Posted 10 October 2007 - 01:53 PM
Such speed, however, was futile. The swing was far too wide to strike him properly, and required only a quick sidestep to avoid. Perhaps it wasn't even worth the energy to take on any form...
A dagger that was concealed within the sleeve of his robe dropped into his gloved hand. He took a few steps back and looked to his opponent. With the same monotonous voice, he said, "I'm still waiting."
Posted 10 October 2007 - 02:19 PM
As the fireball left his lungs, Marcus feet hit the ground, and he released another blast of chi into his feat and ran at a curvature to the fireball. Allowing him to end up in a split second to be running up behind his opponent. At the last second he jumped into a flying roundhouse kick aimed at the back of the man?s head.
[ 50% Chi charge used.] ((Just a note for me, and no it doesn?t mean his energies are down by 50% at all.))
Posted 10 October 2007 - 04:41 PM
His shadow form, Venefictus Raah, would work nicely. It was, after all, his original form. It was what he truly was, before he had turned his body into the empty shell that it now was. It was always the most comfortable, and always the most powerful.
He ducked under the fireball shooting towards him, simultaneously slamming his palm into the ground. A small amount of the easily-manipulated shadow energy shot through the ground around him, forming a magic circle with a diameter of about three feet. As soon as it formed, just as the fireball passed over his head and his opponent made his way behind him, his body vanished into a cloud of shadow. The kick passed through nothing but dark energy.
Venefictus, for that was his true name, now stood in a room with eleven suits of armor around him. each suit contained the power crafted by him and bonded with that armor. To take on a particular form, he need only put it on within that timeless room.
His gaze fell upon a suit of the blackest ebony, lined in gold. Several small spikes of gold were on the body and legs of the armor, with two foot long blade-like attachments to the knees and elbows. The helm resembled the skull of a bull, the only difference being that it too was black with horns of gold.
He shed his crimson robes, revealing a faceless humanoid figure with a body of grey.
It had muscles and form, but lacked hair, eyes, a nose, a mouth, and genitalia. Anything potentially identifying about the frame was gone... It was truly nothing. This man had no need for a name anymore, for he was only truly alive when he took on another form. But that meant nothing to him. As long as he could fight and gain more power, he was satisfied.
He donned the armor quickly, and proceeded to create another magical portal. This one teleported him directly behind where his foe had stood when he first vanished, and almost no time at all had passed in the real world. As soon as he appeared, he drew the ebony blade fastened to his waste and threw a diagonal slash at the back of his opponent.
Posted 10 October 2007 - 10:45 PM
Marcus only never really caught wind to the fact that the stupid guy who was really starting to irritate him had disappeared until he reappeared behind him from nowhere. Marcus grinned ear to ear as the man quickly drew a sword out of his sheath and swung at his back. Marcus? balance was already off, but he did have the momentum to switch his facing in an instant, but still not quick enough to avoid the strike completely. Which was a bit of a -
?Yet avoiding it isn?t what I should do at all!? Marcus?s brain chirped in at that moment. He could use that move of this annoying guy to his advantage. As the slice cut towards him Marcus reached out with his left hand and grabbed the blade directly as it sliced into his shoulder. It felt a little funny, but other wise due to his extreme inebriation Marcus felt nothing at all as the blade cut deep into both his hands and shoulders flesh. But because of this the blade was locked into place completely. Marcus at this point managed to slur out a few short words
?Talk thith Mr. Stuhid Annohen Gah!?
Marcus then inhaled deeply again, focused his chi, raised his hand to his mouth and shot another blue fireball point blank into his enemies face. Then pushed himself off his opponents armor and jumped back about seven feet or so, and slid back another three putting some distance between him and the guy. (Auto-hit sorta, it does no damage just used to space us again, if it?s huge I can change it.)
As Marcus slid to a stop, he began to squat down again, and look towards?? What was it again? He couldn?t quite remember what he was doing again. He closed his eyes to think?
He felt very relaxed suddenly? he felt sorta sleepy too.
He fell asleep.
((Like rock lee eh? couldn't resist it!))
Posted 12 October 2007 - 09:36 AM
Venefictus saw what his opponent planned to do as soon as he had decided not to avoid the attack. Unfortunately, there wasn't a lot that could be done about it in the short amount of time that he had. He hadn't prepared his evasive techniques yet, so had no choice but to take this attack...
the fireball exploded in his face, burning the substitute for flesh beneath his helm with its intense heat. The pain was intense, however he didn't let it stall him for much longer than it took for him to stumble back a bit after being pushed by his opponent, and he had regained his footing.
He took a defensive stance preparing for the followup attack, however...
His opponent appeared unconscious, however. How insulting! The shadow energy within him began to grow as a result of his rage, and he wanted nothing more than to lash out at the fool and destroy him in one swipe... HOwever that would be reckless. HE needed to gather more information. He would wait for him to awaken for awhile longer, and prepare a slash of shadow energy for when he did...
