Practice fight (any just-approved person)

OoC: Okay, so I have just made my new character, Jake/Drake. (link in my sig)

I want to test him out and check to see if he is up to my own standards. Also, since I am using him as a character in my book (not yet, but eventually), I would like to see what I can make him do. Also a good way for anyone to learn how to fight if they're new, though I would prefer an experienced writer if I can get them.

BiC:

Jake walked slowly, measuring his strides with precision. He wasn't doing it to be serious though... he actually just thought of how funny he looked while doing it. It wasn't like anybody was watching, right?

He re-read the paper that had been sent to him: New threat. Wanted for elimination immediately. Will pay 300 silver peices for delivery of evidence of death. Payment delivered immediately on delivery.

There were other details, sure, but the main thing was the 300 silver peices. Melted down and put together, it could make a quite hefty sum... Or he could keep it for himself. Gold was good, rupees were okay, but silver.... it was the god of all metals, hands down.

Apparently this particular threat was a thorn in some people's sides. A fighter, perhaps? Or a bounty hunter from a rival area?

Who cared?

Jake let his left hand wander to his back, where the Tremerion was sheathed. He patted it like it was an old friend.

"Not much longer to walk... Then you can do your job. Maybe after this I can add that extra layer of silver over you."

He pulled his hand back, repositioning his blue sunglasses slightly as he did so. This was fun, tracking down prey.

The forest around him was cool. Sure, the trees were thick and the ground was muddy, but that meant only a few things to him: It couldn't catch fire easily and it was hard to escape.

Coming in on a clearing, which was devoid of everything but browning flowers, he sighed.

Yup... he was lost.

"What are you doing here?"

It was a calm voice, but it possesed a voice that had a sort of authority.

Jake turned around to face his prey...

OOC: I'm an experianced BA participant, but the character I'm going to use is new. I'm using Ziran, link in sig.

Bic: Ziran held a throwing knife to the back of the intruder's head. "I'll repeat again, if your not so well off in the hearing department, 'who are you'?" He had been resting in the area. Occasionally he would venture into the nearby town, as that was where many of his bounties were. He usually let the people get away however, as he didn't want to have a reason to leave the peaceful clearing that he had been living in.

"So, your the bounty I've been hired to kill?" asked Jake. Ziran raised an eyebrow. "Oi, someone's been putting a bounty on my head eh? Oh well, being a bounty hunter means taking bounties. I'll give you an honorable fight." Ziran flicked his wrist and threw the throwing knife at an angle into the air, it flipped up and he caught it.

Ziran flipped over Jake, so that they were facing eye to eye. "Just for a bit of introducing before we fight, my names Ziran, and I'm Eye-Rish." It was now Jake's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Irish?" Ziran shook his head. "No, Eye-Rish. It's what the other natives of my land called my tribe. We were called the Eye-Rish, or Blue Eye clan, because none of us were ever born with any color eyes, other than blue. Rish is Blue in their language."

OoC: Ah yes, I've seen you in the Battle Arena before...

BiC:

Jake smiled.

"Jake, at your service! And I have a question for you..."

There was a moment of silence, and then Ziran lost his patience.

"Well, what is it?"

Jake smiled, "Actually, I have two. Firstly, you're a bounty hunter then, right?"

Ziran nodded his head.

"Okay, question number 2: Why did the bounty hunter cross the road?"

Ziran gave Jake a bewildered look, "Why...?"

"To kill the idiot that didn't pay him!"

Jake did a quick spin, crouching low and pushing out his left leg. Ziran had already jumped backwards, however. All Jake hit was air.

"Cool, you were relaxed enough to talk, yet you never let your guard down. I never actually fought another bounty hunter... this should be fun."

With that, Jake unstrapped his Tremerion. He twirled it once, just to make sure it was acting its usual, and then crouched low once more. The sunglasses he had over his eyes made it invisible to Ziran, but Jake closed his right eye, allowing his dragon eye to take over. With that, he would be able to see easier than a normal human would. He quickly analyzed his opponent.

He smiled as if he had already won.

"You know, all I have to do is bring back proof of your death. Maybe a finger... I'm good enough to admit that I am not the best fighter. No, wait... I would need a hand."

Ziran crouched low as well, waiting for Jake to make the first move.

"You're never going to get one."

Jake made the first move, just as Ziran had expected. He lunged forward and stabbed at Ziran with his weapon. Ziran pulled his own weapon, a kusari gama (read his bio to find out what that is), and wrapped the chain part around the blade. He spun, and tore the weapon out of Jake's hands.

