Sticks and stones WILL break your bones. (ZGR)

Ora was bored.

Yes, Ora was extremely bored. Since his training at youth he had adopted an uncanny skill of disguising his emotions so he would not betray his thoughts and moves to an enemy, and this also effected Ora's mysterious appearance. However, today was different. The boy was so bored he was sure he would get into a fight without even knowing. This is because when Ora is bored, he is angry. And an angry sheikah is not a person you want to meet in the middle of nowhere. Which was where Ora was now.

Cloud, a small white stallion pony was trotting towards some hills situated directly to the north of them. These looked almost blue i the rising sunlight, with silver-white caps of snow decorating the tops of them. Riding on the back of this horse was Ora. As you may've noticed, Ora was not in the best of moods today. The young warrior looked up from reading a peice of parchment he had reread atleast ten times and observed the mountains. His eyes widened, and then they turned to a look of annoyance. He spoke his thoughts aloud, shouting as high as his voice coulkd reach. Cloud winced as he projtected his voice over the mountains.

"Were blocked! Blocked! How in the world will we be able to cross those mountains?"

[I]Be quiet. Im sure theres a path in the mountains,[I] His horse announced irritably.

Ora scanned the peice of parchment he had received. It was the only thing he could do, even though he had memorised the writing word for word.

Dear sir Ora,
You have been invited to a tournament of races. A warrior from each race is to attend, and, quite frankly, you are the only sheikah we could find. This tournament will take place at Grinterg, a city located near the mountains. It will start officially at midday. We expect you to be prompt.
Sandro Verityus


Ora crumpled up the note and stuck it into his pocket. As he did so he caught a whiff of smoke. Cloud appeared to have smelt it too; as she whinnied and stopped in her tracks. Ora narrowed his eyes, hoping that he could catcha glimpse of the smoke. Sure enough, there was some smoke rising from a pyramid-like object in the distance. Ora pressed Cloud onward, forcing her into a gallop.

It wasn't long before he reached his destination. What he thought was a pyramid was infact a small tent, and the smoke was emenating from a pathetically small fire, which had an old, withered man dressed in rags tending it. Ora dismounted his horse. The man looked up to see Ora, thusly revealing his face.

He had wrinkles covering his brow, and the odd otehr on otehr parts of his face. His face portrayed wisdom, and his somewhat toothy smile portrayed kindness. He brought out a vial from his pocket and shook it over the fire, causing it to roar skywards. He nodded in satisfaction.

" Perfect. Now for the food itself..."

He rummaged in his cloak and brought out a thin, silver stick- it had a white pearl affixed to the top and a vine coiled itself around it. He tapped it against the fire and a small pot appeared out of nowhere to sit on the fire, its contents bubbling contentedly away. He turned his attention back to Ora.

"Greetings, young one. Are you hungry?"

Ora shook his head, though he was. He would've thought it natural for him to have introduced himself by now. The man nodded in understanding. However, his next move was unexpected-He drew out his wand-thing so rapidly that Ora barely saw it; with a casual flick,a sofa conjured itself out of thin air, then zoomed forwards and knocked Ora's feet out from under him and made him collapse upon it in a heap.

"We may as well be comfortable," said the man pleasantly.

"I don't mean to be rude-" announced Ora in a tone that threatened rudeness in every syllable.

"Yet accidental rudeness happens alarmingly often," replied the man. "Best not to say much at all. On the other hand, My name is Malcomus Roragh. How do you do?"

"I am....rather well" muttered Ora. He heard an amused thought by Cloud, but ignored her. He though he saw Malcomus's eyes flicker towards the stallion, but dismissed it as tricks of the eyes. Malcolmus looked back at his pot and stirred it with his wand.

"Food is almost ready. However, when kray comes back, he will probably fight you for the food."

Ora blinked in confusion. "Kray?"

The man spoke without diverting his attention to Ora. " Yes, Kray. He is surprisingly territorial....for a human. I found him wandering about on this deserted plane and took him in for a few days. He says he came from "The dome" a place for great fighters. doubt his potential though. Ah, here is the man himself"

"Ora turned in his seat to see a teenager, aged about 17 or 19 heightwise- he looked inquisitively at Ora, though slightly alarmed. "Who's this?"

