The Hylian Warriors vs. Illuyad

[Knux]

Alright, I'm here for a fight. Let's not make this a repeat of the Megaman fiasco, nubs.

And for all you Illuyads, we hope you know that this isn't a fight of stats or fighting level 100 dragons.

[Meathos]

Okay, we have our fighter list.

Captain Jack Sparrow
Knux
Yayap
HyruleanHero
Heather4eva
Meathos
Newtype06


war will be 7 vs. 7. That means 7 different, seperate fights.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

I'm at the top. And no Meathos, it's not because I'm at the top of the alphabet, it's because I'm a pirate.

Meathos, get a ref in here.

Hopefully Illuyad will post their 7 fighters soon.

[heather4eva06]

Here I am!
Ya, this is my first RPB...but I promise not to disappoint! I can't wait to see who I go up against. It will probably be the most experienced one of them all.

[Craze-0-Matic]

Ok fine, I'm here.

[heather4eva06]

Just to let you all know, I will be leaving Thursday morning to go to L.A. I don't know what will happen, but I will try my hardest to keep up with everyone. I'll try to bring my laptop with me.

[Newtype06]

reporting/subscribing. Something tells me I'm not fighting PG again....

Unless she wants to repeat that last rpb....

[Aura]

Here's our fighters:

GW Name: Shadow Zelda
RP name: Silvia Rutak
Level: 11
Age: 18
Sex: female
Species: Human but can be a demon when angry.
Alignment: Devilish
Appearance: 6 foot 2. Long, flowing orange hair to ankles. Normally kept in braided bun. Long yellow dress. She has red eyes symbolizing the demon within. When she is a demon she is a like yellow sabertoothed tiger except she can speak, can retract her fangs, and is so large 3 people can ride on her.
Spells: Demon Rush (Lv. 4, Silvia shoots a beam of darkness from her hands)
Fighting Techs: Claw Whirl (Lv. 4, If in human form, Silvia spins and creates a whirlwing that sucks in people, then she slashes with her long nails. If in demon form, she chases her tail to make a whirlwind.) Demon Slash (Lv. 3, Silvia launches a wave of darkness with a sword stroke)
Weapon(s): Steel Long Sword (Lv. 9) and her claws
Items: None
Background: Silva was born to a wealthy family on the day a demon was killed. The demon spirit fled to her body and lives within her body while it controls parts of her thoughts. She was kept in isolation until her family thought the demon was gone when in fact, she had bonded with the demon and became one with it. She rampaged Achona city in Ulterphane as a demon then pretended to morn the loss of the demon killer, Aligoki, as a human. She is waiting for some adventure and perhaps a companion who can understand her and Kotakia (the demon).

GW Name: Frozen Heart
RP Name: Valreki Schrelden
Age: 22
Level: 17
Species: Human
Alignment: Holy
Appearance: A blue shirt with blue fish-net sleeves and long blue pants. He is about 6'4 tall. He has a blue bandanna and long green hair.
Weapon(s): Crystal-Edged Steel Boomerang (Lv. 13)
Armor: None
Spells: none
Fighting Techs: Blaze Shot (Lv. 7, Valreki throws a blazing boomerang at a group of opponents) Stabbing Throw (Lv.1, Valreki throws a boomerang that stabs the opponent rather then slashing them)
Items: none
Money: 50
Background: Valreki came from a small fishing village that Fyre and Thunder saved from a Necromancer. He is much stronger than Fyre and the rest of Fyre's mercenary group. He is very cold and rarely expresses emotions, except when he is fighting.

Username: Queen of Darkness
RP name: Thunder Lupis
Level: 6
Age: 15
Species: Human/werewolf
Alignment: Holy
Appearance:A grey haired, grey eyed girl of medium size and weight. She has a two grey sheithes that make an X acrossed her back.Her ears are larger than usual, they are covered in grey fur and placed like wolf ears, she has a wolf tail. Her teeth are oddly pointed and weres the grey, silver tassled, robes of a sound mage, this of course mean she specializes in sound magic. Her nailes are oddly pointed and are black, one on each hand and foot is white, like most dogs. She, at first glance, looks evil and as if she would kill anyone without question. But she's a fun loving tomboy who wouldent hurt a fly....unless it attacked her.
Personality: She's a tomboy for one, she's fun-loving but wary and dosent trust anyone quickly. She's a realist and is very paranoid, she sleeps with a dagger under her pillow
Weapon(s): Sound Magic Flute (Lvl. 3). Jade-Edged Machettes (Lvl. 4)
Armor: None
Spells: Song of the Dead (lvl 1, Thunder plays an eerie song on the flute that rasies Zombies to do her bidding (The number and power of them increase as the level of the attack does) The Ballad of Angels (lvl 2, Thunder plays an odd, wavering melody that causes a bolt of holy light to hurt her apponent) Lulluby (lvl 1, A lulluby that causes her appontent to fall into a deep sleep, althoug to keep them in it for longer than two minuts she has to keep playing it over and over again.) Enchanted (lvl 1 Enchants opponents to do her will (the lvl of the opponents must be the same lvl or lower of the lvl the songs on, (ex. imps lvl 1 song lvl 1 or above she can enchant them)
Fighting techs:Wolf-play (A fencing manuver were she moves quickly, turning from Human to Werewolf to throw off her apponent)
Items: A Sound Magic Spellbook, Iron-Gate Spirit Seal (Lv.1, Empty, Empty, Empty)
Money: 300
Background: She used to live in Alrozane. She ran away from home after her father (a werewolf) murdered her mother (a human) in one of his many demonic, drunken rages. After a month or two of fending for herself she stumbled on a small camp of nomadic mages, their a Sound mage took her as an apprentice, he also taught her swordplay. When she mastered the magic she took her new swords,a spell book, and her flute for casting spells. She now wanderes the countryside,wishing for revenge on her evil father.

Username: Brant_Flir
RP name: Jace Durron
Level: 2
Age: 24
Species: Human
Alignment: Nuetral
Appearance: He is a tall, well muscled man, with medium length blue hair with two distinguishing facial features: a horozontal row of black lightning bolts tatooed accross his pale, not-seeing eyes, and a huge scar going from one side of his face diagnally down to the cheek. He usually wears a black headband which he ties around his eyes. He is dressed in a black tank top underneath a black-&-white leather and padded vest, with a belt holding a horozontal scabard accros his waist for his sword, the Flir. He wears black leggins under black thigh, knee, and greave armor with thick armor studded boots. He also has a pair of black scale armor gauntlets / fighting glvoes / knuckles. His face is usually in a relaxed but angry state with a never-ending frown.
Weapon(s): The Flir (Level 2) {A cursed sword taken from a fallen warrior} ; Iron Gauntlets (Level 2) {Simple Iron Gantlets used to protect and strengthen the arm)
Armor: None
Spells: None
Fighting Techs: None
Items: none
Money: 50
Background: A mytsterious warrior of a forgotten age. He is nothing more than an extremly strong swordsman. He disdains spells and techs, thinking them for weaklings who need help to win their battles. He despises what he sees as Weaklings and respects those stronger than him. He fights with a mixed style of martial arts and his trusted sword taken from a powerful rival who lost against Jace's rage.

Username: Undoing Ruin
RP name: Kallo
Level: 4
Age: 17
Species: Human/Angel
Alignment: Holy
Appearance: Tall boy with white blonde hair, has deep blue eye's and a scar on his left cheek, he wears white t-shirts and white cargo pants.
Weapon(s): Hyanda tel Seldarine (Lv. 1), Wooden Bow and Arrows (Lv. 1), Emerang Ring Spirit Seal (Lv.2, Ice Frenrir, Empty)
Armor: none
Spells:
Holy Bolt (Lv. 3, A magick attack sending a white bolt of lightning infused with Holy Magick at the enemy from the palm of the users hand)
Soul Fire (Lv. 3, A magick attack where the user summons a small wall of blue flames and they travel along the ground to the enemy)
Spirit Seal (Lv.2, Kallo seals an opponent's spirit)
Fighting Techs: None
Items: Dragons Horn
Money: 50
Background: As a young boy Kallo and his brother alway's fought and having his brother part demon was allway's hard. But one day he returned home to find his mother and father murdered and his brother gone, Kallo sword he would find his brother and destroy him. One day Kallo did find his brother but he was to powerful and Kallo fell. His brother left him for dead but a traveler found him lying almost dead on the road and helped him to regai his strength. Kallo has vowed to one day avange his mother and father but he know's not when this day will come.

Username: Danny
RP Name: Morkin Vermarg Lormryk (More-Kin Ver-Mang Lorm-Rik)-Just call me Morgan
Level: 1
Age: 32
Species: Wolfen (type of magic casting wolves, very few in existence)
Alignment: Demon
Appearance: MVL appears as a wolf that stands on two legs. He wears red dragon skin armour passed on to him by his grandfather before dying. He also wears a black cape. MVL stands 6"4
Personality: MVL is the silent, shy type similar to Auron from FFX. He rarely talks but when he does it is of great importance.
Weapons: Vulcanic Staff (level 1) Flame Dagger (level 1)
Fire Beam (level 1) MVL sends a beam of fire to his enemies
Ring of Fire (level 1) MVL creates a RoF around his enemies and closes it in.
Teleport/Teleport others (level 1) MVL can teleport to any location he has visited
Spirit Seal (level 1) MVL seals a monsters spirit.
Items: MVL keeps a small pet Fire Wolf with him, it knows a basic fire attack.
Background: MVL was celebrating the completion of his ritual of becoming a fire magician when a wizard named Zenadin unleashed the power of the sacred Wolfen object, the Zephyr. Nearly all of the population were killed except for the fire (MVL), water, thunder, earth wizards and a few others who were scattered across the land. They each quest to kill the wizard that unleashed the unholy power.

Username: Atreyu
RP name: Atreyu Waye
Level: 2
Age: 17
Species: Human
Alignment: Tweener (Neither and both really, if you get what I mean)
Appearance:
Hair: Spikey black hair, that is fairly long
Shirt: Black t-shirt with some random design on it covered by a black suit coat
Scarf: Always wears either a black scarf (wool) or a red and black scarf around his neck, this is a proper scarf not like a neckchief or anything.
Hands: Black woolen fingerless gloves
Legs: Black suit trousers
Feet: Black and white shoes in the design of converse, let's call them Illuverse shall we?
Other: He is 6 feet 2 inches
Weapon(s): Breeze (lv.2, a large sword)
Armor: None
Spells: Icicle (lv.2, frezzes the blade of his sword creating a large icicle)
Fighting Techs: Wall run (lv.1, he runs up a wall and jumps off then uses his sword)
Items: None yet
Money: 50
Background: Not much is known about Atreyu. We know that he is from Alrozane. He hates the greedy merchants of the country and has sworn to get rid of them, and form a government that is just and fair. His father was a soldier, and so Atreyu grew up knowing the ways of the sword. On a day just before a fight between two merchants, his father gave him the sword he now carries, Breeze. His father never returned from that battle, but Atreyu believes that his father is still out there somewhere, and it’s up to him to find him.

