Battle in the Moonlight *Mirren*

Hey you wanted to battle then post your fighter and then i will post the senario. I will be using Tyreslie as you know because he is the only one i got that is approved.

Vaarshola
Age: Unknown *somewhere between 25 and 35 maybe*
Gender: Male
Race: Herlassian
Eyes: Deep blue, almost cerulean.
Hair: Long white hair that's down to his shoulder blades. It has a bit of a darkish sky blue tone to it.

Weight: Not known
Height: 6 foot 3

Weapon: A very large curved sword, almsot like a Japanese one, though somewhat thinner. It is named Sylence for the way it has silenced every one of Vaarshola's foes.

Clothing: He has only piece of armor, which is a black steel breast plate. On the borders is somewhat groovy silver, indented in many places. The rest of his clothing consists of a long white robe with many dark blue designs and symbols on it. He has two crimson sashes on his shoulders, and a long crimson piece in the middle of his robe. It is in the shape of an obelisk pointing down.

Personality: Vaarshola is a wicked man and is very intelligent. He has no remorse for the numerous people he's killed, and shows no mercy in battle. He'll kill everyone, including even women and children. He has that very gentlemen-like wickedness, where he oftens acts like somewhat *fancy*, but sinister.

Bio: Not much is known about Vaarshola, but he is a very great warrior with incredible power. He is a great swordsman, and also knows strong telekinesis. He has created a terrible death-spree throughout Hyrule and other lands, and is a very loyal servant and warrior for Sephia, Ganondorf's fiance. He has the mark of a crimson star on his forehead and the back of both hands, though he can disguise it whenever he pleases. During battle if he reaches a high enough power level, he reaches an insane amount of power, and can summon the might of crimson lightning bolts upon his opponents. In my fic he ends up fighting Mirren and Link in a very great battle, then Mirren once again.

Ranks
Player: Mirren
Character: Vaarshola
Overall Rank: V
Strength: V
Speed: V
Magic: V
Skill: X


Get that scenario down and we'll begin fighting!! ^_^

ooc: Ok den......ill make the senario now.

ic: It was a muggy night, the moon was covered by cloud, siluetted like a shadow puppet show. Tyreslie couldnt see the stars tonight, he predicted that there would be a storm later on. He was sitting near the crackling of a fire with a big hunk of meat on an iron pole, catching the radiance and warmth of it on his short fur. It was very comforting, but his attention was somewhere else; he was thinking about home.

Suddenly he heard a twig crack and a rustle in the trees, out jumped a figure with white hair. He jumped up and grabbed ahold of his battle lance, ready for a conflict. Then the figure spoke.

The being stepped forward into the clearing. The illumiantion and light of the fire revealed more of his appearance now, so Tyreslie could see who it was much better. He seemed to be a young man, probably about 30 or so. He was mcuh shorter than than Tyreslie, though not as much as most warriors who had clashed with him were. He ahd white hair with a bit of a light blue tone to it, and deep blue eyes like the waters of a hidden lake. The amn wore a long white robe taht hadd numerous dark blue symbols and designs on it, as well as a crimson sash on both shoulders. On his chest was a black steel breast plate, which was bordered by groovy silver in a tube-like shape, with man indentations in it. An odd piece of red material hung from underneath his breast plate, with looked like an upside down obelisk. He smiled at the Ronzo, and looked up into the dark grey night sky and at the moon.

"What a nice night this would be, too bad the moon is obscured by those clouds. Would you not gree my friend?" he softly asked. Tyreslie's eyes had a bit of ire in them after hearing the amn's inquiration.

"What do you want with me? Why are you here?" he asked back sharply. The man lowered his head and looked at Tyreslie.

"Oh I'm sorry, I see to have forgotten to introduce myself. I am Vaarshola. The most loyal of servants and warriors to queen Sephia in Herlassia...." he explained. The Ronzo gave an fierce glare to him.

"Okay Vaarshola. Let me ask you something once again. What are you doing so afr from your land?" Vaarshola smirked.

"I enjoy tarveling around often. It is my anture. In a sense I am nomadic, journeying across the lands is something I enjoy" Tyreslie seemed very skeptical of the Herlassian's answer.

"Why do you get so much pleasure out of it? And what is that sword starpped to your back?" The smirk stayed on Vaarshol's face.

"My my, don't we have many questions..." he replied. Tyreslie neered at the man. "Okay, I'll tell you the pure truth. I travel around looking for opponents to kill, so I have more victims to add to me monstrous list...." Tyreslie felt his blood boil. He planted his feet, and tightened his grasp around his lance as he had a scornful glare at the mystical killer.

