ZU OB~Mirren vs. SearanoX

Heh, well bud, here we are again. Here we are, Jul 'kaed vs. Mirren, rematch to remember. Our fight last time was nothing *mainly my fault but.....* although this one is gonna be off the hook. This time we don't decide the battle and just make one of us win, this time the true better writer and battler wins. This is it man, the biggest of all battles and tournaments ever. This is the big time, like Wrestlemania of the WWE. This is where battlers, are gonna come to be legends. This is our chance to live forever here......and I plan to take taht shot the best I can. Now I know Jul 'Kaed would never do this, but you would. Good luck dude, I hope this one is good. Shake?

*Jul 'Kaed makes a sour face as he reluctantly shakes Mirren's hand*

Alright, who's going to start?

Arg, when I meant a hndshake, I meant between you and me.

Anyways I guess I'll start, good luck............

Mirren had been walking around a rocky cliff within the desert. It was night there, and very dark. Mirren could see the numerous torches around the desert, and out into the distance settlements and villages or forts. The fire from the torches lit up the drak desert quite a bit, and a bone-chilling wind blew by creating a hollow that flew right through you and terrified you. But Mirren was not the kind of child to be scared so easily. Unlike most children, there was really nothing that scared the boy. Nothing.

He wasn't afraid of this scary wind, he wasn't afraid of being all alone in the huge desert where thieves, beasts, and other great warriors scowered, he had never been afraid of thunder and lightning, he didn't mind the dark, there was no warrior he feared, he would go in and take on any monster that came at him.........the only real thing he feared, was the horrific thought of his friends and loved ones dying or being hurt~Nepsana, Taursus, Mardera, Impa, and especially Link and Zelda.

The wind blew again, and created another frightening hollow. Mirren narrowed his eyes, and walked over to a large rock. He sat down upon it, and rested. He watched over the entire desert, and could see the fires at the one fort down below quite a few miles from where he was on the rocky cliff. He sighed. He lay back against the rock, and crossed his arms. Right now, the boy was wearing a new armor. This wasn't the one mae and given to him by the Sages, but better. This new armor was a gift from the three Goddesses' of Hyrule, Din, Nayru, and Farore.

The armor was pretty simple, unlike the last one. It consisted or meerly a long indigo cape, a golden suit and padded armor, with shoulder pads made of a harder material, golden chianmail, and then mahony colored leather gauntlets. Now you might think why would such a weaker sounding armor be so powerful? Well the thing was, that the padded armor, was actually stronger than iron ore. It was made of normla soft material, looked, and felt that way, only it was stronger than any other armor in Hyrule.

As Mirren lay resting, he suddenly began to hear footsteps oddly enough. He could hear the sound of boots walking across a sandstone ground, and the sound of little stones being knocked away. Mirren sat up, and turned his head around to see what it was. Instantly, the boy's eyes widened in pure shock, and his mouth dropped.

It was Jul 'Kaed, one of the mightiest warriors Mirren had ever fought. The man who Mirren defeated before in their fight, but was badly wounded too. Mirren was frozen in shock, and deep down, he almost began to feel a little terror brewing. The God-like battler stood silently, and had his hardened eyes set right on the young child.

"I have been traveling across numerous lands for weeks now to find you child......" he said quietly with a somewhat disturbing tone in his voice, "now.....I have finally come upon you. Tonight is the time that I get my retrebution for our last fight boy.........."

ooc: You can have the first attack.

"You know, I have to congratulate you. I'm surprised you defeated me back there. If it weren't for your precious gods, however, I would have been the victor."

Jul 'Kaed slowly drew his blade, and held it in one hand. It was glowing, an icy blue colour. Mirren glanced at it, and was shocked to see the energy. He steeled himself, and drew his sword. It too glowed in the same hue as Jul 'Kaed's, only it's glow was much less menacing. His was the warm of love, peace, and harmony, but Jul 'Kaed's was the symbol of cold, hate, corruption, and death.

