Burning to Avenge [1v1, Warmup]

OoC: Vyn

BiC: Fury, hate, a hellfire of emotions swarmed through Vyn's skull. He ripped his way through the gates of the city, unsheathed his blades, and cut down the nearby guards. Lashing out with whips of lava, he set flame to everything in his line of sight, then moved on to repeat the process. Humans screamed, choking on smoke and black ash, and on fear, running from collapsing buildings; to no avail, as they were soon mowed down by the elf. Howls of terror were loosed from the enraged black elf. There was no stopping the leveling of the city. Blood spattered, lightning crackled. Fire danced. Minds snapped. Limbs shattered.

Vyn awoke from his wonderful dream.

OoC: The setting is in an underground cavern, where cavern molds and fungi grow, and terrible creatures run rampant. The cavern is large enough to have a full ninja battle without even exploring the whole cavern.

OoC: Kraton, link in sig. I remember my first battle, Coll Vs Vyn. Sorry about the length.

Even the best of people cast shadows, no matter how good they are. They have a darker side that they keep bottled up within their souls. Most people keep it dormant for all their lives, unaware it is there. But if you can control and use] it, it provides you with true power.

A brilliant sphere of white light pierced the darkness, like a blade through flesh. Darkness couldn't overcome the light, therefore it surrendered, illuminating the cavern to show its true horrors. Crimson mold grew all over the cavern, appearing like blood. Howl of terror echoed throughout the never-ending cave.

The globe of light suddenly vanished, returning to the familiar form of Kraton, Heaven's Outcast. He gazed upon the strange place in either fear or confusion, studying his surroundings. Without a word, he made his way through the chilling cavern.

The virulence of the delicious cave mold was shown through its pulsating aura of death. Such pestilence didn't effect Vyn; his stomach broke down these chemicals like any other food.

Vyn began sitting up. Walking over to his two blades, he groaned in disgust. The sun was still up; he should still be sleeping. Oh well, the elf thought, unfurling his wings, and stretching them to their full span for a few seconds.

Suddenly, his ears twitched. Something drew near. His blades flashed out as he spun around; what lay before him was a slimefiend, a crawling dump of green toxins, somewhat resembling an octopus, standing 6' average. It had a slight air of radiation about it...

It lashed an anthraxic tentacle at Vyn, who stopped it with the flat end of his blade and chopped it off with the other. It bubbled out black, sticky, oozy tar, which melted holes in the ground. Opening its mouth, it shot a ball of poisonous sludge toward Vyn. The elf tapped into the power of the phoenix blood within him, to absorb the sludge and release it twice as powerful. Vyn also ignited it before letting it launch out of his own mouth. This caused the slimy beast to catch flame as well. It screamed a horrid scream, writhing in pain, slinging balls of fiery ooze in every direction, before bursting into trillions of tiny pieces.

Grunting in fatigue, mixed with a little surprise, he caught the spear of another troubling soul betwixt the X of his two swords. He parried the spear up by twisting below it with godspeed and constantly hammering on the bottom, then shoved the sword through the human's heart. Spinning around, and releasing his sword from the man's chest, he chopped off the hands of the next fool to approach him before slicing his neck. The next was impaled, the third was split in two by Radiocinate. Vyn ran through the imperial ranks, chopping as he went.

Kraton shuddered as he proceeded, he could smell blood. Preparation might be an idea... He mused, before setting his mind on his next action.

The outcast began to glow a luminous white. Glorious wings curled out from his shoulders, sparkling beautifully and dismissing the darkness. The new being of virtue shut his eyes and wrapped a shining hand around a glowing rapier. Herpius. The Angel rose into the air, continuing with a gentle look of peace across his lips.

Darkness approached Kraton as he appeared into a clearing, his eyes snapped to a shadow advancing on him. "Reveal yourself, evil vermin!" The outcast shouted in a bitter tone. Without waiting for the words to fully leave his lips, he had released light unto the dark, letting the opposite forces entwine with one another, and showing the Heaven's Outcast what hid behind darkness.

The Angel nearly laughed. A small, daemonic abomination hopped forth. It vaguely resembled a frog, and a hedgehog. It appeared to be the result of dark energies interfering with growth. In any case, something had happened to both creatures, to make them one creature. With realisation of this, a single flick of the wrist from the Angel saw the end of the creatures misery.

Kraton focused his mind on his rapier, letting light energy grasp it, hiding the dark blood trickling down to the hilt. As he clutched his renewed blade he heard movement from the shadows...

Seemingly endlessly, the imperial soldiers charged, only to have their necks licked by the razor-sharp blades, as bloodstained as the humans they mowed down. The elf sliced, impaled, shattered, ripped, and casted his way to victory. Hardly a challenge, he thought. These were merely militia, last-minute reinforcements. Not trained in any ways, save for specific instances. An unequal balance of blood and bodies lay before Vyn, now. What a great way, he thought, to lessen the load of bounty that was on him. He was already scheduled for execution...