Your list, please?

[Yayap]

Um... Yeah. I like victory with cream. You guys are going to end up being both.

[Craze-0-Matic]

Our list is at the top, where it's been all day.

[Aura]

I meant profiles.

You little clan boys don't have profiles, do ya?

[Craze-0-Matic]

We don't need profiles, we prefer the the element of surprise. Other than that, how does having a profile make you special? It's really nothing to gloat about.

[Knux]

Yeah, giving your opponent a profile is basically giving them your weaknesses and all that stuff. You're supposed to develop an image of the enemy as the fihgt goes on.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

We don't need profiles, because we're having an RPB war, not a Dungeons & Dragons face off.



Okay, so taking out all the Dungeons & Dragons nonsense you threw in there the war is:


The Hylian Warriors

1. Captain Jack Sparrow
2. Knux
3. Yayap
4. HyruleanHero
5. Heather4eva
6. Meathos
7. Newtype06

vs

Illuyad

1. Shadow Zelda
2. Frozen Heart
3. Queen of Darkness
4. Brant_Flir
5. Undoing Ruin
6. Danny
7. Ruin


Fights:

None

Refs:

N/A yet



Did I miss anything

[Newtype06]

What you've done is reveal your hand in the first round of a poker tournament. I can look up every attack, every ability you possess, and you are limited to what you put into your bio. I can create what I see fit, and you have no say in it.

[Knux]

GW Name: Knux
RP Name: Bob Smith
Age: 37,283
Level: 1337
Species: Human
Alignment: Evil
Appearance: hes big n wars uber armor w/ 13334477+ agility and looks 18 but hes actually 37,283 yrs old
Weapon(s): BIG SWORD (lvl 1337)
Armor: uber armor fo teh demon gawd
Spells: FIREBALL
Fighting Techs: FIREBALL (lvl 7, luanches ferbal at nenemy lol)
Items: potin restrores 893280 helath
Money: $1,000,000,000.99
Background: Bob Smith defeated teh ubre demon lord at age 13 n got his sward but couldnt use it till lvl 1337 amnd now he cn use it

Now see, if C&CW was like this wars would be completely pointless. It's about who's a better writer, not who has stats and pointless stuff like that.

That's not my bio, by the way. You're not getting one. :P

[Yayap]

Yeah, you're not getting our bios until we get down to business.

As for fighting order, I know Meathos wants to take on Frozen Heart. I think Meathos should go last though, ending the war in a bang.

I think I can safely assert that two, three, five, and seven would like to take on one...

For the first fight, I think Illyud should start it.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Uh...Yayap...in a war, everyone fights at the same time.

And speaking of which, any of the Illuyad man enough to face a pirate?

[Yayap]

I know, CJS. I was just saying that to open the war, they should make the first post.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

...or one of them should just post they are man enough to face a pirate.

[Newtype06]

I'll put out a call to anyone who has the guts to challenge me.

[Yayap]

Also, I still think Neil should get the last fight.

So uhm... Any of you want to challenge a lolnoob? I talk big game, but I've never actually participated in an RPB war before...

[Craze-0-Matic]

The mafia ninja awaits a challenger. Same ball park as Yayap here, but unafraid. *Tosses a barrel of rum over to CJS* Enjoy to the rum mate.

[heather4eva06]

I'm ready for anyone. No one better underestimate my short time on gamewinners.
What do you say PG/AP/SZ/whatever? Girl against girl?

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

The Hylian Warriors

1. Captain Jack Sparrow
2. Knux
3. Yayap
4. HyruleanHero
5. Heather4eva
6. Meathos
7. Newtype06

vs

Illuyad

1. Shadow Zelda
2. Frozen Heart
3. Queen of Darkness
4. Brant_Flir
5. Undoing Ruin
6. Danny
7. Ruin


Fights:

Meathos vs Frozen Heart (If Frozen Heart Accepts)
Heather4eva vs Shadow Zelda (If Shadow Zelda Accepts)

Refs:

N/A yet

[Craze-0-Matic]

Hmmm....Apparently no one wishes to fight a pirate OR a ninja.

[Aura]

I accept your challenge.

As for the stats, I just copy and pasted. Too lazy to take out the pointless crap.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Hmmm....Apparently no one wishes to fight a pirate OR a ninja.

...it's not a chat. People take their time on forums.

And, nice we have a fight going...well almost. Still need to establish length, and period of time the other person has to respond before they are disqualified.

Frozen Heart, if none of your people step up, is there anyone you would recommend for me to fight who has decent skills?

[Aura]

Not choosing favorites, but I feel Brant_Flir is the best RPer in all of Illuyad. All the others are great, but he is amazing. He has lots of talent. He's MUCH better then I am.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

...I am rusty after not having had participated in any form of writing or RP in a long time, but that is just far too tempting to resist.

Brant_Flir, I challenge you. Think you have what it takes to cross blades with a pirate? I'm curious to see these skills I hear of.

[Knux]

I dunno how I rank on that list of our fighters of ours, but I'm definately not the best we have. I'll accept any of your challenges, though.

[Brant_Flir]

...I am rusty after not having had participated in any form of writing or RP in a long time, but that is just far too tempting to resist.

Brant_Flir, I challenge you. Think you have what it takes to cross blades with a pirate? I'm curious to see these skills I hear of.

Well, i don't think i'm as good as FH thinks i am, but i've got to try. Besides, i've never backed down from a challenge. So, i guess i accept.

Um, i've never done an RPB before, so do anyone think they can explain it to me?

-The One
-The Only
-The Flir

~Brant

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

We have a match then, Brant_Flir.

This is a tutorial to RPB I wrote myself not too long ago:


/ / /


RPB, or role play battling, in GW usually works in a 1-X-1 format.

1-X-1

The first number, 1, represents your one introduction post, where your character is introduced.

The X represents pretty much any number you want to fit in there (that is decided upon between the people involved in the battle before they fight), and represents the number of battle posts, where fighting occurs.

The last number, 1, is your finishing post, where you kill off the other person's character.


Before the battle, the people involved agree to who goes first. The first person has the advantage of being able to choose the setting. They describe their character and the setting, and then the other person posts, introducing their character and how they got to the "battlefield." Then the first person goes again, posting a battle post, showing how the characters fight. Then the other person continues on from the last battle post, and then they keep switching turns until it is the time for the finishing post. The first person to post their finishing post (the person who also was first to post their introduction), writes how they kill off the other character. Since the second person can't continue from then on, since their character is dead, they keep going from their last battle post.


Hopefully, to make this less confusing, here is a very, very simplified version of an RP battle that is 1-2-1 (1 introduction post, 2 battle posts, 1 finishing post).

Person A (1-2-1):
"It is a dark night, and warrior A steps onto the huge battlefield."

Person B (1-2-1):
"On a dark night, warrior B becomes lost, and finds himself facing warrior A on a huge battlefield."

Person A (1-1-1):
"Warrior A charges towards warrior b, and punches him hard in the stomach, making him spit blood."

Person B (1-1-1):
"Warrior B wipes the blood from his face and grabs warrior A, throwing him into a tree."

Person A (1-2-1):
"Warrior A pushes himself up, and charges toward Warrior B, stabbing him with his sword."

Person B (1-2-1):
"Warrior B fights against the pain of his fresh stab wound and kicks warrior A to the ground."

Person A (1-2-1):
"Warrior A pushes warrior B's foot off of his chest and decapitates him."

Person B (1-2-1):
"While warrior A is still laying on the ground, warrior B draws his sword and splits his skull in half."

At the end of the fight, the referee chooses the winner, based on orginiality, creativity, style, mood, and just overall writing.


/ / /


Brant_Flir, it is basically like an RP, except it is a battle between me and you. One of us posts an intro (introduces character), then the other person posts an intro, then the other writes an attack, the other writes an attack, until we both write our outros. If you have any questions, ask me. If you understand, then let's decide on the length of the battle and the delay penalty.

[Brant_Flir]

Okay, thats pretty simple. I've got it i think.

Thanks for the help. I look foreward to facing you in combat. Hopefully i'll be able to keep up.

Okay, um, i don't really care how long it is. Whats the rules with the deley penalty? How much time does a delay equal?

[Aura]

Usually, it doesn't matter. It's mostly just the RP that goes into judging.

[Brant_Flir]

Usually, it doesn't matter. It's mostly just the RP that goes into judging.

Goes into judging? Can you explain FH?

[Aura]

Somebody wil judge who won the fight based on your RP skills.

Meathos, how about you and I be judges? I don't take sides in anything that doesn't require it.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Frozen Heart, the C&CW forum refs are going to ref these fights. They have experience judging these fights, and are a neutral voice.

Anyway, Brant_Flir, if you prefer something different tell me. But I personally would like it if we had a 1-2-1 fight. It's not too short, and not too long. And, if the other person takes more than 7 days (a full week), they lose the fight. Agreed? Or do you want to change it?

[Brant_Flir]

Sounds good to me. But i have two questions:

-When do we start?
-Who goes first?

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Agreed then.


- We can start whenever
- Doesn't matter to me who goes first. Since it's your first RP battle, I'll let you choose. Here's some tips though:

Advantages of going first is, is that you get to choose the setting, and you are the first to be able to post your "kill."

Advantages of not going first is that, if you can't really think of a place for the battle, then I'll choose it and you won't have to worry about that. And you can sit tight and relax and wait until I post my intro and then you have your 7 days to respond.

[Brant_Flir]

Okay, i don't care when we start.

I'll let you go first though.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Alright, it's settled. I say we start the battle now. I have 7 days for my intro, then once mine is up, you have 7 days for yours, and so on...

I'm in Eastern time and it is 12:05AM (Wednesday) here.

If everything goes well, I may have it up tonight, 9, 10PMish. If not, I can pretty much gurantee it by this Friday.

I'm looking forward to this.

[Brant_Flir]

Okay. Are we postign in this thread?

Yeah, i'm Western Time 9:07 PM (Tuesday).... lol, its wierd to talk to someone in the future. Hey Cap'n! Whats it like tomarrow / Today?

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

All the fights in this war will all take place in this one thread here, yes.

And the future..well, it sucks. But the cigarettes are helping. Now excuse me, I have a smoke to enjoy.

[Yayap]

Taking seven days at a time isn't going to get us anywhere. Can't we opt for three days?

[Dan]

I just read that this is Heather's first RP, so I guess I challenge her based on skill levels :shrug:

[Bladz]

Lol Hylian Warriors substitute incase somebody randomly dies. =D

<3

[Meathos]

Yeah, well, Danny, she's already challenged someone, champ. Way to read.


FH, no bios, no stats, no bullsh!t.

1-1-1, or 1-2-1? I wanna keep this short and sweet. Who's going first?

[heather4eva06]

Correction, this is not my first RP, it is my first RPB. Laugh while you still can boys.

