~Battle Dome Resurrection~

Ye who step foot in the Battle Dome
Know the law
That this land is here by declared lawless

Long ago was created a dome suited for one purpose, the ultimate challenge. Here is where the strongest warriors gather from the farthermost corners of the world. Its terrain is wide, bearing all known those known to man, and even some yet to be discovered. Also it’s possess its own artificial moon, with that said let the battle begin.



Gazing over the vast land of the battle dome from top a single plateau of many was the legendary Senju-nata. He closed his eyes, and embraced a chill wind. Opening he hear the sword being drawn from it’s sheathe. He smiled weakly, and turned to the faint sound behind him.

“Another one? How man is it now, three have already fallen to my blade. What is your name, as though it matters. You’ll end up just like them.” Senju-nata looked over to the edge of the plateau at two corpses each of what appeared to be two highly skilled warriors both defeated in a manner of seconds.

“The fools came at me at once hoping to defeat me… You should of seen the looks on their faces, they really thought they were going to win.” Senju-nata laughed out loud, as he drew his own sword. He had come to realize he was the one whom possessed the legendary Kusanagi No Tsurugi, or preferably the Kusanagi. For the longest time Senju-nata believed his blade was just a normal sword, until he confronted a powerful swordsman bearing the Excalibur. When Senju-nata shattered that blade he knew his blade could be none other then the Kusanagi.

“I hold here in my hand I hold the Kusanagi, the legendary blade of ancient Avalon.” The silvery blade slide from it’s metal sheathe making a ringing echo as it was drawn. Senju-nata raised the blade into the air, and with a single swoop held the sword over one shoulder, tilted downward towards the ground.

ooc: For those who know about the Kusanagi, yes I know it's from japan, it's like europe excaliber, but I changed it orgin to fit Senju-nata's story. In my stories I've basically combined Celitc Avalon, and Fuedal Japan in one, and called it Avalon.

Roharein approached Senju-Nata, his hair slowly swaying in the wind. His raised one bushy eyebrow as Senju spoke, seemingly questioning his authority. He lifted his staff from the ground and slowly walked accross the plateua to the edge, peering over the edge to see the other two who have fallen to the ancient blade. He looked back to Senju-Nata and whipped his over coat around him and walked back to where he was before.

"So it is true, they have fallen. But they will not decide the fate of me, whether you have killed them or not they were sheer fools" Roharein said quietly, keeping his eyes on the sword. The warriors might have had some skill, but they were nothing compared to him, or at least he thought this.

A small flock of birds flew past them, sweeping incredibly closer than normal, making his overcoat sweep across his feet. This seemed to make Senju unfocus for a minute. Taking the moment to his advantage, Roharein threw his staff into the air and pointed his hands to the ground sending dozens of small sparks flying accross the ground in the direction of Senju, jumping and over lapping, which combined them into more.

The air suddenly rippled with shadow right in the path of the sparks, absorbing them easily. Blacker than a stormy night, the shadow coalesced into the figure of a strange creature neither Roharein nor Senju-nata had ever seen before. The creature flexed and beat her rather large black feathery wings to loosen them and sheathed and unsheathed her talons a few times, the artificial moonlight glinting menacingly off them. The breeze caught in her waist-length, raven-black hair, causing it to sway slightly. In her hand, she grasped a vicious-looking glaive that emanated a dark power.

She stared beyond the two warriors, listening to something coming from within herself.

Kill that one, Rhavyn. Kill him and earn my favor, for, if you should fail, you will incur my wrath.

Rhavyn nodded slightly and whispered to herself under her breath. "Yes, Master. It shall be as you decree."

Turning her attention to the two standing before her, Rhavyn's eyes shifted to the one her master had indicated. He was a formidable-looking warrior with a great sword held across his shoulder. Showing absolutely no emotion, Rhavyn stuck the butt end of her glaive into the rocky soil and leaned slightly upon it.

"It seems there are not enough of us gathered here yet for the true dance of death to begin. But as soon as more combatants gather, I will be among you all like a bolt of lightning."