Ziran flung the weapon away, and put his own weapon away. "Oi, lets see how good ye are at a fist fight." he said. He started to prance around like a boxer. Jake growled and tried to backhand Ziran. The windigo caught Jake's fist, and created a whirlwind around his other hand.

Ziran was about to slam this whirlwind down on Jake's arm, but Jake kicked him in the face. Ziran stumbled backwards but quickly regained his posture. "Oi, good one mate."

Jake suddenly looked uncomfortable, "Um... you don't want me to do hand-to-hand. It would be over too quickly."

"What? Are you that bad?"

Jake got out of the way of the man, using evading moves going purely by instinct, "No, but you don't want to say hi to me when I'm Drake."

Ziran shook his head as the young bounty hunter avoided his grasp, "Oi, what are you going on about?"

He finally landed a blow on Jake's face. The blue sunglasses were knocked assunder, and Jake immediately covered his left eye. Ziran laughed, "Hah! Got your eye, did I?"

Jake shrugged, "No."

"Then why the heck are you coverin' it?"

Jake took a deep breath and removed his hand. Slowly, he opened his eye.

Ziran gasped as the dragon eye stared at him with curiosity. Besides, not once in Jake's bounty hunting career had he ever had to use Drake. In fact, none of his opponents were ever clued in about it.

"I'm not exactly human," Jake stated with a mixture of anger and sadness.

Slowly, his transformation took place. It started with the eyebrows becoming yellowed spike, and then it spread to the rest of his body. Drake looed back at Ziran as the mercenary started in bewilderment.

Lucking, Jake had remembered the sight of the strange bounty hunter's hand. Wind... No using the wings.

With that, Drake lunged at his opponent.

"Now if only we had some booze, then this party would be a full party, but oh well." laughed Ziran. Drake suddenly stopped. He was completely surprised. Nobody had ever kept their cool while he was in his dragon form, especially not weirdos like Ziran.

"I'm nowhere near human ya know." smiled Ziran. Covering his entire body in a massive whirlwind, Ziran flew at Drake. Drake jumped out of the way, but the force of the wind was still able to blow him back a few feet.

Ziran spun around and flew at Drake again.

Drake dodged and stuck out his claws. They cut into the fabric of Ziran's clothes, ut they would have gone deeper if it were not for the wind... It was so fierce that he was barely been able to stick the claw out that far.

"Time for my ultimate attack!" Stated Drake.

He dug into the pocket of his pats and pulled out a ball about as big as a fist. He threw it into the whirlwind.

Ziran saw the ball and hastily dodged it. At first he had thought he dodged it, but then he realized that the ball was still there! It was being held in by the wind! Not wanting to be killed by this "ultimate attack" Ziran ceased his wind. The ball fell to the ground with a dull thud.

The two watched as a crack formed in the ball... the ball split...

And a little sign saying "gotcha" popped out.

"Hahahahaha!" Roared Drake as he ran at Ziran, full speed.

OOC: Sorry it took so long for me to post. I've been sick, so I haven't really been able to think of anything for a while.

BIC: "For the love of chubby lambs..." sighed Ziran. Drake rammed him head-on, and knocked him through one of the nearby trees. Before Ziran could stand up, Drake jumped up and slammed down on top of him.

When Drake jumped up again, Ziran rolled onto his back. A sudden burst of wind blew Drake off course, and straight into the branches of a nearby tree. Ziran took the time he had attained to stand up and ready a few throwing weapons hidden in his sleeves.

OoC: interesting... throwing weapons

BiC:

Drake struggled for a moment to get out of the tree. As he fell, he pondered the best attack on this wind-person. As a solution presented itself, he smiled secretly to himself.

Ziran threw his weapons at the exact moment Drake tried to elbow-slam into him. As the weapons came at Drake, his left eye started to do its work.

Everything seemed to slow just slightly. A second slower, to be exact. Due to his velocity, Drake couldn't totally avoid the various pointed throwing weapons, but that was okay: his scales would absorb the worst of them.

He did a strange turn, like a bow that led to a crouch. Three of the five weapons missed him completely, and he was able to be only clipped by another. The fifth weapon, however, hit him hard. Drake groaned in pain as the weapon seemed to sprout from the middle of his left claw. Luckily, no veins or bones had been hit. Still, it hurt horribly.

"You dodged most of them... interesting. In the end, I guess, it is to be expected. I hear dragon's eyes are very much better than that of a human's." Ziran laughed as Drake bit back his pain and pulled out the weapon. He seemed to fall to the ground for a moment...

Drake smiled a dragon-toothed grin and picked up his prize. The Tremerion, which had been knocked away earlier, was now resting in his right hand. Slowly, scales became skin. The teeth became human, and Drake's tail shrank away to nothing. His wings followed the example.