Danny, as an answer to your question, if Shadow Zelda does not reply to or refuses my challenge to her, then I will gladly go against you.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Taking seven days at a time isn't going to get us anywhere. Can't we opt for three days?

How many days it takes you is between you and the person you're fighting.

I opted for a week since I just started going to classes again, and depending on how busy they'll keep me, I may need some free weekend time to come up with my response.

[Brant_Flir]

How many days it takes you is between you and the person you're fighting.

I opted for a week since I just started going to classes again, and depending on how busy they'll keep me, I may need some free weekend time to come up with my response.

Yeah, and i work and have football practice so let's do seven days Cap'n.

[Newtype06]

Atreyu, I challenge you and your Converse. :link:



Oops, did I say Converse? I meant Illuverse.

[Aura]

FH, no bios, no stats, no bullsh!t.


I know. I'm not going to take sides. As for posting the stats, I didn't feel like taking out the pointless stuff.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

I know. I'm not going to take sides. As for posting the stats, I didn't feel like taking out the pointless stuff.

He challenged you to a fight and you didn't respond to his challenge in any way, shape, or form just now.

And since Meathos was too lazy to do it, I posted a request for a ref in the ref thread.

[The Unwanted]

I'm up for a challenge, I don't care who I go against. First RPB just so ya know but i'm a decent RPer. If anyone has the gut's challenge QoD, she's one of the best i've seen.

[Jaguar Love]

Sure I'll accept Newtype...and don't mess with the Illuverse, they're the ultimate RPG shoe :D

[Dan]

If SZ accepts heather, then I'll gladly take on someone with not to much experience. I don't wanna get in a fight with your greatest RP'er or something.

[Knux]

Undoing Ruin or Danny, I'll be willing to take on either one of you if you'd like. Take your pick and let me know here.

[Newtype06]

Sure I'll accept Newtype...and don't mess with the Illuverse, they're the ultimate RPG shoe :D

Okay, whatever...


Anyways, I'm feeling a 1-2-1 for us. I leave that part up to you. I can intro any time you want.

[Meathos]

lol, Danny. Heather would be one of your best bets, given our roster.


FH, accept my challenge, damnit.

[Yayap]

Alright, so of our match-ups, who's left? I need an opponent.

[Craze-0-Matic]

I'm here too, still with an open challenge as well.

[Jaguar Love]

Okay, whatever...


Anyways, I'm feeling a 1-2-1 for us. I leave that part up to you. I can intro any time you want.

So...you first or me?

[Knux]

What the hell's going on? We have over 65 posts in this thread and we haven't gotten a fight started, much less matched up more than 2 matches. Those matches aren't even accepted yet.

I think all our people are here, we're just waiting on them to come accept us.

Heather's fighting PG if she accepts. We need a catfight in this thread.

[Craze-0-Matic]

Plus, we don't even have a ref yet......Slowness much?

[Aura]

FH, accept my challenge, damnit.

I accept your challenge, damnit.

Do you want to go first or second?

[Meathos]

lol, sweet.

Uhm... Doesn't matter to me, actually.

If you're going first, then just go first. If not, then just say so, and I'll get to it.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Okay, FINALLY...



Fights:

Meathos vs. Frozen Heart
1-2-1 (?)
Frozen Heart First (?)
Not Yet Started

Captain Jack Sparrow vs. Brant_Flir
1-2-1
Captain Jack Sparrow First
Not Yet Started

Newtype06 vs. Atreyu
1-2-1
??? First
Not Yet Started

Heather4eva vs. Shadow Zelda ?
?-?-?
??? First
Not Yet Started

Those Who Need To Get Fights:

The Hylian Warriors

1. Knux

2. Yayap

3. Hyrulean Hero

Illuyad

1. Queen Of Darkness

2. Undoing Ruin

3. Danny

Refs:

None

[Yayap]

Thanks for that list, CJS. *tosses a rum cookie*

Queen of Darkness, I challenge thee.

[Knux]

I'll challenge Undoing Ruin, then. Danny said he wanted a newer person, and I think HH said he's never been in a battle before.

But if HH want's Ruin, makes no difference to me.

[Craze-0-Matic]

Bleh, I'll take what I can get. Danny, I challenge you to a duel. TO THE DEATH! *Dun dun dun*

[Aura]

The moon shone through the trees on the peaceful night. Valreki rested beside the lake, the waves gently lapping the stone. All was a peaceful oasis. Valreki suddenly awoke and grabbed his boomerang. Something was near. He quietly stood up and got ready to fight.

[Meathos]

...Okay. *breathes heavily* Okay.


I'll have something up soon, FH. Don't worry about that.

[Aura]

What's so funny about my intro?

[Meathos]

You'll see, son. Soon.

[Newtype06]

Atreyu, I'll intro for us.

Let's just wait for Meathos and FH to get rolling, then we'll have some fun...

[Aura]

I'll fix it.

Valreki was sitting against the wall in his room when a knock on the door was heard. He grabbed his boomerang and opened the door to find a note. "I wish a duel with you. Come to the arena right now." Valreki, interested, slowly walked out of the inn and toward the arena, the cold winter wings flapping his clothes about. He arrived at the arena and walked to the main part. He walked to one corner and awaited his opponent.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Um, I've never seen anyone fix an intro in a war, but as long as Meathos is okay with it...

[Newtype06]

uh, yeah, FH?

Never do that again.

Reposting something in a clan war is a mistake. For all we know, Meathos could have completed his intro already, and your "new" intro f*cks up everything he did. This "new" intro is completely different from the last one.

This is a war. If you aren't satisfied with what you want to put up, then don't put it up in the first place.

[Aura]

Oh? I thought this was 1-on-1 battles...

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

...it IS 1 on 1 battles, but you can't just post your intro and then re edit it in a WAR.

But anyway, it's up to Meathos whether he's okay with you editing it.

[White Rose]

Ah, the big war has started I see. Good luck with your RPB's everyone. :)

*watches*

[Angel]

Okay, I am giving you guys a warning. If I don't reply in 5 days, my ankle is really broken and I can't get on the computer. So, like I said, in 5 days without a reply, I resign.

[Knux]

Okay, I am giving you guys a warning. If I don't reply in 5 days, my ankle is really broken and I can't get on the computer. So, like I said, in 5 days without a reply, I resign.

Mmhmm. So apparently "broken ankles" prevent people from sitting and typing and give writers block now. Or is it that you're afraid -- no, realizing -- that the clan you're co-leading, the clan that called US noobs and little clan boys is going to get destroyed?

Your resignation is going to give your clan more of a technical loss rather than the beat down we were ready to give.

[Yayap]

Well, that just means one of us can't open a can of Spaghetti-O's...

Either Meathos is terrified, or he's writing an entire book for an intro.

[Angel]

Look, I'm not even supposed to be off my couch, okay? I'm going to get killed for even being on now. I never called you n00bs and I never would. I know you guys are great RPers and I hope to have a fair fight if I do partake in this. I wish Heather the best of luck and to you all as well. Knux, I know we are opponents in this, but I wish you good luck as well.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Captain Jack Sparrow vs. Brant_Flir

1-2-1

~ ~ ~

There was no cessation in the turmoil of neither wind nor sea; catastrophic waves, consuming wood and flesh as though the difference was negligible, non existent. A ship breaks, but a man bleeds- a ship has no determination, past the blasts from cannon fire, and the most vile of storms, to save itself from the bottom of the ocean, but man will till the last bead of sweat on his brow and drop of blood in his veins proceed to fight for survival. Perhaps, it is not because man is born a brave soul, but simply because he knows no better.

The sky was a cubist painting. Formations of clouds, clashes of the coldest of colors, painted the plain grey canvas, and swallowed the beams of the sun, attempting to fight through the cloudy curtains in vain. The beach was the ugliest of landscapes, yet it was the most peaceful, after the most enduring storm that fed on helpless souls and played with ships like cheap toys- the depths of the sea called hungrily for its prey.

Land- the only thought that he could focus on right now. He could feel it- soft, moist- underneath his fingers, and the feeling of the beach’s sand was more comforting than the thought that his life had been spared by Poseidon. His eyes burnt from the salt of the sea; he dared not open them. His fingers were cold, numb, and his whole body trembled, a subtle yet frightening shake, accompanied by short, uneven breaths. Eyes still closed, he attempted to push himself up, the sand stinging the open cut in his right hand, and his feet shifting to readjust to the unfamiliarity of the ground. He stood.

His eyes opened to the sight of the palm of his right hand, wet and covered in sand, with a small cut going down the middle. Trying to rub off the sand as best he could, he tore off a piece of cloth from his white shirt, and wrapped it around the wound to the best of his abilities with one hand, and tightened the knot with his teeth. Much better. A brief brush against his dark boot from the waves behind him, along with a soft tap, caused him to look down- to his surprise, it was his tricone. He didn’t hesitate to pick it up before the waves could tear it away from him again, back to the sea; he carefully picked the seaweeds off and blew off the bits of sand, before placing it on his head and readjusting it.

The black tricone matched the black vest covering his white shirt perfectly, and covered the purple bandana tied around his head. Only a few strains of hair dangled before his eyes, making it impossible to determine his hair color- but his eyes were the deepest shade of blue, as cold and unforgiving as the sky. Though it looked as though the worst had been over, the clouds teased him with chilling winds and drops of rain- it would not be long before the sky resumed its sadistic orchestra.

His fingers slid down to his waist, and the comfortable, familiar feeling of his belt could not have been more welcome. The smooth handle of his pistol, tucked into the left side of his dirty purple belt, tickled his fingertips as they grazed across it; as did the handle of his cutlass, which carried the lethal long blade.

He cocked his head to the right, and threw a look down; the slight rumble that caught his attention was that of a small wooden chest reaching shore. Hopeful, he pulled out his pistol, cocked it, all the while keeping the fingers of his right hand crossed, and pulled the trigger. Success! Not only did the gun work, but the lock succumbed to the bullet and revealed the contents of the chest. Inside were additional bullets, gunpowder, and half a bottle of rum. A small plate read “Properties Of Captain Bahadur Badr.”

After placing some gunpowder and a few bullets in the pouch of his belt, he reached for the bottle of rum. Removing the cork, he took a few great gulps- there is nothing worse than being surrounded by water for hours, yet thirsting all the way. He placed the bottle back in the chest and moved it away from the reach of the sea. As he placed it down, and looked back up, he caught his first full view of the island.

It was not a very big island, most likely uninhabited, and the beach was as plain as they come- not a piece of agriculture, only the moist sand. Not too far away was a great hill, and on top were various palm trees, and in the middle of them, what seemed to be a pathway to the other side of the island. He could not see the rest of the island past the hill, but he had all the time in the world to find out what lay behind it.

He slowly began his march towards the hill, eyes fixated upon its top. Perhaps there was an oasis of some sorts, or at least something that caught the rainwater; worst case, he’d have to reside to coconut milk. But getting drunk right now certainly was no solution.