Posted 12 October 2007 - 01:14 PM
Then it all began; a sonic dissertation that came deep from the nostrils and upper areas of Marcus? mouth. A powerfully psychological attack used by ones neighbor in a room during the most long nights. The reverb?s reckoning of destroying the very peace and quite of a night.
Marcus began to snore.
Posted 13 October 2007 - 01:26 PM
((sorry, I'm not really sure what to do in this situation... x_x))
Posted 14 October 2007 - 08:16 PM
((Just charge in to get things started again, even if their IS a trap. I can't really be complexed at all... he's too slammed!))
Posted 18 October 2007 - 10:13 PM
Posted 19 October 2007 - 01:58 PM
As Venefictus ran up a struck down with a powerful strike aimed at Marcus body, Marcus? hands sprang up slapped the blade immobile between them and stopped it cold. Marcus opened his eyes slowly, his eyes bloodshot with the rage of intoxication. He spoke, his words as slurred as usual ?Sthop makin? so much nosh! I?m tryin to slllleeep!?
He threw the blade off to his right hand side and sprung up to his feet, then an instant later he brought his hand back aimed at a hook for his opponents face.
Posted 25 October 2007 - 09:14 AM
The strike was foreseen the very moment his body began to rise from the arena floor, and Venefictus, by his very nature, was one to use his opponents actions against them. It was a perfect opportunity. Following the forced momentum of the heavy claymore to the right, he ducked under the strike thrown at him, and instantly shot right shoulder, which was sporting a medium sized spike, towards his opponents exposed torso...
Posted 25 October 2007 - 12:01 PM
He slumped down at the other end of the arena, covering the hole in which the spike had pieced throw his clothes to the unprotected layer underneath. Marcus twitched as he lifted up the shirt to inspect the damage. However despite the obvious hit on him, Marcus began to stand up and look directly at his foe the whole in his t-shirt? was remarkably still white? like he wasn?t bleeding, and his skin underneath a strange black color. Marcus began to lift up his shirt.
Underneath was a set of weights that had been crunched and bent by the force of the spike.
Marcus glared at his opponent; this idiot had just woken him up and broken some of his body weights! What a jerk, it wasn?t like he had any reason to that! Marcus had never even seen this fool before! The rage began to swell within his mind; he wanted to teach this jerk a lesson about being nice. Marcus quickly pulled off his shirt and picked off the set of weights on his body, next he reached down to the bottom of his jeans and pulled up the bottoms to reveal another set of weights that were on his ankles. He pulled these off too.
Without a second of hesitation Marcus throw the weights over his shoulder, the hit the ground with a terrifying thud kicking up all sorts of derbies and dust. When it cleared there were three sizable craters where each of the weights had hit. Marcus stumbled for a second but recovered easily, seeing how much lighter he now was? About two tons so.
Marcus then released the charka out from under his feet and took off at his opponent - he was right in front of him in a split second, diving at his mid second in a tackle.
Posted 29 October 2007 - 04:14 PM
Seeing the sudden movement and the spike of energy, he acted as quickly as he could. Just before the drunkard managed to strike him, Venefictus was gone. What took his place was nothing but the air that he had swapped places with via a shadow transfer.
Before even taking time to see what had happened, as he doubted the man could turn around quickly enough to stop the two second endeavor he was about to perform, he stabbed his blade into the ground and created a vast magical circle, nearly half the size of the arena pit, out of shadow energy. As he did so, pillars of black flame shot up around six points along edge of the circle and in the fourteen smaller circles within the large one.
THe pillars vanished as suddenly as they had come, leaving only small black fireballs about three feet from the ground. Now the fight would become interesting...
Posted 30 October 2007 - 10:45 AM
?Wait, wasn?t this that time?? he thought as his brain realized he had been fighting the same guy all along? What a jerk! Attack him randomly then wake him up, now run away from the fight.
Marcus? thoughts were cut short by something hot by his side, he had only just cleared the location of where his foe had been standing when a pillar of fire shot up just to his left. The heat burned the edges of his shirt leaving black holes where cloth should have been. Marcus attempted to recover by rolling to his feet out of the dive.
He succeeded at this, but it was rather sloppily done because of the lack of control from his unhindered speed. He did however manage to slide to a stop and manage to catch a glimpse of several black fuzzy things floating in the area immediately around him. Marcus thought for a second, the fuzzy black things sort of reminded him of fire balls. The types he had seen demonic entities use in the past. He didn?t like where this was going.
Posted 30 October 2007 - 02:13 PM
Rather than strike, he taunted, "So... Can your speed match my abilities?" He vanished again, repeating the process of swapping positions with one of the fireballs, this time appearing in front of his foe.
"By its very definition, shadow is evasion. I find it peculiar," he said as he moved back to his original position in the center of it the circle of flames, "that I chose this particular form rather than any of the others at my arsenal, considering that against anyone else the usefulness of this ability would be entirely lost... Regardless, the time for words has long passed. Show me your power... I'd like to see just how it works..."