Malcolmus waved his hand at Ora. "This? this is Ora, a young sheikah warrior. He wishes to spar with you, Kray"

Kray chuckled. "Him? Hes only a kid"

Ora was startled at how Malcolmus knew his name, but he payed attention to Kray. " But I WILL best you in a fight, Kray. You underestimate me..."

Kray stepped forward. "Then prove it, shadow boy....."

BiC: yays, your turn.

Ooc: YAY! anyway i like the way you introduced Kray, now i get to start the fight!

Bic: “Okay I, will Dome boy” Ora snorted.

“Fine! You any weapons?” Kray questioned.

“Yup, I got this here Sabre.”

“All right Then.” Said Kray

So they stepped away from the tent and got ready to fight. Kray without letting ora get ready jumped up high and landed right next to her, he then punched him in the nose.

“Ouch! Come on play fair!” yelled Ora.

Ora pulled out his sabre and got into position. Kray, who was secretly making a fireball, ran up to Ora once more and threw the fireball in his face. Then with a quick reaction Ora swung his sabre right at Krays leg.

“NOT FIRE!” roared Ora.

“YEAH WELL YOUR NOT THE ONE WITH A CUT LEG! YOU ALMOST CUT IT OFF!” Kray also roared

Kray pulled out his dagger and cut Oras leg. Ora with so much rage punched Krays crouch, and Kray fell down to the ground.

“YOU F****** IDIOT, YOU NOW HOW MUCH THAT HURTS!”

“WELL YOUR NOT SCARED OF FIRE NOW ARE YOU?!”

They then started a big argument, when it was finally done they continued the unfair fight.

“Okay, no more mister nice guy” exclaimed Kray.

“MISTER NICE GUY?! You’re the one that stared this mess!” yelled Ora.

Ora ran up to Kray, jumped, did a back flip and kicked him in the face. Kray jumped up on his shoulders and started making more fireballs and pushing them in Oras face, but Kray had forgotten how much power he losses when makes the fireballs and fell to the ground with little energy left.

He might just be right. Thought Kray as he tried to get back on his feet.

Ooc: this is exiting!

OoC: Lol quite

BiC: Ora was stinned and shocked at the brutality of his oppponent. He was severely out of his battle technique and needed to calm himself down. Not to mention that his face had been burnt almost black with the amount of small fireballs pushed into his face. It was time to stop going easy on him and unleash his true potential.

Ora brought up his sabre, and moving as fast as the wind itself he twilred in the air and slashed at Kray's chest. it sliced open his shirt and left a red mark where it had hit. Now was the time for true strategic plans.

"Impas eye...." He whispered, his eyes closed for concentration.

A hazy, dark purple cloud erupted from Ora's hands. It stemmed towrds Kray, who was holding his chest. The cloud enveloped him an created a dome of shadow to entrap him. Ora stood back and heard Kray shouting out form it.

"What is this?!"

Ora rushed forwards, his sabre raised in the air.

As he hit the plume of darkness he sensed Kray in it. he proceeded to push him out of it and thusly force him into the ground. He held up hs hand, once again getting ready for a spell.

"Rauru's touch..."

He held it up to his face, and a bright light illuminated it. Ora slowly felt a soothign sensation as the burns healed back to skin. However, using this magic had tired Ora and he watched as Kray slwoly pushed himself from the ground.

"Time to fight with our blades, guy!"

He brought out his dagger and leapt for Ora's neck.

Ooc: i like where this is going!

Bic: Kray flying through the air towards Oras neck for once thought twice, but it was too late he was already and inch away from Oras neck, so Kray stabbed his neck with his dagger. Luckily for Ora it wasn’t too deep.

“H-heh, that wasn’t d-deep at all” stuttered Ora.

Ora had already lost some energy so the last thing he needed was blood loss. Kray then jumped up higher than he had before and was planing to body slam Ora but when Kray was half way down Ora had swung her sabre at Krays stomach, which sliced his top and left a good cut.

