Relics of War (Grass)

OoC: Mkay, here we go. Using Andrew, like I said. :]

BiC:

“'Oh, it might be fun learning something for a change, you should go see it', psh, sure this is fun. About as fun as a museum completely lacking in the cute girls department,” Andrew's annoyed tone echoed throughout the entire field in which he stood. It was decrepit and less than welcoming. But, not only that, it was historical. This alone was enough for the demon to want out, and immediately. “I don't know how that chick talked me into this... oh, right. She was pretty... heh. Why must I have such a kind heart for those... supple enough to deserve it? And, why am I talking to myself?”

The swordsman couldn't help but roll his eyes at this remark. The answer was obvious, even to himself, for his idiocy knew no bounds. And, ignoring his own question, he marched on, over the bones of those who fought on that very battlefield so many years before. Looking at a skull, its teeth yellowed with age, he could not help bu think to himself all that was wrong with it. If he would have brushed twice daily, that wouldn't have happened. It takes hard work to look as fabulous as I do. Seeing a few strands of remaining hair, he protectively placed his gloved hands over his own. I seriously hope that I never look like that, even in death.

He took some more steps, wincing at every 'snap' and 'crunch' of the remains below him. How this site rich with relics and ruins made him simply want to run. Argh, old stuff and me just don't mesh. Like that one visit to an old people's home. Never. Again.

But, before he could go on complaining, something more along his lines caught his eye. It was shiny, making Andrew instantly want it. It shone brightly under the noon sun, and the demon quickly looked around to see if anyone else was around, no point in calling unnecessary attention to himself. Upon checking, he saw someone else, quite far in the distance. Eh, no matter. I'm sure they won't be able to see me.

And, with that thought in mind, he bent down, eyes gazing upon a necklace, resting around the neck of a long since dead soldier. Ooo, shiny and pretty. It would compliment my rugged jaw. Once more, he swept the area with his eyes. I've practically been crushing their bodies with every step, I don't think they'd miss a little necklace like that, right?

Carefully, he picked it off the skeletons bones, dusting it off hastily on his shirt, careful not to make his shirt too dirty. After all, he had an 'image' to maintain, just as he was to place it over his head, he noticed a tag hanging from it, oxidized and worn. What's this? Carefully, his fingers rubbed against it, taking off all the caked dirt and rust. And, upon clearing it up, words became legible: 'Specially Patented Battle Necklace- use with caution”. The text had been stamped right into the tag. Psh, 'use with caution'. It's always best to ignore those words. Only a coward would say them. Besides, I need to find out what's so special about it.

Quickly and with an attitude as if he were a child testing out a new toy, the man slipped the jewelry around his neck. And, he stood there for a moment. Another. “Hey, I don't feel any different. Must be defective,” he muttered to himself staring down at the piece of metal with a new found disappointment. Once more he looked up, ready to resume his walking through the nigh empty battlefield. He noticed, ever so slightly that the other observer was closer.

Something about this gave him an odd feeling, one that suddenly brought his hand to the hilt of his sword. “What the-?” It wasn't instinctive. It felt as if his body was acting on its own instead. Despite how much he wanted his hand to be smoothing his hair, it was instead unsheathing his sword. “Aw, crap. I have a feeling this is a battle I won't be able to avoid. Maybe I should listen to those 'use with caution' things. It's just.. after the fifth time, you'd expect them to no count for you anymore...”

The skull was crushed under Soblen Satre's foot, reducing it to ugly white skull fragments. Soblen winced. "Eh... sorry about that, old chap."

He grimaced as he looked around the field. He knew this was an old war field, hence the skeletons and bones of dead people strewn everywhere. And even though Soblen had an attraction to all things of the earth, this field was the farthest thing away from appealing he had ever seen.

The grass was dry, brown, and crackly- almost all the life had been sucked out of it, and yet it was still living. A few rocks were strewn here and there, as well as a few boulders. As Soblen trudged through the field, he couldn't tell whether the cracking sounds was off the dry grass or yet another skull being crushed.

Why did I even come here at all? Soblen though to himself. He sat down on a boulder, jumping up in surprise after realizing that he had sat on a small snake. After the snake slithered off, he sat down again. I guess I had nothing better to do... and it is kind of interesting, what with all the historical significance... I think... He looked around. But it's just so... ugly.

Off in the distance, Soblen noticed the figure of another man. He stood up and walked briskly to him. The man seemed to be placing something around his neck.