The closer he got though, the less comfortable he felt; the oddest enigma embraced the atmosphere, as though he walked upon condemned land. Paranoia from hours in the raging sea? No; his instincts were not blinded easily. Badr’s left hand slipped down and pulled his gun from its hold in one swift movement, and he was quick to reload it- and as he cocked it, in the corner of his eye there was a glimpse of a figure, atop the hill.

It began to rain.

~ ~ ~


Not my masterpiece, but could have been worse considering I haven't RPBed in...over a year. Your turn, Brant.

[Brant_Flir]

Not my masterpiece, but could have been worse considering I haven't RPBed in...over a year. Your turn, Brant.


.....Not your masterpiece!!!!!?????!!!!!!!

Oh jeez....

Well, i guess i better get started....

Well, i look foreward to a fun game, Cap'n.

-THe One
-THe Only
-The Flir

[Newtype06]

eh, what the hell. Let's do this Atreyu.

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Their silence was mechanical. They moved like beings possessed through the darkened streets. Every minute or so, some old man or woman would poke their head out of their window, lantern brandished. Just as soon as they caught sight of the black clad figures, leather strips hanging from their shoulders, they quickly blew out their lanterns and shut their windows tight. Ducking back under their covers, the poor citizens of Greyflag quietly prayed to whatever god they worshipped. Trembling in their sheets, they quietly begged that they would pass by their house. They quietly feared the terrible wrath of the Sheikah Service.

There were five of them, clad in skintight black jumpsuits. Covered in dark, miniscule writing, the jumpsuits appeared to have been created from hundreds of separate strips of cloth, wrapped together around the very bodies of the men who wore the suits. Dangling from their shoulders, numerous leather cords, barely the width of a finger, swayed with each movement. Even the masks they wore, covering the bottom half of their face, looked like it had been one massive length of fabric, and had only been wrapped around them.

The man in front, distinguishable by his grey hair and by the fact that he carried more leather strips than any two others combined, stopped, and held up a fist. The rest of his unit disappeared in the shadows. He waited for a minute, before pointing off into the darkness.

“Show yourself, Creth,” He said. “My unit is here. Your intelligence better be good.”

Emerging from the darkness, a thin man wearing the same uniform emerged from around a corner. He only had about five of the leather cords slung from his shoulders.

“Zero, you’re here,” he said, stepping forward to the grey haired man. “Trust me, the intelligence is good. It comes from a very highly paid informant. The people you seek are in that house.” Creth gestured over towards a dimly lit two story building at the end of the street.

“Number?” Zero said.

“There are five people inside,” Creth responded.

“Weapons?”

“Just the basics. Swords, daggers…No bows, I believe.”

“Women?”

“There is one, other four are men.”

Zero nodded, and turned away from Creth. With a simple hand signal, his team emerged from various hiding spaces, and regrouped around their leader.

“Five. Inside that house,” Zero said, nodding towards the target building. “One woman.”

“I say we go with plan ‘F’, Zero!” Sket said quickly. His enthusiasm was a little…too genuine, Zero noted. He also noted that Sket suggested the most violent, dangerous, and combat-oriented plan that they had laid out.

“Any other suggestions…?” Zero sighed. He knew his team. He knew himself. He knew that none of them would pass up the opportunity to instill some swift justice into some criminals. “Alright, we’ll go with plan ‘F’. Kriska,” he said, gesturing to the only warrior who came close to rivaling him in terms of the leather strips, “you get the first floor window. Take Sket and Cindar. I’ll go through the front door with Curass. A clean sweep. You know the plan.”

The team moved quickly. They lost sight of each other in the dark, but they knew where their comrades were. Zero took a shortcut. Ducking into the shadow behind a house, Zero vanished from existence.

Curass reached his position at the front of the house. He waited patiently for Zero to catch up, and was impressed that he had made it to the target before his commander.

He didn’t notice the head that began to rise literally out of his shadow, followed by the rest of a body. A body clad in a black jumpsuit…

“Curass,” Zero said into his ear. The Sheikah jumped visibly.

“Damnit!” he whispered loudly. “Why the hell do you do that?”

“Because I can, kid,” Zero replied flatly. He never tried to explain Shadow Walking to the kids. Zero was unique amongst his kind, and he preferred that it stay that way.

“The others are ready,” Zero stated in an offhand manner.

“How can you tell?” Curass asked incredulously.

“Because their shadows told me,” Zero responded. He didn’t bother explaining his ability to listen to shadows either. Most people tended to go insane when he did. “Let’s go.”

Zero put his boot through the door, smashing it off its hinges. A moment later, a dark form flew through the window, landing in the room. Caught completely off guard, the people in the room abandoned the meal they were sharing and fell to the floor. One man sank to his knees, hands in the air. Sket charged forward, his saber whirling. The man slumped to the ground, staring at where his hands used to be and wondering how he’d learn to count on his toes instead.

It was over in seconds. The prisoners were herded together and executed for their crimes. Three men and one woman, Zero thought. Why does that seem wrong? He took a moment to check the bodies again. Meanwhile, Sket and Curass were arguing over who would get the Kill Stripes out of the mission. Kriska tried to intervene, but the seasoned vet remembered many of his own arguments, and held his tongue. Kill stripes were a big deal to some Sheikah, as it served as almost a ranking system. Finally the two agreed that they would split the kills two apiece.

Zero turned to his men. “I’m going upstairs. Something’s wrong.” His unit nodded and began to dispose of the bodies. Zero let his hands fall to his makhaira at his sides. Short swords by definition, Zero preferred them due to the way the blade curved, giving an artistic edge to the weapon. However, the need to use them never arose. After scanning the second floor, Zero pulled himself up to the roof.

It was flat, that was for sure. There wasn’t much rain in Greyflag to worry about. That gave Zero a perfect view. Spying the figure across the roof, the Sheikah closed the distance, placing himself at the other end. Drawing his blades quietly and carefully, Zero finally addressed the man.

“I am an officer of the Sheikah Service!” he shouted. “You are under arrest for theft, espionage, treason, conspiracy to commit treason, and murder. You are hearby considered an enemy of the state, and an enemy of our lord, General Gano. Any of said crimes are punishable by death! How do you plead?”

Silence.

“Just the way I like it…” Zero muttered under his breath, and charged.

[The Unwanted]

I accept your challenge Knux. Please be nice :D

[Craze-0-Matic]

Once again, I challenge Danny.

[Dan]

I accept your challenge.

[Knux]

Alright, Ruin, I'll let you pick whether you want to go first or not.

Let me know so I'll know whether to wait for you to start or not.

[Yayap]

My challenge still stands with Queen.

[Meathos]

FH, I'm writing off of your first intro, and that is that. Sh!t'll be up soon, yo.

[Craze-0-Matic]

Alright Danny. 1-1-1 or 1-2-1? Maybe 1-3-1? The choice is yours, as is the choice of who goes first.

[heather4eva06]

I got in contact with Shadow Zelda and she accepted my challenge. She said she would post first and it will be a 1-2-1.

[Angel]

I'm writing the intro right now. It'll be up in about 30-60 minutes.

[Yayap]

So its CJS v Brent, Meathos v FH, PG v heather, Knux v Ruin, HH v Danny, NT v Atreyu... I guess Queen has to accept my challenge now.

[Meathos]

Meathos(Meathos Alregdia) vs. Frozen Heart(Valreki)
Introduction - Meathos
1-1-1

He had heard there was a band of self-titled ‘fighters’, ranking themselves high and amongst the likes of himself and his comrades. He was, to say the least, quite offended… But, no matter how angry he and the remnants of his band got, there was absolutely no action being enforced. They simply mocked and laughed, as if they were still untouchable. Truth was, they still were.

They had been stronger before, their membership list over 200 long. They were legends, they had legends, they owned it all. They would enter a battle, fearless, and conquer. Like a black storm, they moved in, not out of nowhere, but completely announced, and they demolished the status quo, devouring everything that was the ‘norm’. Be it sky or man, it was changed…

Of course, with the times and the battles, they, too, were changed. Leadership shifted, and all became anxious. Battles became few and far-between, none knew what to expect next. Then, slowly, they started disappearing. Great warriors would step out casually, mentioning their return in days, or weeks… None did.
The trend continued for months, a year, and more. Eventually, those who were once recruits, ones who still ‘had a lot to learn’, were now thrusted into leadership by default. None took it well.

So, they sat on their thrones, the kings of battle. More recruits came, and were taught, but the standard got lower and lower. The old times were all but forgotten by the leaders, the then ‘veterans’, the recruits ignorant and uninformed of the old ways… Every so often, a legend would return, and be asked who they were by everyone, but the leaders. That, it seemed, is what kept them from returning.

The tradition of fighting was continued, the half-sleeping beast was awakened every so often. They all knew it was a dark and quiet future. Struggling, they did what they had to, and did what they could… But, it was always in vain. The constant idiotic ramblings of the recruits and their games made it all seem inadequate. Disgruntled, the veterans had nothing they could do. If exiled, the recruits would not carry the guild into the future. If kept, they would ride it into the ground.

They had been sitting around their table, talking, wishing, when the door of their manor creaked quietly open.

..And in walked a legend.

The veterans welcomed him with open arms, and talked to him about his travels. It seemed that he had returned for one thing- Fighting.
He had heard of a newer guild, full of self-titled fighters, badgering the veterans behind their backs. Cowards. What had made it worse was the fact that they were all recruits who had been taught by the leaders, then left, and still stayed in contact with the guild.

“They called us out by name.” The man said, snapping from his memory. “By name…”

The man then thought back to the letter he had written himself, and sent off to their pitiful rag-tag weak-minded and bodied ‘guild’. He had called them out by name, as well. It was the end of an era, and it would end in a bang. A loud bang.

He found himself still leaning on the tree he had been hours before. He was on the edge of a small forest, which stopped some thirty yards from the massive cliff which overlooked the bay. The cliff sipped down as the water came inland, and morphed into a beach of stone and fine sand. The forest followed the trend, as well, but reached back across the rolling landscape, over hills and knolls, off into the horizon. It was night, the sky was a deep purple, the moon’s light cascaded through the chilly cloudy sky, across the open air above the forest, through its leaves, onto the tall grassy ground, the beach, the man sitting amongst the stones…

The guild leader was now laying flat on his stomach, looking over the cliff between the rocky seabed below, and the man seated rather comfortably on the beach. The name of the character was not known, but his origin and place in the renegade, ignorant guild was.

The laying man reached over the cliff and pulled a loose stone from its face. He then rolled over onto his caped back, and slid quietly towards the trees. Against the cover of the green plants, he got to his feet, but was still crouching. He then made his way towards the cliff once again, and hurled the stone as far as he could.

The hollow, cobbled sound of stones hitting each other echoed over the gentle lapping of the sea. It was all followed by shifting stone: the beach man was standing.