“Ah, d-damn it!” Kray said with a very weak voice.

This was the toughest fight Kray had ever been in. infact he hadn’t really been in many fights at all.

“Tendrils of darkness!” Ora yelled.

Then out of Oras hands came small dark whips that slowly went around Krays neck, strangling him. Kray tried to cut them with his dagger but it was no use, he needed a better blade.

“Ha, HA! How are you going to escape from this one? Huh?” Ora said confidently.

Kray was thinking of way to get out, he couldn’t think of anything. Then he thought of his fireballs. Okay this better work, I’ve only go one shot or I’ll probably faint Kray made the fire ball and threw at the whips, they slowly started to burn.

“Looks who’s escaping!” Kray exclaimed.

The whips had burnt to ashes so Kray slowly got up.

“H-how did y-you burn them?!” Ora said in astonishment.

“Heh, I guess my fireball got stronger!"

OoC: wow, this is going fast :| Ill edit this whn I have more CJ's. And ora is a boy, not a girl ^____^ I think you wrote "her" a few times.

Originally Posted by Jayolorin

OoC: wow, this is going fast :| Ill edit this whn I have more CJ's. And ora is a boy, not a girl ^____^ I think you wrote "her" a few times.

Ooc: yeah i think i did, sorry about that i just keep thinking hes a girl And what are CJ's?

CJs stand for creative juices, which is how much enthusiasm you have to write a good battle.

oh, ok cool! you better get some soon!

OoC: I found a creative juice box. *drinks* mmm mmm.

BiC: Ora was confused. How could the fireballs be able to extuingish the whips? He held his hand to his neck and healed himself using Rauru's touch, then leapt in again. He kicked Kyas face with his boot and heard a sickening crunch as Krays nose broke. The boy held a hand to his nose, attemptig to stem the flow of blood. Ora grinned confidently.

"I take it you don't know martial arts?"

Kray picked up his dagger and ran towards Ora. The sheikah boy simply backlfipped and karate chopped Krays neck, then proceeding to grab him and throw him to the ground. Kray didn't get up for a few seconds, and Ora could hear his ragged panting. he slowly psuhed himself up and glared at Ora.

"Unfair!"

He staggered a little, and Ora felt strangely staisfied. however, it was not over. Kray took his dagger and flung it, nrrowly missing Ora. However, it tore past him and into his cloak, choking him and sending him backwards. Ora ripped off the cloak and went into a warrior pose, holding his sabre pointing skyward.

"Ready?"

Kray conjured a fireball into his hand. he seemed to have improved with them as the battle had progressed. he hurled it at Ora, who sliced at ti hastily, but embers caught onto him and he screamed a sthey burnt away his clothing.

"Aaaaah! Get it off...."

He brushed it away with his hands, but the fire burnt away at his flesh on his neck and his hands. He fell to teh ground and started rolling around, the fire eventually subsiding. Kray stepped over top Ora and picked up his dagger. He stared down at Ora, who lay smouldering and beaten at the ground. ora did nothing, but only stared in horror at what was behind Kray. This distracted teh boy and Ora leapt up, kicking Kray in the chest and punching him twice in the face. Kray staggered back, tears forming in his eyes. There was only one thing that Ora could do.

"Inheritance of the shadows...."

Ora held his hands into the air and suddenly, massive amounts of black energy engulfed him, standing like a demon of death. He only uttered one word.

"Strike"

The shadowy form of Ora zoomed towards the ragged lookign Kray, who readied himself for the attack.

OoC: wow! this is getting good! my CJ's are a litle low right now and i dont much time either so ill edit this post when i get it done

EDIT: Bic: The shadow Ora zoomed with incredible towards Kray, he got into a dagger ready position as Ora came closer and closer.

“Here he comes.” Kray whispered to himself.

When Ora was about two inches away from Kray instead of attempting to attack Ora with his dagger he jumped and Ora went right under him. As soon as Kray landed he ran towards Oras back but unexpectedly tripped over a rock and landed right beneath Oras legs.

