10th NLBFT 1st Round Battles

[t3hDarkness]

(Ooc: He’s still not Nick, or does Affliction call everyone that, kind of like a British thing)

A swing of his arm and a flick of the wrist, a three-foot diagram wrote it self in the air, a heptagon bound in a circle with wires connecting a heptagram in the middle. Soon after, there was faint hissing issuing forth.

"A simple spell usually has an equally simple solution. The smell of death that pervades this crypt is hydrogen sulphide and methane." As he spoke, the inner wires of his array widened and spread towards the outer edge. He continued, "A flammable and quite poisonous mixture of gasses that I doubt your brand of hedge magic deals with."

Affliction, confused by his foe's speech could smell nothing. He suddenly remembered something the old wizard had taught him, something about the smell of rotten eggs and how the gasses from it deadening the senses. The masked man very deliberately dragged his feet in the sand. As he did so, Affliction’s spell triggered and the inner wires of the array snapped back together. The whole area exploded. The youthful wizard was projected by the force of the blast a full eighty feet into the last widened crossroads in the hallways where he consequently smashed into a crossbeam. His father’s blade lay cold, buried in the sand next to him.

The masked priest was slowly walking forward, violently extinguishing all the remaining patches of flame with loud cracks of his razor wire gaining momentum with each swing. Brass Knight chanted, a slow depressing string of single syllables that sent chills up Garamy‘s spine. Soon after the literal darkness set another kind, a chilling sense of despair the kind of darkness that makes one forget they have arms, the kind that smothers any source of light. A darkness like a coffin.

Chase Alphonse, immune to his own spell, watched as the boy takes up his father’s sword and runs. A smart move considering that his senses would only betray him as long as he was within range of the darkness illusion spell. He ran, feet defying gravity along the wall, dragging wire across the other wall and along the floor. Preparing traps for future use.

Garamy could have sworn several times a grinning visage of that brass mask emerged from the deep shadows to try to bite him and something slithering in sand next to him. Each time he swings his blade but feels no resistance and the apparitions dissolve. He slows down to catch his breath. Reality once again comes into view as he sees a skeletal hand holding a candle on the wall and the sword can once again hold flame. His fingertips are bloody from scraping against rough stone wall and his knees bruised from tripping over what he hopes were just piles of sand.

Brass Knight’s hand was bloody too but for a completely different reason. While he watched the younger wizard, he cut the tip of his third finger on his left hand to write a spell on the wall. The seal he wrote was a darkness seal, made to absorb all light for about an one hundred fifty foot radius.
He started whistling a bright and happy little tune something that couldn’t possibly be mistook for the wind or an animal.

[KirbyBoy2000]

The two warriors stared each other down, their blades both so close to drawing blood, yet standing in stalemate. Nevan stepped backward to gain some distance, however the woman refused to let him gain any leeway, making her way forward with every step he made.

Seeing no end to her relentless pursuit, he decides that if she will not grant him any distance, that he would instead force her to. In almost an instant Nevan reverses his previous retreat, dashing forwards, tackling her with his shield held high. It managed to push her away for a few short seconds, but she was too experienced to let that stop her. With a remarkable grace she lands unharmed and with katana and parasol in hand resumes her attack.

She holds the parasol forward as she advances, using its wide form to both block any attempt he made at countering, as well as to hide where the blade would strike. Nevan swings directly at the umbrella with his sword, the force of the attack knocking it from her hands.

Undeterred, she kept onward, swinging low to evade the guard of his shield. By the time at which he noticed the attack however it was too late, and a deep gash tore into his leg. Enraged by the would inflicted upon him, Nevan counters with a vertical slash, the top part of his blade breaking off as he did. It flies outward, scraping against the stone floor until it is lost somewhere in the dark ruins.

Nevan limps backwards, putting some distance between him and his opponent, his blade dragging along the ground as if barely even held together as he did. He attempts to rebuild his composure, his mind blocking out all of the pain he retained since this point. As he does his blade reforms, once again solid instead of broken into various pieces floating without form.