Mirren ran at Jul 'Kaed. He was often not one to attack first, but this time, he wanted this...demon dead and buried in the ground. He swung his sword, and it met air. Jul 'Kaed had easily sidestepped, his hair dancing like a silk scarf gracefully in the wind, and a grin on his face. Again, Mirren struck, but Jul 'Kaed easily dodged, and countered with a swipe. His sword clashed against Mirren's god-given armour. It was incredibly strong, and at the present, Jul 'Kaed could not penetrate it. Dodging another attack, he analyzed Mirren for exposed areas. There, on his neck, and again on the backs of his shins. Those were his targets.

He took a leap backwards as Mirren spun at him with his blade, and ended his spin facing away from his foe. Jul 'Kaed had his opening. He swung his sword at the boy's legs, but it caught the side of his armour, for he had quickly spun. However, it stunned the child, and he tripped over onto his rear. Mirren rolled backwards, and composed himself. Even with his godly armour, he was still not invincible.

Mirren stood breathing heavily. He wasn't too fatigued yet, but a bit tired. Jul 'Kaed was incredibly strong, and even mightier the first time they fought. Mirren remembered that last battle they had~

Mirren had been battling Blademaster, and they were having quite a good fight. They both had landed nice blows, and were also bleeding from one wound or so. Then he came. From out of no where Jul 'Kaed appeared, and annihilated him until the young warrior was forced to actually retreat. Mirren couldn't believe the power of the demon, and was eventually in a battle with him.

The first blow in the fight was landed by Jul 'Kaed, a powerful veryicla slash right on Mirren's shoulder. The blade sliced right through the boy's turtleneck, and ripped his skin open. Mirren was actually brought to his knees, and rived in pain as the blood poured from his wound.~

Jul 'Kaed was the first to land a hit in their last fight, and once again in this fight he did. It wasn't a major blow, but nevertheless a hit and one that hurt Mirren a little. The boy still stood looking into the demon's eyes, and planted his feet. He glared at him, and grasped the bronze hilt of the Goddesses' Sword tightly with both hands.

"You may have gotten the first blow in Jul 'Kaed.......but I'll the one to draw first blood......." Mirren said to himself in his head. With that, Mirren yelled out in fury, and flew at the demon. He did a tremedous cut with his sword, but Jul 'Kaed blocked it with ease. Mirren quickly pulled back, and did a flip over Jul 'Kaed. He alnded gracefully behind him, and the demon was obviously distracted by the boy's sudden arial tactics. The second Mirren landed, the boy spun his haed around, and did a thrust at Jul 'Kaed's lower back. The sacred sword was just about to dig into the demon's flesh, but at the very last second, Jul 'Kaed amazingly simply placed his blade correctly his back without looking, and parried Mirren's attack.

Instantly, the child's eyes widened with shock, and his mouth dropped. He was speechless, and only meer gasps came out from his mouth. Never had he seen anyone do what the demon just did, and no one had ever done that to Mirren for that matter. Not even he, the child who possessed the Triforce of Justice, was able to perform such a manuver. They both stood silent, Jul 'Kaed holding the sword the way it was blocking Mirren's blow, and Mirren kneeling down frozen in shock.

"Heh, didn't expect that didja kid?" Jul 'Kaed inquired with a bit of a smirk, "not surprised, afterall you've never seen someone do that, I know. Because I'm the most powerful thing you will have ever battled against.......and in this fight, you'll realize why I say that....." In a flash then, Jul 'Kaed suddenly pulled his blade from his back, and spun around. He had a firm grip with both hands on the hilt of his sword, and spun around preparing to slice Mirren's haed right off. He grinned at the thought of when he'd see the boy's severed head going flying, and within less than a second he'd see that. But as he came fully around, his blade only cut right through the night, desert air. His eyes widened a little, and he was surprised to see the boy not there. Suddenly, he heard a cry from above, and looked up into the air.

Mirren held his sword behind the back of his heda, and began to plummet down upon the demon. Jul 'Kaed froze, and was shocked at the fact that the boy had managed to evade his nearly God-like speed attack, and jump up into the air! He watched as the kid came down upon him, and soon brought the Goddesses' Sword down with him. The tip of the blade directly connected with Jul 'Kaed's forehed, and ripped right through it. Blood squirted from the fray, and Jul 'Kaed's eyes winced as she grunted loudly in pain. Mirren landed swiftly on his feet, and Jul 'Kaed was sent flying backwards. He landed hard on the sandstone ground, and alying riving in pain as crimson blood ran down his face and hands from his slash mark. Mirren breathed haebily, and had a fierce, intensitified look in his hazel eyes.