"You wanna kill someone Vaarshola.......then try to kill Tyreslie!!!" he raored. The Herlassian only grinned wickedly.

ooc: Hehehe thats a nice one Mirren .

ic: Tyreslie readied himself for Vaarshola's attack, Vaarshola slowly drew his curvy sword; eye's shining with anticipation. Vaarshola then exclaimed "See this sword, I named it Silence; and it will do just that to you very soon". Tyreslie just glared at Vaarshola, only making a furious growl. Vaarshola made the first move, dashing straight towards Tyreslie. He raised his sword and lowed it towards Tyreslie's face, Tyreslie blocked the blow quickly with his battle lance, sending a shower of sparks into the gllom of whence Vaarshola came.

Vaarshola then just kept on swinging his deadly sword, missing it's target everytime. Tyreslie thought now was the time to go on the offensive. So while Vaarshola was about to strike next, Tyreslie let one of his hands off if his lance and grabbed Vaarshola's hand just as he was about to cleave Tyreslie's neck. He threw him 12 feet, Vaarshola landed heavily on his sword though only suffering a cut on his face and a couple of bruises. Tyreslie then thew his lance to one side, drwing out his deadly, blue scimitars. He then stomped towards Vaarshola with all his might.

Vaarshola just got up quicly enough to block Tyreslie's blades and finally got a strike into Tyreslie's defence, slicing Tyreslies leg. Tyrelslie howled in pain, jogging back quickly he got some cloth over the cut. He then looked up, furious and made a bone chilling roar, while Vaarshola had a smirk on on his now bloody face.

ooc: Done so far, your go!!

EDIT: BTW what did you think about the battle in your training ground???

Tyreslie breathedhard as he watched Vaarshola. He had covered up his wound with his one hand to try and stop the blood, but the crimson liquid still passed through his fingers and flowed freely down his leg. He winced from the stinging pain from the gash, and grinded his teeth. He had smacked Vaarshola around pretty well, but all that was visable as far as wounds went for the Herlassian was a small bloody cut on his cheek, which barely any blood flowed from.

He had been slightly kneeling down because of the pain he was enduring from his leg, and now slowly began to lift himself up. He managed to get to his feet, although he staggered a little once he did that. He leg was crimsoned from the near top of it to the bottom, but it seemed now the monstrous Ronzo was ignoring the agony, though he was a bit wobbly. He quickly collapsed to his knees, and Vaarshola smirked.

"Allow me to help you...." he stated quietly. Tyreslie groaned, and lifted his head up. He looked at the mystical killer, whose deep blue eyes were literally lighting up. Tyreslie had no clue what was happening, and had an expression of perplexion on his face as he stared at the Herlassian. Eventually, Vaarshola's eyes flashed, and Tyreslie felt a terrible force strike his entire body. He scaremed in pain, and was sent flying like a leaf in a wind gust. He eventually smashed straight into an oak tree, and sent tons of bark and splinters flying as his body was indented into the tree. It shook, and almost seemed as if the Ronzo had shattered it to pieces. He moaned, as he sta against it with his eyes closed and his head bowed, and didn't even realize Vaarshola was attacking once again.

The mysical killer soared at him, with his foot extened and a wicked grin on his face. The flat part of his stook hit Tyreslie right in the cheek, and with such might sent the huge warrior crashing through the rest of the tree. The large oak fell to the ground, shaking the earth and creating a loud crashing sound. Dust and debrise floated all around in the air, abd Vaarshola watched on as Tyreslie lay on the ground motionless......

Tyreslie lay there spent, he hardly had any energy left and he knew that Vaarshola was going to finish him off now. He strained to get up, groaning in pain from all the attacks he suffered from his foe. He got his head up and using the remains of the oak tree, he got himself up. He looked down at the cut on his leg and saw that it was still bleeding, so he got another bit of cloth and used it as a dressing; which made the blood stop after a minute or so. Tyreslie looked at his enemy, he had a big smile on his face; somehow he had to beat him soon or Tyreslie was going to be defeated.

Tyreslie then thought for a minute, Vaarshola mocking him saying "Gee if you weren't so slow i would have finished this battle long ago". Tyreslie made his mind to use his lancet attack. Vaarshola must have some magic and he could use a bit of his strength and health. So he got into stance, had a bit of a roar and used Lancet. All what lancet looked like was as if some light blue circles came out of Vaarshola and it went into Tyreslie, Tyreslie felt a bit more energetic after it and was now able to move normally.

Tyreslie then found out Vaarshola had telekenetic powers, and now so did Tyrelsie. So using his mind, Tyreslie willed Vaarshola to be picked up and slammed to the ground head first, making a dancing array of dust and leaves. After he did this, Tyreslie picked up his scimitars he dropped and ran straight towards Vaarshola, swinging his scimitars towards his unexpecting foe and did a number of slices on him, mainly on the arms and legs of his victim, cutting him to the bone.

Vaarshola screamed in pain, he was confident that he was going to beat Tyreslie in a short period of time. Now he didnt even know if he was going to beat him at all. Tyreslie jumped off Vaarshola, jogging away from Vaarshola into a defensive stance; ready for anything.