yelled at himself, kicking at the ground. "Why is it that every single blasted time I talk, somebody goes to the brink of boredom?" Vincent took a deep breath. "Okay, remember the manners of a gentleman." Vincent then eyed the forest where he felt another being.
Am I needed, master?
Vincent shook his head. "A gentleman never draws his weapon first."
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Over the hill, Guy darted, his Lion friend accompanying. "All righty, Kendo! Let's blast whoever this is to oblivion!"
Kendo growled in approval as he made his steps around Guy.
OoC: All right, enough of crappy intros, let's get this on. And please, I need to know your characters now. It's hard to make intros when I don't even know who I am facing character-wise.
Whoever is fighting Vincent, I'm going to have him draw his weapon next post, so feel free to beat on him first.
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OoC: Sorry to keep you waiting, and for the general lack of a decent post.
As the spearman and his feline companion made their way over the top of the hill, they came upon a truly harrowing sight, letting them know they had found their opponent. Before them stood two figures, a woman and a very tall man, who from a distance would seem to be doing nothing more than embracing. Upon closer inspection, however, Guy discovered the man’s face was pressed hard to the girl’s neck, and a strange look of mixed shock and pleasure was plastered across her face. Blood poured in a steady stream from where the man’s mouth met her neck. Though the man did not seem to notice their presence, the pair were compelled to intervene, and called to the figure.
The large man before them stopped his sucking at the girl’s neck, and raised his head. Without turning his gaze to the two warriors, he tossed the young woman’s body to the ground, now lifeless and gray. He stood to his full height, standing just over seven feet, and turned to the man and lion. He was thin, but of muscular build. His hair was as pure white as snow, and his hair was tinted to match. His eyes, a pure black within his whites, peered into them with great intensity. His face was shockingly handsome and aristocratic, his blood-covered mouth framed by a moderate goatee. He dressed in fine, regal clothing. A high-collared black cape was draped over his shoulder, the inside dyed as red as the blood on his teeth. His shirt and coat were black, trimmed in red, and his knee-high boots were trimmed in golden threads. He gripped in his hand a long bastard sword, and from his jaws there jutted two frightfully long canines.
The vampire reached for a handkerchief in his pocket, and carefully wiped his mouth clean of blood. His unflinching gaze never left his opponent. When he was satisfied of his cleanliness, he tucked away the cloth and turned his full attention to the stunned pair before him. “Ah, Mr. Void!”, he called out joyously,” How nice to finally have you with us.” His sight turning momentarily to the girl lying lifeless beside him, and he continued, “Now that I have finished my meal, perhaps we can begin our combat.” With an air of dignity, the vampire opened his arms with a flourish of his blade, beckoning the lion and spearman to himself.
As the spearman and his feline companion made their way over the top of the hill, they came upon a truly harrowing sight, letting them know they had found their opponent. Before them stood two figures, a woman and a very tall man, who from a distance would seem to be doing nothing more than embracing. Upon closer inspection, however, Guy discovered the man’s face was pressed hard to the girl’s neck, and a strange look of mixed shock and pleasure was plastered across her face. Blood poured in a steady stream from where the man’s mouth met her neck. Though the man did not seem to notice their presence, the pair were compelled to intervene, and called to the figure.
The large man before them stopped his sucking at the girl’s neck, and raised his head. Without turning his gaze to the two warriors, he tossed the young woman’s body to the ground, now lifeless and gray. He stood to his full height, standing just over seven feet, and turned to the man and lion. He was thin, but of muscular build. His hair was as pure white as snow, and his hair was tinted to match. His eyes, a pure black within his whites, peered into them with great intensity. His face was shockingly handsome and aristocratic, his blood-covered mouth framed by a moderate goatee. He dressed in fine, regal clothing. A high-collared black cape was draped over his shoulder, the inside dyed as red as the blood on his teeth. His shirt and coat were black, trimmed in red, and his knee-high boots were trimmed in golden threads. He gripped in his hand a long bastard sword, and from his jaws there jutted two frightfully long canines.