Pain. It was his existence. It overwhelmed him. They were one. Jul 'Kaed called upon his Master, who responded quickly. Jul 'Kaed was blinded by pain, but this was tolerable. He began murmering a chant under his breath, and his skin renewed itself, knitting back together. Mirren stood, horrified by what he was seeing. Jul 'Kaed opened his eyes, and their cold, blue gaze set on the boy. He grinned, and kicked at him. The child fell backwards, stunned by Jul 'Kaed's regenerative powers.

"Now you see how I came back, don't you? You injured me so much that any normal man wouldn't be able to recover. But...I am far from normal."

Jul 'Kaed stood, glaring down at the shocked boy. He waited, but the boy did nothing. He just sat there, horrified.

"Very well, then" said Jul 'Kaed. "I'll go."

He ran up to the boy, sword pointed forwards. He swiped, and Mirren barely managed to get away. Again, Jul 'Kaed attacked, and again, the child just dodged quickly. He could not get a hit on the boy. Jul 'Kaed decided a different strategy was necessary. He charged again, and this time, he jumped up, cape billowing behind him, and swiped at Mirren with his sword. The boy reacted, and jumped back at the last second. Jul 'Kaed landed, and eyed the boy, and spat. Mitten was petrified. What fun was it if the child didn't even fight back?

This was absolutley amazing. Mirren was actually afraid. The terror of Jul 'Kaed ran through his viens like the water of forest brook. He was so intimidating, like a vision in a nightmare. The demon warrior was so stromg, so terrifying, just looking into his eyes sent a chill down Mirren's spine. Goosebumps formed on his arms, and he trembled. He couldn't speak, but his mouth hung open, gasps coming from it. Jul 'Kaed stared at the fear-frozen boy, and looked serious instead of grinning or anything.

"Afraid of me kid?" he asked, "that's no surprise. After all look at how powerful I am this time. In our last fight you defeated me without too mcuh trouble, but now you're in for the fight of your life. But come on, get rid of that fear. It'll be no fun killing you if you don't even retaliate...." Jul 'Kaed then planted his feet, and eyed Mirren. His eyes were full of wickedness, and the child's with fear. The demon got a firm grip with both of his hands on the hilt of his sword. In a flash he rushed at Mirren, and sent a quick as lightning stab at the kid's face. Mirren was just able to snap out of his trance in time, and lift up the Goddesses' Sword to parry the attack.

They both grappled for a second, and within a few moments Jul 'Kaed pulled his weapon back, and sent a cut at Mirren's sternum. The tip of his blade slashed right across Mirren's hard apdded armor, leaving only a skid mark. Although there was no fatl injury, Mirren winced from the force of shock of the blow, and took a few steps back. Jul 'Kaed narrowed his eyes.

"That stupid child's armor is stronger as heck" he spoke to himself in his mind, "it's like he's got pure steel strapped to his body. How in God's name can that padded armor which is so soft and light to him be harder than iron ore!? Darn it, how am I supposed to break through that!?" As Jul 'Kaed gritted his teeth in frustration, he suddenly got a notion in his head. He thought about it, and realized it might work. He grinned. "Alright boy.....time to tear through that armor....." he whispered. He got in a quick battle stance, and then flew at Mirren.

The boy lifted his head up, and saw the oncoming demon warrior. His eyes widened in shock from the speed and incredible charge of Jul 'Kaed, and watched helplessly as he got closer. He saw as Jul 'Kaed swung his sword at his sternum once agian, and as he let free one hand of the hilt and ball it up into a fist. He knew he'd only be able to stop one, and got ready as Jul 'Kaed came at him.

He sent his sword straight across Mirren's sternum, and the tip of the blade exactly connected right on the mark where he slashed the boy last. But this time the tip of the blade didn't leave only a skid mark, but instead cut right through the armor and ripped Mirren's skin open. The child winced in pain, but focused on Jul 'Kaed's oncoming fist. It soatred at his face, and calculated it perfectly. He lifted up the Goddesses' Sword, and turned it sideways. The demon's fist smashed right onto the sharp part of it, and the blade dug right into. He roared in pain, and Mirren finally collapsed to the ground. He clutched his bleeding chest, and gritted his teeth from the stinging pain. He felt the crimson blood run down his stomach, and it cpntinued to hold the part of armor where the wound was.