OOC: Just a side note: That last speech by Rhavyn will probably be the most she will ever say for the duration of the fight. Now, come on, people! Join in the fun!

ooc: Hey I remember haering about this! This was like one of the biggest most famous BA threads ever! I'm certainly joining now, and once I get my new character approved he'll also come in!

ic: Lightning continously tore through the sky. Each and every second another bolt satright clear through the black blanket of darkness, then illuminating the land for a split second like one monstrous lantern. Thunder also was around. Claps of itw ere ringing over the dome, making the earth shake as they created a sound as loud as the eruption of a lethal volcano. Millions and millions and millions of raindrops poured down from the clouds to the groudn hundeds of feet below. So tiny, so weak, but all coming together were a force like no other. It showered the land like a waterfall, quickly creating puddles with would turn into small pounds and flooding the creeks and rivers right over.

No one would dare go outside on a night liek thsi. The weather was as dangerous and atrocious as a dragon that had a treasure hunter accidentally slip into his cavern. Going outside for about thirty seconds would make you soaked with rain water, and as cold as if you were to stand outside in a freezing blizzard naked. winds were blowing, mighty enough to push over trees and snap off their branchs. The chill just about became unbearable from that now, it would cut through you like a scimitar.

Vaarshola loved thsi weather, there was nothing better than a storm as cold, roncorous and unforgiving as his heart-if he even had one. He slowly strode over to the graet dome-liek structure, rapidly being drenched from the rain. His normal white hair had been taken over by the light blue tone because of the wetness, and his crimson sashes seemed almost like black. Still, his deep blue eyes remained open as water and wind pounded against them-not evemn once did the Herlassian blink.

Soon the iniquitous warrior came closer to the dome. He could slightly see a few figures standing inside of it, as if they were waiting for something. Vaarshola didn't need to think what they wnated-for he knew. They were waiting for more warriors to come to this structure built to hold melees anf battles of all sorts-so a brawl could ensure among them. The mystiucal killer entered a hallway of the dome, ad walked through it as he remained un-harmed by the storm's viciousness. Soon he stook his first step into the arena, and was blasted by the rain and wind once again. He quickly glanced around at the other fighters there, and grinned wickedly.

ooc: Where is everyone? This is supposed to be a giant free for all?

ooc: Right here. And Elvenarcher, I'm afraid that I've fallen in love with your avatar. *swoons*

ic:

"Hallo, kind."

Felix had appeared behind Vaarsholoa from nowhere. His oversized black trenchcoat surrounded him like a black, depressing cloud, indistinguishable from its dismal surroundings. Wet locks of golden hair hung over his eyes, eyes that faintly glowed with Hellish coal-fire and shined out like headlights.

"I don't speak your language-"

Vaarshola was quickly interrupted.

"Sie sprechen zu schnelles." Felix scoffed. He was shorter than Vaarshola, but his wraithlike appearance emanated demonic power that instilled fear into the bravest hearts. They had never seen Hell, but he had. He had stolen from Hell, and brought the power of devils to the mortal world.

"Sie sind eine Vergeudung." He said, smirking, and turned from Vaarshola. This red bird emblazoned on the back of his coat seemed to pierce into Vaarshola's mind... haunting him. What was its significance? Vaarshola would get him yet. Nobody could get away with being that arrogant. Little to Vaarshola's knowledge, Felix was fondling two well crafted pistols in his hands.

Felix raised his arms to his side and laughed.

"Ich wissen Sie verstehen mich nicht! Aber, Sie hören mich, Sie hören mich jetzt! Sie bist tot.... sehr tot."

His demonic laughter raised to an apex, and then he reserved himself, skulking into the shadows like a rat. They had all heard him, and they would all feel the dark bite of the Höllenschuß. Nobody would deny him.

Felix didn't know where she was, though. Would she come help him? He pleaded in his mind for her to come and help him like she did so long ago. His ashes were weak now; his fire growing cold. Only she could revive him and thrust youth back into his burning soul.

But, for now, blood would be spilled in the name of insanity.

ooc: ok that was a crap-tacular post. -_-u

OoC: *yawns* Hello? Anybody else gonna join? PLEASE, PEOPLE!! ANYBODY!! *begins going insane from lack of activity in the BA*

You know I would, but I need to get a little more in-depth with Suntao before I'd put him in this. Aaaaand, I don't think Junai's able to jump into this one either, heh.

