Clash of Swords and Spirits (Lunchbox)

OoC: Okay Lunchbox, the time has come that we battle. *Cracks Neck* Let us make this interesting.

BiC: The aura master stood silently in the forest on a fine autumn day, taking in the ever radiant energies that the forest released. The fencer strolled idly through the beautifully colored leaves as the changed from the normal green of summer to the faded reds, yellows and oranges that are so present during this season. His jacket, lined with titanium, clanked with each step he took across the vast forested lands which the warrior loved so much. The slightly chilled breeze ran through the area; the green hair of the warrior danced as it blew through its roots and moved amoungst its tips. The fresh breeze always helped the warrior to feel better about what was troubling him at this moment.

The aura master had been traveling towards finding the woman he loved for a very long time now. two months of traveling, countless battles and many powerful foes had defined them, but his heart was heavy, for he had not see his lover in that long time. Selene... I am close, and I shall see you soon, he told himself, trying to keep his spirit from fading. Rubbing the pommel of his rapier, he walked through the vast trees and the great green of the grass that was before him. Every step he took left an imprint of his shoe in it as the added weight of his armor forced heavy marks into the ground.

Almost by instinct, the aura master could sense something was off, but he didn't know what. He hadn't noticed that there was a full moon tonight, and the sudden snarling he heard gave an odd indication to what was happening. A sudden cracking noise and a bone shaking scream nearly told the whole tail to the young warrior who traveled in the he woods. The fencer rushed towards where he had heard it come from and saw a most unusual sight; he witnessed a werewolf feeding upon a human it had just slain. The blood of the hapless hunter was spilled all over the trees and grass; it stained the once pure green of the grass and brown of the trees with a fell read ooze; one that could only belong to a human. The aura master unsheathed his rapier and rushed the werewolf.

The creatures saw the fencer and his eyes flashed for a second before he ran off at a high speed from the fencer. The swordsman followed behind him as best he could, but after a few minutes, he had been easily ditched by the odd Lycan. Suddenly another rustle came from a bush near him, and the fencer drew his short sword and threw it towards the bush. A quick noise, one that Zorlo could not tell what it was, could be heard as he jumped over the bush and found an odd, wolf like creature standing before him. He pointed his golden blade at the creature and inquired, "Did you kill that man?" His eyes were filled a slight hint of anger, but mostly with a great desire to fight, mostly since the fencer had never encountered a lycan in combat.

OoC: Okay, the first one isn't your character, but the second is. This shall be fun. En Guarde Box!

All mentality and intelligence was gone. This was Valkyhn’s weakness. His only real weakness. And he hated it. Though it happened only once a month, it always seemed to happen at the worst of times. What was about to happen was one of those times. One of those times where he would just want to lay back and die, to end the pain and suffering. But apparently, divine intervention had other plans for him. It was that time of the month (OoC: You people are sick!) when he loses all intelligence and rationality and only bloodlust, hunger, and primal instincts lingered. Every time, it reminds him of his life and how crappy it was and how crappy it will be.

“Did you kill that man?”

A growl emitted from the wolf’s mouth, baring it’s blood-stained teeth. The blood was in fact, not of the man who lay dead, feet from the man with the golden sword, but of a rabbit he had killed earlier.

“Blood? So then…it was you! Prepare, lycan, for your death.”

If Valkyhn could think, it would be censored for vulgar ness. The man with the golden sword ran towards Valkyhn with nonhuman like speed. Luckily, Valkyhn also contained speed like his. As the man slashed at the wolf, the wolf ducked, missing the first strike, then jumped backwards, barely avoiding the second oncoming. As he landed on the ground, the wolf growled at the man, once again baring his teeth. Then, he leaped forward at the man, his front legs extended, his claws extracted. He collided with the man, bringing him down to the ground. The wolf brought up his claws, slashing at the man’s chest, covered by a jacket.

A loud clang sounded, followed immediately by a snap. A shriek emitted from the wolf as he jumped back, off of the man. He looked down at his left front paw, the one he had struck at the man with. Three claws had been shattered, falling apart. The wolf whimpered, licking his paws.

The man had now gotten up and was staring at the wolf.

The wolf looked up towards the man and growled.

OoC: Talk about wrong place, bad timing, and totally unfair coincidences!

Edit: BTW, I think I changed my writing style a little in this. I have no idea why, but it just came to me naturally. Maybe it's because I've been gone from the drug-infested and maniac filled forums fo Farore for four days. I CAN BREATHE CLEAR!

Edit2: ZOMG, NO WAY TWO EDITS WITHIN THREE MINUTES?!?! APOCALYPSE! Anyway, the thread title doesn't maek sense. Clash of Swords and Spirits. Clash is fine. Spirits is fine. But swords? Yeah, kinda hard to hold a sword when you're A FREAKIN WOLF! Just saying.