Jul 'Kaed knelt down writhing in agony. There was a deep deep gash in between his middle and index finger, and blood poured from it continuously. He clutched it with his other hand, and the blood dripped through his fingers and onto the ground. The drops cascaded on the ground, and stained the sandstone with their crimson color.

Both of them had just left the fight at a standoff with their incredible tatocs. Jul 'Kaed with his strategy to slash directly on the damged part of Mirren's armor and break through it, and Mirren with his manuver to turn his sword with the blade facing Jul 'Kaed's fist and blocking the attack and damaging the demon warrior at the same time.

ooc: Okay you can reply now. Wow this is a really good battle!! ^_^

OoC: Just to let you know, Jul ‘Kaed doesn’t talk often, or in the way you’re showing. No biggie, but it’s not really his personality. Also, he isn’t necessarily a demon, though he does use demonic magic. If you want a good reference, take a look at the undead Arthas from Warcraft III, whom Jul ‘Kaed is based upon.

IC: Jul ‘Kaed lay on the hard sandstone, grasping his shattered and torn hand. It was nearly split open, a huge gash going straight down between his middle and index fingers. The pain was absolutely sensational. His hot, sticky blood dripped down to the ground, staining it red. His Master simultaneously congratulated and scolded him. He had done well to break open the child’s armour, but his methods were folly; it was a stupid plan, as he had left himself open to attack. Jul ‘Kaed cursed his simple-mindedness. He should have done something more creative than that. Slowly, he looked up at Mirren. He was tucked up on the ground, clenching his side, breathing slowly and heavily. It almost seemed like he was meditating to stop the flow of blood. Jul ‘Kaed grinned. Good, that would leave him with some time.

He called upon his Master, like he had done so many times, and began his rebirthing process. He chanted in a demonic tongue, faster and faster, until the words could not be differentiated from one another. Soon his hand had knit itself together, and the blood from the cracked sandstone had seeped its way back into his now-sealed wound. All that remained was the slight tinge of pain, but it was gone a moment later. Jul ‘Kaed grasped his sword in his restored hand, and looked up to see Mirren charging at him, the blade of the Goddesses’ Sword clenched in his bony hands. The blade glowed a light, ethereal blue, as it had during their last battle. Jul ‘Kaed tried to duck away, but the sword was rammed straight into the side of his upper arm, severing the muscle, and causing hot blood to mist in the air. Jul ‘Kaed clenched his teeth as a small grunt escaped his mouth. He should have been faster in his healing. The boy had obviously managed to stop the pain from the wound, or he would not be standing.

Jul ‘Kaed dodged a second strike, and a third, dancing in and out of the boy’s swipes. He was getting desperate, Jul ‘Kaed could see. He was panting with the exertion of the effort, and his side was still bleeding slightly. The boy couldn’t keep this up forever. Instead, Jul ‘Kaed sheathed his blade, and parried Mirren’s desperate attacks. Once the blade got too close, and clanged off of the front of his breastplate, denting it. Another attack came, harder this time, but it was dodged, leaving a slight rip in Jul ‘Kaed’s majestic black cape. The battle drew on, and Jul ‘Kaed began to get bored of it. He tripped Mirren up with his foot, and grabbed his sword out of the air. He quickly forced the boy to the ground, with his own sword pointed straight at his neck, ready to strike. Jul ‘Kaed smirked. “It ends here, boy. May the reaper go easy on your.”

He thrusted. The blade came forward to penetrate Mirren’s flesh…but it was caught a hair’s width from its target. Jul ‘Kaed gasped. How the boy had managed to do that, let alone force the blade back, was beyond his knowledge. He got up to draw his sword, letting Mirren’s go. Mirren retrieved it, and stood up straight. He spoke, as Jul ‘Kaed stood, bewildered.

“Don’t underestimate one so small. Just because I’m not as old as you are doesn’t mean I’m weak, either. You underestimated my skills the last time, and you have this time. It will be the death of you, freak.”

Notice to combatants, Tourments has been canceled due to user inactivty. Can't have a tournment if people don't particapte.

