2 Parts Surprise, 1 Part Battle [ Beh ]

Jonah surveyed the man he had kicked, seeing if any damage had been done. He seemed hurt, but not much. This time Jonah raised his blade proper, when a surge of pain shot from his spine.

Four blue blades were jutting out of his back. Three were only slightly embedded, while one went much deeper. With a push of his muscles, the first three fell out, but the last one only pushed deeper. Roaring in pain, a skin of shadow covered were the blade was lodged in, sealing the wound and hopefully seperating it from its master.

In pain, Jonah stepped forward, feinted with his blade and then spun to the right, his blade swining with him.

Crackle brought up his sword, his reflexes faster due to aura. He rolled arund Jonah to get a look at his back. He saw the knife still embedded in his back. He attempted to move the knife but apparently Jonah's magic interfered with his. He jumped backwards, behind the counter and realized there was no noise. He glanced over his shoulder and saw the people had all left.

Jonah spasmed as he felt the man's magic pull on the embedded knife. It ground against his bones and he gasped as his own magic repuulsed the feeling.
It was quiet now, many had left, though a few stragglers still remained. Behind him, the man was crouched, poised to strike. Jonah turned to face him, drawing a small dagger from his person. He waited in his defensive pose.....

Crackle stood with his blade held in both hands for several seconds. He then spun once for momentum then let go of his sword. Air whistled around it as the object circled through the air.

Jonah leaped into the air, soaring over the man towards the back of the room. While doing so, the light of he room was bent around Jonah, rendering him invisible. His stealth calming him, Jonah readied himself for the next attack.....

To Crackle it looked like Jonah jumped then vanished, not something you see every day. He held his sword, ready to throw and said, "Coward! Come out and fight me like a man!" he punded his chest with his right hand as he said this.

Silently, Jonah crept behind crackle, his invisibilty, waning slightly. Controlling his anger at the man's jibes, Jonah took a long deep breath. The man may have heard it, but it didn't matter, for Jonah had picked him up by the neck and thrown him across the room.

Dispelling his invisibilty, Jonah looked at the man while he recovered. "Thats for calling me a coward."

Crackle landed on a wooden table that broke from the force of the throw. He had several splinters in places where splinters shouldn't be and left hand middle finger felt broken but he ignored it. He picked up his sword and threw it at Jonah as he said, "This is for being a coward."

Jonah held is arm as if it were a shield, whispering a word and turning it into claggy mud. The blade the man threw lodged into it, painless to Jonah. However he had to remove it immediately, as the disk lodged in his back was reacting with it, grinding his spine.

"For no man should be unarmed, " shouted Jonah, throwing the blade back at the man. "And I need your name, so they know what to put on the gravestone." Jonah hoped the banter would quicken his foe, and expose some sort of weakness.

Crackle caught the sword and thought the man an idiot for returning the weapon. Crackle lunged at the man after his snide comment and his sword tip was aimed straight for Jonah's heart.

Jonah roared as he fell backwards, the man's sword piercing through his flesh. He gasped heavily as the man leant in close to further bury the blade.

"It was a good fight," whispered Jonah, the curve of a smile forming. The man looked somewhat astonished, perhaps he had not realized Jonah's sense of honour.

At this time, Jonah became more aware of what was going on in his body. He could feel the wounds in his skin and bones beginning to repair, ever so slowly.

What was the strangest of all was the blue disc lodged in his back. It was whirring away, perhaps commanded by its master, digging deeper and deeper into his back. But behind it, a new layer of flesh was forming, sealing it inside.

The whirring stopped. Jonah breathed a deep breath, and slowly pushed. Hard. All the magic left in him pushed as well, and the man and his sword flew off him, smacking into the opposite wall.

Feeling his wound, Jonah's hands were smothered in blood. Beneath them however, he felt something strange, something that was never there before. It was like scales, and a soft blue glow danced about his flesh.

"Woah, lightshow," said the man sitting in the corner. Jonah roared in agony as new layers of skin and flesh wrapped about his wound hiding the glow.

"What have you done to me!?" roared Jonah charging at the man.

(OoC: Whatever has happened to Jonah, he will not utilize it in this battle, or probably in any other one. He doesn't even know what has happpened And neither do I ;p)

(OoC: You stole one of Crackle's knives. :<)

Crackle brought his sword up and parried the blow. "I have no idea what has happened to you! It was not my doing. Perhaps your magic interfered with the aura covering I put on the knife!" Different thoughts ran through Crackle's head about the odd event but he just couldn't understand what had happened.

( OoC: A knife soon to be returned to you . I am not a thief BiC )

At the word knife, Jonah's insides began to burn again. He loked down, seieng the blue crystals sprouting across his wound. Groaning Jonah closed his eyes, and the burning stopped, the knife flying back towards the man.
Feeling his body, his armor plating had dispelled, the mans strike to strong. He needed to return them, but that required energy.....

Raising a hand, all the bottles of spirits and drinks shattered, the liquid within becoming a large orb of swirling booze. Using what little knowledge he knew of fire magic, he set his finger tip on fire, igniting the orb. It was soon ablaze, the energy within more than enough. Plunging his hand into the fire he felt his armor returning to him.

Pulling his hand out, the orb exploded, setting the building alight. Jonah readied his blade, wooden beams falling about him.

"Whatever you have done you will pay for it!"

Crackle, to his great surprise, found he was engulfed in flame. His first instint was to scream out in pain but he realized that would send flames down his throat. He closed his mouth and grimaced in pain. He looked around and saw a window. He jumped towards it, both shattering the glass and sending him out the building. He rolled as he hit the ground and that extinguished the flame son him and reduced the impact of hitting pavement.

The establishment collapsing around him, Jonah slowly exited, fire licking his heels. As he stepped out of the door, the whole building collapsed, the final explosions of cheap beer ripping the buildings frame apart. The streets were bare, and Jonah could not see any sign of his enemy. Perhaps he was still inside charred and crushed. Or perhaps he had gotten away, to safety. Looking down at his chest wound Jonah let a tear fall onto the blue crystals.

"One day," whispered Jonah. "One day." With this he allowed a nimbus of swirling light to engulf him, and he was gone.

(OoC: So that brings our battle to an end. I think we were quite successful at blowing the place up If you want to do a final post to show Crackles escape and views on the fight by all means do so. If not we'll just leave this thread be I suppose. I commend you for the excellent fight and hope Jonah will have the pleasure of blowing more things up with you soon )

(OoC: Not much I could say about it from Crackle's view, it was a good battle though. ^_^)