The fencer looked upon the lycan with a slight hint of wonder; something was clearly wrong here, the wolf man appeared to be shorter then the one the aura master had seen kill that man, but that may have been the shadows playing tricks upon the swordsman. The lycan's growl was slightly powerful, but the fencer didn't flinch, he was preoccupied with the wolf's damaged claw that had been so easily repelled by the fencer's armor. Zorlo moved into a battle stance and moved his right hand along the blade for a short while, getting himself ready to strike.

The lycan suddenly struck, moving at a very high speed and swiping its claws at the fencer wildly; the aura master stepped back, dodging each attack, but having no time to counter attack during the fierce barrage of slashes from one hand and punches from the other. Turning his left hand so that the blade pointed away from the strange creature that was attacking, the fencer thrust his rapier's pommel into the beast's chest, causing it to fall backwards and roll, slowly regaining balance as rolled away from the swordsman. The more that Zorlo fought this creature, the more interesting it became to him, mostly because it seemed to not want to give up.

Zorlo had studied werewolves a little and he knew the basics of lycan mostly that they transformed during the full moon and were weak to silver. The shimmering, golden blade that the fencer brandished shone strongly against the light of the full moon as Zorlo stepped to the side quickly; the lycan mimicked the fencer's movements, snarling as he did so, telling the fencer to keep his distance, or else it would get bad. Suddenly, the fencer struck, charging at his foe, holding his sword in a straight line towards the lycan, his right hand making sure the blade was in place for when the fencer made his quick lunge, striking at the wolf. The lycan pushed himself to the side, avoiding the sword's blade, but barely as the moved forwards even more and embedded his sword into the tree the werewolf had been standing in front of.

Zorlo pulled at the blade, although it was not budging. The fencer's momentum had easily pushed the sword through the tree, and now he was paying the penalty for making such a fierce attack. "This is going to be annoying," the swordsman uttered, whilst the lycan made an attack at him. The wolf man jumped up high and made a quick swipe at the fencer's head as the man dodged backwards, evading the attacks as best he could; the barrages of punches and scratches were all to repetitive and the fencer finally pushed forwards, digging his foot into the lycan's chest, throwing the beast back, sliding on his back until he rolled over and got ready to strike again. "Yes, very annoying," the fencer sighed as he got ready to continue fighting.

I found a way to make the title work. Hee hee hee.

IC:

And the fighting did continue. For hours, the swordsman and the wolf went at it, evenly and perfectly matched. The full moon was now low on the horizon, waiting to sink down below it, releasing the Okami from his curse.

There was now very little light, as the light of the moon was blocked by the immense trees of the vast forest. Valkyhn could see fine; his wolf side accustomed to the darkness of the night. For the man, not so much. A “side effect” of humans is horrible execution of the five senses. The eyesight of humans is horrible, able to see only with a considerable amount of light. Their smelling and hearing was even worse. But taste was excellent. Humans don’t kind raw rabbit of squirrel tasty.

The wolf was panting hard now, his fur coat a lather of sweat. Through black and white vision, he could make out a figure standing in front of him. With powerful hearing, he could hear the figure panting hard, just as he himself was. With his strong sense of smell, the man’s sweat reeked in his nose. In the corner of his eye, the wolf could see the man’s golden sword stuck in the tree. Its blade gleamed in what little moonlight there was.

With a deep growl, the wolf sprung forth into a dash, heading straight towards the figure in front of him. He then jumped high into the air, somersaulting over the man and landing directly behind him. Surprised, the man spun around, meeting a lycan crashing into him. The wolf stood on top of the man, pinning his legs to the ground via claws and one arm via broken paws. With his free paw, the wolf swiped down at the man’s face, its purpose to kill.

As the claw came down from the wolf, a sudden jerk from the aura master and a screech from the lycan ended the offensive. The wolfman jumped back, holding his other, now wounded, hand; the claws of the lycan's good hand chipped off, broken again by the armor the fencer wore under his jacket. Using the sleeve of his jacket, the fencer's titanium armor easily breaking the choice weapon of the lycan. The aura master stood up and dusted himself off, looking at the angry eyes of the wolf warrior.

The aura master looked around quickly, trying to find where his short sword was, and luckily for him, it lay on the ground, only a few feet from where he was standing; but if the fencer made a move for it, then he could be putting himself in danger of being unready for his foe's attacks to come, so the fighter would have to be careful about how he struck. The fencer decided to make a move, quickly running at the lycan quickly and throwing a quick kick at the lycan, who guarded the kick with his paws and pushed the fencer's leg back, causing the fencer to stumble back and the wolf warrior started clawing at the swordsman quickly and viciously. The fencer moved quickly, dodging the high speed strike being thrown at him by the lycan, and quickly did a back jump and then pushed his foot forwards, propelling him into the air to jump over the lycan, who watched as the fencer rolled on the ground and recovered his short sword, now pointing the blade at Valkyhn.

