Walking The City Streets (Any 1 person)

OoC: Like the title says only one person for this battle. If you cn't tell by my post this battle takes place in London so I would prefer not to see any cyborgs or cave men. Unless the cave men are cyborgs because I guess that evens out.

Oh way I am using Namir my new guy. Check profile in sig for more details.
BiC:

The clear moon wavered above the head of the stranger. He was new to the town its pebbled roads and tall buildings. Tat whole setting was new to him, but still he hated it. Even in the dead on night you could here a child crying in the distance, or some sort of commotion in one of the many bars, Yes, he did prefer it in his home land of Inutar, but he knew he had a mission to accomplish and revenge must be sought before he reaches his death bed. That could not be to far away I might add for he was almost seventy, but was in better shape then most half his age, however I am drawing away from the story allow me to continue.

He was visiting a city known as “London” of course he didn’t know where it was for he didn’t need to. He did know, however that there was someone in this city who knew where a elemental stone of Hagdrad, and of course he meant to find that man to retrieve his information, by force if necessary. He wasn’t told much before the council let him out on his mission except that where he was going; he was going to find trouble. A good thought for if trouble found him he would be able to question that who tried for this trouble. Surly anyone who lives in a place such as this will know very little about the art of swordplay. kept on running threw his head.

He continually walked down the cold hard streets until he heard a sound not far behind him. It was the sound of a breaking twig, or disturbed rocks. Whatever the sound was he heard it and knew it was coming towards him. That was fast, he thought to himself, while he continued to walk down the dark street. Twice more he heard the snap, or rattle, still it did not matter what the noise was all that mattered is that the person or “thing” following him was getting closer with every step.

Once more he heard the snap, or at least I believe it was a snap anyways. It was really close this time and soon he knew it would attack. As for most times he believed something he was of course right, and the shadowy figure that followed in his footsteps dived for the old fool. Only that old fool had a quicker reaction time and saw the “thing” jump from the corer of his eye, and at the last second, yes it always seems to be at the last second sorry back on topic. He ducked the ‘thing just before it got to him sending it flying to it’s face in front of him and into the shadows of the street.

“Attacking an old man from behind. What has come of you people now a day? Now that you have decided so kindly to try and jump me get up out of the shadows and show yourself, your not afraid of an old fool are you?” Namir said grinning.

Darril spun over in the crisp, cool air, the wind whistling under his wings. Below him, a large city spread for miles, tall, gothic buildings reaching up into the heavens. The Dragoon wasn't quite sure how he had gotten here, but he had a feeling that he wans't even on the same world that he had been. Thats fine with me. He thought nonchalantly. The world he had previously been on held very little for him, and he liked exploring new and exotic places.

Winging around a tall tower that penetrated the clouds above him, the Dragoon snapped his wings closed and just fell for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the free fall. Whipping his wings out again as he broke through another layer of clouds, the young man saw something out of the corner of his eye. A large man was standing over a little boy, who was clothed only in rags.

His keen eyes narrowing, the Dragoon dove, pulling his wings in close. About tree level, he snapped his wings open and slowed his decent, falling between the old man and child. The boy shrieked in terror and darted into the darkness behind Darril, his cries echoing off the tall buildings surrounding them.

"Just who do you think you are, attacking a starving child?" Darril asked dangerously, moving his hand to the hilt of his broadsword as he saw the large blade poking over the man's shoulder.

ooC: Fire against fire. interesting choice.

BiC:

“The kid attacked me first,” Namir explained.

“LIAR,” The winged stranger growled.

“Why would I attack a helpless kid?” Namir questioned to the imposing man.

“I don’t know your motives I don’t care to find out,” The dragoon answered, “If you value your life you will leave now.”

“Are you challenging me? Very well if you seek death you shall find it,” The white robbed man responded pulling out his naginata by the name of Sesit. The fire dragoon not being one to back down also pulled out his blade. With the moonlight shimmering off their blades, the stranger decided to attack first. The man attack down at the head of Namir but the old man blocked it with ease and sliced with the other end of his blade. Normally an attack such as that would do major damage but this so called man used his wings to block the attack and his blade bounced right off.
Ok that is a good thing to know, nothing can penetrate this mans wings. Namir thought to himself.

