[Round 1 Set 8] Battle at Star Hill

As Flame Demon looked up at the starry sky,he gets a relaxed feeling. He was ready to fight. The surroundings of Star Hill were beautiful. The long grass was a shiny silver color. The air was warm and there were billions of stars in the nighttime sky.

Flame Demon noted that there was a full moon out which complemented the area's beauty. He looked at his two opponents and drew Red Glory and then split them into Daggers.

"Okay,just bring it!!"


Flame Dmon charged at his opponents as they were ready to make their move.


OoC:Sorry that was so short,but i just wanted get an intro.

No worries! Shortness is the work of a master -- the right words in the right place means awesomeness can be compressed and taken in quicker.

Let's do this.

(Ic)

Johann blinked, and looked around him. He then prodded at the ground with his foot. It acted like, well, mud. The world blurred as he moved his head, and he remembered why he had given up drinking. This was obviously some sort of dream -- the more exquisite kind, with more of the silver hillsides and a good deal less of the fluffy bunnies and kilted ninjas that so frequently haunted Johann's night time wanderings through dream-like worlds. Tentatively, he took a step.

Crunch.

Umm... no. Tentatively, he lifted his foot. A shattered snail, bits of shell clinging to my boot -- he glanced around and tottered uneasily as the wind swept around him, catching him under his arms and making him want to twirl gently, like a dancer. He looked down and something caught his eye, cotton caught on the wind -- like some kind of imp or spirit, harbringing the dawn and the destruction of this place. One or two caught on his clothing.

No. Why would I think that? The snail -- the cotton, He looked to the horizon and saw a strata of clouds that looked just like a turtle. Why would I... dream in that sort of detail? Normally dreams are vague and change swiftly, they never stick like this --

And, as if on demand, the earth shifted. Johann's perception ran like oil over canvas and a cry, distant with... distance was sounded. Johann wiggled a finger in his ear and nonchalantly examined the wax. Some caught under his fingernail. He spotted some guano on the grass in front of him, and then sat down.

It's my dream. If something wants to fight, it can damn well be civil about it.

Johann closed his eyes, lazily scratched himself and started to hum. But the ground clung to him -- damp from the grass seeped into his shoulderblades, the cold soaked into his hair. His hand twitched as a beetle brushed up against it. This was all too... present. It was as though this land he had awoken into was using the only weapon it had. This field was spitefully and persistently being real at him.

He sat up suddenly to find himself eye-to-eye with... a biker. He was aware of another person running up to them, but kept his eyes fixed on the red-haired figure. What part of my subconscious did you crawl out from?

He slowly became aware that the figure was holding daggers, and was looking down at Johann confusedly.

"...Ooh yeah." Johann rocked up to his feet -- a fluid movement, joints straightening in order until he was eye to eye with the newcomer. "You were charging, yeah?" Johann folded his coat aside, and dropped it the body-shaped imprint in the grass behind him, and unwrapped his staff. Both fighters took up a stance.

"This is usually the part... where people wake up screaming."

This is my first time doing this so. Sorry if I dissapoint you.

(In Charicter)

Exarius had walked in the Midnight sky allowing himslef to concentrate on the matters at hand.

This is my first fight among equals, I have never thought that I would be fighting so soon after my arrival.

As Exarius had arrived at the location, He drew Kalour allowing the magnificant sword to glimmer in the moonlight. He admired the beauty of the arena and sighed.

Such a Gerogeous environment to be destroyed by battle.

As he looked ahead he saw a glimmer of a blade, and than that of two people fighting. One had thrown off his cloak and held a staff. And the other held a pair of daggers.

A magic user!, And the other some kind of Rouge?

Exarius than ran up to the duo of fighters and had arrived just in time to hear the magic user say.

"This is usually the part... where people wake up screaming ."

"Screaming. eh? Well, Bring It!"

And he then challenged the Fighters.

Flame Demon saw the third challenger.

"Beautiful night isn't it?" he said

Flame demon then yelled, "Hellfire Blades!"

Then the flames engulfed the daggers and he chsrged at Exarius.
Flame Demon started slashing at Exarius. He knew that there was a chance that he could defeat his opponent.

Flame Demon then jumped back and opened his hand an fired fireballs at his opponents.

"Very"

*And with flaming Daggers he charged Exarius with the fiery weapons. Slashing desperately to to make contact*

*Exarius had back-flipped to move a few feet away from Flame Demon and after he had done so a fireball was already heading his way*

Hinotama! *and Exarius sent his own fireballs to meet the others*

*There was a cloud of smoke after the clash, Exarius than charged toward Flame Demon. Brandishing Kalour and made a fast cut with his sword*

Feeling drowzy, and with no fireballs to speak of -- Johann leant on his staff and rifled through his waistcoat for a mint.

I really do smell at dreams, y'know. I mean: Three's obviously the wrong number for a punch-up. You're either ganging up on someone, or there's one chap feeling left out.

He found a tin of peppermints -- and extracted one, idly watching the fight. He was onto the imperial center before the slim human scored. A blow the hilt of the biker's dagger and it was knocked aside, out of his hand. Defenseless and biteless with only one dagger the half-elf turned to run and retrieve it immediately...

...only to find it under the boot of Johann: Rested, armed and with surprisingly fresh breath. He kicked the dagger over, counted to three and attacked.

The first blow was a swinging arc from behind, wood hitting forearm. The second was a spinning movement, staff passing between hands in the air and ending with a backhand stab to the stomach -- daggers useless against such attacks, Flame Demon grabbed the staff by hand and forced the blade down by his side. Johann repositioned his right hand above the half-elf's grip and swung it round and up: Releasing it from his enemy's hold and narrowly missing his chin.

Johann paused to smile at the thin tear going up his foe's leather jacket, before impulsively blocking to the left. This was the callow guy with the shiny sword: attacking methodically but with speed. SUddenly on the defensive -- all Johann could do was hammer out the sword blows as they came. Panicking, he tried to find a pattern: some attack formation that he could exploit the next time it came around -- but the flailing, slashing motions seemed to bear no repetition, and Johann kept a wary eye out for the biker a few metres back, in case he decided to join in again.

And he did. Just as Johann slipped and fell back on a log -- the biker plunged, knocking Exarius aside into a brawl on the grass.

(OoC)

Hope you don't mind the nickname xD.