Old ruins (Anyone)

OoC: I have chosen Sprocket for this fight . This is his first fight. He's in my sig.

"Ooooh, a rock!" That was the problem though. The ruins were just rocks, rocks, and more rocks. There were pillars that were still standing in certain places, but the roof had caved in a long time ago. The rocks had no writing on them. It was basically a pile of stones. Tufts of grass were sticking out everywhere. It was dangerous to be deep in the ruins because if a wall fell or a pillar fell it could spell doom for anyone that just so happened to be there.

Sprocket had gone to the ruins to see if they were similar to anything he had had in his time. So far all he could determine was that there were a lot of rocks. The fact that the pillars had stood for so long hinted that whoever had built it had made it sturdy. Sprocket decided to snoop further in.

Sprocket thought he heard footsteps on a few occasions, but he just dismissed them as pests and rodents. Besides, nobody would be that dumb enough to go that deep into the ruins. Then again maybe if Sprocket was willing others were too...

"Hello? Is anyone there?" Sprocket asked through his mask. Nobody answered, so Sprocket kept walking. The footsteps weren't heard after that.

It seemed that Sprocket had finally gotten to the center of the ruins. There was a faded mural painted with an unknown substance on the wall facing the entrance. Whatever the substance had been it was strong and hard to take off. It must have been strong enough to soak into the rock itself.

Sprocket remembered it. It was a mural of a fighter standing in an amazing pose. The fighter looked ready to strike down all that were wicked... but this didn't prove that Sprocket's time was in the past. The mural had been painted, in his time, to model a mural found in an ancient place. Whether this was his past or future would have to be determined by something else.

"Oh well!" Sprocket exclaimed, "It will never be said I didn't chicken out about going inside of of old ruins! Too bad though, I wish I could have met the people who made this thing."

A weapon sailed past Sprocket's head. A voice sounded from above the mural.

"You still can."

Sprocket looked up in surprise and shouted, "Who you be?"

OOC: Im up for it, I'll use Reshnek, It's his first fight that's actually going to go somewhere.

BIC: (human form)

"I be Reshnek, And you be a dead man walking, these ruins are dangerous. If you can defeat me in combat, I will lead you out of them. But if you lose, it may be more merciful of me to kill you myself."

With that, Reshnek drew his sword,An impossibly large blade, and held it in a guard in front of him. When he did, some flames ignited around the room, and began to collect around the sword, making a swirling vortex of fire centered on his weapon. The temperature of the room rose, and Sprocket began to sweat profusely. Although Reshnek wasn't effected at all.

"If you wish to turn tail and find your own way out, do so now. But the path you used to get here has already collapsed. You will never meet the makers of that mural if you do not follow me out."

OoC: sweating profusely? How weak do you think Sprocket is anyway? He doesn't break out in a sweat at the sign of heat. He wears heavy clothing even in hot weather for heaven's sake!

BIC: "Hmmmm, you be a big talker also!" Sprocket laughed aloud, "Look human, but me thinks you a dragon!" Reshnek raised an eyebrow. How did Sprocket know?

"Sprocket knows a lot of things that normal people cannot! Hmmm, in my time dragons were almost extinct. I would hate to hurt you if this was the past... oh well. I can't back out from a fight when I feel sooo close to finding out about this time's placing."

"You talk too much," Reshnek stated. He leaped down and swung at Sprocket with his sword. Sprocket jumped out of the way, though a bit of the fire caught on his shirt. He danced around wildly, trying to put it out. Reshnek, though he wasn't known to laugh at very many funny things, watched with a mixture of confusion and laughter on his face. Could someone this weak really consider fighting him? Was this "time" he was talking about be full of stupid and ignorant people?

Sprocket had finally put the flame out. He was breathing sort of hard from running so much, but he was eager to fight once more. He went into a mocking fighting pose and let out a small, humor filled "grrrr."

Reshnek finally came back to his senses. If this... person was going to mock him he might as well finish the little guy off. He didn't want to hurt the human, but he was acting like such a fool that the world would probably be a better place without him. He shot at Sprocket with such speed that it seemed that Sprocket didn't have time to react. The blade missed it's intended mark (most probably Sprocket's neck or heart) because he was still dancing around even though he had put the fire out. The sword cut Sprocket's hand at the wrist. The gloved hand fell onto the ground. Reshnek bowed his head in a moment of slight triumph. At least that would teach the little human not to talk trash abou- The hand hit the back of his head!

