P.O.B-Puddle of Blood(Wolfs's Rain)

Ooc: I have no reason except that I'm raring to fight, I'll be using:

Name:Shaya
Age: 21
Race: Knights of Favor
Sex: Male
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Brown (Flaming blue when battling)
Weight: 136 lbs.
Height: 6. 00

Weapon: Masumuni
Armor: Gi

Strengths: Endurance, Attack, Thunder.
Weaknesses: Wind, Strong Magic, Mountains

Technics:
Power Kill: Normal
Zephyr, Viper Slash: Special Slash
Blood of the Knight: Regain Energy(also boosts fighting skills and heals 1 minor wound
Magic Speciality: Astral Winds

Personality: He does not judge on who you are just looks for a fight and never declines a challenge.

Though you prolly already know 'im.

I'll be waiting for your reply on if you wannu or not.

yay finally a battle i accept this challenge and i will use my character Drango.


Age:21
Sex:Male
Race:Human
Eyecolorrown-Flaming Red in Battle
Haircolorrown
Weapon:Throwing Dager (usually but uses normal dagger ocasionaly)
Style:Kempo
Stance:Rightside fighting stance
Strengths:Short disdance fighting, and speed fighting
Weakneses:magic, and long distance fighting
Looks like a middle aged inexpeirienced martial artist. Wears a white top gea, and black gea pants. White skin, medium size brown hair, pointed like anime style.
Lives in what is now the USA, also called Newhampshire, in a small village.

An abyss lay ahead of a Shaya, mist crawled around him, swirling against the trunks of trees, concealing his feet and the ground they rested on. His eyes were covered in shadow, sword glinting in the palest of ligths, wind slightly shifting his hair, revealing his ice blue eys to the nature that surrounded him. The footsteps of a warrior in the near distance made his long ears twitch with uneasiness. The zephyr picked up, and moment by moment it became stronger. The trees began to bend, leaves formed small tornados, but still he remained in silence. They came closer, the shadowy abyss seemed thicker around him, his eyes peirced the dark however, and peircing the dark met Shaya's. Silence. It seemd to overcome everything, everything but their breathing, and the footsteps. His other conscious spoke to him Feed me his blood Shaya lifted his head All of it
It coninued in a faint tone, until the unknown warrior, came face to face. Shaya's ice blue eyes met the warriors flaming red.
Finally, a battle thought Shaya with a dull humor...

Drango saw a glint of two blue eyes, and knew he was going to battle this stranger, in this ice-cold abyss. Adrenaline pulsed through Drango, and then came the overwhelming emotion to kill. Drango quickly ran in, trying his best to dodge the objects concealed by the dark. He drew his dagger and rapidly slashed his dagger around where he saw the blue eyes.
Slashing a dagger at an enemy you can’t see is foolish, yet the only thing Drango could do. The eyes have since vanished from sight. Then came a feeling on Drango’s shoulder, a cold, hard, sharp, it was a blade.
Shaya sliced the long sword down Drango’s arm, spewing blood onto the misty ground. The wound was not deep, but painful. The pain was overwhelming, but Drango refused to show a weakness, Drango turned around and countered another attack from Shaya. Then Drango took his dagger and thrust it into Shaya’s leg, forming a puddle of blood on the ground.
Drango had missed a major artery, but still causing pain and frustration in Shaya. Shaya spoke out from the dark to Drango, asking his name. Drango immediately replied his name, and Shaya his. They both agreed they were worthy fighters, and then fought

Ooc: sorry if there was blood to early

Ooc: No blood is ever early, but you can put the "" thingies when they say their names ya know. Alright! My turn!

ic: Speeding around the dark arena like lightning, fatigue came quickly, but thier efforts to show naught but a weakness were powerful. The pain in Shaya's leg continued to rise as he dashed, but pain wasn't his opponent in this fight, Drango was. His legs moved frantically, dodging boulders and trees, a straightaway was in front of him. Darkness consumed everything, except for the blazing eyes that shone ahead. Trying to stop, Shaya skidded forward, but he was moving to fast and in his effort to stop, their blades collided. While Drango sttod still, Shaya was dragged of his feet and onto his back. Lying thier felt good, the ground was comfortable, but death would soon come if he was to lounge. He was pressed to the ground once more, a dark figure of shadow was the only thing the mist would show, and his leg pressed him down harder into the dirt. As the clouds cleared, the glint of a dagger came from beside his neck "I thought you were to be an harder opponent Shaya..."
Acting quickly, Shaya quickly twisted his arms into a tornado like motion, brinnging him off the ground feet first, his heavy boots slamming into Drango's chin. Staggering back, Drango laughed "Just as I thought, you were worthy Shaya!"

ooc: Cool ain't it, your turn!