His eyes suddenly flared with a greenish light, and his vision was only that of the energy of his opponent. The goal of this was, simply, to study the energy concentrations of his foe. The true purpose of doing this was to create an armour capable of the drunkard's super speed. He had no intention of wasting a single second in battle. Every move he made had a distinct purpose... To kill his enemy without pushing him to his absolute maximum would have been a waste of time.
Accordingly, he rose his blade above his head once more, creating a wave of the purest black with its downward swing...
Posted 30 October 2007 - 02:58 PM
Posted 30 October 2007 - 05:52 PM
He had overlooked the fact that stated, ?Whoever said Marcus would stay on the ground??
Marcus jumped back to dodge the downward energy slash moved at full tilt to the left for a second to put a brief distance of about 5 meters between him and his foe. He would prefer to put more distance, but with his opponents teleportation that was now useless.
Now he needed to prepare for that one crucial strike. Reaching into the back pocket of his jeans, Marcus pulled out two things, a small bottle of rum, and what appeared to be a summoning scroll of some sort. He opened the scroll in one clean action, whipped it out around himself with his right hand, and pulled the unravelled forum around his wrists in one clean action. The scroll itself was covered in strange runes that began to glow a pale purple colour. Now gripping the rum bottle between his hand, Marcus released his body?s auras into the bottle through the scroll.
Marcus had never had any talent for controlling water, air or light auras; he was a strict fire and physical type most of the time. However several techniques he new required great amounts of both water and air to successfully pull off. The scroll was a converter for those energies, stripping off the raw fire aura and replacing it with nothing but water and whatever he needed at the time.
The bottle began to glow a pale blue colour almost instantly and a few fractions of a second later shot up to a luminescent white, the bottle glowed with a fury of auras and powers. The ground began to shake violently around Marcus as he shoved the last bits of aura he could pull up into the bottle. He then quickly twitched his hand into a hand sign, the bottle placed in a grip between the palms of his hands. It then changed colour again to a bright blue. With this Marcus shouted out, his voice un-slurred by the volume his voice thundered out at ?Dynasty of blindness!? as he did that, he slammed the bottle into the ground with all his might.
As the glass struck the earth, it vanished, and the scroll around his wrists rapidly curled up as by another force completely uncontrolled by him and shot up into the air. Also, as this happened, a strange blue rune circle that had been on the scroll briefly appeared on the ground, then vanished. As it did, from the area where the bottle had been, an exploding cloud of smoke billowed forward and quickly shot out blanketing the area with a thick fog.
A second after this happened Marcus grabbed the scroll out of the air, reached forward and grabbed another out of his front pocket of his shirt. He began to run at a average speed to his left as he did this, knowing that the smoke screen might briefly stun his opponent, but would likely not fool him for long.
Marcus couldn?t run full tilt at this second, because in his state of inebriation, doing so would be impossible while performing the actions needed to work the scroll.
((The smoke screen has a mildly magical aura to it, it can blind aura seers of low level, but not of a high level, such as Hakishi?s and I?m guessing your characters. But I could be wrong so I told you just in case. Either way, it should startle him for a second.))
Posted 28 November 2007 - 10:11 AM
A bright flash briefly consumed the arena as a magical mist exploded outward from a central point. Clearly, however, this was from a source foreign to his opponent. Venefictus could sense that he was beginning to become desperate. The foe was not confident that he could successfully beat him with his own abilities, so was using foreign magical items...
The thrill of the hunt had always been the feeling Venefictus most treasured in the heat of battle. Realizing that your opponent was doing all he could to prevent himself from dying - Knowing that his last, most desperate maneuver was on hand... It was preparing for this maneuver that was so invigorating. The hunt was on, and his prey was getting desperate.
As soon as the initial flash subsided, he located his opponent again; This time, he was running at a normal pace. Laughing to himself a bit, he once again teleported directly in front of his opponent, already in the midst of a belligerent forward slash. Whatever he was planning, Venefictus had no intention of letting the drunkard succeed.
Posted 28 November 2007 - 04:59 PM
The strike came much to fast for Marcus to respond with anything at all much other then twitch and take the slash to his chest. The blood arched out from the wound in a spread that flung itself from his body. The rest of Marcus, though severally hurt, didn?t feel barely a thing as he was knocked backwards and slid along the ground from the force of the blow. Catching himself in the same manner he had at the start of the fight, Marcus flipped and landed back on his feet. As he did this he opened the second scroll and began to focus his chi into the arm that held it.
He just needed a few more seconds till he really get things moving.
Posted 29 November 2007 - 10:14 AM
Venefictus felt the blade tear through the drunkard's skin, and was surprisingly more satisfied with the non-fatal hit than he would have been with a clean cut. The chase was on now, and it wouldn't be long before one of them was backed into a corner. Lunging forward once more, he brought his sword upward at a steep angle with an intense blood lust and a trail of pure shadow energy. Even if the initial attack missed, the crescent wave that would follow would be enough to stop the oncoming assault from the mysterious scroll.
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