Melee in the Mine *open*

ooc: Yes yet another battle. I feel like fighting a lot lately, especially now that I'm getting big with my new character Vaarshola. And you all know my policy, make sure you can type decently long descriptive posts, if not I don't wanna fight you!!! ^_^

Oh yes I'll post an intro once I get an opponent.

i challenge you with my character Danek

And you all know my policy, make sure you can type decently long descriptive posts

Can you do that? Like this........

Vaarshola smirked at the threatening bellow from the warrior. He stared at the younger man, getting good glimpses of his appearance, weaponry, and garments.

"Heh, the many times I've heard taht from former foes.........all eventually being slain......" Vaarshola cockily and evilly replied. Patrick hardened his eyes at the mystical killer.

"I am much stronger than any other of your other foes most definetly, you will certainly not get much of an easy duel from me you sick devil." Vaarshola gave somewhat of a grin after hearing the Irish Samurai's remark.

"Gimme everything you've got then fool" he replied. Patrick planted his feet and got in his battle stance as he grasped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands.

"My pleasure.........." The second after he finished his sentence, Patrick screamed in fury, and flew at Vaarshola, he stood staring at the oncoming warrior. Just as he began to come closer to him, the mystiocal killer pulled out his huge, though thinner curved blade Sylence, and with ease parried the shot that the Irsh Samuari at sent at him. The metal clashed against one another, and a couple sparks exploded from the fray. They grappled for a few seconds, before soon Vaarshola jumped back. He locked his deep blue eyes on Patrick's right shoulder, and then lunged at him with the tip of his sword pointed at that marked point on the warrior's body. The Irish Samurai saw the attack coming, and was able to block it just as Vaarshola had. As they stood locked with their blades, the mystical killer's eyes slightly lit up.

"Well well, you certainly have some superb swordsmanship. But let me ask you, do you know telekinesis?" Vaarshola asked, and at that moment his eyes lit up, and the next thing Patrick knew he was struck hard by some force, and with a cry of pian was sent flying into the dark yellow, sandstone wall of the tomb. He roared in pain of the hard impact, and slid down the wall until he sat up against it groaning in pain and breathing heavily from sligght fatigue. Vaarshola grinned sinisterly. "Didn't think so......"

If not but no offense but I won't wnat to fight you......

was that your intro or was that an example. Yes, ill try and do looong posts then

ooc: THat was an example....

Okay, good. But remember, while making them long add lots of decription to them, I don't feel like reading a long blob of mabble tabble grabble rabble......

Umm...yes. I'll be using my first and best charcter Mirren!! The lil guy hasn't seen much action for a little while so its time to bring him back!! ^_^

ic: The air was rather cool on this day, like that of a day deep within autumn. The sky was overcast, covered with clouds, but luckily none showed any imminate signs of thunder, lightning or rain. The animals today were not always out and about as they normally were, instead most stayed in their shelters and rested on this knippy, bitter, freezing day. Many of the Hylians, and Hylian elves living in Terlon Forest also stayed inside on this cold morning; except for one.

Something strode slolwy down the grey cobblestone path within the woods. It did not seem to be a giant of any sort, nor nothing of a complete midget. It was still rather smaller though, and walked along silently as the chilly breeze blew passed him. Picking up golden and dark red leaves as it came by, and sending lose brambles and srubhs saoring away. The being's dirty blonde hair swayed to the left, along with the looser, baggier parts of his white robe. Once the breeze passed, he suddenly stopped, and put his hood up. Now his head was a lot warmer, and the person continued on.

This was Mirren, the little brother of the Hero of Time; Link. He was twelve years old, and stood at an exact height of five foot. Many times in his youthful life had the child been a heo alongside his friends battling against wicked behemoths and other monsters. He lived at Hyrule Castle with Link, Zelda, Impa and all of his other friends, but every once in a while spent a day or so traveling around the land. Today was one of those days, and he slightly regretted it on such a freezing day. As he walked, he saw up ahead a small cave indented into a small hill. Right now his legs were tired, and his body *whic was very skrawny and had barely any body fat on it* was almost numb from the winter-like cold. He smiled actually, and gave a sigh of relief as he breath fluttered out of his mouth. He went over to the cave, and upon stepping in, noticed it more than a cave.

He peeked in, and noticed a path leading deeper inside to a cavern. He slowly and cautiously moved in deeper, and within a minute or two, found himself in some old mine-type place. He looked around curiously, but then suddenly heard something slide across the dirt. In flash he spun around, and once he looked towards the figure in front of him, he had his hazel eyes hardened and both hands tightly clasped about the bronze hilt of the Goddesses' Sword.

"Who are you......?" he asked in a barely audiable tone.

ooc: description like that!!! ^_^