Drango was still bleeding, and hurting, and so was Shaya. This battle will be bloody, they both knew that. Drango Was dizzy from a loss of blood, but eventually he regained his strength after a brief meditation. Shaya had by then stitched his wound also. They were both just sitting in the dark, still and quiet as they could possibley be, awaiting their enemy’s next move. Finally Drango t fed up with waiting (after 5 hours straight) and walked into the dark.
Shaya was also tired of waiting, and stood up, and walked towards a small sound he heard in the abyss. The shadows were consuming everything, though now it should be mid-day. The trees were so high and wide that the sun was entirely blocked out. Both warriors were now looking at each other, two feet away. Now it was time for a bloody, long, and painful battle.
Shaya and Drango both attacked and countered each other’s attacks at the same times. One slash from a long sword, one block from a dagger, one stab from a dagger, one block from a long sword. This continuous fight went on for a while, and each warrior getting angrier and more frustrated every moment. They were equally matched, and equally pissed. They were in for a seemingly endless battle.

Ooc: hope you like it

Shaya's legs both moved like a locomotive, and like thunder did the buffeting winds come from behind. Even so, Drango was too, darting around the blinding abyss, only concentrating on were Shaya's ice blue eyes. His panting slowly came and went, mist leaked from his mouth, along with a stream of blood running from the corner of his lip, dripping down his neck. With a streak of power Shaya charged at Drango, his longsword ready to stab through his opponent, but Shaya should have known better. With a quick but harsh parry, Shaya was flung flipping in the air. The wind deafened his ears as he plummeted downward, Faceing what he could see of his opponent with his blurry vision, Shaya put his sword at a downward point, aiming directly at Drango's head. Drango's eyes showed a 'tch tch' and he darted backwards. Landing, his sword embedded in the dirt. "I will kill you," Shaya said, pulling his sword from the ground bringing up a cloud of dust which concealed him for a moment. As his face was revealed, Drango could tell he was speaking through gritted teeth "I will kill you, and SEND YOU TO HELL!"
His voice thundered as he whipered his special slashing move, which could cut through the fiercest of hides, it could certainly kill Drango "Zephyr, Viper Slash!"
As he roared those words, Drango brought up his blades and braced himself...

ooc: That wasn't my best, kinda hard to think, anyway I'm expecting good stuff!!!

Ooc: Oh, now u dont do your best but im expevted to?!?! *laughs*

Ic: Drango was braced, and ready for the worst. Wind was rushing towards him, then the strike… There was a terrible scream from Drango, just after the strike, indicating he had been hurt. Drango and Shaya couldn’t see each other anymore, they were facing opposite directions. Drango was trying to see the wound, but yet again, shadows were consuming all the light. All Drango could feel was that his chest was cut, and bleeding. The bleeding wasn’t that bad, just the fact the Drango was now vulnerable to another attack, possibly ending his life. The good news was that they didn’t know where they were, good new for Drango…. bad for Shaya.
Now that Drango was alone, he could start to treat his wounds and recover, for then Drango could attack him without worry of getting killed himself, at least not as much.
Shaya was now furious, he could not find Drango anywhere, his eyes were nowhere in sight. Shaya was now concerned, what if Drango could see him, but I can’t see him. He could easily sneak up on him and ill him.
Drango now had the same concern; he could not see Shaya either. Drango wandered forwards, where he last remembered seeing Shaya.
Shaya had crouched near (what seemed to be) some bushes. At least five minutes later he heard a whisper in his ear. “I’ll see you one day….in hell..”
Shaya drew his sword.

