Blazing Steel, Bloody Crimson (New one, other got interrupted)

Alright, starting off from the other one, Final_Guardian.




I have edited Maruki, though not fully, I still have to edit his magic, but I'm out of time.

Name: Seryth Narovoy
Age: 27
Race: half elf
Sex: male
Hair: spiked light brown with highlights
Eyes: blue (fire red when in battle)
Weight: 198
Height: 6'1

Weapon: Two blades: Yasamna, his chief blade, and Shokora: his short blade.
Armor: Red enchanted breastplate

Strengths: agility, endurance, magic, countering and swordsmanship

Weakness: Strength, summoning, tactics, and weaponry

Skills/Magic:


Personality: Funny and good humored. Easy to get along with. Serious when appropriate.

History:
Maruki is a warrior who was abandoned from his village when he was young, from a great fire. He is now not sure where he should go, yet he believes that if he makes it to the Sacred Field of Talnar, he may get a hint of what his destiny may be. He's doing this because he thinks that something good will come out of it like his role model Souchi Maranmay, the Warrior of Second Chances.
For now, Maruki is trying to figure out what to do next. He thinks he should follow a similar path that Souchi went through. His sensei is unknown, but his style is known. He goes by the Ryu Kori Ran, which basically revolves around speed rather than brute strenght, and slowly wearing out the opponent. His Wakori blade's origin is unkown also. He has been using it ever since he was about 17.

Appearance: Wears a red headband under his spiked hair. HIs shoulder pads are made of iron and covered with tough leather. You already know of his chestplate. He wears a brown, silk tunic under his chestplate with long sleeves. His forearms are covered with a flexible steel. His thighs and calves are covered in cloth with more flexible steel. He wears leather boots that go up to his knees.




There was tension. A deep tension within Seryth's chest. After finding out about his friend Orin and the deep, dark secrets he confessed to him, it felt like something was tearing at his chest. Like a deep warp hole ripping apart his chest. He had longed to know the secrets of Orin, though now, his mind was corrupted. He wished that it didn't happen, he wished that none of it could have happened. But it had, and he was left with these corrupting thoughts that made him feel like passing out of existence.
It wouldn't happen though. As he trudged along in the icy caves, he held his head low, deep in thought, and desire. Desire for something that wouldn't, couldn't happen.
He heard the deep cracking of ice through the never ending halls, thinking it was a mirage. It happened again, it was getting closer. It was a man, a tall man, with a long blade in his right hand. It was beautiful, yet deadly blade name Masumuni. Though he knew that this man was an experienced warrior, he was oblivious to the fact that the intruder of his deep silence of though, could pose a threat to him. Seryth drew his two blades, Yasamna, and Shokori, and lifted his head to confront his opponent. They both knew it would be a great battle, and somehow, there was a connection. Nothing spoke but the high clash of blades.
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The deafening roar of the wind rushed in the warrior’s ears as he moved swifter than lightning. Sparks ignited with each numbing clash of steel. The cave shook with each powerful blow, this would be a fight to the death, only one man here would walk out alive and Shaya intended too. His opponent’s eyes flared with red light as their eyes locked, unable to take their gazes of each other, it was almost as if the other was reading his nemesis’s thoughts. Both struck with vigor, each time it was renewed every moment they seemed intent on striking. The fatigue in Shaya’s body began to wear off, failing this battle was not what he was about to do. Even so, his chances of winning were slim, his opponent was skilled, much more than him. Their paces slowed as they tried to read each other. He soon became a complete stop as one another waited for the slightest flinch but none came. Shaya observed for a weak spot, even as he tried to go unnoticed he had failed. With blinding speed his opponent rushed to him. Shaya’s breathing increased dramatically pain stabbed though him and he looked down. His nemesis’s blade was merged into his stomach..

"Uh." Seryth's opponent groaned in pain as he looked up towards him. Seryth was not in the mood for intense action. He didn't want it because of what had just occured. He only wished that he would stay in his solitary confinement as he thought things through. Though this wouldn't stop him, and he wouldn't give up. His impaled opponent was on his knees, breathing deeply, as if he was waiting for his death blow. Though Seryth just pulled out Yasamna, and then held Shokora to his throat. The threat was easliy countered though, due to a backwards jump a few feet away. Shaya pulled out some type of thread and held it to his stomach wound, his crimson blood emptying like a water drain, and it lit up in a fiery yellow. The thread wrapped around the wound, and soon it was nearly a formality. The pain still endured though, Shaya wouldn't die of blood loss.
"You're a clever warrior." Seryth said in a low, dismal voice. He was still depressed from the recent events. "Though I don't think that shall be enough for you to survive my wrath. You are inexperienced."
"I will defeat you, though how will soon be decided." was the sarcastic answer of Shaya.
"It is not neccesarily a terrible thing to die. Passing on to the other life can either be joyful, or an ever going nightmare." With this, Seryth dashed at Shaya with lightning speed, ice melting beneath his frictioning feet. The blow was parried, though the impact sent Seryth flying into an ice wall, hurting his back almost mortally. "...And that's just the begininng my young warrior." Shaya was growing angrier at the remarks he made, which he considered somewhat snide.
Soon again, the cave echoed with the deafening clash of three blades. The echo, and the clash was music to the warriors' ears. Often, Shaya's attacks were parried, and he was soon given a small cut from Seryth's Shokora blade. Shaya might as well had been asking for death at the feet of Seryth. Seryth seemed very experienced, like Shaya was no match for him. He only wished he could have known the powers of this warrior before he had jumped to conclusions. Though, it was almost tradition to fight whichever warrior you come across. You were considered a woos, a fool if you passed by one. And Shaya didn't want to be one of those. So he went on with the echoing clangs.

"I am afraid you mistake me too lowly ameatuer," said Shaya as he smiled "It is you who are an inexpeirenced fool, you may know something of combat but now you shall know of death!" he exclaimed, the cave roared violently with his thundering voice.
Even at his threat, Seryth stood his ground, readying for any blow, his knuckles turned white as he gripped his blades. Shaya's eyes flared red, he roared in anger as his body was taken over by an unknown nemesis. In an instant his sword whiped in a flurry of images as sparks ignited in middair. The clashes were louder than any battle Shaya had witnessed, his opponent struggled to keep himself up for a parry. Shaya was beginning to feel satisfaction as his opponent knelt down, burdened by Shaya's force. Seryth's red eyes had become intense as pain and anger overwhelmed him, and with all the power he could muster shoved Shaya from the floor. Shaya released his grip on his own blade as he was sent sprawling into the air, his own conscience had returned in time to feel his back slam hard against the wall at the moment his blade embedded itself in the ice. Seryth smiled finally able to recover from te initial assault. Shaya rose groggily and faced his opponent, his eyes in despair and Seryth laughed menacingly. "You shall die, your skill lacks thought my young warrior." Seryth chuckled. Shaya ganced at his enemies face now cocky with delight that he could strike down his opposer with an easy swipe. He lifted both blades and faced him ith what was to be the final words Shaya would hear "I'll see you in hell."
At the exact moment Seryth's image faded did Shaya make a run for his sword. He felt a snag of a sword in the back of his leg as warm liquid began to trickle down his calves. Shaya's movement slowed, but his sword was just in reach. With god-like movement he removed his sword from the ice. Seryth made a swing for him, but was surprised by the sight of Shaya's hand taking the blow...