Battle Among The Silent Forest (Frost Guardian)

OoC: Alright, Frost Guardian and I have discussed this over PM. I hope this to be both fun, and educative. Here goes nothing:

BiC: The troubled monk brushed his hands along the bushes, while wandering aimlessly. He was debating over what to do with his life, now that he had nothing to live for, his dreams of becoming the best of his colleagues, had been stripped away. Now he was the only one left.

The empy forest was somewhat pleasing, it allowed him to think uninterrupted, no longer were his thoughts drowned out by the bustling and scheming of his once fellow monks. These powers bestowed upon him, were those given to him only to be used for ill intent, those thoughts of which are still incomplete. ''Where is this unspeakable power they spoke of?'' Onimura began to ponder on this, the idea of such power entering his mind. He immediately shook it off, ''No I can't, I will not fulfill their intentions.'' At that last word, he heard a sudden crackle among the bushes ahead. A figure came into view, unknowing of his intentions, the monk got into a battle ready stance. ''Any hostile movements, and you'll feel the Dragon's Fury.'' The lone figure continued his advance...

OoC: Well what do you think? First time doing that.

*Edit* Eh, so many edits already. Heh, sorry I am a perfectionist. Also I apologize in advance for any delays.

-TFS

Just one post on this page. How that happen?

The vauge of rays of the rosy crested sunset beat down heavily into the voluminious forest below. A hard eyed mercenary weaved his way between a sea of sharp thorns and shrubs carefully with careful percision and precaution. His hands darted back to his back and his fingers clasped the faint outline of his scabbard, as if to reassure his greatest possesion, his pale blade was still there. Light dwindling, he made his way rather quietly into the unmarked path ahead, siding with the aged trunks of trees and parched vegetation. The traveler continued on a rather aimless route, as he attempted to navigate himself to the end of the nearly labyrinthe maze of green of omonius silence. He cursed himself in his mind as he went towards the fading light of the sun, only to be retrace his steps to his previous path. Ambling again, he thought it would be a great investment to gain a companion soon. Suddenly, his keen eyes noticed a faint outline of a person maneuvering himself between bushes.

The soldier was alert at once and he noticed a slight ramble from the other man. His eyes seared through beyond the leaves and at a closer glance, he saw that he was a bald, shirtless man that also suddenly took notice of his presence within in the vincinity. A threat was lashed to him and the warrior's face gave way to a great smirk of confidence. The immediete thought was taking in such a threat-- he had a sudden thirst and great urge to test his ability, long unchallenged for many months within his wanderings. A clank of metal echoed throughout as he unseathed his massive zweihander and emerged from the forest into the clearing. He flexed his fingers as he emerged, his eyes leering with pride and power. The warrior scoffed as he noticed that the man was unarmed.

"You seek a challenge, friend? Well, venture no further for I am not scared of you!"

OoC: Hm...that last post had to be rushed, so if you were wondering if I forgot something (which I did) that is why. Also, my internet is running strangely slow. Anyways, on with the show.

BiC: The monk noticed that his opponent was slightly smaller in stature, For someone of his stature, he wields such an immense weapon... ''Hmph, I already sense a hint of overconfidence. Do no underestimate me, only because I wield no weapon,'' the monk said calmly. Keeping Tetseari for restrained for the time being, he layed out the battle in front of him. He would lure his foe into believing he held no serious threat, then when the time is right, he would call upon Tetseari's aid, this way he would catch his opponent off guard, thus giving him the advantage.

Without hesitating a second more, Onimura began to gather energy. His muscles tensed, his concentration deepening. A slight shockwave was sent outward, whizzing past his opponent. His opponent stood there, momentarily baffled. He began to become impatient with the delay. ''Fine if you won't start, I will!'' The massive sword-wielding foe charged towards him, all that could be heard throughout the silent trees, were the shuffling of feet pounding among the forest floor...

OoC: Eh, this battle may play out any way you want. Just have fun with it. ;D

-TFS

Can I join you guys?

The zweihander surged forward with an intense fury. The monk remained quiet as his large muscles began to bulge and a pale light began to be conjured within his palms. He gave a barely audiable grunt as he swerved to the side to sidestep the thrust and swung his foot down in an attempt to trip his opponent. The mercenary retreated his bearings as he quickly began to calculate another move in his mindset. The monk was quicker to act though, as a searing energy blasted lanced into the air in the shape of a great dragon of sorts, causing a great ripple as it made its way towards the intruder. A little bemused by this move, the soldier lunged to the side as the pure essence dissapated into the shrubery. Unwavered by the attack, he in turn, began to shut his eyes and focus his mind into summoning his own move to combat this while slightly varying his moving patterns but not enough to interupt his work. But the monk took this opportunity to advance and with a shout of vigor, he unleashed another blast in the form of a wyvren. The warrior opened his eyes quickly and knew that he would have to abort his magic now or suffer the consequences. In great haste, he slammed his heavy sword into the ground and began to roll away. Piercing his eyes, he gave a little yelp as he clumsily botched his dodge. A burning shot up and he noticed a singe coming form his neck hairs.

With an impatient and brash yell, the mercenary started ahead, eager to retailate the move. The monk went out to meet him and initiated a volley of his fists. Grinning, he went ahead with his impulsive assault but he saw the monk bolt to his side and launch a flurry of his punches. Eyes flashing, he felt a pain shoot up his right ribs as the strong punches and sturdy knuckles tore into his body. He slammed his sword down in a despereate attempt to fend off the attack and heard the distinct sound of cloth ripping. Ribs sore, he withdrew from the stance and saw the monk taking in a deep breath, the farmilar crimson taint towards his the bottom of a right leg. It was a little more than a graze, but the blood was there and he knew that it was something. On the other hand, his upper body was burning with pain and was begginnig to feeel quite sore. Would he have the strength to continue his onsalught?

I'm very sorry, but I'm going to have to drop out of this battle. I won't have enough time due to school, which is a big bummer. Maybe we can continue this some other time, once again I apologize..

-TFS