Ooc: I’m having the same thinking problems…*laughs*

ooc: Hey man, just said I was expecting something good outta you, you are, after all, Apretty good RPGer

Shaya's eyes widened, and he quickly spun around, to find Drango's dagger at his throat. Shaya could feel its cold tip ready to sting him. Sweat began to develop at his forhead, he had to think quickly, then he slowly smiled. Drango's eyes turned into a hardened gaze, btu his eyesbrows, illumanated with fierce light, rose. Shaya slowly uttered his magic "Astral Winds...." Drango gave a grunt as he was lifted off his feet and plunged further into the darkness "Damn it!" he shouted.
Shaya smirked "You should have cut my throat when the time was right."
Drango's eyes illumanated more fiercley then ever now, it seemed to light his surroundings. Stagering up and panting Drango looked at him with hatred, but that soon became laughter. His voice echoed throughout the forest and its abyss, skittering of animals and the flap of bird's wings was heard over their heads. It suddenly stopped "You fool," said Drango quickly "You have no idea whom you are up against!"
Shaya's eyebrows rose with eagerness. He could hear a slight breeze, and his foe's eyes disappeared. Again? Shaya thought with grim.
A rushing came from behind. Looking back, Shaya noticed his red eyes closing in. Taking quick motivation Shaya began to run away. He smiled, he ahd a plan and it would put Drango away for good. The footsteps became louder, until he could sense his opponent right behind him, ready to lift his dagger and Shaya quickly ran up a massive tree trunk, flipped off right behind Drango, and raised his blade fro the death blow....

ooc: Sorry the ending was kinda hurried, I couldn't think of a proper description

Shaya thrust his blade, aiming for Drango’s head. Drango narrowly dodged the strike, but still a little confused on what had happened. Shaya wasted no time, and quickly tried to stab Drango again and again. These attempts were futile; Drango had learned the pattern of Shaya’s stab all to well (for it almost killed him). Drango swooped around the tree, then waited on the other side.
Shaya quietly climbed the tree, and sat a few feet above Drango, ready to hurl himself down onto Drango while he wasn’t looking. Drango had expected a sneak attack though and silently raised a dagger to his eyes, and saw a dim blue light in a reflection from above.
Drango threw his dagger for between the two blue eyes, hoping for a kill. Shaya sensed it coming though…and the raised his sword and swung it once at a dark spot around him, and heard a loud clang. They are still equally matched, to this very point; none of them had gotten tired. They were both amazed at how much they were alike, and yet how they hated each other.
Shaya now lunged at Drango from the tree, suspending his long sword toward Drango’s head. But again a miss. Drango had memorized every attack and block, and Shaya had memorized every block and attack from Drango. They were tired of this, and now reversed their stile. Drango felt hope, and yet Shaya felt victory.

Shaya stood for a moment examining the ara that was to be his foe's body. Drango, patiently observed his opponent's wandering eyes, and smiled, but that smile quickly vanished as Shaya took slow steps toward him, sword set and ready for an assault. Drango took steady steps back, raising his daggers. Their paces gradually quickened, all around them, something seemd to be watching....
Shaya's footsteps immediatley increased by a great deal, unexpected to Drango, he too burst forward. Masumuni met Drango's daggers, a deafening clang, roared thier surrounding. Both skidded back ward, but charged forward once more with remewed strength. The sentry like tree trunks seemed like a maze to them as their blades met with furious pounds. His arms were numb from teh clashes, and his feet were sore from his efforts of speed but even so, they showed no sign of worry, fatigue, or cockiness astheir strikes ignited sparks in thier surroundings. Flames. Sparks flittered to the ground, still hot however, ignited the dead foliage that lay beneath their feet. Shaya's body was the first to be illumanated, but around his eyes, were still covered in shadow and his ice blue eyes pierced that darkness. Drango's body slowly became revealed and the two took a moment to stare at one another, but a flurry of cambat soon began once more, as the clashing of blades roared through the cackling of fire

Drango tried to maneuver around Shaya’s attacks, so then finally he could try to kill Shaya. This plan had failed, for the attacks from Shaya were fast and strong. One wrong move and Drango could instantly be chopped in half. Drango shuddered at the thought. Meanwhile Shaya had a better idea. He knew the faster he swung the blade the more intimidated Drango would be, and that he’d have more power. So Shaya swung fast at Drango, who was already slightly intimidated.
Shaya was doing a lot of fancy tricks, outing some magic into every swing, giving more accuracy and power, Drango walked backwards, slowly, trying to avoid walking into something. Finally Drango had another idea. He walked faster backwards, Shaya followed. Finally Drango started running, and then up a tree (like Shaya had done before). Shaya did not see the tree so he walked on, until he chopped the tree. In one hit a massive tree started tumbling downwards towards Shaya.
The tree was about to kill him, if he had not used his magic. Instantly wind blew at so hard, that the tree was thrown 200 yards away, with Drango still on it.
A branch pierced through Drango’s left hand, thankfully not his attacking hand. Drango broke the branch off, ripped it out of his hand, and walked on to Shaya. This time Drango was so pissed, when Shaya saw him, he shuddered. The beast had awakened from its long slumber.