Chuckling, the caped man made his way back to the forest, and brushed himself off. He was wearing a dark cape, which was either a faded black, or a dirty gray. Under that, was a typical breastplate, attached to a back plate, atop a chain mail shirt, atop a cotton one. His arms were covered in gauntlets and pauldrons, unpolished and dirty. They, too, had chain mail under them, and cotton under that. He wore a belt which had chain mail hanging from it, and a sheath for a sword that bopped around on his left hip. His thighs were armoured, his lower legs covered in high leather boots with light frontal armour protection. The toes of the boots bore sabatons.

“Bah, get off of me, bastard ants.” He laughed, brushing the armour off, digging for the insects in some places. He then began his journey down to the beach. Moving from tree to tree, fast, quiet, the man felt rather strange. He wasn’t used to attempted stealth, he didn’t like it, but he wanted and had to surprise the beach-dweller.

“Ha!” The man laughed, “I’m here for you? Son, I suggest you pack up your things, swim out to the middle of that lake and drown yourself… It’d be a lot more pleasant a demise.” The man’s voice growled.

The other simply looked at the armored man. He saw the man’s fire-red hair and eyes, his cunning, sharp features, and recognized him immediately. “Meathos Alregdia.”

“I’m surprised you remember me. I haven’t the slightest clue as to who you are.” Meathos smirked and drummed on his sword’s hilt with his left hand. “Mind filling me in, boy?”

“Valreki.” Said man put out a hand. Meathos looked at it.

“Right. Well, okay, then.” Meathos put out his hand and shook Valreki’s… He then pulled his new enemy towards him, but not after positioning an armored elbow in the poor Valreki’s path. Head hit armour, Meathos stepped back, placed a foot on his opponent’s chest, and pushed. Valreki fell flat on his back, clutching at his forehead.

“Moron.” Meathos muttered as he stepped away from the downed man.

‘CLANG!’ A rock hit Meathos square in the back plate. Furious, Alregdia turned slowly, pointed at the Valreki, an unleashed his weapon. “I’ll kill you.” He said it calmly, as though relaxed by the lake.

A boomerang fluttered towards Meathos. He flew from his position, trying to get out of the way, but received a heavy blow on his right shoulder. He hit the rocky beach harder. “Aahh… Now I remember you.”

Meathos first met Valreki back at the guild some years before. He had been a leader, one of the few who had been around for a long time. Valreki was a student. A simple student. They never spoke much, Meathos hadn’t taught Valreki, seeing as their styles were completely different: one ranged, one melee. However, they had sparred before. Meathos remembered the boomerang, his struggle to get close to the wielder… But he also remembered the power he unleashed upon the man when he did get close.

Now, finally, Meathos would teach Valreki the first and only lesson he ever would. A very serious, important life lesson: Death.

The wind picked up, and Meathos stood. He twirled his longsword, and smiled at the enemy… The sky clouded over, and there was a flash. A deep rolling rumble treaded through the brewing storm, and Valreki felt a raindrop. With another flash, another rolling roar of thunder, came more rain…

…And then the fight started.



Meh, definately not my greatest. At all. But, it'll get the job done.

[Angel]

Silvia Rutak walked through Atoia, the village that was recently destroyed by the war. It was said to all have been started by a woman that appeared out of nowhere. Silvia bowed her head next to a pile of rubble, her old home. There’s no going back now. She pulled her purple hair back into a bun and suppressed tears. The city was all rubble, the darkness of one person did this.

Silvia began to dig through-out the debris mounds, taking the bodies of the deceased and burring them in a respectful manner near their homes. Her parents bodies where the most cut up and scabbed, they were the ones who probably defended the town. There were no survivors, her purple eyes filled with tears “Mother, Father, I have failed you. I have tried to regain the world of Alrozane and I come back to Ulterphane to find it in pieces!”

Silvia ran to the outskirts, watching the horizon intently. Kotakia? I’m sorry to bother you but, I need redemption. A travesty has befallen my village, you must return. A golden light flew across the horizon, making the sunset look like nothing. It hit Silvia’s body and her eyes flashed red and her purple hair turned orange. Her canines grew larger and her ears rounded like a cat.

“Welcome home, Kotakia.”

It’s good to be back, Silvia. Solak and Halia give you their love.

“That’s good. Kotakia, a mercenary has killed everyone in this village and has burned it to the ground.”

Silvia walked out towards the forest, or what was left of it that is. She climbed into a hollowed tree trunk and grabbed a jeweled necklace “A spirit seal. How interesting.” She placed it around her neck “It’s already possessed. It has two spirits in it and room for one more, the one who did this to my family.”

She climbed out of the tree and walked near the river “Demons, why did they go extinct?”

All except me, Solak, and Halia.

Silvia walked back to the village. She kneeled next to the bodies’ gravesites and prayed for each of them. Suddenly, she heard a person approaching. She grabbed her sword and jumped in front of the woman “Are you the one that did this?!” her response was that of a yell and a stroke at her throat with a sword.

[Aura]

Meathos, awsome intro! I'll start writing it, but will be out of town tomarrow and Sunday. Expect it by Tuesday.

[The Unwanted]

Knux, how about 1-2-1 and you can go first...

[heather4eva06]

Ayame pulled a dagger out of the dead man’s throat, his blood dripping off of it and landing in his open eyes.

“Your entire village now waits for you, young man. Tell them all I hope they burn in hell.”

Ayame ripped a piece of the man’s shirt. She wiped off her dagger, tucking both into her cloak. A breeze blew through the burning village, blowing the off the hood covering her face. Ayame did not have the face of a killer. She was young, and she had a long, brown braid falling down to her waist, and beautiful deep black eyes. Her bangs barely touched her eyebrows. Her face showed no remorse, however. No pity, no mercy. She turned away from the man and walked around the burning village, searching for those who may have survived.

Suddenly, a burning building beside her collapsed into rubble. Ayame stopped walking, and smiled to herself as she heard an agonizing scream slowly fade away in the flames.

These people had it coming for a long time. Ayame came from the nearby village of Kyrnabad. One night, a demon walked into the village, seeking refuge. Her people welcomed the demon, including herself. Ayame herself even mended it’s wounds. But her people were poor, and could not take care of the monster anymore. The demon made a last request, it asked for a human host that it may travel in. The demon chose Ayame. It noticed the mental strength of Ayame, and knew she would be a great fighter someday. Ayame’s people feared the demon’s power, and didn’t want to make it angry. They agreed, and Ayame’s body became possessed by the demon.

Her people started avoiding her, but Ayame didn’t care. She could feel the demon’s power surging inside her and she felt honored to be the chosen one. Pretty soon however, the lonliness began to bother Ayame. Even her own parents feared her. She couldn’t stand it any longer, and asked the demon to leave her. The demon refused, and Ayame fought the demon inside her head all day, every day. Some would even see her screaming in the streets.

The people decided to free Ayame of the demon. They attacked Ayame, trying to scare the demon out of her, and helping Ayame concentrate on freeing herself. The demon became enraged and attacked the people, using Ayame’s body, but with more strength and speed than that of any human. Ayame helplessly watched her bodies mutilated, children slaughtered and her own parents killed by her own hands.

When all was over, Ayame collapsed on the ground, crying. The demon flew out of her and hovered above her for a moment.

“You’ve become weak. I have no use for a body like yours.” The demon disappeared into the night.

Ayame vowed to have her revenge. As she grew older, she trained herself to become as fast and as strong as she once was. She tracked down the demon to a nearby village, where a new host for it lived. The people had accepted the demon, and worshipped the demon, for it had saved them from attacking enemies. Their sacrifices had made the demon stronger, and Ayame heard that the new host was also a young woman. Ayame smiled. She would show them was real fear was.

Ayame now walked to the end of the street covered in blood. Her victims…they were gone. Had the demon come back? Had it brought them to life? Ayame pulled up her hood and ran around the corner of one of the houses. She beheld a young girl, a few feet ahead of her, kneeling by some graves. She could feel power radiating off of the young woman.

“She’s the host…”

Ayame pulled a dagger, but the girl had already noticed her. The woman drew her sword and put it at Ayame’s throat.

“Are you the one that did this?”

Ayame quickly raised her dagger to the woman’s throat.

“Let me ask you. Are you the one who holds the power of the demon named Kotakia?”

[Dan]

I'll go with 1-2-1 HyruleanHero. You can start.

[Craze-0-Matic]

Ok, I think I'll wait til tomorrow though. I'm growing tired of this day, it's been long.....Stupid school, glad tomorrow is Saturday...Sounds good though.

[Dan]

Well, it's Sunday for me tomorrow, so we can start then.

[Jaguar Love]

Here's mine
- - - - - - -

Atreyu looked on as the soldier ran towards him. He heard his footsteps echo on the roof of the house. He smirked silently to himself as he knew the soldier had no idea what he was up against. To him, Atreyu was just a kid. But let's rewind to how he ended up on a roof anyway.

Atreyu Waye...the great bandit, there wasn't a coin he couldn't steal many said. But one afternoon Atreyu ran into some trouble. He had no idea what would happen, butt it cost him greatly. In a large city, ruled by an evil king, there was said to be a grand treasure. If your a world renowned (sp?) bandit, you can't pass up that chance. Getting into the castle was the easy part. Stealing the treasure, well that was a little trickier than he expected.

After breaking into the castle he ran down a long stone hallway, the sound of the guard’s footsteps behind him. He knew how to handle them, but killing without reason wasn't his thing. If it was the guards wouldn't be chasing him right now, they'd be partying down with the big man upstairs. Anyway...Atreyu ran to a door, locked up tight. He pulled out a lock pick and started working on it, knowing he had only limited time before the guards got to him. He tried and tried, but it wouldn't open. As the first guard turned the corner and saw Atreyu, he knew it was time to do things the easy way. Pulling the sword off his back he sliced through the door in one chop.

"Why didn't I do that in the first place?"

He ran through the door and down a smaller hallway, after a brief run he entered a huge room. This was the main hall; the throne was at the foot of the room. The king must have been out, so Atreyu walked over to the throne and sat down.

"I always wanted to do this"

He muttered to himself while waiting for the guards. He was bored and wanted to have some fun, a fight was just that. He held his sword out and took on the guards one by one. None of them had a chance as each one fell to the ground in defeat.

He ran through to the next room and found a trap door. Unhooking the latch he lifted the door and jumped down. This room was gleaming with gold everything, the king's secret stash. This was what he'd been looking for. He ran over to the gold only to hear a loud growl. He turned sheepishly round and looked right into the glaring red eyes of a giant lion.

"Fantastic"

He muttered sarcastically. He knew he'd have to fight it, even though he didn't like fighting animals. He grabbed his sword and charged, but the lion was way to fast. With one giant claw it swiped him aside, smashing him into the hard brick wall and knocking him out. The lion then collected him in it's mouth and presented him to the king. With a cruel decision, the king sentenced him to be fired out of a cannon and into the sea.

BOOM!

