Battle at Drubin Falls

I will be useing Zoik (Zo-ik) and who ever wants a battle camo post and tell your character. The person who fights will do the intro, and don't worry if your not good at it it is fine I don't but who will fight me?

ooc: Okay I'll fight, get ready jabroni!!

ic: Vaarshola was walking along a path by the falls. It was dusk out, and was rather cool out. He could hear the sound of the falling waters as a gentle breeze passed by, and he he contiuned his way. He had a deep seriousness in his eyes, and his great curved sword Sylence was stapped to his back. As he walked, he eventually noticed someone standing by the falls. It was a warrior obviously, and one who looked like he was waiting for a fight. Vaarshola smiled diabolically, and jumped down to the river. He landed on a large stone that protruded the water, and jumped leapt from rock to rock swiftly and finally over to the fighter.

"Heh.......looks like I've found my newest victim....." he said devilishly.

ooc: You got the first move! And your traininga t the Traing Grounds will begin very soon, today probably.

ooc: ok thanks.

IC: Zoik standing where the morst air from the falls was the strongest jumped forward to the next rock with his mighty heavy sword."I never looked, I waited and you are the one I waited for. Now lets go."

Vaarshola waited for the mighty warrior to attack as he did he glared strongly to frighten his opponent so that he may not pay enough attantion to his moves, it seemed to work as Zoik jumped he lost his footing on the rock and slipped crashing down into the water. The strong river was deep and he was thankful as he came up he chanted words under water, when he came up he came fast and slashed him across the chest leaving a deep deep scar. Zoik had jumped to a different rock still not sure if he would make a mistake again he waited for a hurting reply.

Vaarshola griited his teeth a bit at he clutched his bleeding cheek. There was a nice sized gash there, and bit bled. The crimson blood dripped through his fingers, and plummeted into the running water. They splashed within the cerulean stream, and it's dark red color spread as it was sweapt away in the currant. Vaarshola followed the blood with his eyes, and watched as more blue water turned into a red color. The blood from his cut stopped, and within a few momenst took his hand off of his face. It was covered in blood, from the tip of his middle finger to the very end of his wrist. He casually knelt down on the rock he stood on, and placed his hand into the creek. Within only a few moments, the rushing water cleaned off every bit of blood on his hand, and took it away creating a patch a crimson in the sapphire-like water. Vaarshola stood up, and had his head was bowed as he looked into hsi reflection in the stream Zoik was a little confused by the mystic warriors bizzarr actions, and cocked an eyebrow. Vaarshola was totally silent, and motionless. Only the sound of the rushing water could be heard, and only the gentle breeze of the water fall make his long robe move.

But suddenly, Zoik could hear him quietly chuckle, and soon that chuckle turned into a wicked laugh. Vaarshola threw hsi head back,a nd alughed manically. Zoik's eyes widened in shock,a nd his mouth dropped as he beheld what he saw. Vaarshola had just been slashed across the face at full force, and he had a great bloody gash on his cheek; yet he was laughing like a devil who just killed an angel in combat. Vaarshola slowly stopped hsi evil alughter, and lowered his head as he grinned wickedly at Zoik.

"Heh, you're a fool" he began, "That was a very weak attack. Yes, it was able to slice me up......but if you want to try and make me feel actual pain.....then you're gonna have to do better than that. Though I doubt it considering how pathetic you are...." Zoik's eyes hardered from Vaarshola's insults, and he grasped the hilt of his blade tightly. He gritted his teeth, and leapt up into the air as he screamed in fury. He held his blade behind his head, and began to plummet dwon towards Vaarshola. He began to bring his sword down, and was ready to do a jumping slash onto the mystical fighter. Vaarshola smirked though,a nd his eyes lit up a sky blue color. Suddenly there was a flash of light blue, and Zoik felt an incredible force strike his sword. It sent him flying backwards, and he was just able to alnd on a nearby rock. He breathed heavily, and looked at Vaarshola with a shocked expression. He grinned diabolically.

"Heh, how do you like my telekinisess weakling?" he taunted.

"Telekinisess, huh I see why you fight the way you do so let me show you a technic of mine." Zo-ik smirked back at him. He smiled again and started to chant words silently, Vaarshola knew he couldn't let him finish his words so he dashed quickly over to him and plunged aiming straight twards his gut, but he said his last words and yelled out "Ziton."

The warrior's sword had stoped and Zo-ik had punched him hard in the chest making him fall into the water and breath hardly in threw his lungs." Now that........was.....a hit, but I dout you.......can do....another one."Zo-ik smiled at him and spoke "that was my fist feel my sword."

he jumped down him sword pointed downtwards him and ready to hit but then he changed directions and stabbed the water and made it flow up to the land making Vaarshola swirl under the water hard for him to breath. He came to the side of the river where his enemy had landed and looked down at him the body suddenly jumped up and stabbed straight threw his leg ripping threw the muscels and bone. Vaarshola smiled as he stepped back pulling the sword out slowly and giving him more pain me smirked at him "you are only a novous you were no match for me he yelled loudly as the end of the blade came out of his leg.