He glares at the woman, rarely has an opponent ever injured him so. He vows to himself to defeat her, and repay the pain she dealt back to her. He lifts the blade to his side and rushes towards her with a powerful horizontal slash.

[BrandonTragedy]

OoC: Since you call my character Garamy, I'll call yours Chase. Ok? and sorry, for calling your character the wrong name sometimes, i get names mixed up.

Affliction watched the mysterious fighter come into view. And pumped up his sword with rage. The sword of Sahiro was behaving better than usual on this very faithful night. The sword did not normally behave like this, this sword had a mind of it's own, and it seems that the sword was somewhat ready to fight. SO Affliction could not disagree. "why must we do this in the dark" thought Affliction. Chase came into view and saw Affliction ready to fight and that surprised him. But like Affliction had found out before, Chase was quick. Affliction charged at him and swung the great blade at his legs, Chase used his wires to stop the blades from making contact, and also used two blades to try to hit Affliction in the back, but failed as Affliction simply leaned out of the way. Affliction while literally melting the wire continued to try to force the blade to Chases body. He strove with his might, and brock the wire, and got to his legs, but it was too late, as Chase jumped up to dodged the blow. Chase sent just a few more to do so. But Affliction rolled away from both of the great wires. Affliction tried to brew his own spell, but he realized that he was probably under hundreds of pounds of sand, and there was no way to harness weather. "dang" thought Affliction to himself.

"Well, how do you do with this" said Affliction, there was something in his Affliction's gut, that told him, not to do it, but Affliction ran into a dark tunnel. He ran with only the light from his blade. "Just maybe" though Affliction, Affliction's plan worked, he came to a crossing point, that would soon confuse Chase. Affliction without thinking ran into the left tunnel, as Chase caught up, he looked into the three doorways, all three were lit by candle light, there was little he could to find out, but try all three paths, He sent five wires into each path. But Affliction knew he would do this, and was able to actually bury himself, in sand, but he had to put out the flame on the sword. Chase was successful, and took the left path, he noticed the lump and sent a wire into what seemed be a chest area, but he failed. Affliction jumped out from behind Chase and Swung the great blade, and manage to cause a great gash in Chases right arm, because Chase was barely able to manage to dodge the whole attack. "What," thought Chase " A decoy". "you fell for it" Said Affliction with a smirk. "Now prepare to fight with the ball in my court" Said affliction. Who ran into another turning point. This time he was confronted by a dead end. The wall had a skull and crossbones that was painted by what seemed to be a dead somebody, he could tell this because he looked down, and saw a skeleton, this one was covered in blood and looked pretty fresh.

Affliction turned and looked behind him, he saw chase, standing in the shadows, He had a riped sleeve rapped around his arm, to stop major bleeding. "Lets do this than!" yelled Affliction charging forward. Affliction ran forward like he was going to attack, and Chase threw more wires at him, he dodged, and rolled under Chase, and ran forward into another path, Affliction had decided to use the elements that neither of the fighters knew where they were, so he decided to take another path. He ran through a great path that was pitch dark, and Chase fallowed along the wall. The room was getting smaller, and was only lit by the light of Afflictions great blade. Affliction hoped to use his sword light to his advantage.

Affliction looked behind, this was his chance, and, he let the sword go out yet again. This time, no one could see, not even Chase, Chase tried to come up with a spell for light, but Affliction was thinking to fast, and ran, by time he had used it, Affliction was some distance away, as Affliction came to another crossing road, he saw another skeleton, that resembled some one who did lately. He bent down and looked at it, this one was torn apart by something, and whatever it was, he didn't want to come across, this he knew. Affliction decided to take the path on the left, because it was lent by a small amount of candle light. He ran down the path. Chase, caught up and saw the same body, Chase took the path to the right.