He was shot miles from the castle and landed in the cold, unforgiving sea. He struggled to stay afloat, but in the end lost this battle. Waking up a day later on the shore of a small village he summoned all his strength to stand and walk into civilization. Many people ran to avoid him as he dragged himself through the village. Someone however didn't run away, he took him inside to his house and he and his family looked after him for two days. The night he was planning to leave was the night of the attack.

~Back to the present day~

Atreyu cracked a smile that turned into full laughter as the man approached, with one swift movement he grabbed his sword and the battle had begun.
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Not my best, but I guess it'll do

[Craze-0-Matic]

Yay, finally got around to doing the intro. Not as long as the more experienced around us, but I'm happy with it.
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A full moon looms high, giving off little light to all that is shrouded in darkness. Stars twinkle by its side, dotting the entire night sky. Some so distant, their twinkle is barely visible, nothing more than a brief lull in its gleam. The pale glow of the moon reaches from the heavens to the hells that can be found on the earth below. It happens to touch miles of rolling hills in it’s wake, hills covered in knee high grass. The grass itself is of a deep green, reaching forever into the horizon, accompanied by silvery-looking wild flowers, some in groups, others by themselves in the sea of green. A constant breeze waves over these hills, shaking the grass in such a way that it appears as green waves, washing outward and breaking on a shore unseen.

It is through these grasses, on this night, that a figure strolls, garbed completely in black. A mask to cover his face, allowing the world to see only his emerald eyes. A black jacket, accompanied by an equally black undershirt and tie, cover his torso. Black pants and shoes hide the pale skin of his legs and his bare feet from the gaze of any seeking the man. He strolls through the knee high grasses, making no move to conceal the rustling of the brush being moved by him. His left hand rests leisurely in the pocket of his jacket, his right holds the polished black sheath of a secured katana. A leather strap circles his left shoulder, ending in a gun holster, holding a 41-magnum handgun, packing silver hollow-point tip rounds. Six in the chamber already, two quick loaders packed with six each. The holster sways and bobs around off the side of his chest as he moves.

The ninja, known only as B.C. crests a hill and stops, tilting his head back and gazing at the pale full moon above him. A brief gust catches him, rustling the grass around him and his jacket. His black tie flaps lazily in the gust, but settles on his chest, centered, when the gust dies to a slow, constant breeze once more. He appears as a black dot against the endless hills of green in the night, but becomes aware of another who draws near. The grip on his katana sheath tightens slightly, awaiting the other to come into view. Only then will foe or friend be determined.

[Dan]

Morgan awoke. He had been knocked out from a blast of the evil wizard Zenadin's power that was meant to kill him. He looed to his side, his trusty Fire Staff on the ground. He picked it up, examining it for any damage. He then took his Flame Dagger out of his pocket. Only a small scratch on the blade. His red Dragonskin armour was unharmed. Morgan picked up his black cloak and put it on. He then began to wander through the night.

It had been at least 2 hours that he had been walking, looking for his town. The full moon enhanced his Wolfen powers. His acute sense of sight and smell was improved. Morgan picked up a scent. Not a wolfen, but something else. A shadowed figure stood only a several feet infront of him. Morgan clutched his staff, charging it, ready to fight. He grabbed his dagger, enchanted it with fire and walked towards the person.

It's my first RPB, so It's probably not to good.

[Craze-0-Matic]

B.C. stood atop the hill, had watched the figure grow closer, a noted that a red glow began to emanate from something in the others hand.

Crap ignore that previous one....Stupid quick reply....
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B.C. stood atop the hill, had watched the figure grow closer, a noted that a red glow began to emanate from something in the others hand. “Who are you?”, Morgan called out but, silence was his answer. B.C. merely stood, contemplating the outcome of the encounter. ”I’ve made no move to strike, yet this one prepared himself for battle. Does he seek a fight or is he merely a traveler.”, he wondered. Morgan stood in silence, staff and dagger in hand, both now aglow. The figure at the top of the hill began to descend, but in no hurry. For two minutes, the wolfen stood, nervousness coursing through his body. The scent he’d picked up, though not wolfen, smelled of blood. Worse, the smell became stronger as the figure approached. Finally, B.C. stopped about three feet from Morgan, staring at him. “You reek of blood...”, Morgan muttered.

“Do I?”, was the reply he received. The ninja looked at the sleeves of his jacket, checked the inside of it, felt around, even checked his pants, shoes and what he could see of his back. After inspecting as best he could in the poor light, he faced Morgan once more, shrugging his shoulders. “I see no blood.”, he said. “Just because the blood can no longer be seen, does not mean that it’s stench has faded.”, Morgan muttered again, becoming increasingly uneasy. The ninja shrugged a second time, saying, “Then I guess yours will have to cover it up.” B.C. stepped forward, putting a mere two feet between the two. He switched the majority of his weight to his left foot, bringing his right up and connecting with the side of Morgan’s skull. The wolfen stumbled one, two, three feet before regaining his balance. He rubbed his jaw, anger flaring up in his eyes. But a smirk soon crossed his muzzle. The wolfen raised his dagger, and darted forth, using his animal instincts to his advantage. Morgan swiped the glowing blade at the ninja, slicing into the fabric of the left jacket sleeve.

B.C. took a few quick steps back and examined the cut, the blade had managed to break the skin as well. A red line had appeared on the skin in the gap of the fabric, blood swelling from it, ready to run down the length of his arm. The ninja frowned and turned his attention back to the wolfen. “My friend....I think you may end up regretting that.”, he said, a hint of malice in his voice. Clouds began to move in, smothering the moonlight, visibility dwindled as the clouds took the moons place in a forceful manner. The wind too died down, stopping the flowing grasses in the their tracks. Everything was still in the calm before the storm.

[Yayap]

I demand a response to my challenge against Queen of Darkness within three days, or I shall win by default.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

I demand a response to my challenge against Queen of Darkness within three days, or I shall win by default.

Uh, we seriously don't have the power to say that.

But, if the leader of the Illiyad does not come in here with either an explanation, a substitute, or her in here soon, something's got to be done.

[Brant_Flir]

Queen of Darkness? Haven't seen her around lately.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

Queen of Darkness? Haven't seen her around lately.

Just a friendly reminder: we agreed to a 7 day limit before we began the fight. I posted my intro August 3rd, and (over here) it's almost August 8th. Remember you have until Thursday to get your intro up.

[Brant_Flir]

Yup. I'm almost finished. Allthough there is no way i can make it as good as yours.

-Brad

[heather4eva06]

I posted my intro a exactly a week ago, and Shadow Zelda still hasn't posted her first fight. What should I do? I mean, she said she would try with the doctor visits and all.

[Yayap]

I don't want to have to force things, but their leader signed up someone who either has no interest in fighting or even knew they would be fighting. Thats not fair for me, who has to wait around for negotiations for the match.

[Newtype06]

The silence that Zero so enjoyed was shattered by laughter and the sounds of combat. Zero swiftly closed the distance between him and the target, preparing to thrust with his left hand. The strangely-clad character spun about, deflecting the blade with one of his own. A challenge, Zero thought, how interesting. This one is not like the criminals below. This one is different… Zero hacked downwards with his right hand, the target only barely getting out of the way of it’s deadly blade. The two swordsmen backed off. The target began to pace carefully around Zero.

“Atreyu Waye,” Zero said. He had been briefed on the name of his target. It made the hunt and “capture” that much more satisfying. “I am a High Councilor in the Sheikah Service. I am warning you now. I will use deadly force if you provoke me further.”

Atreyu continued pacing an ever-contracting circle around the Sheikah. Zero continued. “You have two simple options: you can surrender, or you can die. I await your response.” He looked up at the criminal, his face silhouetted by the moonlight behind him.

Atreyu charged, slashing through the air. Zero fell straight backwards, dodging the blade and landing in his own shadow. Melting into the darkened ground, Zero disappeared.

“What the-” was all Atreyu could get out. With out warning a voice shouted out from across the rooftops, echoing in the sleeping city.

“You choose to die!” Zero shouted, stepping out from behind a chimney on the roof of the building next door. He broke into a sprint, covering the distance in a heartbeat and flipping across the gap like it was nothing.

Zero crossed his two blades in salute. Might as well go through the motions, he thought.

Atreyu didn’t bother so. He charged quickly, taking the Sheikah by surprise. A few quick jabs, and Zero was already on the defensive, jockeying for position on the roof. The last thing he wanted was to have his back to an edge. The fall was enough to break a leg or two. After a few seconds of intense fighting and close calls on both sides, the two warriors backed off.

“Nice shoes, by the way…” Zero said sarcastically. “I’m sure they offer some tactical advantage.”

Atreyu roared in anger. No one insulted his Illuverse tennis shoes. The master thief charged, eager to end the duel before it became messy and more insults over clothing were thrown. He prepared to unleash a vicious combination with his blade, hacking first at Zero’s leading knee, flipping the blade over and then feinting at his face, before one last slash at his chest.

The first strike landed far too short. Taking a single step backwards, the blade missed Zero completely. Flipping the blade over proved difficult, as usually the force of the impact would assist in killing the momentum. As a result, Atreyu found himself with his blade far to his right.

Zero taught him to never leave an opening again. Lashing out like a snake, his right arm snapped out at Atreyu’s face. The final strike, intended for Zero’s chest, never came. Atreyu scrambled back, his left hand trying to soothe the red-hot sensation on his cheek. He looked at his fingers, surprised to see there was no blood. The Sheikah had used the flat of his blade.

Zero looked over at Atreyu. He wasn’t laughing any more. In fact, he looked downright pissed. The thief charged again, this time thrusting straight forward. Zero parried with his right hand, drawing the blade to his shoulder. His left hand was a bullwhip, cracking out and then sliding back. Atreyu felt a hot sting on his right cheek, and backed off again.

Zero reveled in the look in his opponent’s eyes. He could have taken the top half of Atreyu’s head off. But he felt it much more necessary to teach the boy a deeper lesson.

General Gano had his cannons, true, and they could launch this boy wherever they wished. But the true weapons, the true power employed by Gano were standing on and in this building. The fear the Service could muster was more powerful than any army, more devastating than any cannon.


And he wanted this boy to fear him.

[Aura]

Queen of Darkness? Haven't seen her around lately.

She had a name change. She's TF now. You know? The one that suggested you go to the S.O.B. forum? That's her.

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

No matter her name, will she be joining us anytime soon?

[Aura]

I'll PM her.

By the way, Captain Jack, your sig=scary looking

[Jaguar Love]

Atreyu held both sides of his face to try and stop the stinging pain. The soldier was now the one in control, perhaps Atreyu had underestimated him. Anyway, if he didn't do something soon, Atreyu would end up dead...and the soldier had every authority to kill him. He let go of his face once the stinging had stopped and once more held his sword in front of him. He had a trick up his sleeve that this guy didn't know about. He put his hand on the blade of the sword and soon the blade was being covered in ice. Once finished it looked like a giant icicle, precisely what it was.