" I..........know I seem weak................ but now I shall give you my....................... real power." he said angerly. He held out "Reraise" a bright light gleamed as it went into his chest is seem to make him more happy and brave.He smiled at Vaarshola and waited.

Zoik stood clutching hsi bleeding leg. There was a deep gash there, and by the secondscrimson blood poured from it. It ran down his leg, staining his pants the entire way. He felt the blood on his ankles, and gritted his steeth to try and get rid of the pain. He applied pressure on hi sleg with his had, and winced through the stinging agony. Within a few more moments, he let go of his leg, and his cut no longer flowed with blood. He quickly washed his hand off in the water, and stood up. He narrowed his eyes, and glared at Vaarshola.

"You'll pay for that last attack, it's time you suffered the might of my power....." Zoik threatened. Vaarshola smirked.

"You really think you can still stop me don't you?" he questioned, "heh, you're pathetic. I've foughten in hundreds of battles against warrior after warrior after warrior, and in a lot of them I didn't get hit once during the entire fight. I've killed every single foe of mine, and have been known to destoy towns single handedly. I'll give you once to escape, and I won't kill you....." Zoik gritted his teeth, and fumed. He planted his feet, and grasped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands.

"I've never run away from a battle.....and I never will!!!" he yelled, and flew at Vaarshola. He screamed in fury,a nd pulled his sword back. He felt the wind against his body, and kept his eyes straight on the mystical killer before him. He grinned diabolically, and made no motion whatsoever. Zoik was finally only a couple feet away, and brought his sword down for a vertical slash. It was aimed straight at Vaarshola's left shoulder, but oddly, Zoik felt it hit something hard, and he stopped suddenly. He was shocked, and even more when he saw Vaarshola huge curved blade against his sword. Vaarshola had lifted up his sword so fast to block, that Zoik never even saw it. His mouth hung right down, and he was speechless.

"Fool, don't hunt....what you can't kill...." Vaarshola whispered, and then in a flash pulled his sword back, and did an incredibly fast slash across Zoik's legs. Sylence cut straight through Zoik's flesh, and created a bloody cut on both legs. Zoik roared in pain as he fell backwards, and rived in agony from the pain of the swift blow to his upper legs.

Zoik now on the rock to the right of his opponent was not sure if he could destroy him, he thought long and hard as to find a way but the warrior couldn't let him so he had jumped towards him and was just about to slash Zoik down the chest when Zoik spoke loudly "thats it," he new that warriors can't dodge in the air unless they can fly and so Zoik now ready for the attack put his hand out in front of the blade and caught it as it was coming down, hurting his hand he plunged his sword up towards his enemy and stabbed him iun the shoulder with his wide sword it was a strong and painful wound, the warrior now in extreme pain flipped over his warrior and stabbed him staight in the back piercing threw the mighty armor and straight threw his gut.

"Now you die" he then twisted his blade and Zoik's back ripped appart.
"I'm sorry you had to die now since you were so young but you chose to fight me and that costs." he hopped to another rock looked back Zoik was standing!" how can this be it is impossible."

"I had the best master and his name was Odin, he taught me the craft of reraise and that is what this is, now you die." he went into a fighting stance and Vaarshola then noticed that his wounds were gone he new that this technic was an example of this warrior's power.

Zoik smirked. He was completly healed. Every single wound of his was gone. All of his bruises had dissappeared, all of his cuts were sealed togethere, and all of his achs and pains had vanished. Vaarshola watched on a little surprised at the warrior's powers. He was also a bit worried for once, he was somewhat wounded, and Zoik would have a distinct advantage over him.......

That's what a normal warrior would think, but Vaarshola was not that kind of warrior. He had fought many many fighters, and killed every one. He was known to destroy entire towns single handedly. He was one of the greatest battlers alive, and would soon make sure that Zoik's advantage would diminish. He grinned.

"Why are you grinning? I mean you're still wounded, and I'm perfectly healed? Do you think you still stand a chance?" Zoik questioned. Vaarshola felt a wicked pleasure deep inside of him.

"I'm grinning at how you are you cocky" he answered, "you're a fool, and a weakling at that. You believe you have a great advantage over me just because I'm hurt and you're fine...."

"But do I not?" Zoik asked. Vaarshola nodded.

"You do.........for now......" Just then suddenly, Vaarshola dissappeared, And Zoik gasped. His eyes widened, and wondered what in the world was going on. Just then though, in a second, he saw Vaarshol lunging right in front of him, and froze as the mystical killer came at him.

In a flash, Vaarshola did two swift diagonal slashes across Zoik's chest with Sylence. The tip of the huge curved blade ripped right through Zoik's garments and flesh, and created two somewhat deep cuts. He screamed in pain, and collapsed on a rock as he rived in agony. He clutched his wounds, which were in the shape of a big X, and blood poured from them and down his stomach. Vaarshola devishly.

ooc: if it is alright with you i would like to keep that scar for the fights to come.