As Soblen got closer, he could see that the man was just a little younger than him, with brown clothes and brown hair, and a somewhat empty expression on his face. Soblen approached the man with a cheery smile and an extended hand. "Hi there! I'm Soblen Satre, nice to mee-" Soblen eyes wandered downard to the man's hand, which was placed on the hilt of his sword. Soblen put down his hand and backed away, and the man unsheathed the sword.

Soblen was confused- and for some reason, the man clad in brown seemed to be confused to. Rather than looking at Soblen, the man was staring at his sword with a quizzical expression on his face.

"Uh... there's no need for violence here, buddy," said Soblen uncertainly. "If you don't like people saying hi, I'll just leave, okay?" Soblen turned around and began to walk off.

OoC: Sorry for the wait. ^^;;

BiC:

The clueless demon could do nothing but stare in awe at his hand as it completely unsheathed his sword. He heard a distant voice say, “Uh... there's no need for violence here, buddy. If you don't like people saying hi, I'll just leave, okay?” But this voice was the least of his concerns. In fact, he care very little about what the owner of the voice thought of him, rather what his arm seemed to want to do to him. As the swordsman looked up to see the silver haired man leaving, another sensation overtook, this one signaling much worse things.

“Crap,” he breathed out, noticing his legs were taking on their own agenda as well. And, yet, the whole while, his mind was fully functional, and fully regretting what he knew he was about to do. His arm began to extend itself, the sword quivering in its grasp, and his mouth still uttering the same incessant word, “Crap, crap, crap!” Considering his entire body was moving on its own accord, there was really no room for any other word to occupy his minuscule brain, for it was preoccupied in trying to stop himself. After being directed a few steps closer to the stranger, he seemed to be within swords distance of him, and Andrew knew what was to come.

Suddenly, his knees bent, and lept forward, with much gusto, landing directly beside the enemy and bringing the sword directly to his throat, his hand still trembling viciously. Now's a time for an explanation.

“I'm sorry, man, really sorry, I don't mean to be doing this but--” once more his arm lurched forward, making the only reason this random man was not killed right then and there the fact that he had jumped backward, almost instantly. “Oh, good. You can escape!” Andrew smiled widely, hoping this was enough to prevent much conflict. Sadly, it was not.

His other arm took possession of the sword, rushing back after the short male. “Argh!” he called out, frustration apparent in every syllable he uttered out. “I really don't want to be doing this! This thing! It's making me—Ah!” A few rapid moments were issued out by the sword, probably being deadly were the man in any of their ways. “How do I stop this thing!?” he cried, feeling dumber than ever. Which, for what it was, made this quite the moment.

OoC: Same. xD

BiC:

This guy's crazy! Soblen thought. He ducked as man clad in brown swung his sword at him, and rolled out of the way as the man lunged forward at him. Soblen felt quite confused. From the man's confused expression and stuttered apologies, Soblen somehow got the impression that this man was not controlling his own movements, but didn't have time to think about it as the katana swung threw the air and just barely missed Soblen's head, cutting off a few hairs in the process.

Soblen was a bit annoyed now. Whether this man was purposefully assaulting him or not, he knew he had to defend himself. He unsheathed his swords and put them up defensively, blocking against the powerful blows Andrew dealt. As the two golden swords glinted in the strong sunlight, a look of horror grew on Andrew's face.

"Wait- wait! I don't want to fight, I swear!" Andrew said frantically.

"Well, neither do I, but apparently we don't have a choice, do we now?" Soblen said. He frowned while warding off Andrew's attacks. I don't even know why I'm here, and now I'm dueling with some psycho on a dead field with skeletons strewn everywhere! This is just lovely.

After a short while, it became evident that Andrew's skill with a sword was superior to that of Soblen's, and Soblen was tossed to the ground. Andrew quickly brought his katana down, but Soblen rolled out of the way causing the katana to smash into yet another skull of the deceased.

Andrew backflipped, and dashed towards Soblen with his sword extended. Soblen quickly raised his hand, causing a clump of dirt and rock to be extracted from the ground and hit Andrew on the head, sending him flying backwards. Soblen raised one eyebrow, and looked at the ground. This earth is dead and unpure... I don't have as much control over it as I usually do. That was supposed to be a wall of earth, but just a clump came out...

Soblen didn't have time to think as he noticed Andrew getting up, still worried and confused. If this rotten earth makes my magic weaker, this may be a tough fight...