Jake stood up and smiled once more.

"My Tremerion should do it..."

Ziran laughed aloud, "You can't possibly fight me with that crude thing!"

"You really think so? I disagree. Tremerion here was made by me with every microscopic detail in mind. Every second, every minute, every hour of every day, I worked for just this type of occasion. I sanded the wood until it was smoother than water. I sharpened the blades until they could cut an idle hair. I put my very soul into this weapon... and with my soul, I will cut through your wind!"

Ziran smiled. "Does that mean that you're ready for an actual fight rather than the playing we were doing?" he snickerred. Jake smiled back, and circled Ziran with the tremorian held in an offensive position.

"This," said Ziran as he unstrapped his own weapon, "is called a Kusarai-Gama. It is made from a rare, and unbreakable metal which is made in the deepest canyons of the northern valley. It is made," Ziran slid his finger over the flat side of the scythe blade of his weapon, "of a scythe blade which is attached, through a chain, to a semi-heavy weight."

Ziran started to swing the weighted end of his weapon. "The whole thing is a weapon in each area. The weight gets through defenses and breaks weaker weapons, the scythe blade deals the finishing blow, or can be used for simply attacking. The chain itself however, can be used as a stealth weapon to choke a foe."

Now that his little explanation of his culture's favored weapon was finished, Ziran suddenly disappeared. "Where did you go!" shouted Jake, while looking back and forth for any signs of the red headed wind master. "You just have to look really well." said Ziran's voice from behind Jake.

Jake spun around, and felt something heavy slam into his stomach. Clutching his stomach from the deep pain, and catching his breath, Jake noticed that a faint outline of Ziran could be seen.

OoC: Gah! I was hoping you wouldn't play that card so early on! Oh well, no use crying over a properly-planned move. However, Jake does have an eye for detail.

BiC:

As Jake tried to buy time, he struck up the conversation again.

"You know, we are quite alike."

A voice echoed through the clearing, "How so?"

"For instance, we both use scythe blades. True, they are variations of the original scythe, but you've got to admit, it is quite a coincidence. You wear white, I wear white. Also, we prefer to measure each other's strength by concealing our talents. Sure, we have certain traits that are completely different. You control the wind, and when I'm Drake I depend on the wind. Yet you and I are both bounty hunters... Coincidences upon coincidences. You must admit, it is very strange."

"Perhaps," Ziran's voice echoed through the clearing again, "But we also have out our own callings, aye? You are a dragon-man, and I am a windigo."

"A windigo? What exactly is that?"

"It does not matter. The truth is, we may be the same in appearance and profession, but that is where the coincidences stop. You and I are enemies, that's all that matters for the moment."

So, Jake thought to himself, Another coincidence: We each like to keep the decision we've made. He's decided to see this fight through, even though he probably doesn't know if I mean bad or good. And I... I fight to reclaim my past. Those who cannot help me are just mere people, in my mind. Keep telling yourself "this is just another job."

With that, Jake let his right eye close once more. It did not work fully unless he was in dragon-form, but it would still help him see Ziran in this new transparent form. Apparently Ziran noticed this too, because this time the unseen scythe cut through the air. All Jake could do was hope that he could judge where it was on sound and what little sight he could rely on. It worked, at least slightly. The chain, along with its deadly scythe blade, missed him. However, it wrapped around the Tremerion.

As the pull of the chain alerted Jake to the situation, he could not help but feel scared. This man was like nobody he had ever fought before. He had no desire to drag out this fight: he would end it as efficiently as possible. Normally, an opponent gloated and revealed themselves at a crucial moment.

Not Ziran.

Not the pull of the chain became harder. Jake had to wrap both hands around the Tremerion, wincing as his left hand stung from its wound. He pulled slowly, trying to reclaim his weapon. The clink of chains was suddenly all around him. As he pulled harder, he was aware that the pull was from a different direction now. As his left eye scanned the area, he learned this much: The chain had been rigged into a pully system. The puller had wrapped the chain around a tree, being able to pull from even behind-

"Gotcha now!"

The Tremerion was suddenly released, but only because the weight from Ziran's weapon had been released. Aprehension dawned on Jake as four throwing wepons hit their marks on certain areas of his back. A trap!

"Gah!" Jake's pain was becoming audible now, seeing as he could no longer keep a strong face.

"What will you do now, dragon-man?"

A crackle of laughter came unwillingly to Jake's mouth. As he tried to hold it back, only more came. Black scales formed on his cheeks, though the transformation wasn't a full one. He pulled on the Tremerion, freeing his weapon from the clutches of the chained weapon.