Maybe next time I can organzie this better.

What? Cancelled? Please, don't do this. I'm sure that people are participating...and if they don't we can simply take them out of the tournament.

BOOOOOO!!! That stinks like dog poo-poo!!:mad: But i can't blame ya KIshin, I'd do the same thing *breathes heavily* Wow, I thought you posted who you decided the winner to be! Phew! I wanted to get this one post in. Well Searano, you wanna just continue this fight? And then Kishin, could you just say after a while who you think did the best so we can see who would've really won and so one of use can have a fair victory?

Well here's my post anyways~


ooc: Well, this is the last day for our fight. I must say this has been the best I've been in, it's an honor to fight you. This'll be most definitely my final post for this fight, and maybe you'll get one last one in. But no matter what the out-come is for this fight, great job.

And yeah I know who Arthus is. Okay cool I understand everything. Sorry!

ic: Mirren had a fierce glare on Jul `Kaed. He sneered at the warrior, and he simply stared back at the boy. His eyes really showed no emotion at all. No anger, no rage, so happiness, no joy, no pleasure, nothing. But there was a deep sentiment around him which was greater than ever before.......wickedness. Mirren could feel the evil around him, and breathed heavily as he continued his glare and sneer at him. At that moment Mirren began to think of the second phase in his battle against Jul `Kaed. This was the point in the battle where the boy got his firs hit in on the demonic warrior~

After the insane vertical slash on his left shoulder, Mirren lay writhing in anguish. The deep gash had blood pouring from it, and it ran down his chest as it stained his green turtleneck with a crimson color. Jul `Kaed loomed over him, and the child could remember perfectly what he said-

"Heh, you're weak. Kinda obvious though.....I mean you are so scrawny after all....."-

At that point Jul `Kaed threw his head back and let out a wicked laugh. Mirren remembered hearing it echo throughout the arena, and that chill that surged down his spine. But as Jul `Kaed laughed, Mirren took advantage and pulled out the Thunder Diamond. With a quick powering up, he screamed in fury and unleashed a thunderbolt at point blank range on Jul `Kaed. It struck him head on, and sent him flying up into the air as he roared in pain. It blew him away, charring him and leaving his body smoking.~

Mirren stood breathing heavily, as that memory soared through his head like a falcon through the clear skies. He narrowed his eyes fiercely, and knew what his next battle tactic would be. He slowly and silently lifted up the Goddesses’ Sword a tiny bit, and held it with the tip pointing at Jul `Kaed at his torso. Jul `Kaed cocked an eyebrow at the boy, who figured he was still simply sneering at him, not noticing the sword at all. Mirren’s eyes flashed with fury, and he unleashed a scream as a beam of energy rocketed from the blade on the Goddesses’ Sword. It flew straight at the demonic warrior, but at the very last second, he suddenly flashed away without even taking a simple glimpse at the beam of energy. Mirren was a bit surprised to see him get away so fast it seemed like just a flash, but ignored that as he quickly pulled out the Thunder Diamond and began to charge it up. The beam exploded upon the sandstone, and numerous pebbles, stones, and large pieces of rock along with a ton of dirt and dust flew out from the fray. Jul `Kaed appeared behind Mirren still airborne, and now had both hands locked around the hilt of his sword. His eyes were hardened with intensity, and as he began to come down upon the boy, Mirren could hear the swish of the wind behind him, and his eyes widened as he turned around. His mouth dropped as he beheld Jul `Kaed, and froze. The warrior came down upon the boy, and with one swift cut of his sword, he slashed Mirren across the left hand and sent the Thunder Diamond soaring away. Mirren’s eyes winced, and he cried out in pain as his grasp on the Goddesses’ Sword broke. The sacred blade fell to the ground, and Mirren collapsed to his knees gritting his teeth and writhing in agony of the gash on his hand. Jul `Kaed loomed over him.