“Damn it.” shouted Kray.

Alright heres my chance thought Ora as he swung his sword into Krays leg.

“Y-yes hes o-ut f-for the c-ount!” said Ora as he fainted.

About 2 minutes later Kray slowly started to wake up.

“A-ah! Wh-what happened to Ora?” Kray questioned

Malcomus came up to Kray and told him that Ora had lost too much energy by turning into that shadow being.

“So, I won?” asked Kray.

“I wouldn’t jump to the gun boy.” exclaimed Malcomus.

“Alright so do we wait?”

“Yup, that’s pretty much what we have to do.” replied Malcomus.

OoC: i hope i got that spell right and sorry that was a short one

Ora's eyes flittered as he woke up. He pushed himself up slightly to see where he was.

He was in the tent he had seen before. The sheikah boy was confused until he realized- he had probably fallen unconscious after using so much energy. He caught a whiff of something cookie and resolved that Malcolmus and Kray were cooking something. He leapt to his feet and scrambled out of the white tent.

He saw Malcolmus sitting over the fire, roasting some marshmallows. His eyes twinkled mischievously as Ora emerged from his tent.

"Awake, are we?"

Ora nodded. He suddenly jumped as he came to realization about something.

"Where's Cloud?"

Malcolmus jerked his head to his left. “I do believe your charming horse is over there. Kray is trying to become acquainted with it, but it is rather stubborn."

Ora looked over to see Kray standing cautiously away from Cloud. The white stallion eyed the teenager with suspicion, never blinking. She suddenly turned to look at Ora and spoke mentally.

"This one is very strange. He offers me a carrot, yet than he takes it away! I believe he is trying to make a fool of me."

Ora narrowed his eyes and looked at Kray. "My horse dislikes you. I suggest you stay away from her, because she has an unpredictable nature”.

Kray looked to see Ora standing near him and jumped. He brought out his dagger and held it to the side, obviously expecting an attack from Ora. The sheikah boy was not concerned, however, and beckoned Cloud to come to him. The horse did so willingly, and Ora unsheathed his weapon as well.

“Round 2…..”

Ora leapt into the air, faster than Kray’s eyes could follow. The boy was merely purple blur as he swung down to attack Kray.

“This should be interesting” Said Malcolmus.

Kray pulled out his dagger ready for what was coming. Kray tried to deflect Oras sword with his dagger but it ended up being knocked out of his hand. Ora then quickly jumped and sung her sword down at Kray.

“Whoa!’ yelled Kray.

Ora then stabbed Krays side. Kray fell down in shock and pain but quickly got back up. He charged at Ora with all his might and kicked him in the face.

“Damn you!” shouted Ora.

Kray turned his back to Ora a started to conger up a fireball.

“What are you do…………damn it!” yelled Ora.

Kray turned around and slapped Ora with the fireball in his hand. Ora came beck with a punch to Krays chest. Kray stepped back; he picked up a rock and threw it at Ora. Ora put her hand out and deflected it, but she didn’t think it was going to come so fast and ended up hurting her hand a lot.

“Ouch…………..” said Ora.

Ora picked up the rock and put it behind his back.

“Kray!” Shouted Ora.

“Yeah?” Yelled Kray.

“Think………….FAST!” shouted Ora as she threw the rock right at his nose.

The rock hit Krays nose and it started to bleed. Kray covered up his nose with his hanky.

“I hate blood noses!” Kray shouted.

“Oh, you don’t say?” said Ora

“Humph”

OoC: By the way Whats that Raladins of Ice thing in your avvy?

OoC: It's a BA group i'm in. There are certain groups you can join if your invited.

Cool, very cool. How did you get invited?

Well, icy angel sent me a pm asking me to join. He usually picks people that he's battled before I think.

Cool! Now back to the fight, your turn i belive.

OoC: So it is.

Ora stepped bak and wiped some dead skin from his face, which ha been burnt again. Those fireballs that kray weilded were more of a nuisance than a real attack, but nonetheless, they were aggravating. Ora reached out with his mind and concentrated.

