An Omen of Darkness (DarkChao, if you would?)

OOC: Alrighty, since Naoru (link in my siggy) was based off of Samurai Warriors' version of Nobunaga Oda (Samurai Warriors' version > Onimusha's!), I have been enspired to use him lately, seening as how I have played Samurai Warriors a lot, and not just rented it, so know I know all about Nobunaga, which means i know a lot more about Naoru. Oh, and DarkChao, in his profile it says that he has red eyes, but that's just too tacky, so, he just has red irises, like the man with Red eyes from a Wrinkle in Time. *shivers*

BiC: Naoru stood through the dark upon his horse, Isukumi. The cave walls were laden with an icy-like, crystalline substance that gave Naoru a sense a reaffirmation. “So…” the Demon said, thinking back at his recent destruction of Aesegor, the capital city of the land he was in at that moment, “it…. was a fake. All that time… All that bloodshed… Useless. I wasted my valuable time in this pathetic land killing an emperor hat seemed to poses another shard of the Aliyuras, but no.” He grasped the reigns of his dark horse tightly in anger as the end of the tunnel grew nearer. The demonic aura around him pulsated, and the Tokiyama at his belt began to vibrate. “That damned fool of a leader only had a diamond worth a pathetic ten thousand rupees. Anger is all that I know now! AUGH!” The Demon whipped the reigns of Isukumi, and the horse jetted off out of the tunnel, into the sacred night.

All the while, a certain half-bred elf had been watching him. “Demon…” he said, hoping through the trees as he followed Naoru through the forest path. “I saw what you did to the emperor of this land. You must be in leagues with the marauders who destroyed my village… yes. That must be it!”

Soon, Naoru came to a halt, and let his horse rest. “Rest, Isukumi…” he said reassuringly, “we will be entering the next town by morning… and I can sense great power flowing from its remote area.”

High in the trees, Zelit pointed his hand towards Naoru, and a ball of fire appeared. “Another killing spree in the next town? Over my dead body, Demon!” Zelit held the fireball up and thrust it down upon Naoru, aiming for the Demon’s head. A Miss would mean a long and grueling fight, and a hit would mean an instant death of the Demonic Warrior that had killed so many… and showed no remorse.

OOC: Sorry for the shortness, my other posts shall be longer, I promise.

OOC: That wasn't that short...don't expect mine to be huge.

IC: "May Hell's heat flow through your veins!" Barked Zelit.

Zelit could only hope the flaming power of hell isolated into a mere ball could burn Naoru's soul, sending him to eternal darkness, lost in nothingness forevermore. Unfortunately, that turned out not to be the case. The fireball Zelit had slung narrowly took a miss for the worst, turns out it hit a field, setting it ablaze. He saw that Naoru noticed this, and tried escaping. He didn't traverse far until the Demonic being warped in front of his tracks, sending a jolt of fear coursing through is veins.

"So, spying on me? I suppose you saw what befell the worthless Emperor? In that case, you'll need to forget it." The Demon hissed, a deep, snake-like voice.

"One doesn't forget something like that at such a time period, mind you." Zelit replied, suddenly exploding with confidence.

"Then allow me to help you!" It hissed, launching towards him with inhuman speed.

Zelit ran to a tree, kicking off it doing a backflip onto Naoru's shoulders. "Tundra Lvl 2!" Zelit barked, sending a furious blizzard his way. Shimmering crystalline fragmants of ice glinted brilliantly as they sped towards Naoru, sharp as daggers. "Heh, let's see you get out of this, Demon!"

OOC: Haha..that was fun.

OOC: Don't get offline, I'll post soon! And for the record, Naoru is more of a human kinda guy, and he isnt an "it" hes a "he". And btw, you do know that hes not like those god forsaken demons on Inuyasha, right? He's kinda like Naraku, not those creepy ones like Taigokumaru. (I assume u know Inu-Yasha, correct?)

Oh..ah...um yeah..oopsie dasiy. Well I'll refrain from that in future battle posts. And I'll stay on a little longer...getting tired though. 11:44..

BiC: Naoru looked at the petty ice crystals incredulously. “Humph.” The Demonic Warrior (OOC: Remember, he’s a Demonic Warrior, but I’ll still call him “Demon” sometimes) said, holding out one hand to the oncoming attack. “Jieshudan!” He yelled. Instantly, a dark barrier appeared in front of him, catching the onslaught and dissolving it to nothingness.

“All is…” said Naoru, bringing the Tokiyama down to his side. “Worthless…” He stared his crimson red eyes back up at Zelit and laughed manically; holding his free hand out towards him. “Ha, ha… young one, if you do not wish to die a slow, painful death, then I suggest you submit to me, and leave this place at once.”

Zelit summoned a small flame in his hand to show off. “Yeah?” He said mockingly. “And what’s the alternative?”

Naoru looked at his foe insidiously. “If must know…” At that moment, the Demon’s hand began to glow a great light, and Naoru jumped from his location, towards Zelit. “Force Beam!”

Zelit was taken off guard, and was instantly pushed back off of his stand in the tree branches as Naoru grasped his neck, pushing him down on to the hard forest ground. The Demon held Zelit high in the air by the neck, and the half-elf scratched and struggled to break free. “The alternative…” the Demon said, squeezing harder as he went, “is eternal damnation in the Oni-Garandou. PERISH!” Naoru thrust Zelit into the air, and flew after him with the Tokiyama in hand, ready to end it all with one strike.

But, much to Naoru’s dismay, a clever smirk went across Zelit’s face, and he back flipped in midair, turning towards Naoru with both hands outstretched. Naoru cared not for what the meager elf had in store, but as the Demon rushed forward, a power deep inside Zelit came forth once more.

OOC: Again, sorry for the shortness

An overwhelming amount of energy exploded through Zelit; mentally and physically. He felt he could do anything, raise the bar. He knew of no limits. So, what was he to do with this feeling of no power limit? He needed to unleash this sudden energy, or the energy would swallow him. A new spell, nay, SUMMON came to him.

"...Summon..Tekachi! Tekachi, God of Righteousness, grant me thy strenghth!" Both of Zelit's palms locked in front of him, glowing a majestic shimmering light. A silver symbol formed on both of Zelit's palms. Suddenly, a golden beam seeped through his hands, forming a ball. This ball transformed, into Tekachi, God of Righteousness. He took on the form of a man cloaked in godly armor. He held a sceptor, glowing brilliantly filled to the brim with erupting power. He approached Naoru, who could only stand there, frozen stiff. Tekachi unleashed it's attack. The rocks which once rested beneath Naoru's feet rose around him, floating all around. Then they enclosed him, what was left was a bloody mess and torn skin. Naoru screamed, overcome with pain.

"Feel the pain. I don't care. DIE!" Zelit barked, flaming with confidence.

"AGH! Damn you! I'll burn you into smithereens!" Naoru screamed. Naoru started laughing slighty, hissing with an irritating voice. He formed a flaming sword in his hands, the Kusanagi blade. It was around 3 feet long, and half a foot wide. Though small, this blade had spilled much blood, showing no remorse. He swung with inhuman speed towards Zelit. Zelit dodged it, but Naoru managed to still leave a nasty gash embedded in Zelit's right shoulder.
OOC: how was that? sorry for the shortness. Also a HUGE apology for not posting this sooner.