“Don’t try and use old tactics on me boy……it never works…..” he whispered. Jul `Kaed could hear his master’s voice in his head, telling him copious times to finish the boy off and slice him into two. Jul `Kaed simply gave a nod of his head, and glared down at Mirren as he still clutched his wounded hand next to his chest. Jul `Kaed clenched the hilt of his sword with a great grip, and slowly raised the blade behind his head. Mirren still knelt groaning in pain, and Jul `Kaed gave no emotion at all during this time. He then began to bring the sword down upon Mirren, but the very moment he made the slightest movement of his arms, Mirren suddenly pointed a ferociously glowing red crystal, and froze. Mirren’s hazel eyes were full of rage, and his glare showed even more of the hatred inside the child. He roared in fury, and unleashed a blast of fire right at Jul `Kaed from a point blank range. It hit the demonic warrior directly, and he screamed in pain as the inferno scorched his body and sent him flying up into the air. He could feel the extraordinarily powerful blaze burn away at his body, and incinerate his flesh. Mirren turned his head away from the explosion of heat and light, and actually felt off his knees and onto the sandstone ground from the force of it. The illumination began to diminish now, and Mirren gazed through his half opened eyes as he saw Jul `Kaed began to plunge to the earth. His entire body smoked from the fire, and he seemed motionless. He smashed on the ground, and Mirren could see where his garments were burnt to ashes and where his skin was charred. He knew he hadn’t killed the warrior, but came dang near close to doing so.

OoC: Hopefully Kishin will come to he senses and re-open the tournament. Anyways, I think this battle is just about over.

IC: Burning. His flesh was gone. His bones were black. His clothing was nearly gone. His armour was nearly destroyed. Jul ‘Kaed lay on the cold sandstone, his life burning away like a candle. He had not expected this. He could not have expected this. Even the boy’s tactics in the last battle could not compare to these. The brat. The stupid, foolish, brat. Jul ‘Kaed knew that he may be defeated for now, but like a phoenix, he would rise up from the ashes, anew. However, though he was close to becoming dust, Jul ‘Kaed knew that he could still take the child down with him.

He got up, his cold, blue eyes the only thing that was recognizable of his body. His hair was black and twisted, his skin cracked, brown, and bleeding. But even through all of this, Jul ‘Kaed managed to smirk at Mirren, who was sitting there, absolutely petrified of this…corpse. He simply stood in shock. Jul ‘Kaed chuckled, and called upon his Master. He came in a rush of knowledge. Jul ‘Kaed began to chant once more, the words arcane, the meaning unknown, and their language dead. He spoke faster and faster, and opened the palm of what was left of his hand. The light seemed to be sucked into his palm, creating a darkness so complete, than even Death himself would cower in fear of it. The only thing that continued to give off light was Mirren’s sword, and Jul ‘Kaed’s glowing unblinking eyes. Jul ‘Kaed began to walk forwards, towards the boy.

His bony feet met with the ground as he neared the horrified child, echoing throughout the unnatural night. As Jul ‘Kaed neared his victim, time itself began to slow, coming to a crawl. He saw a drop of swear fall off of Mirren’s chin, dropping silently to the ground below, creating an elegant splash. He looked down, and could see his skin deteriorating. He was still on fire, he realized, but he didn’t feel the pain. His nerve endings had been all but decimated by the flames. Looking back up, he was the boy frantically charge, screaming like a madman, his eyes closed. He swiped at Jul ‘Kaed as he neared, and took off his left arm. Again he attacked, smashing the top of his head, splintering what was left of his skull, and removing the top of his cranium. He slashed again, and his sword removed the rest of Jul ‘Kaed’s left arm. Jul ‘Kaed was now standing over the boy. He tried to speak, but his voice was gone. He mouthed the words anyway, and Mirren read them easily.

“Goodbye.”

Jul ‘Kaed slammed his remaining fist into Mirren’s gut. The boy screamed in agony as a sharp, freezing pain shot through his entire body. The blackness became so absolute that even his sword failed to provide light. Screams ensued – horrible, demonic screams, screams of tortured souls, and those that Jul ‘Kaed had felled in battle. The shrieks seemed to last forever, but after a time, they lifted, and the light slowly returned, revealing what was left of Mirren: a smear of red on the cracked sandstone, with Jul ‘Kaed’s dismembered, blackened body laying over it.

Jul ‘Kaed grinned. He had done it. He had finally defeated the boy. His Master would be most pleased.

And then he began his rebirthing.

(Go ahead, and finish your fight, but don't worry if I can revamp the Ba how I want it to be revamped Things will flow much much more smother.