What's a fighter gotta do to get some action around this place?

[Videospirit]

Aight, I've tried to get a few fights off the ground but had no success.

I'll take on any character 1 on 1, my default choice for my character is Videospirit, but I've posted Anaje Slifer and Gunther so if you'd like to challenge one of them specifically that's cool. We'll fight in this thread and I'll make the setting pose unless you want to, first person to respond to this thread with I can post at least 5 times a week and I'll take you on gets to fight me.

[Erdawn Il Deus]

Best bet would be to read around and challenge whoever you think is interesting.

[Videospirit]

I'm not after a fight against the most interesting person here.

I'm after a fight that is likely to reach conclusion, and definitely going to start.

[Erdawn Il Deus]

OoC: Hehehehe. Alright then, I accept on behalf of all those capable of ending a battle. But you select an arena and post first.

[Videospirit]

A blond haired man is standing in the middle of a massive "parking lot". A wide hot area of Black asphalt that looks like a few hundred spaceships could land in it. The blond man is wearing a leviathan themed suit of light blue platemail, that looks oddly refreshing in the bright sunlight, while brandishing a pink katana. Not too far away is a massive building, easily over a kilometer long and 12 stories high at the shortest parts. It's outer walls are completely transparent, as if made of glass, and various classrooms can be seen from within the building. The subjects of study are nearly limitless, from simple home economics to Foreign etiquette as applied to residents of the milky way galaxy.

Today the students seem to have a matter of entertainment. The headmaster has booked the entire spaceport for a personal duel in one of his fits of creative misjudgment.

The blond man looks around the bland asphalt for a moment as he looks at his watch and sighs. "This is a pretty bland battlefield. Maybe I'll do some redecorating while I wait for my opponent."

The blond man, Headmaster of the Videan Academy, Seth Lonestrike, the Videospirit himself waves the katana around the parking lot.

Rows and rows of shrubbery arise through the asphalt creating a poorly constructed meter high maze which is barely enough to hide behind if you duck. Next Trees begin sprouting wherever the maze branches shadowing those areas with 4 meter canopies. Finally various blue spheres appear hovering in the air 200 or so scattered across the soon to be battlefield. "Not bad for a last minute touch up I guess."

[Erdawn Il Deus]

He slipped downwards from the sky, seemingly without any point of origin of birth. His silhouette sliced itself surgically into the blue of the sky like a dark incision upon the fabric of the air as he denied gravity its reign over his corporeal matter.

Seth looked up at him, probably with anxiety, eagerness, maybe even anticipation. Morbius neither cared nor moved himself to care - the fleshling naive would sate the hunger that had settled into the marrow of his body - so alive and feverish with the foreign cancers which ravaged his viscera - and then he would move on until he felt its embrace again. In appearance he was alien - the nude and muscular shape of a human male but maned with a spidery shag of hair as black as pitch and as dense as the void, so that the ghost chips of distant stars twinkles in its recesses. His hands were larged and had about them a gnarled, warped quality - the fingers ending in sharp nails - as well as his slender feet.

He floated serenely above the asphalt like the carven effigy of a god - radiating about himself a sense of power and darkness that spread hairline fractures through the concrete below and weighed on the air like carbon gas. When he looked at his meek adversary his eyes burned without giving off any light whatsoever, like the darkest, hottest coals beyond imagining. He said nothing.

[Videospirit]

Video looks upon the hairy figure of morbius and chuckles, inserting his katana into the storage space on his chest. After cracking his knuckles and snapping his fingers, he floats into the air, defying gravity as easily as the one he challenged, floating upwards until he's level with Morbius.

Video points one arm at the man while smirking and speaks, "I called you here for a fight, but after having a look at you, I think maybe a haircut is more in order."

3 daggers appear floating parrallel in front of Video's hand, each unique in appearence. One is long and short, a green tinge to it's edge and dark black elsewhere, One is on fire, it's true color a light shade obscured by the flames, and the last is Dark blue, and so small it could hardly be called a weapon. Video points to each of them in turn and speaks. "Zinkin, the Earth render. Aurealius the burning. Triton the piercing. Give him a good clipping."

The daggers shoot forth. Zinkin and Aurealius strafing to either side of morbius before jetting in from the sides towards the hair near his shoulders while Triton drives straight for him, suddenly splitting into three daggers a meter away from him that aim for either side of his waist and the top of his head

[Erdawn Il Deus]

Morbius did not move, or at least did not perform any overt acts of motion which would suggest terribly accute reflex. He merely tipped his head backwards an inch and twisted his hips, so that all three of the dagger passed him by. When he did movie, however, it was not by any means conventional.

The tenebrous mass of his hair lashed out in every direction like a spilled blot of ink, slapping aside the weapons and sending them spiraling from him even as it reached out towards his enemy, whose jocular attitude died in his mouth as those strands - so dark as give to mind images of black suns spiraling in the throes of dark galaxies - engulfed his face, immediately racing up the hallways of his nasal canal and slipping in between the white of his eyes before becoming tense.

When they retracted, they took the teacher with them, effectively tearing him from his standing position by the flesh of his face, so that when Morbius caught him with the meat of his palm blood oozed between his basalt fingers.

"You are going to teach a very interesting class here today."

Video thought he saw something, some kind of pattern in the meat of Morbius's palm, like a black constellation, before the pain hit him - his screams muffled by the vampiric entity's muscular grasp. Blood boiled through every pore of his exposed flesh, spilling from the being's fingers and he drained energy from his adversary on a cellular level. Video's body jerked and thrashed like a caught fish before Morbius let him go, and he fell to the ground still thrashing, blood pouring from his facial pores like scarlet sweat.

"But I shall endeavor to make this interesting."

[Videospirit]

Pain... an uncommon feeling for Video. Who could of imagined those hairy tentacles could have such a severe suction power as to rip off his face? It would of been simple to create a field to repel them, but letting them make contact did show exactly how dangerous they were. Than again, they'd find his current state a lot harder to handle.

A cloud of Gas is the easiest way to describe his Spirit form, although the intricacies are a lot more complex, and it's a little bit easier to damage than a cloud of gas, especially if it solidifies. Blue and purple swirling molecules, darkest shades making a humanoid clump near the center of this "cloud". Video had come to discover that his Spirit form's name was a bit misleading, as most people confuse elemental spirits and ghosts. Video wasn't truly an air spirit right now either, but he was a lot like one.

The dark figure of his mouth moves, but the sound comes from every molecule in the cloud at once. "I was planning to save this form for a dire situation, if I had to use it at all, but you didn't leave me much choice after you ruined my pretty face. Now, I sensed a hint of life drain in that last attack. I wonder what other types of energy you can absorb."

And with a split second of strange vibration in the air around Morbius the only warning, all energy in the air around his position suddenly vanishes freezing the water in the air instantly. A moment later the area experiences an intense burst of fire and explosive electrical discharge regardless of if he's still there.

Video floats nearby and watches, electrical energy rippling through his cloud like form in a quick attempt to shock off another tentacle attack.