The vampire reached for a handkerchief in his pocket, and carefully wiped his mouth clean of blood. His unflinching gaze never left his opponent. When he was satisfied of his cleanliness, he tucked away the cloth and turned his full attention to the stunned pair before him. “Ah, Mr. Void!”, he called out joyously,” How nice to finally have you with us.” His sight turning momentarily to the girl lying lifeless beside him, and he continued, “Now that I have finished my meal, perhaps we can begin our combat.” With an air of dignity, the vampire opened his arms with a flourish of his blade, beckoning the lion and spearman to himself.
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Guy's eyes suddenly became narrow, showing a feeling he rarely showed in front of an animal. Hatred. The hatred of one who tosses life aside for mere pleasure. Even if this pleasure was to live. But this wasn't all. Guy's eyes were drawn to the sword. That cursed weapon... The weapon which Guy knew would one day become the epitome of sin... Sin and lust... Lust... for power.
"Why would you be stunned, Mr. Void?" the vampire called out, waiting for his opponent to strike. "Are you shocked at what you see? I admit, I could have waited even the slightest bit longer, but I just grew too impatient..."
Guy snapped back to his senses, the blood rushing to his head. "Okay, first of all, I'm tired of the "Gentleman" act. I already have to deal with Vincent, I don't need to fight somebody with manners. Second off, you're using... a sword, a weapon which I have grown to hate and despise. A weapon like that is the roots of evil waiting to sprout. But third, ohhh... Third, you wasted a human life. I may not be fond of humans, but I would never just attack a random person, even if it is for survival."
The Vampire Swordsman chuckled. "You seem quite a bit different, Mr. Void. Perhaps you would want to stop me with that spear?"
Guy's stance snapped at the end of the sentence, quick as the bird Guy's spear is shaped. However, he didn't arm The Falcon like a spear. Rather, he gripped the metal blade and started to twist it. "You know, I do want to know how you know my name, but it doesn't matter at this point." Then, to the Swordsman's surprise, Guy ripped the metal head off of his spear. "What matters is I finish you off quickly!" he yelled as he threw the Falcon blade at the vampire.
It missed. However, what amazed the vampire is that the blade went up.
Guy smirked as he twirled the now-polearm in his hands. "Now, while we wait for that to come back, shall I try my fighting on you?" Guy asked as he started to walk in a defensive stance towards his opponent.
"Why would you be stunned, Mr. Void?" the vampire called out, waiting for his opponent to strike. "Are you shocked at what you see? I admit, I could have waited even the slightest bit longer, but I just grew too impatient..."
Guy snapped back to his senses, the blood rushing to his head. "Okay, first of all, I'm tired of the "Gentleman" act. I already have to deal with Vincent, I don't need to fight somebody with manners. Second off, you're using... a sword, a weapon which I have grown to hate and despise. A weapon like that is the roots of evil waiting to sprout. But third, ohhh... Third, you wasted a human life. I may not be fond of humans, but I would never just attack a random person, even if it is for survival."
The Vampire Swordsman chuckled. "You seem quite a bit different, Mr. Void. Perhaps you would want to stop me with that spear?"
Guy's stance snapped at the end of the sentence, quick as the bird Guy's spear is shaped. However, he didn't arm The Falcon like a spear. Rather, he gripped the metal blade and started to twist it. "You know, I do want to know how you know my name, but it doesn't matter at this point." Then, to the Swordsman's surprise, Guy ripped the metal head off of his spear. "What matters is I finish you off quickly!" he yelled as he threw the Falcon blade at the vampire.
It missed. However, what amazed the vampire is that the blade went up.
Guy smirked as he twirled the now-polearm in his hands. "Now, while we wait for that to come back, shall I try my fighting on you?" Guy asked as he started to walk in a defensive stance towards his opponent.