ooc: lighten up and saying Drango, try like he or him.

ic:Shaya could see his opponent's anger and frowned raising Masumuni into a defensive position. The flames around them still cackled with glee, and it made a ring of fire around them as though to trap them in thier endless combat. Shaya quickly closed his eyes, but in that split second, his guard had failed him. Opening his eyes, Drango was no more than two feet away, and it took a split-second for the collsion. The pressure that Shaya found unexpected was immensley powerful now, his blade recoiled and hit him in the chest, leaving a shallow scar,and his body went flying into the nearest tree, loosening the grip on Masumuni.
Weakling the conscience spoke to him angrily How could you be losing to such a weak opponent! Kill him, KILL HIM Now!
It roared inside his head with such ferocity, Shaya covered his ears, but the voice was inside him. His eyes insantly flared red like blood, his wound on the chest automatically healed as though it were sewn together and he smiled with a hint of mocking malice. He was to go berserk, and use the fiercest of his fighting skills. He could now see the unwnted worry in Drango's eyes...

Ooc: use Microsoft Word; you have too any spelling errors.

Ic: Drango was so perturbed that now he took out his throwing dagger. It is lined with a special poison, in which Drango administrates to himself every day, so the poison cannot harm him. The silver blade glimmered form the bright light, cast from Shaya’s eyes. Then came the time to fight, as if they both knew what was to happen in every second of their battle (except what the last second of their battle would be.

Shaya raised his blade and came down with an incredible force. The blade was not even seen until it hit a centimeter away from Drango’s foot. Shaya laughed, pointing out that he missed on purpose. Drango was then caught off guard; Shaya had slashed the blade upwards, and hit his rib. Drango stumbled, trying to keep his ground. If he would fall, this would definitely be his last day on earth.

Drango put a hand on his wound, measuring the length and deepness of it. This one wasn’t very deep; the blade hit his rib when he tried to attack Shaya, making Shaya miss his heart by very little.

Shaya now acted like a demon from hell, laughing at all of Drango’s pitiful moves and blocks to save himself. And also laughing at the fact that if Drango came near him, he’d instantly die from a quick and easy flick-of-the-wrist.

ooc: As long as you know what they say, i'll disincline to use microsoft word.

ic: Shaya's anger mixed with his humor as fierce slashes reached for Drango. Blood. It leaked from both warriors, but even so, they would fight to the death. Shaya's footsteps came down hard and his expression was cynical, which made Shaya's conscience laugh within him. Blood thirsty was what Shaya was now that his second conscience had taken over his body, and he was stored only to watch between his own eyes. Drango recklessly darted back, Shaya's blade and hoping that the cloud of dirt he brought up would be enough to cover him. Immediatley the dust parted, and Shaya came quicker than before, seemingly gliding straight into Drango's block. The force knocked Drango off his feet, and sent Shaya jumping into the air, but landing silent as though he had floated. Bursting forward again, Drango looked at Shaya's aproaching figure, and grimaced. The fierce wind came closer, Shaya laughed as he saw his opponents body and lifted his sword for the kill. Drango however, repeated Shaya's quick move and pushed himself off the ground slamming into Shaya's chin with his sandles.
Shaya staggered back slightly, he heard a slight flurry of movement as Drango flipped backwards and two long cuts in his Gi were what remained of the assault. This wasn't just a battle, this was going to be a long and bloody war.

Shaya quickly retaliated, stabbing at Drango with his long sword. But then something happened to Drango, he had a huge rush of adrenaline, making his moves faster, and more polished. And yet Shaya still attacking with great furry and great strength. They started to equalize in their attacks again, making it the same as it was before. They were 100% matched, until Drango sneak attacked. Drango pulled out his combat dagger as a distraction, but then silently, and quickly, threw his poisoned dagger.

It just barley hit Shaya, but still effected him. The poison on the dagger makes the infected person catch a form of the flu. But this flu was different, this made you have severe temperatures and also made you regurgitate, a lot.

A few minutes after Shaya was infected, he lay on the ground and threw-up, making him vulnerable to Drango’s attacks. But yet Shaya stood up, and was ready t fight again, showing no weakness to the poison. This astonished Drango, and actually made him realize how strong his opponent really was. Drango now had a lot f honor for his opponent.