Atreyu held the sword by his side then charged towards the soldier. He had a plan, hit him with the sword and don't let him slap you. Atreyu swung the sword, just missing the soldier’s chest. He swung again, but Zero was too quick this time and ducked away from the blade. He went to chop Atreyu's legs, but Atreyu hopped over the blades and then landed back on them, holding them as well as Zero down. He took the chance and gave a swift kick to the face of Zero, startling him more than anything. The soldier now flipped the blades up tossing Atreyu over his head. Now Zero ran at Atreyu, slicing with the sharp blades. Atreyu was quick and dodged them, only narrowly dodging. He was now at the edge of the roof and being pushed back. If he fell he could break something and be unable to fight, therefore at the soldier’s mercy. Although Atreyu didn't think the soldier would have much mercy.

Atreyu waited to the right moment and then he lashed out with his sword. The ice was beginning to melt as well, not good for Atreyu. He began to worry as the soldier continued slashing, not letting up. He threw down his sword and as the soldier slashed at him, he grabbed one of the soldier’s arms. He then jumped and flipped Zero over, if Atreyu had let go, Zero would have fallen off the roof. Atreyu couldn't describe why he didn't let go; just a moment ago they'd been trying to kill each other.

"I could let you go you know?"

Atreyu tried to sound threatening, but he wasn't very good at it.

"Let me go then!"

The soldier's reply echoed threw the quiet town. Atreyu didn't want to let go, but suddenly he felt the weight of Zero had gone. He looked over the roof to see that Zero had gone. He looked at the ground, nothing there. Then he remembered the shadows. Zero had moved threw shadows earlier, he must have used that trick again.

"Okay, now I'm going to kill him!"

Atreyu stood and grabbed his sword, all the ice was gone now and he didn't have enough mana to use that magic again. He found himself wishing he'd learned more spells before he left his old town. Too late now though.

"Over here!"

Atreyu heard the soldier's voice again, this time behind him. He turned to see Zero standing there.

"Let's go!"

Both ran towards each other with their blades shining in the moonlight, it was almost certain that one of them wouldn't leave this quiet village, which one was yet to be decided. The sound of metal smashing together filled the ears of the villagers. It echoed through the town like an explosion. Again and again as Atreyu and Zero fought on the roof of a house. The two warriors battling to the death.

Atreyu was on the back foot now, and in some serious trouble. Zero was overpowering him and soon, Atreyu wouldn't be around anymore. He saw his chance and lashed out with his foot. A swift kick to the place you don't want to get kicked in. A few seconds later Zero realized what had happened and fell to the ground. Atreyu new this break wouldn't last long, but he was ready when the fight began again.


"So I guess these shoes are good for something after all, huh?"

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Again not my best, but again I suppose it'll do

[Angel]

Okay, I'm working on my RPB. My computer froze when I was just about finished so I need to retype it.

Yeah, here it is. Not as good as I made it before but oh well.

“Let me ask you. Are you the one who holds the power of the demon named Kotakia?”

Silvia’s red eyes glowed with anger. Who the hell dares to defy Kotakia?

Ayame.

Ayame? Isn’t that the girl you used to posses?

Indeed. She defied me and sent me from her body, leaving my fate with Mikat.

It was her that sentenced you to death?!

That is true.

Kotakia! Why aren’t you mad?

Bygones be bygones. I wouldn’t have met you if it wasn’t for her.

Still... I’ve been with you to long to deal with this.

Silvia grabbed the dagger in Ayame’s hand and flung it into a rubble pile “I’ll give you to the count of three to take your dagger and leave. One...” Ayame glared at Silvia “Two...” Ayame retrieved her dagger “Three.” Ayame rushed back at Silvia. Silvia back-flipped over her and glared in annoyance.

“You’re in for it now.” Her canines grew long, along with her taste for blood. The hair on her arms and legs turned to yellow fur and her hands and feet turned into paws the size of Ayame’s head. Her Face became furry and her nose and mouth became a snout. Her dress turned into fur and her back stretched out. Her height was about 7 feet at the shoulder and she grew a long Fluffy tail like a house cat‘s. Her length was that of 15 feet and her canines were 6 feet long. Her red eyes were more demonic than before. This was truly The Yellow Demon.

“Now you shall pay for what you did to Kotakia!” Silvia’s voice echoed. Kotakia was just Silvia’s puppet, rushing at Ayame against her will. Silvia thought she had assured victory when Ayame dodged as fast as Silvia could with Kotakia “How do you move such speeds?”

Ayame smiled “I trained myself to move just as fast.” She ran behind Kotakia before she could find her, Ayame stabbed her dagger into Kotakia’s back. “I regained my strength as well.”

Kotakia howled in agony as the dagger stuck. Her tail waving frantically hitting Ayame on both sides and eventually causing Ayame to fall. She quickly regained her footing. Silvia’s voice echoed from Kotakia once more “Now what are you going to do? You don’t have your dagger anymore. At least I have permanent weapons,” She bared her teeth and dug her claws into the ground “That no mortal can posses.” Her immense jaws snapped at Ayame. Ayame grabbed another dagger. She slashed Kotakia’s throat with it. The wound healed immediately.

Kotakia stabbed her fang into Ayame’s arm. It began to gush blood. Kotakia removed her fangs and laughed “I was right to leave you. You’ve grown much weaker.” Ayame pulled the tooth out of her arm. “Now who’s the weak one?” Kotakia stepped backwards, baring her teeth. She was ready to fight or die trying.

[Torturous Flame]

Sorry people....what did I miss.....

You know...you go on vaca..you lose track.....I wont be back in wack till school starts up again....

Yeah adn ok...I've caught up..I accept the challenge...

At least I think....were'd the edit button go?

[Captain Jack Sparrow]

I'll PM her.

By the way, Captain Jack, your sig=scary looking

Why thank you. Ever seen House of 1000 Corpses or The Devil's Rejects?

[Yayap]

Alright then, my empty threat worked. How long should we do this thing?

[Torturous Flame]

I dont really care.....you could start.

[Yayap]

Alright, I'm working on my intro then... How does 1-2-1 sound?

[Brant_Flir]

OOC: Here you go, Cap'n Sparrow. Not as good as yours, but it'll do.


Cold.

No, freezing.

Frigid?

The cold made it hard to think as Jace climbed up the hill of the god-forsaken island that he had somehow landed himself on. The clouds bellowed a challenge down from their endless grey depths. It will rain soon… Jace thought as he struggled up the large hill on which he had decided was probably the tallest spot on the hellish prison, which he had found himself stranded on. A prison with no guards…

Reaching the top he stood tall and surveyed the island from his perch, like a king looking out over his kingdom. Jace was not a small man. At 6’ 2” and 250 pounds of muscle he was a force to be reckoned with. He has a spiky mop of blue hair and strange black lightning bolts tattooed across his eyes. Not to mention the scar going across his face…

As he remembered that battle he gripped his sword, the legendary cursed sword. The Flir. He had taken it from the man who had given him this scar. Unconsciously he touched his face and then shaking the thoughts from his mind he focused on the land around him. No life to be seen. No food. With a booted foot he kicked a rock, which tumbled down the hill and into the sea. Planks of wood floated there. And other flotsam. A dead body!

Immediately he began to scan the area and then he saw him. Walking along the sand with a drawn cutlass in his hand and dressed in what Jace would consider to be rags…

A pirate.

Hatred filled the warrior as he remembered what they had done years ago. He thought of her, and that merely doubled his resolve to kill this man. He quickly drew his cursed katana, the Flir, out of its damp sheath, and brandished it down at the man, who had now noticed him.

With a roar it came down. Covering everything. Touching everything.

It began to rain.

Grunting in anger, Jace dodged left as the first lead ball flew by his head, grazing his blue hair as it passed a fell to the ground a few yards off. In seconds he had made it down the hill. The pirate quickly slid the half-loaded pistol into his belt and drew his sword. The two shining blades met each other in a loud clang. Jace, who had parried with the flat side of the blade so as to not ruin the sharp edge, ducked left, kicking an armored boot outward towards the pirate.

But the pirate saw the move coming, and quickly maneuvered out of its way, while slashing his sword down on an unarmored part of his leg. When the outlaw withdrew his sword, it dripped red with fresh blood, but Jace didn’t cry out in pain, but maneuvered and put his blade as the ready.

“You pirates disgust me!” Jace cursed, and then reached into his belt and pulled out his silver dagger and thrust it up into a tall palm, rising high above their heads towards the heavens above. It buried itself in the top with a soft pop, and then Jace slashed outward with his blade, a move which the superior skilled pirate anticipated and blocked while kicking a boot out at Jace, just as a coconut, cut by Jace’s dagger, fell from the tree and smacked his head, knocking the pirate’s hat off, and dropping him to the ground.

As Jace picked himself up from the kick, he found himself looking right down the barrel of a loaded pistol. The pirate smiled as blood trickled from a head wound, and his finger began to tighten. Jace slid sideways in the sand and raced for his sword which had fallen from his hands when he had taken the kick from the pirate…

[Newtype06]

Atreyu, you called down the thunder. NT attack post 2, coming right up.

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Zero sat there, grasping at his aching loins. The pain was intense, but not the worst he had felt before. Pitching back and forth, Zero forced himself to groan and breathe deeply. His right hand dropped his sword, bracing himself against the cold ground. Atreyu stood over the Sheikah, sword at the ready. “That’s not funny…” Zero said coldly.

Zero smiled under his mask, and nonchalantly snapped his fingers. “You have…no chance… you know?” Zero panted artificially between each phrasing. Atreyu looked down at the helpless police officer and laughed.

“That’s really funny, buddy,” he said, failing to notice the spectacle behind him.

When Zero snapped his fingers, something odd began to happen to Atreyu’s shadow. At first, it seemed like it grew longer. A keen eyed onlooker would notice that it had in fact detached itself from Atreyu. A few seconds later, when Atreyu was getting his laugh from Zero’s audacity, the shadowy form stood up and soundlessly walked behind Atreyu.

“Surrender…now…” Zero gasped.

“Buddy, you don’t know when to quit,” Atreyu remarked, still laughing. He failed to notice his doppelganger stoop down behind him, and untie his shoes.

“You pathetic little whelp,” Zero said firmly, the groaning and gasping gone. “You are nothing to me. You are a stain on my garments. You are a bug under my boot. Only a fool would provoke me, and only a madman would laugh at me.”

“Tough talk for someone about to die,” Atreyu said, his sword raised. “Say goodnight, bud.”

He stepped forward, ready to cut Zero in two. At least, that’s what would have happened. As Atreyu moved forward, he felt a tug at his feet. Looking down far too late, the thief noticed his shoes had been tied together. Unable to stop himself, Atreyu fell forward. He barely had the time to look back up at Zero.

The Sheikah stood up, using the same motion to drive his empty right hand straight into Atreyu’s face. Bones snapped, blood flew, and Atreyu groaned in agony. He hit the ground with a dull thud, his nose bleeding everywhere.

