Wrath of the crimson star *random*

ooc: Okay I don't have time to post a big fat intro, so once I get an opponent I'll just edit this post, and then you can edit your previous post, oaky? And I'd like someone who's an expierenced fighter, and can make decently long, very desriptive posts. Thank you ^_^

I would like to pick up the challenge, but if you think our last fight was too recent for us to have another one just now, then I perfectly understand if you wanna find another challenger

Okay it's Thursday night, and no one else has posted anything........soooooo I guess you're my opponent!!! ^_^

I'll let you have the intro

OoC: I saw what you wrote in that other battle, about people not replying, I'm sorry

IC: Gatruk stood at the top of the cliff, scanning the horizon, he could feel the wind in his face. A considerable amount of dark clouds were gathering, only but a few miles away. Gatruk bit his lip, those clouds certainly was no good sign. He leaned against a big rock, wondering if they could be natural, or conjured by some mystical power. Either way they would be near him soon. He looked down, the water was licking the rocks below him, 30 feet down. He decided to walk down the cliff again.

When he had walked for a while he saw a dark silhouette standing at the bottom of the cliff.
"Didn't expect to see anyone out here," Gatruk said, "who are you?"

OoC: Rather short intro, but I guess it'll do for an intro

ooc: Alright bud, I'm fightin' you with Vaarshola!!

ic: The night, Vaarshola's favorite time of the day. The gentle, cool breeze blowing against him, swaying his white hair to the side and rustling the leaves as it blew by. The cool, nice air of the night, feeling so good on his body. Stars twinkling and shining in the ket black sky, giving light on this dark night. A blue moon shining even more, the sun of midnight. Its light blue color, illuminating some of the land with its lunar light. The night went on, and Vaarshola did nothing but stand in the tree that loomed over a shallow pond.

Most people in the land were asleep, and nearly every animal in the land was slumbering, but it seemed like sleep was something that Vaarshola never took part in, and never would. He looked down into the water, and could see the reflection of the moon in it, the stars, the rest of the midnight sky, even himself. Another soft breeze blew by, rippling the surface of the pond a bit. Vaarshola could then hear almost silent footsetps getting closer to the other edge of the pond, and he looked out to it. The figure strode slowly over to the pond, and Vaarshola grinned sinisterly.

"Didn't expect to see anyone out here," the figure said, "who are you?"

"I am Vaarshola......who might you be my friend?" he inquired back.

OoC: Last time was a draw, let's see this time

”The name is Gatruk,” Gatruk said. He walked closer to the figure. Before him stood a tall man, with white robes and a black breast plate. Gatruk was very small compared to the man he stood before. He stood for a moment looking at Vaarshola.
“What brings you here?” he asked, with his rough voice and Scottish accent.
“Just enjoying nature, I love walking in the night,” Vaarshola replied.
Gatruk scratched his beard and suddenly felt an urge to look at the sky. The stars were gleaming and shining, beautifully. It was a full moon; it always made Gatruk think of werewolves and other dark creatures. The moon had always been a mystery to him, it often resembled evil, but he loved to walk at night when the moon was full and he felt like the moon was a friend of his, and could never have anything to do with evil and darkness.
The dark clouds were still getting closer, Gatruk was looking worried.
“Are you there?” Vaarshola asked grinning.
“Sorry, drifted into my own thoughts,” he replied.
“I’d like to challenge you to a battle,” Vaarshola said, “I can see that you’re a warrior, no non-warrior will carry around an great axe like that.”
“Challenge accepted, I haven’t battled anyone in a long time” Gatruk replied, still scratching his beard. He then came back to earth and readied himself. He was grasping the axe tightly, the beautiful carvings on the blade shun brightly in the moonlight. Vaarshola drew his sword and got ready for the battle. He clearly had a little advantage; Gatruk had no armour at all.
Gatruk suddenly lunged forward to attack Vaarshola, he swung his axe……

ooc: Ohh yeah lets get it on!!!

ic: Vaarshola watched motionless as the huge, deadly sharp axe head came soaring at him. He could see the tip of the blades cut right through the air, getting closer and closer to himself. He had faced down this situation numerous times before in his reign of terror. Many times had a foolish warrior arrogant and ignorrant enough sent a swing of swipe of his weapon against the defensless, helpless, still Vaarshola. Every time though, he managed to evade the shot, and land a blow in on his opponent. This time was no different....

With the swiftness and speed of a falcon, Vaarshola ducked underneath as the axe flew by. A strong breeze passed over him, swaying his white hair to the side. He jumped up, and sent a vertical slash at Gatrukw ith Sylence, his dedaly curved blade. The man was lucky enough to parry it with his battle axe thgough, and a flash of sparks was created They became lcoked in a grapple, Gatruk with his large axe, and Vaarshola with his thinner, large curved blade Sylence. Gatruk gritted his teeth and glared at the mystical killer as he tried to overpower him. He came to no avial, but had a different plan.

In a flash, he sent the butt of his axe handle slamming square into Vaarshola's side, and smirked. The tip dug straight in, and he could feel it pressing against the mystical killer's ribs. He looked at Vaarshola's face, and froze when he saw a grin and wicked glee in his deep blue eyes. Suddenly Vaarshola kicked Gatruck in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him and making him hang over clutching his chest. With one keap, he then kicked him in the face, and sent him flying into a nearby tree. Gatruk struck it hard, and scaremed out in pain upon the impact. After less than a minute of the fight, his stomach, face and back all throbbed in agony. He groaned, and looked over to Vaarshola to see him smiling devilishly.