Not that it mattered, most mortals couldn't even look into his eyes without knowing fear. He was a dark elf, a vunrae. The most dangerous and powerful race of Dunkar. A trained human soldier in the most prime day of his life could not defeat an 11 year old (in human years, anyway) vunrae.

Vyn smiled, licking all of the blood off of him. He was now aware that he was being watched. He was now fully aware of the presence about him...A set of eyes were on him, but these were no mortal's eyes. A shining sword lay in his hand, one that hurt Vyn's eyes. Smiling a slight bit, Vyn's swords were encased in poison (one that would numb the nerves of where it struck) and charged in, beginning his deathly dance.

Light melded into the darkness as the Angel narrowed his eyes at the figure steeping out from the shadow. A Vampire? A Daemon? Kraton couldn't decipher the being, but power pulsed from it. Evil power. Large feathery wings arched out from his shoulders, not unlike Kraton's own.

The outcast raised his holy rapier in a threatening manner as a evil crescent smile arched across its face, thinning the creatures dark lips. "Light will destroy you, evil cannot go unpunished!" Kraton bit back a chuckle at the irony of his words, knowing his own power.

"I am Vyn Valin, your executor." Emotionless words echoed to the Angel as Vyn tightened his grip on his now visible blades.

The outcast's response was with battle. He unleashed a stream of holiness upon the daemonic being, forcing him to throw himself out of the way aukwardly. Before Valin could retaliate, Herpius was upon him, locking against the twin blades of hell. It was then that the Angel used his free hand to swipe the Vampire across the chest, leaving a long stream of blood dripping from his chest downwards. Fury burned from Vyn's eyes as he advanced on the Angel.

The dancing blades cut the air around Kraton playfully; Vyn was in that kind of mood. He lifted his blade quickly to parry a strike from the angel's rapier, and took the time the angel was recoiling to cast a spell, Triturate, on Kraton's wings, the lightest part of his body. The weight of his wings were increased by 2.5x the amount they were, giving an annoyingly stinging pull, which would weaken his reflexes and make him less observant.

Vyn slunk back into the shadow of the cave, running to the left side of Kraton. His swords danced, the sharp singing noise echoing out through the cave. As the vunrae dashed towards the preoccupied angel, he doused his blades in poison once more. They arced around him as he spun diagonally in the air, slicing at...the air itself?

The angel had transformed into a ball of light and escaped under the elf's feet before the venomous, many-notched swords could strike their mark.

The sphere of light bounced behind the vampire, teasing him before Kraton returned safely to his Angelic form. He instantly sent a flash of light at Vyn, smothering him in the holy magic. The Daemonic being stumbled backwards, barely managing to keep his footing, which he lost when he was struck by a powerful line of holy lightning, Kraton's smite.

"You can't win vampire, my swift blade will slice you down!" The Angel lunged at the rising vampire, thrusting his blade powerfully at the moving shadow.

It was then that Kraton's wings began to darken, his flames dulled, his body... flamed. The outcast took a few seconds to cleanse himself, purifying the daemonic fire that shrouded him. This gave Vyn the time to cast. He started to glow, pulse and radiate with light. Then he imploded! A blinding light filled the room, allowing the angel to see what humans could not. Vyn sneaking towards Kraton, his blades clutched in an assassin's stance. Acting upon instinct, the Angel flexed his blade and slice at the upcoming vampire, easily penetrating his thin robe and leaving a large stain of blood across his arm.

Kraton drew back his blade and stretched it to the side of him, before turning it to point at Vyn. "So be it."

Vyn clutched his open wound, trying to seal it with magic as bare minimum as possible, conserving his energy. His swords flashed in taunt, as did his insane smile. He charged in, lightly waving his blades around the angel. The angel noticed that there was no power behind the attack, so he decided to go on the defensive and wait for the right time to strike. Writhing intricately, his rapier parried the meatless whirls.

Vyn swung them more recklessly, more quickly. Kraton was forced back a step, the attacks held their ground...Too fast, he thought. No time to cast, he was forced back another step. Even his strongest parry was quickly dismissed by the other blade. His speed was too immense, and he hadn't even broken a sweat. Realizing that there was no way he could stop Vyn's strikes, he jumped back.

Only to hit the cavern's walls. Vyn quickly moved in, but Kratos was too quick to switch plans. Smite fell against Vyn, the lightning striking him intensely. Just what he wanted. Fusillade. He released Smite back at 800% power, ripping through the air powerfully and instantly. Kratos had moved enough to receive a major wound from the devastation, but the wall of the cave was completely destroyed.

Vyn smirked as the floor collapsed.

The battle took to the skies as they both fell headfirst, yards by yards. The high-speed mid-air battle continued as they crossed guards in midair. Sparks of friction sputtered around the plunging enemies. Then, suddenly, Vyn took wing. He caught himself falling, and sped after the "arch-angel".

OoC: An arch-angel is a fallen angel, and since Kratos is falling..LOLOLOL.

err, your turn ._.

OoC: It's Kraton. Too much ToS for you! *spanks petey*.