The fencer held the white blade of the sword pointing at the warrior he had been so matched with, but something was bothering the fighter as he looked at the transformed man. Something is wrong here, the fencer told himself, looking at the figure of the Okami. This werewolf appears to be a good deal smaller then the one that attacked that man, and I can't see how this wolf could have managed to take down that heavily armed man with such ease. I have an ill feeling I found the wrong werewolf, Zorlo told himself, not attacking his foe yet, trying to figure out what he should do.

OoC: Kinda short, but important. And,I have a twist of my own!

IC:

The two stood there, in the middle of the immense forest, locked in a lookdown. Neither one attacked, waiting for the other to make the first move. Both were still panting rather hard, their battle slowly but surely exhausting their strength reserves. Minutes passed. The wolf had actually gained back some mentality and conscious, as the moon kept its slow pace, almost disappearing beyond the horizon. He could think now and formulate plans and strategies, but still bloodlust and instincts controlled him. No longer would he rush in blindly, but now with a strategy.

The wolf was ready.

Suddenly, he rushed forward, tapping into his reserves; his paws barely touched the ground before bounding off again. His sudden movement caught the swordsman by surprise. The swordsman stepped back a little to have better balance. Too bad, it wasn’t going to help him. The wolf was now airborne, high above the swordsman’s head. The wolf somersaulted, landing directly behind the man, facing him. Having no time to react by turning towards the wolf, the swordsman suddenly caught one hundred and twenty pounds on his back, the weight increased even more by the properties of inertia.

Grunting, the man fell face down on the muddy ground, losing grip of his sword. The wolf stood on top of him, his legs strategically placed to keep the man’s body pinned to the ground while his front left paw pressed down on his head, pushing it deeper into the ground, suffocating him.

The wolf stood triumphant over the swordsman as he pushed the green haired man's face deeper into the mud. As the wolf looked down at the fencer, the warrior's body began to vibrate. Odds are, the wolf thought that the Aura Master was fighting to try to get air, but what he didn't realize was that the human was laughing at the feeble attempt to pin him to the ground. The fencer bent his elbows and planted his arms firmly into the mud, and the wolf warrior looked at the man blankly as he did this.

Suddenly, a force began to force the wolf upwards; the upwards motion shocked the transformed wolf for a second, but when he noticed what it was, his jaw dropped. The fencer smiled as he pushed his body upwards, getting his elbows to a ninety-degree angle. The veins of the fencer's head bulged slightly as he moved the wolf upwards.

The wolf was no fool, and knew that this man could easily move him with a little bit more force. The wolf swatted his paw powerfully downwards on the fencer's head, pushing it slightly, but this just caused the warrior to push up with more force. The wolf continued to smack the fencer in the head with all the force he could manage, but by the time the fencer's arms formed a one hundred and thirty five degree angle, the wolf knew he was running out of time. The wolf jumped up high, allowing the fencer to fully straighten out his arms before he was hit with the full weight of the wolf, along with the extra force of gravity, and pushed the swordsman back to ninety degrees.

The Aura Master smiled again as he pooled a massive amount of power into his hands and pushed himself upwards, throwing the wolf from the fencer's back, to the wolf's own back. The swordsman stood up and dusted himself off, removing what dirt had gotten in his mouth and looking over at the fallen foe. The fencer walked over to his short sword and picked it up, sheathing it at his side, he would no longer need it. The moon had nearly completely vanished, only a speck of it was revealed from behind the trees. "That was annoying. Now then, come!" The fencer called out.

The wolf rolled itself over and turned to face the fencer, moving into a stalking position, and ready to pounce upon the warrior at the drop of a dime.

The fencer placed his left hand in front of him, the back of his hand facing the wolf creature. "Come!" The swordsman beckoned bravely.

The wolf growled and charged at the fencer, moving swift as the fencer had been with his armor on, but the head on charge would not work. As the beast leapt, the fencer quickly spun around and delivered a round house kick to the beast's jaw, throwing it back to the ground.

The fencer's leg stood fully extended, and he quickly reeled his leg back, albeit slowly, keeping his emerald gaze attached to the wolf who lay on the ground. "You are strong, and I can tell if you were a human, you would put up a good fight. Seeing as the sun nears, perhaps I'll get to see," the Aura Master spoke to the wolf as the last light of the moon faded away. The sun was rising as the green haired man spoke those words to the wolf.