Backing up he readied himself for the next attack. The dragoon struck again with even more fury. This time when the two blades met the stayed connected in a blade lock. Pushing with all his might Namir was starting to get the upper hand in the lock until suddenly his opponent’s blade burst into flames. The sight was enough to distract Namir enough for his opponent to kick him to the ground. The flame dragoon loomed above him posed to attack, and he did just that plunging his blade downwards where the old mans chest was.

The white robbed man was just able to roll out of the way in time miss death, and get far enough away that his opponent blade could not hit him. The dragoon had another idea; instead of attacking with his blade the dragoon threw a ball of fire at his aging opponent. Namir knowing he wouldn’t be able to duck in time sent his own ball of fire at the one coming at him. The two flames connected in mid air and burst into a great flame that lighted up the city streets for miles.

The old man just smiled at the look of surprise from the dragoon. As he expected the stranger underestimated his ability and that would be the key to victory.

OoC: Before when you said you where looking forward to facing me again dose that mean you wernt looking forward the first time? Oh that is sort mean

OoC: No, it means that the first one was so good, that I want to fight you again.

BiC: Ok, he has fire powers. Darril thought, whirling his blade around in front of him. No problem, mine are probably stronger. The dragoon leapt forward, his sword flaring in a sudden burst of flames. The old man winced at the sudden light, giving Darril the opening he was hoping for. The dragoon ducked under a wild swing and punched Namir in the gut with the hilt of his broadsword.

The old man grunted, but recovered in time to punch down at the winged-man with his fist. The man's knuckled collided with the back of Darril's head, sending him to the ground, stars flashing in his eyes. Blinking rapidly, Darril cleared his vision in time to see Namir standing over him, sword raised and ready to plunge down into the dragoon's exposed stomach.

As the blade moved downward, Darril threw up his hands to intercept it, hard scales and talons growing on them as they shot up. Darril grabbed the blade with his transformed hands, stopping it just above his chest. The two men grunted with strain, each trying to overpower the other. Gradually, Darril gained the upper hand, pushing the blade away. Well, I'm stronger than he is, even laying down on my back. Thats good to know.

Holding the blade away at arm's length, the dragoon swung his legs up, pointing his feet at the old man. A sudden jet of flame shot out of them, engulfing the warrior. Namir cried out in pain and backed off, dropping to the ground and rolling around in order to put the flames out. Finally, he managed to smother them, and got to his feet.

The flames had mostly engulfed his mid-section, leaving his face unharmed, but they had made a visible effect at least. The old man's white cape was now in tatters, only half of it's original length and the edges charred black. Likewise, his tunic was also burnt, although not as badly. Soot and dirt were smudged all over the man's face and clothes, leaving him with the likeness of a begger.

Darril laughed at Namir's ridiculious appearance, leaving the old man's dignity as tattered as his cloak. Growling, the man leapt at the dragoon, twirling his blade around his body. A jet of fire under his feet sent Darril flying over the charge and Namir. Flying over the man's head, Darril summoned a ball of fire into his left hand and grabbed the old man's sword, sending the flames down along the blade.

The flames licked at Namir's hands, but he wouldn't let go. Instead, he retailated by sending an electrical charge up the length of the blade. Darril chattered incoherently for a moment as the shock traveled through his body before flying through the air and landing in a smoking heap.

"Ow." The dragoon complained, shaking his arms loosely as he stood up. "You'll pay for that!"

ooC: Shhh i was joking, i never use smilies when i am serious.

BiC:

“Hmm a dragoon, I haven’t seen one of those in a long time,” The old man said with a smirk.

“How dose a old fool like you know of us dragoons,” The half dragon snorted.

“That doesn’t mater all that matters is that I do, and I know the subtleties of there fighting style,” Said Namir with confidence,” Now it is time to fear.” With that he held up his hand. The small bits of electricity pulsing from his hand danced to the ways of the wind, blowing ever so quietly the wind could slightly control the movement patters of the little electricity, but the wind had little power when Namir chose the direction of the dancing yellow bolts. With shear confidence he shot his hand outward sending bolts of electricity at the dragoon.