Still laughing a now crazed laugh, Jake reached behind himself and pulled the throwing weapons from his back. They clinked onto the ground, their sounds muffled by the blood that was on them.

Finally transforming into a dragon, this time with black scales, Drake took the Tremerion into his right hand again. As he continued to laugh, he spun the weapon until every one of its movements was a blur.

"The fight has just begun!" came the dragonic voice of Drake.

Ziran laughed and used the wind to blow himself around Drake in circles. The windigo threw throwing knives and various other throwing weapons at Drake as he circled him. Ziran made sure that the weapons did actual damage rather than simply scratching Drake's hard scales however, by using the wind to increase the force of the weapons.

Ziran closed his eyes and let out a lot more laughter. "This is fun!" he shouted. Drake snarled, and attacked where the windigo's voice had come from. He struck his claw in the direction of a faint outline. Crimson blood trickled off of Drake's claw as it stuck into Ziran's gut. "Your right, it is more fun now." snarled Drake.

Ziran focused wind energy around his fist to form a whirlwind, and then gave Drake a haymaker to the face. After Drake stumbled back from the force of the blow, Ziran flicked the scythe blade part of his weapon across Drake's chest. The cut was almost as deep as the gash Drake had made in Ziran, and was halfway across Drake's chest.

Now the real fighting had begun.

OoC: And Drake just let you keep pounding into him with your weapons? Er, I guess you've already decided who won this fight.

BiC:

C'mon! This is the point that you've been training for! All those hours in secret, just so you can do this!

Drake smiled and spun Tremerion even faster, the weapon going on stronger than he believed possible because of the wind that Ziran used. Even now, he felt weapons embeding themselves in his hide. Had he been a little more focused on his physical being, Drake would have roared in pain. However, all of his concentratoin was focused on his weapon. Normally, he would never even have considered using the Tremerion as Drake. This time, however, he needed the power that was involved.

Finally deciding he had enough power, Drake released the weapon randomly. Well, not exactly randomly... He could smell fresh blood where Ziran was, and his Dragon-nose directed him to the source.

As Tremerion spun towards the strange being, Drake couldn't help but smile. Ziran dodged the weapon, only to have the weapon go towards him once more.

"What the...?"

"My Tremerion has one specific abilty, which I have honed to the point of mastery. I can, with enough power, choose the exact path I want it to go. Once I have it in mind, I merely have to release it. The only disadvantage is that I cannot change the path after I've chosen. As long as I can predict your moves, I can guess what to tell Tremerion to do."

As the weapon turned at an odd angle, and returned to Drake's outstretched hand. He moved his hand with no fear at all: the weapon's path had been well-chosen.

Suddenly, the weapon leaped back towards the trees around the clearing. There was a small groan, and then the Tremerion whized back to Drake's side. He caught it with little to no problem.

NOW the fight had started.

Ziran knew that Drake was using a powerful move, but didn't care. He was going to use a powerful move as well. He ran towards Drake, changing back to his fully visible self. Time seemed to slow down as the Tremorian lurched towards Ziran again.

The windigo used the full extent of his wind powers to make an entire hurricane follow him. Trees were being blown out from the ground, and even boulders and rocks were being lifted in the powerful wind. The Tremorian stabbed through Ziran's left shoulder, and returned to Drake. Ziran didn't care about the wound, as the wind was now so powerful that he was being forced forward due to the wind, rather than continuing to run.

Drake was sent flying through the air when Ziran collided with him. The collected force of the huricane had smashed Drake through several tree branches, and even a tree trunk or two. Ziran kneeled down when the wind died down. He was going to catch his breath before Drake recovered from the powerful blow.

OoC: As much as I enjoy this battle, I find more and more instances where I am fed up with my schoolwork and such. By the lengths of time you take to post sometimes, I'm judging you have similar issues. I will end it here then.

BiC:

Drake never got up.

At first Ziran believed it to be a bluff, but then he noticed that the Tremerion was still airborne. He watched as it embeded itself right above Drake's head. It was so close, in fact, that a trickle of blood slid down his forehead.

And then, something that surprised Ziran the most happened. A snore escaped Drake, and he slowly became Jake again.

Ziran raised an eyebrow and considered all of this.

Jake... had been exhausted... So he had fallen asleep. The blood and energy loss must have been great indeed.

Ziran looked the dragon-man up and down. Had the man been fully human, he would have died from those wounds...

With half a laugh, the windague walked away, allowing the rest of his winds to fade off.

"Crazy bounty hunters... I can never figure them out... Even as one."

OOC: Great ending. Your right about the school work thing. The reasons I didn't post very often in this battle were that, and it's harder to think of new ideas for Ziran than it is for Gorin, Harges, or Darges.