BiC:

The decline of the angel stopped abruptly as Kraton flushed a powerful beat of wind from his weighty wings. He turned in mid-air in time to shield himself from the quickly advancing vampire. Vyn drove on carelessly, merely not comprehending Herpius glinting before him. as the clang of blade on blade erupted, the angel tensed his mind and let lightning rain on the vampiric creature, forcing him to mount the ground and dance between the bolts of energy.

Kraton let the strikes end before uttering some threatening words to the panting dvunrae. "Blame your fate." With those words still echoeing to his ears, he lowered himself to the ground and drove his rapier into the ground, rupturing the earth with light. The dirt parted ways for the jagged beams sprinting throughout the ground, eventually grasping Vyn and shoving him into a nearby wall.

"You have not seen my power yet, underestimate me and suffer the consequences." Biiter words rang from him, almost providing spirit for himself, because he rose to the outcast and shot him a liquid stare of anger.

OoC: Ok... too much ToS for me. Sorry about the length.

OoC: Blame your fate -.- Let's both agree to never play ToS again.

BiC: Vyn twisted his body around and fell like a meteor, straight down into the blackness. Kraton let his rapier shine, and the brilliant light snuffed the darkness out. Kraton followed. Eventually, after about 5 minutes of chasing after the elf, something unexpected happened...Water. Both of them hit a steaming hot underground lake going at least 20 miles per hour. Vyn was the first to rise above the water, his soaked body hovering inches over.

Sheathing his swords, yet charging them with an electrical current, Vyn, reluctantly, put his left ear underwater, so as to listen for the enemy. But something was wrong, for he could not only hear Kraton swimming about, but at least three dozen other creatures. And not only that, but the sound of swimming was drawing nearer.

Swimming desperately for the surface, the angel type thing held its breath for dear life. It was obviously close, the water pressure lessened greatly with each second of swimming. Finally touching the surface, he didn't stop swimming, and began to unfurl his wings to fly. Vyn jumped after him, also taking to the sky. And he noticed desperation in the way Kraton was flying, and swimming. He wasn't running from Vyn...

Water churned from underneath the fliers, racing for the entrance. And the living water easily defeated them in speed. Vyn tried to strike it with ice, but to no avail...It froze a fistful of water, but only for a second...the water was too hot. The water formed into an orb around Vyn and Kraton, the temperature of said water dropping rapidly. As the orb froze, Vyn and Kraton could only watch the creators of the orb-prison as they melded through the ice.

Thirty six sea elves.

OoC: Sea elves wield electrical tridents, control water and the temperature of it, resemble dark elves except for pale fish-like skin, and they have amazing speed and stuff. Do what you want with the orb, but don't destroy/melt it. XD

Bound to silence; Kraton eyed his prison-mate. Should he attack Vyn now? No. He would need the Vampire’s help to escape from their aquatic jail.

“Charge your power Vampire, we will need both of our energies to escape,” he whispered gently; yet with a warning tone to Valin, who had visible hatred etched across his face.

Intertwining his powers with Vyn’s, vampiric evil met holy light. Entwining the rays of energy, a serpent of opposing strength grew from the pair; meandering through the air and sinking its venomous fangs into the aqautic prison that held its masters.

Explosion? Eruption? Devastation would have been more appropriate.

Carnage was born from the power. Watered elven limbs strewn across the cavern, plainly visible in the destruction that had previously flooded. Evaporated in the power.

Taking no more time to study the depth of their combined powers; Kraton turned swiftly to the vampire finding surprise at his gaze which locked immediately with the outcasts own. Simultaneously rising, the trio of blade rising likewise; Kraton let angelic warmth flood into his rapier.

Without warning, both winged fighters sprung at each other, their blades wrapping inside one another. Their mutual stare held, even through the death grip.

OoC: I don't care how short it is, you rushed me.

Vyn didn't like this person. He didn't like anyone who used his power...so Vyn decided to end it. Spinning around and unlocking their blades, he slashed Kraton deep in the face. He writhed in mid-air pain, pushing his bleeding eyes with the bases of his palm. The dark elf then sprung, and his teeth plunged into the back of the angel's neck. This siphoned power and life from the profusely bleeding annoyance. From there he spun the angel around forcefully and cracked him in the jaw with the butt of his blade. A sickening crack ensued. Vyn then did the same with Kraton's solarplex, which sprayed blood. Spinning his swords around, he stabbed into the meaty forearms. Kraton screamed out a tone of sheer pain, then swung his arms wildly about, attempting to hit the elf.

Teleporting behind Kraton, he shot a ball of flame, which exploded, the force knocking Kraton into a nearby stalagmite. The ignited angel's chest burst through the stalagmite.

But Kraton wasn't going down without killing Vyn. He threw himself at Vyn, gathering up all his remaining energy into one little ball, then launching it at the elf. Vyn's amulet began to glow, and as the energy hit him, ripping apart his body and wings slowly, it shone brighter. Soon the energy was absorbed into the amulet, and Fusillade began. The energy was released in a cone shape, completely eradicating the entire cave for atleast 6 miles. The bleeding body of Vyn fell to the ice-covered lake below; Kraton's charred body followed.

"Waste of time, but at least he's cooked now. I hate raw meat."