IC: Zoik now on his knees, pressed against his chest fiercely. He gasped as he tried to speek." You are truely a wise fighter, you knew that i wouldn't be able to dodge a straight on attack so you did it, and now im am seriously wounded. Very smart." He clutched his sword tightly as he stood up, "now fell this." he also disappeared and suddenly came next to his opponent faking an attack he ducked and sent a mighty blowto the rib cage, brakeing various bones and cutting very deep into the flesh. He jumped back to the rock he was on (so it seemed).

His opponent now in pain of his own clutched his side as blood pouring out of the open wound, "That was smart of you I admit but you won't have as good as a chance next time."

The warrior looking at what seemed to be Zoik on the stone above the running water. A sound came from the right and when his opponent looked he found himself staring into a wide sword that was going threw his stomach, but the instant the sword went in the warrior had already sent a blow and it cenected with Zoik's arm, so powerful that going threw the flesh and hitting the bone making him arm fall off.

Both of the warriors now in tramundous pain nelt next to each other waiting for the other to do or say something.

ooc: Sure fine by me...........

Vaarshola was quite amazed at the battle he was having with Zoik. At first he thought that it'd be a minute long fight, with the mystical killer massacring this mighty fighter. He figured that he'd dice him up into pieces, and laeve the bloody falls without even a sweat or dent......but that ideal was incorrect. Vaarshola was wounded pretty bad, and was weak already. He breathed heavily, and numerous times he'd cough up blood or it'd run from his mouth and drip into the stream. This mystical battler had met a good match.....

Zoik had had a bad notion about Vaarshola the second he say him leap from the cliffs and onto a rock gracefully in the river beside the waterfall. Just the look in his blue eyes intimidated you, and it Vaarshola never looked evil or demonic, instaed gentlemen-like. But those eyes of his were like his mouth, explaining his wicked heart and the sinister mind he truely had. Another thing that greatly worried Zoik was the crimson star on Vaarshola's forehead and the back of both hands. While it looked like meerly a symbol or tatoo, Zoik had a feeling deep down that they were more than that. Finally was the great curved balde that Vaarshola had strapped to his back. Nearly or just about five-feet in length, the blade Sylence could strike fear into anyone's heart. It looked so devilish, curved, somewhat thin, and the aura of it gave you the ideal and notion that it was stained with the blood of hundreds; which it really was.

Both warriors knelt breathing hard from their fatigue and pain. Vaarshola with cuts on his face, a deep gash in his stomach, and a slash mark on his houlder. And then Zoik with a broken arm, numerous brusies rom Vaarshola's telekinisess attack, and a deep bloody wound in the shape of an X on his chest. They were both incredibly hurt, and could barely even kneel. At that moment, Vaarshola coughed up more blood, and bowed his head as he choked a little. Zoik knew he was badly wounded, and this was the perfect oppertunity to take adavantage. He narrowed his eyes at Vaarshola, and silently got on his feet. He tightly grasped the hilt of his sword with his good arm, and in a flash flew at the downed Vaarshola. He screamed in fury, and held the sword behind the back of his head as he got closer to the mystical killer. He finally began to bring it down for a jumping slash, and prepared to cut off Vaarshola's left arm. It got closer and closer, but in less than a second Vaarshola somehow lifted up Sylence, abd blocked the attack. Zoik's eyes widened in shock, and his mouth dropped. He made numerous gasps, and was frozen at what just happened. Vaarshola slowly lifted his head up, and grinned at him.

"Time to die fool......" he whispered. Vaarshola then quickly ulled Sylence back, and sent it straight through Zoik's right shoulder. Blood squirted and exploded from the fray, and a good amount of the top of the blade stuck out the other side of Zoik's back. His eyes bugged out, and his mouth hung down even more. He made distubing choking-like noises, and Vaarshola smirked. He tossed Zoik off his sword, and while the warrior was airborn, the mystical killer pointed his hand at him, and it glowed with a crimson color. A few crimson lightning bolts that soared out from his hand, and struck Zoik. He roared in pain, and there was a great illumination and explosion of dark bolts from the fray. They burned aaway at his body, and annihilated him with their power. He began to come down to the water smoking and a charred mess, and soon fell in. He created a splash, and Vaarshola's eyes watched as his limp body ran with the currant. He smiled devilishly, and slid Sylence away in its scabbard. He then turned to the cliff, and leapt up onto them. He then walked off.

ooc: Great fight Bahamut, this was exceptional. You did a great job in this battle, I'm very proud of you. And even though you lost, you can still keep that X scar on Zoik's chest. h yeah, a suggesstion. If you wanna win a lil more, I'd suggest reating challenges to newbie fighters like Purplehawk, Sederox, Shire_Elf, and Autkast. They're all pretty good, and would give you a good challenge. You'd also have a very good chance of winning, so do that if ya wanna win a few battles! ^_^

Thanks Mirren, and sure i'll take your suggestion and fight one of them. Thanks for the battle.