"Tendrils of darkness...."

Long, shadowy whip things erupted from Ora blade and caught Kray off gaurd. Ora lifted him into the air slwoly, trying not to show that his energy was draining rapidly. The tendrils thrashed and writhed, forcing Kray to and ffro in the air before throwing him onto the ground. It was time to get serious.

Kray groaned and was about to push himself up when Ora's steel boot came into contact with his already broken nose. Blood spurted out mercilessly as Kray was pushed back a fraction. He swiftly reached for his dagger and threw it at Ora, catching him in the shoulder.

"Aaaaargh!"

The boy tugged and ripped the dagger from his shoulder, removing a peice of flesh in the process. He threw the blood-stained dagger carelessly to the ground. Ora shivered and held a hand over the injury, using Raurus touch to slowly mend the wound. Meanwhile, Kray was upright again, dagger ready in his hand. Despite the fact that he was a rookie, he posessed ferocity that would come from an experienced warrior. He has potential, Ora thought as He parried a dagger thrust from Kray. he swirled around gracefully and slashed his sabre down, but Kray parried the blow and caught the blade on the dagger handle. It was not a weapon made for duels such as this, and sure enough, the handle was . Kray looked up at Ora, aghast.

"Look what you've done to my dagger!"

He frowned angrily and punched Ora square in the nose; perhaps payback from Krays still bleeding one. Ora leapt up and landed several hefty karate blows on Kray, forcing him back and giving him time to nurse his wounds. Ora seemed somewhat satisified, but he was not entirely sure that this was the end of Kray.

"Kray...This battle is over. You are a good fighter, but I am not sure you can continue fighting".

OoC: Here it is, the last installment.

Ic:

“Maybe so, but I’m not done yet!” Kray yelled.

He jumped up and flew towards Ora with his foot out in a kicking position. He was about three inches away when Ora slashed his sabre and cut Krays leg.

“Ugh, Aaargh!” Kray shouted with anger.

He ran towards Ora and punched him rapidly; Ora fell back. Kray stepped back, hoping to regain energy but Ora came back fast and kicked him.

“Face it, your done, you can’t go on!” shouted Ora.

Kray without thinking twice threw a fireball at him, Ora deflected it with his sabre; hitting Kray.

“It burns!” yelled Kray.

“Now you know how I feel.” exclaimed Ora.

Kray fell down on a rock; he became unconscious.

“It was fun while it lasted.” Said Ora.

Ora left Kray and went back to Malcomus.

“Got any food?” asked Ora.

“Yes, but please go and get Kray. You can’t just leave him there.” Said Malcomus.

“Ugh, Fine.”

Ora went back and picked up Kray; he put him down next to the camp.

OoC: I might as well give it a wonderful finale.^^

BiC:

Ora stared solemnly down at the body of Kray. The rooky warrior was indeed strong besides his appearance. Ora was shocked that he could've caused that much damage to him. He looked up at Malcolmus.

"I think you should take care of those injuries. He's gonna need strength for what he's going to encounter in the near future I think".

The old wizard Malcolmus nodded wisely.

"I can foresee what he will endure. Thankyou for sparring with him; He has strengthened with the experience. Now, before you leave, I should give you this".

Malcolmus held out a sandwich. Ora smiled and took it gratefully. The sheikah boy then dug in his pocket for something before dropping it onto Kray's unconsious form. Ora looked to the sun and started walking.

Macolmus looked at the talisman that had landed on Krays chest. His eyes widened as he realised what it was.

A shadow amulet.

These were extremely rare, as only the sheikahs held them. They were said to be able to create them easily. When a person besides a sheikah held it they would grow in strength and magic prowess. Malcolmus placed the thing back where he had gotten it from. He turned his eyes to see the lone figure slowly fade into the horizon.

"May the lords of light forever bless you, child. You will need it".

BiC: Very well done for your first battle.

Originally Posted by Jayolorin

BiC: Very well done for your first battle.

Thanks! I hope to do more!