Avion/Gothika entered the great dome and found Senju-nata, Roharein, Rhavyn, Vaarshola, and Felix in the center. Right were he knew they would be.
"Kill them you fool!" said Gothika in Avion/Gothika's mind. "Slay them and take up the sword, then do what it takes to be free of this infernal curse."
"We shall not harm them until the proper time." said Avion. "Prehaps we can merely just sneak in and take the sword without harming anyone."
"Avion you fool. You obviously haven't been a warrior before. You angels love the way of peace too much. Of course we can take the sword and run. But what fun would that be? These mortal fools think that they are better than us. We must kill them, to prove to the world that we are the best warriors in all of heaven, earth, and hell."
"You have dwelt in the shadows too long Gothika. We both know that you want to prove you're the best fighter, andso you'll have to do this without me. I won't fight until we are in grave danger."
So Avion/Gothikatransformed into Gothika, but by then they noticed him, so he swung his flaming sword at them, and a wall of fire shot at them.
OOC: Ok, I'm in.Let's go.

Ansem calmly walked in the arena and sat down.Resting his spellsword on his shoulder he watched other contenders make spiffy entrances.

Senju took note of the flaming sword in the distance, a Demon. How revolting Senju-nata hated demons most of all, more then another thing, he hated these three things the most, The unhonorable, corruption, and Ignorance. He saw all three of those in Demons, hence his hatred for them. He saw them as disgraceful features that have their strength given to them, strength give by race. How he hated how Demons of the lowest class could gain great amount of strength without trying.

"A demon." Senju-nata whispered as he held the Kunsangi firmly in his hand. Stepping towards him Senju-nata raised his sword up to his upper left side of his body, an offensive stance based mostly on thrusts, and vertical attacks. Charging towards the Demon he didn't even bother with introductions, for a warrior need not the words to fight, only the will and courage to do so.

"Be gone!" Senju-nata screamed as he lunged in with the first thrust, it was knocked away, but the second thrust came much faster, and his judgement was thwarted. The blade tore into his shoulder, it would have pierced his heart, but the demon wasn't weak and was able to deflect the blade slightly. Pulling the blade out Senju-nata preformed another strike, spinning his body he brought the blade from the ground behind him all the way around up over his head, and down on his head, but the demon was quick and repelled the strike again.

"Heh you caught me off guard, don't expect it to happen again swordsman." With one arm he put all of his strength into it, and forced Senju-nata back.

"I am no ordinary swordsman demon!!!" Senju-nata shouted furiously as his rapid assault seized to end. Jumping to the side, Senju-nata jumped back in leaving an after image of his body. The Demon gasped as he looked down at his chest, a large gasp from arm to arm, and a second from his right collarbone, down to his stomach framed his body. To Senju's surprise he began to laugh.

"And I am no ordinary Demon."

Originally posted by Kishin
Senju took note of the flaming sword in the distance, a Demon.

Are you talking about me? I need to know that for a reply.

Who else is a demon with a flaming sword...

Touche.
IC: "I am Gothika, crown Prince of Hell.Do you really think you can defeat the Prince of Demons?" said Gothika as he thrust the sword low towards his adversary's knees, and so he brought his sword down to deflect, but Gothika at the last moment thrust the sword upwards, nicking his chest, and leaving a cut in his throat and chin. Senju yelped in pain from the demonic flame, then sucked in air and glared.
"Mortal fool, let the fire of hell burn inside your soul for all eternity!" said Gothika, and flew up flew into the air.
Apollyon, my father who besowed this accursed angel upon me,I command you to allow me to command thine army! thought Gothika. Suddenly, the opening of the dome filled with the flying, armored horse/locusts who were the size of regular locusts. Soon the air filled with the hum of their wings. The warriors started to fend off the locusts, and to Gothika's horror, one of the warriors commanded the locust to leave him alone and attack Gothika.
Felix.
The thief who broke into hell years ago and had stolen it's a small portion of it's power, and that power had indwelt him.
"Foul slaves, have thou forgotten thine master so quickly?" spoke Gothika, and fire flew from his breath, engulfing the attacking locusts, This Felix would have to be delt with.
OOC: hehe Ked I'm coming after you!

ooc: No Sarcastic

ic:

"Hmpf... You demons are all the same. Nobility is just that, and a Demon is no Nobleman, no honor, and not only that you claim to be a prince. Royalty among the damned?! Ha you jest Demon's are the foulest creatures whose strength is given to them. I'd expect better of a "Prince of Demons" show me the strength that you were given show you how weak you are." Senju's mocking tone struck a spark in the demon's eyes, his knuckles turned white as his hand tightened around the fabric hilt. Senju from where he stood could see his body tense, and his eyes turn dark with anger.
"What did you say?!" The Demon spoke in a low tone gripping his eyes closed as the anger in him was building.
"Enough talk demon, I'll show you what true strength is."
"Mortals... So quick to throw their lives away." Casting away the words of Senju he readied himself for intense combat.
"Hmpf the damned to quick to be ignorant." Whipping his sword around himself he held the blade next to his face cocked over his right shoulder, turning his left to Gothica. A slight wind blew forward from Senju as he moved his blade. The Demon shot forward faster then Senju-nata expected him, quite frankly he wasn’t ready for such speed, but with a quick thrust of his blade he disabled his charge. Knocked away with a swift block from the flaming sword, Senju weaves to the side dodging the counter attack, then just as quick as the Demon, Senju laid in to him with a sharp jab of his blade. The Kunsangi tore into the demon’s side. Grunting the demon sidestepped dragging the sword across senju’s chest plate, tearing the cold steal like sheet metal. Senju only mocked him with a grin.

“Pathetic swordsman DIE!” The Demon shouted just then Senju’s sword glowed brightly as he lifted it straight up the blinding light forced the demon back his eyes blinded from this holy light.
“On top of that Demon’s have horrible weakness to holy power, how suiting that my sword is capable such techniques.” The Demon growled deeply pointing his hellish sword towards Senju.
“Human you caught me off guard, a keep monks trick won’t phase me.” Senju-nata laughed, and with a quick motion knocked his sword from Senju’s face.
“Don’t point your sword at me, No that was just a test retched fiend, You see I’m not to fond of light techniques, but as a master swordsman I’m a quick learner so to say. Now if you will I’ll see if I can learn a new strike, that of the holy.... While the dark strike generates my hate, pain, sorrow, anger, even the desire to kill while the Holy strike differs. Its strength comes from love, compassion, and most importantly the will to protect... Of course wanders such as me need not for such abilities. I’ve never used it before, so I’m not really sure how to use it myself, but I guarantee by the end of this battle you shall taste the holy strike.”
“You talk to much.”
“Your fault for listening.” Senju-nata closed his eyes concentrating, but sensed a swift movement, raising the sword he pressed the demon’s backwards, flames splintered off as Senju stepped in pressing his body close to the blades, then with a powerful shove threw it back, then he striked again. Quickly he stabbed at Gothica, but with the same result as before, the block the counter, the dodge, and then Senju-nata sliced him on his other side.

Gothica reached back, and threw his palm forward blasting Senju with a wave of burning hot flames, totally caught off guard by the attack Senju fell prey to it. Falling against the ground Senju rose a crisp mess. His eyes widened as he saw Gothica come again ramming his knee into Senju’s face, the blow was hard, and made Senju delirious. His vision was fading as if he was about to lose consciousness, Gothica laughed out loud as he raised his blade ready to deliver the final blow to Senju when it happened. The Kunsangi let off a ripple off energy distorting the image of Senju-nata, and when Gothica struck the image faded away.

“An after image!” Gothica shouted he didn’t even realize he was struck. Gazing down at his stomach he viewed the long gash, very deep indeed, his blood flowed freely. Staggering away from Gothica Senju was trying to regain himself his lower face, was covered freshly in his own blood, but his blade was tainted nicely with that of the demons. Shaking his head his vision was coming clearer. As he turned he saw the demon staring at him.

“It’s time to use the Gravelga. A technique I learned from Demon like you named Lance... He was different from the other demons, he actually had honor.” The Gravelga it’s power was great, using the force of gravity as a weapon, ripples of earth chi shot through the air, carrying everything in it’s path, then striking the opponent carrying all the destruction with it. Then the after effect, the immense force of gravity would contain the demon.

“AAAAAAH!” Swinging the sword violently ripples of energy blasted through the air tearing down tree’s, earth grass, everything in it’s path was totally decimated, the ripples formed into what looked like an energy lance. Gothica pained by his wounds was unable to dodge the huge attack, the lance passed through him causing him a great amount of pain. The trees and rocks thwarted any type of counter attack pilling on him. The effect had yet to take effect unlike Lance, Senju was much more devious in his attacks he always had a master plan, this was not a normal Gravelga, but a modified version one meant to delay until Senju commanded it to.

Waiting there Senju-nata sheathed his blade, and folded his arms. With an explosion of energy the trees shot off him, and rising from the mess was a mangled, and very pissed off Gothica.
“Ha is that the best you got!?” Senju-nata laughed at the demons remark, having taken a blow like that he still runs his mouth.
“If only you knew.” Senju-nata taunted leaving his blade sheathed, placing his hand on the hilt he waited.