Darril thought quickly and brought his large blue-green wings over his body creating a shield of sorts. The lightning shot fast and covered the dragoon’s wings creating an orb of yellow streaks. With all his might he pushed out his wings to there full wingspan sending the bolts of electricity flying away from him.

It was now the dragoons turn to unleash the pain, cupping his hands together he sent out a giant stream of red and orange flames heading straight for Namir. Out of desperation the wise old warrior sent out a streak of fire of his own connecting with his opponents. The force of the to streaks sent the two warriors back a few feet, but still there flames held, creating a wall of fire where the two connected.

Pushing with all his might Namir sent out even more fire pushing back his opponents flame a little bit, however the dragoon retaliated and the flames re-centered them selves. Tilting his flame up just a tad the dragoon’s flame flew into the air upwards, followed shortly after by old mans. Namir’s flame and Darril’s flames twirled together creating a great twisting pillar of fire high into the sky.

Namir was the first to retract his flame because the intense heat was getting too him. The dragoon soon followed not affected at all by the raging flame that had just erupted. Flying into the air the flame dragoon seemed to have the upper hand. Seething his sword Darril held his hands upwards as to balls of fire appeared floating above his hands. With the force of a dragon he threw the fire balls at his weakened opponent, However using his double ended blade Namir was able to hit the too balls of fire back at its sender. One of the flames missed completely but the other was a direct hit on the unprotected dragoon.

But when the man should have been in pain he simply laughed, it was only then when he realized that his adversary was immune to fire.

Darril raised both hands above his head, his energy renewed thanks to the fire attacks by the old man. Fire burst into existance in his hands, forming into a gaint ball of seering heat. Pulling back, the Dragoon launched the fireball with all of his might. Namir slashed out with his sword, sending a fireball of his own to intercept Darril's.

But the fireball was merely swallowed up and absorbed, unable to stop it's larger counter-part. The old man's eyes widened as the fireball grew even bigger as it it sped towards him. Abandoning countering in favor of escapse, the white haired man turned and fled down the street.

But the warrior was unable to get far enough away to completely escapse the blast. The fireball explodinged into the ground, sending flaming fragments of rubble and debris pelting Namir, who was sent flying by the force of the explosion.

OoC: Sorry for the shortness and low quality. I'm low on CJs.

The ageing man ran through the city streets as fast as his legs could carry him trying to escape the resulting blast. Just as he thought he was far away the force of the blast still sent him flying and luck for him it did. If not the giant boulder that just zoomed above him would surly have taken him out. He got up slowly and brushed himself off, for dust and dirt covered his clothes and cloak. After cracking his neck he picked up his fallen weapon and turned to face his dragon like opponent.

The dragoon began his flight towards the white haired man, in the man’s defense he shoot bolts at electricity at the fire dragoon. The dragoon turned to onside his wing barely escaped the shocking blast. The second one clipped his other wing but only momentarily sent him off balance, but in the end it did not do enough to stop the ma…things flight. Namir stood there weapon in hand ready for the attack with a slight breeze wavering what little of a cloak he had left. The dragoon’s sword was matched with a parry and then a counter attack. The counter attack was not mean to hit only to show he still had fight left in him, as the dragoon went speeding past and used his clawed feet to stop his progress.

“Well that was fun now wasn’t it.” Namir said with his back turned to his opponent.

“Indeed care to try again?” Darril said his back too facing his opponent.

“Of course. It is the best way to die,” Namir said his back facing his opponents back, and with those words the battle was sent back into motion. They both spun clock wise their blades meeting at the intersection point. Blades looked they starred into each others trying to find out as much about each other as they could. Suddenly a jolt of electricity made Darril retract his blade and gave Namir time to attack.

Namir attacked with one side of his blade then spun around with the other side aiming for the chest. When this was happening it seemed as all was silent, even with the booming roar only a few minutes ago the whole town seemed to be in a endless sleep oblivious to the battle raging just out side there window, the only sound to be heard was when Namir’s blade clanked into the wing of Darril. Once again it was silent except for the heavy breathing of the two opposing forces staring at each other, watch, waiting, listing, hearing everything and any thing the other could be showing. Trying to detect that all-important weakness that neither knew.

Namir spun his blade around his hand read to attack.