"You big meany! Attacking and unarmed foe and then taking their arm, er, I mean hand off!"

The hand somehow returned to Sprockets's arm. He grabbed the two together and rubbed them together. When he took his hand away the two were re-attached. Reshnek didn't understand until Sprocket raised the same hand that had been cut off and shouted "Rocket Sprocket!" The hand shot out as if it had been connected to a spring! Reshnek was so surprised that he forgot to dodge it. It hit his head and hurt as if somebody big and strong had punched him right in the jaw!

The hand flew back into Sprocket's arm and he reattached it again. So, thought Reshnek, that's why it didn't work! His hand was already deattached!

"You may have dodged my first two attacks," exclaimed Reshnek, "but you wont be so lucky with the next few!" With that he flew at Sprocket swinging his sword fast enough to cut Sprocket into pieces without Sprocket even realizing what was happening...

OOC: has nothing to do with weakness, i raised the temperature considerably, any mortal would sweat, but my character is really a fire dragon, and is wearing fire based armor, thats why heat doesnt bother him. Without the armor, he would be sweating too.

BIC: Sprocket moved from the sword's path again, but then Reshnek shot the fire outward from his sword and knocked him against a wall, Although the strike did not catch his clothes on fire again. The ruins shook, and reshnek realized the structural integrity of the place was worse than he feared. He began to scheme up plans that would keep the two of them off the walls during their fight, as well as figuring out this strange character. He was really going to help this man either way, but he wanted a good fight, so he didn't let on to that. He was also trying to find time to consider the reason why the frail fist that hit him had hurt so much, but he didn't pore over that one too long, he'd seen stranger things in his lifetime after all.

Rehnek charged and swung quickly at the strange masked man, this time only ripping his clothing a small bit. Reshnek realized that his opponent was even faster than him, which was no mean feat.

OoC: Okay then, you double posted by the way

Sprocket thought he knew what the dragon was planning. He had thought about it himself. He could crash these walls in an instant, but that would made the place of less use to him. He decided to go in another direction... another direction in time that is...

The walls were going to crumble, the pllars could be smashing down on either person in an instant.

It was time to use the mask. The eyeholes to the mask started to glow red instead of their usual white. He clapped his hands together. A bubble-like thing formed in Sprocket's hands. Every second it got bigger and bigger. Soon the bubble was too big for Sprocket's hands to hold. He released it shouting a single command to the mask. "Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime bubbllllllllllllllllllle!"

The bubble spreaded outward, covering the walls and pillars. If Sprocket's power had worked it would make the structure as good as it was when it was new.

It did the exact opposite. As the bubble started to kick in dust flew everywhere. It had backfired! There were no ruins anymore, just dust all over the floors.

"Oh nooooo!" Sprocket shouted as yet another of his leads to what place in time he was in crumled into dust. He could reverse the damage later probably, but for now it made a more open area to fight in.

Reshnek watched in amazement as, yet again, the strange masked man did something unexpected. If he has that kind of power, he thought, why didn't he use it on me?

Sprocket stopped mourning for his predicament and stood up. He no longer had a reason to use only a taste of his power. Now he could unleash it in full force!

He whispered a single phrase as he ran at Reshnek. "Slow down!"

OOC: you make this up as you go don't you? Your character is supposed to be physically weak, but somehow a fist hurt me through my armor. And now you have powers not mentioned in the skills section of your characters profile. This annoys me.

Reshnek was hit by a blast of arcane power, slowing his run until it looked as if he was running in quicksand. He despaired at his misfortune at finding an opponent with such power, he was going to go all out to win this one, since the ruins where destroyed he had no reason to avoid hitting things and knocking stuff down. He transformed into his true form and roared, breaking the time spell upon him.

"Do not try to hinder me with cheap, parlor trick magic, Human! Face the wrath of Dragon's Bane!" With that, Reshnek shot a gout of fire which was evaded by sprocket, but it magically curved and pounded into him from behind, Sending him sprawling.

OOC: sorry this is short, i don't have an excuse, but i cant write right now.