Atreyu shook the stars from his eyes, and looked back up at Zero. Gone was the façade of pain and humiliation. He saw not one dark figure, but two. The second picked up Zero’s sword and handed it back to its master. Then, it simply disappeared.

“What the hell was that?” Atreyu yelled, cupping his nose to keep the blood from ruining his outfit. “Who are you?!”

The world seemed to grow darker, as if the shadows themselves were coming to watch. Zero’s eyes, mere slits until now, opened to show a pair of red, malice-filled irises. Dozens of shadowy doppelgangers appeared from the shadows, kneeling before Zero.

“I am Zero! I am the Watcher of the Night! I am Death Incarnate! I will kill you without pity, without mercy, without remorse! Make your peace with whatever gods you worship, for none who cross me escape my blades!!”

As one, the dozens of doppelgangers turned, and faced Atreyu. Like Zero, all of them wielded a pair of makhaira, and all bore red eyes. Zero stepped in amongst their number, and together, they all charged.

Atreyu slashed indiscriminately through the charging mass, striking his foes but hitting nothing. His sword passed through their incorporeal bodies as easily as it would pass through a pillar of smoke. They fought back pathetically, but the false blades of the shadow warriors left no mark on Atreyu.

However, one of the “doppelgangers” struck true, slashing his right ear into ribbons. The young thief fought to maintain his stance, screaming in agony. Several more doppelgangers passed by harmlessly, their wispy blades passing through his body with no effect.

Finally, the shadow warriors disappeared, leaving only Zero and Atreyu. The thief charged, swinging his blade fiercely. Zero found it difficult to keep up at times. A swing to the face, a quick jab for the gut, Atreyu employed an endless chain of ferocious strikes. One blow, a high feint that actually targeted Zero’s legs, made it through the Sheikah’s defenses, cutting a thin crimson line across his thigh. Zero glared at the wound, smiling sadistically.

“Perfect!” Zero shouted gleefully. “I haven’t had a fight like this in ages! I truly recognize you as a first-rate opponent!”

Atreyu smiled and continued the assault. He was gaining ground, and he knew it. Zero was backing up considerably, and the edge of the roof was closing in fast.

“Let’s have some fun with this fight!” Zero shouted, parrying a sword thrust and answering with one of his own. “There’s no need to waste such a fine night on a short duel!”

Atreyu nodded microscopically. As dangerous as the situation was, he could feel the strange joy the battle brings. Even though they were trying to kill each other, Atreyu was enjoying himself on some basic, primal level. Even now, he was enjoying the thought that he might survive this encounter.

At that moment, Zero switched gears.

The Sheikah stopped dead in his tracks, receiving the brunt of the onslaught like a cliff face receives the surf. One more nick surfaced, a thin scratch along Zero’s right shoulder. Atreyu was trying to figure out what Zero was trying to accomplish when it hit him. Literally.

Another fierce smack lit up Atreyu’s face. This time, he saw blood drip onto the ground.

“Don’t think I would have let you get away with that opening!” Zero laughed as he thrusted both his blades towards Atreyu. “In fact, it warranted a true strike, and not one of my normal corrections.” Atreyu wiped the cut clean, tracing the red line from the base of his left ear to his still-bleeding nose. Not a very attractive scar. The more Atreyu thought about it, the more he realized that his face was a mess.

“Excellent,” Zero laughed, back flipping off the rooftop.

“Damn, not the teleporting again…” Atreyu muttered. He put his head on a swivel, ready for any attack from any direction.

The attack came, not unexpectedly, from the shadows. Zero charged from across another rooftop, clearing the alleyway in one quick jump. He raced up to Atreyu, makhaira whirling. The thief parried the blades, answering with a deadly combination. Again, his attention was solely on Zero, and not on his own shadow, which began to smoke suspiciously.

Atreyu landed a crippling blow on Zero, sending the Sheikah to his knees. Zero looked up at his executioner, watching the blade scythe down towards his face. Atreyu cut clean through Zero’s head.

The doppelganger disappeared.

Zero tapped Atreyu on the shoulder. The first Zero was a decoy, a shadow copy used to distract him while the true Zero came from behind. Atreyu turned around quickly, only to feel strong hands grasp his shoulders.

There are some things that a person can prepare themselves for. A soldier can hone his technique. A cook can practice a recipe. Atreyu, however, could not practice receiving a knee in the genitals. In fact, no one can. Zero thrusted his knee forward, crushing Atreyu’s gonads with a force powerful enough to send a lesser man into a state of unconsciousness.

Atreyu simply grasped his manhood, let out a bloodcurdling scream, and proceeded to vomit all over himself. Blinking the tears from his eyes, Atreyu looked up at his attacker, only then hearing Zero’s uncontrollable laughter.

“Now that is funny!”

[heather4eva06]

“I’d say the weak one is your teeth. It seems your "weapons" are very permanent at all.” Ayame ignored the blood oozing out of her wounded arm, and held the demon's tooth firmly in her hand.

She threw the tooth at Kotakia. It cut straight into one of her front legs. Kotakia let out a roar of pain.

“Not so fun being bitten in the arm is it?”

Ayame reached under her cloak and unsheathed her chisa-katana. Kotakia’s eyes widened in surprise.

"Don't have any more weapons you say?"

“You have a sword as well? You have been training hard Ayame. Nonetheless, it won’t stop my jaws from ripping your throat out!”

Kotakia jumped at Ayame, trying to pin her to the ground. Ayame rolled under the demon as its paws landed on the ground. She plunged her sword upwards into the demon’s stomach. Blood spilled out over Ayame, as the monster cried out in agony. Ayame jumped out from underneath the monster, shaking filthy demon blood off of her. Kotakia turned to Ayame and glared at her, growling in anger, but Kotakia beheld a sight she had never seen before. Ayame looked at Kotakia from over her shoulder. An eerie, more disturbing smile lay across Ayame’s face. Blood dripped from her bangs onto her shoulders, and trickled down her forehead and across her nose. Ayame didn't seem to mind at all. A burning building collapsed behind her and Ayame’s smile widened and her eyes sparkled with happiness.

“What have you become Ayame?” Kotakia hissed, feeling the blood gushing out of her stomach. Doubtful thoughts raced in Kotakia’s head. The demon could not help but have some worries about the outcome of this battle.

“Only what you have made me to be..."

A dagger flew through the eye. Kotakia dodged it, but it scraped across her cheek. More daggers flew and Kotakia rolled and jumped around trying to escape them. The daggers flew fast, and they scraped her body, but only one managed to hit her in the shoulder blade. Kotakia struggled to keep standing. Every move she made stung from the various cuts that lined her body.

Kotakia looked up. “You’ll pay for that!”

But Ayame had disappeared. Kotakia listened to the sounds around her. Where could she have gone? Her eyes widened and she quickly turned her head to look up in a nearby tree. Silhouetted against the moonlight stood Ayame on one of its branches. Her cloak and hair swayed in the breeze.

"Damn, she is fast..." thought Kotakia. "Are you trying to hide up there Ayame? Too scared to fight me?"

The shadows did not give Kotakia the pleasure of looking into Ayame’s eyes, but Kotakia could see that the disturbing smile had disappeared from Ayame’s face.

"Hide? In a tree? You're a demon, surely you are able to climb up here and get me."

Kotakia ran towards the tree, and jumped up to eye level with Ayame. With a menacing growl, she drew her paw back, extending her claws. "Prepare to die Ayame!"

Suddenly, the gleam of a dagger in the moonlight caught Kotakia's eye. Ayame quickly cut across Kotakia’s face, hitting one of her eyes. Kotakia's paw cut across Ayame. Kotakia fell back out of the tree. The force of the Kotakia's blow knocked Ayame out of the tree as well. Ayame watched the moon get farther and farther away from her as blood fell like raindrops around her. She reached out and grabbed onto a branch to break her fall. She hung there by one arm, and raised her head to see Kotakia shaking her head and crying out in pain.

Ayame let go of the branch, and landed on both feet on the ground. She kneeled down to catch her breath. She ripped a piece of her cloak and wrapped it around the wound in her arm. She looked under her cloak to see three slash marks across her left side. She would have to be careful not to receive any more wounds like that.

[Meathos]

Waiting for your post, FH... You said Tuesday, it's... After Tuesday.

[Craze-0-Matic]

As am I...Except it's for Danny. You got anything comeing along or what? I'm more curious than impatient at this point.

[Dan]

Sorry, I've had a fair bit of homework over the last few nights.

Morgan growled at his opponent. "You are silent, but it will be your downfall. Resisting my attacks to look tough will only make me feel that much better when I destroy you".

Morgan moved back a few steps. He placed his arms out in the shape of a cross, then threw them forward yelling "Ring of fire!". A ring of flames enclosed the silent figure. Morgan braced himself for the next attack.

[Torturous Flame]

Yeah that sounds fine.

[Meathos]

Right, Torturous, we all know who that was directed at...[/sarcasm]


But, yes. FH, I'm still waiting on you, damnit. It's what, Friday? You said Tuesday.

Let's go.

[Yayap]

Well, Meathos, I know it was directed at me, and I also know I'll probably have an elaborate post so immersive, you'd swear you wear looking at a picture... Or something.

Also, why not enact that "if you can't keep this thing going, last poster wins" rule? I know that got my opponent to show up...

[Meathos]

We never agreed on a timeframe.


But, if it gets too crazy, I'll have to threaten some sh!t.

[Craze-0-Matic]

"You are silent, but it will be your downfall. Resisting my attacks to look tough will only make me feel that much better when I destroy you"., growled the wolfen, over confidence filling his chest. “Oh my friend . . . Silence is a downfall to no one, it’s quite a useful tool in fact...” thought the ninja. Suddenly though, he found himself in the center of searing heat. A full three-hundred-sixty degree circle of glowing flames surrounded him, and they were closing in fast. “A decent trick, but no substitute for physical force.”, B.C. grinned to himself. Despite the ease of the fight thus far, he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself.

The wolfen known as Morgan grinned as he watched the flames close in on his enemy. For all his flashy moves, the ninja seemed nothing more than an illusionist, how easily he would fall to the fires. His muscles relaxed somewhat, sure that his opponent would be incapacitated, if not dead. To him, the battle seemed to have ended before it had ever truly begun. The smirk on his muzzle faded though, as the ninja dashed forth from the perimeter of the fiery circle. The ninja, it seemed, had simply dashed forth, braving the wall of fire, and made it through successfully. Wisps of smoke rose from the ninja’s black suit as fibers had been seared by the flames on his way through. B.C. could feel mild burns on his hands, nothing that could hinder his movements though.

The ninja stood, staring at Morgan and making direct eye contact. Morgan’s smirk had long since faded, and had been replaced by a frown, his muscles had tensed again, more than previously. “You do not know when to quit ninja, perhaps I’ll have to show you...” Morgan spoke with a somewh