OoC: I always improve on the limits and powers of my characters as I go along. I DID say he had powers of his own, and a mask made by father time wont just have one function. I didn't expect a fiery vortex from your sword... as for the rocket punch thinger... I didn't know your armor covered your face, and I also want to add that Sprocket IS weak, but he does focuss on some attacks at least...

BiC: Okay... so Sprocket's slow down powers didn't work. It actually slowed down all time around him. He was surprised his power hadn't backfired anyway.

He smelled smoke... his butt was on fire! He dance around again, bouncing around. Luckily the dust hadn't settled and it helped to put out the blaze. Now he had two burns and a cut. Why didn't anything use water anymore? He preferred water. It was cool and soothing. Sure, if he was surrounded by water he would die, but he just liked water. It was who he was.

The dust was everywhere... and that was where he had his idea. Sure, dust can't entirely take out a dragon's flame, but it would allow time for a counter attack. Reshnek opened his mouth, ready to use his fire again. Sprocket shot his fist again. As expected, Sprocket's hand was knocked away, but that wasn't the goal. The hand opened as it was knocked away, scattering dust and dirt into the dragon's mouth exactly as he was about to shoot his flame. It got stuck in his throat, making the dragon cough the flame instead of aiming it. This was a good a chance as any.

Sprocket jumped above the dragon and clapped his hands together. "Timmmmmmmmmme bubbllllllllllllle!" The bubble of time stretched until it had covered the entire area of the ruins. It had also covered Reshnek as well! The ruins started build back together once more. Reshnek returned to his human form...

The ruins became once they once were. The beauty of the structure once more showed itself. It had become what it had been like when it was first built. Reshnek had not gone this far back however. He had only gone back to the point before he had noticed Sprocket entering the ruins. He was in the room (which was now as good as new) with the mural. Sprocket was nowhere to be found.

Reshnek straightened, startled. Was it all just a dream? He glanced at the mural... and then did a double-take. There, painted on the bottom left of the mural was Sprocket giving the thumbs-up sign.

Reshnek sighed... whatever that Sprocket kid was, he was a definitely strange in more than one aspect. He went to leave, but he turned around again. he was sure he saw a shadow... oh well. He walked up to the painted picture of Sprocket and poured some water on it. He was surprised when it didn't come off... Wait... that meant that... Nah!

Sprocket was standing outside of the ruins. He didn't want to fight the dragon in the first place anyway. Plus! By making things reverse in time his shirt wasn't torn or burnt. That was the best part. Too bad he wasn't able to look at the mural too closely. He didn't want to make the dragon mad...

He walked off... It was time he went to another historical place. This place was out of answers...

well, thats it isn't it. Whatever. You know you pick this stuff up really fast, I wouldn't be suprised if you are a member of other forums, because you seem to be post really well, and you are getting up there in number. And besides that you already have three characters.

Oh yes, and the whole vortex of fire shot from the sword was supposed to be implied in my characters profile, if i forgot to do that then i'm sorry

To tell you the truth... I'm good at typing because I write stories. I don't have a problem with carrying on with things people start. I don't go to forums much... I thought going here would be a nice change of pace. Most of my characters are people from my stories. Brather Tawn isn't... but she's based on 3 characters I had put in my stories. I guess I just like to post... Anyway... as for the vortex I thought it was a creative idea... whether or not it was in the character's page. It could have been... I generally skim over profiles.

I think i left it out in favor of just saying control over the fire around his sword. But anyway, thats pretty cool, i dabbled in writing stories before, and I'm pretty good at it. But sometimes my stuff isn't too long. My posts were frequently shorter than yours, and i've been here a little longer than you have. I have misgivings about controlling other peoples stories and characters as well, because i don't want to do anything wrong that will piss someone off.

But whatever, my characters are just my day dreams come to life. i do all my posting in the posting box instead of doing it in microsoft word and using spell check like most people. So anything I put in the box came straight from my fingers. But hey, if you ever need a partner in a battle, or another opponent, just give me a call (that was a metaphor PM me.) And i'll come battle, i really enjoyed this while it lasted.

yeah... Maybe I shouldn't have cut it so short.

don't worry, but like i said, any more battles you need someone in, i'll battle with you.

good to know I have an ally, and a good writing ally at that. Seriously, I was on a post earlier that could have been saying anything. For all I know it was insulting me.