Affliction ran, and ran, in the barely tent of light that only lasted for a few minutes. Affliction slowed down to a walk after a few minutes. There is little that Affliction wouldn't do to see daylight because Affliction knew that this could be where he was going to die. He certainly hoped not. After another few minutes of walking Affliction heard a great moan. Affliction did not want to know what it was, or where it was coming from. Affliction actually sprinted to the other path, by time he reached the other path he was gasping for breath. sweat had started to drop down his face, as he continued to pant for breath, as he had never sprinted that fast in his life, and he was truly sorry for doing so to.

Affliction knew this time he would take the other path, and he slowly paced through the hall. The further he had gotten, the colder the room became. "why is it so cold" Said Affliction to himself. He looked around and realized he was surrounded by wire, he quickly jumped as high in the air as possible, dodging just about every, thing, one wire, cut a pretty good gash in his arm. This was all though, as He had just about fallen into chases Trap. " No" said Affliction to himself. Affliction grabbed his sleeve and riped it, he rapped the torn sleeve around his leg. Chase arrived from the shadows. "dang" said Chase, "it didn't successfully kill him". "It will take more than that" Said Afflictions who's sword started to grow with anticipation. "I am sorry to say that you will meet your death" said Affliction who started to grow a cockiness level.

Something wasn't right this time around though, and even Affliction could feel it. " who are you?" asked affliction, "I am Chase, Alphonse" replied chase, " I to know not where I am". Affliction stared, as did chase, but chase seized his opportunity, and attacked. He used a few wires, and even a spell to try to catch Affliction off guarded, but it had not worked, as Affliction ran and dodged all of them. "Don't you see it will take more than that to beat me?" said Affliction.

[Inferno Dragon]

the flames sent back at Inferno hardly hurt him at all, in fact it was absorbed into Inferno's body.

Inferno: hmph... you still have alot to learn. not only can wind extinguish flames but the wind can also fule it.

Inferno sheathed his smoaking blade and streached his wings back before beating the air with a great flap of his crimson wings. the torrent of wind sent the floating Vilrith smashing into the wall. As he looked up he saw that Inferno had vanished. Vilrith got to his feet when he fealt the impact of a blazing punch hit the left side of his face. and then a quick knee hit him in the gut.
Inferno struck hard with a blazing uppercut followed by a hard swipe with his tail knocking Vilrith to the center of the room.
Inferno then began charging up a ball of purple fire. the blazing violet ball contained within it a nasty surprise for Vilrith.

Inferno: Venomous Flames!!!

Inferno unleashed a firestorm of a thousand purple fireballs all aimed directly at Vilrith.

[t3hDarkness]

“Have you noticed friend, that it is getting harder to breath in here?” asked The Brass Knight, “I do believe I have learned a small secret of this system. If we run around for too long we will surely run out of air.” He did not need to reveal this to his opponent, but his sense of honor could not allow his opponent to fall for someone else’s trap. Clever traps he considers his domain, one that he will fiercely guard.

Chase Alphonse held his palm straight out and abruptly pulled his arm up to a stiff reach into the ceiling all his wires in the trapped area sprang taut, creating a vast amount of macabre webs vibrating with the sudden tension. The masked fighter pulled two vials from his jacket. The red vial he opened and took the smallest whiff of, a poison called Red Hand’s Grasp that was created to suffocate a target by causing their lungs to squeeze together. A minute dose would help to conserve oxygen. The other vial he gracefully threw into the tangle. It made three rotations before the alchemically treated wires sliced it apart with almost no resistance. Bits of glass landed softly in the sand and started billowing a wall of thick purple gas. Several small creatures that had been hanging on the ceiling fell and dissolved before landing.

Affliction had to make a decision, and quickly. Inhale the gas and get closer to his opponent, or run back through the tangle of wire. A meaty rotting skull fell into the gas and made his decision for him. In a few seconds, even the bone was turned to liquid. He held his sword and scabbard forward to protect his face from the webs. The rest of his body didn’t fare so well and gashes opened up all along his shoulders and arms. He burst forward through the net but the gas was still expanding, small creatures shriveling and dying along the way. He was starting to memorize part of this part of the maze and knew that there was no exit this way.

In front of him he saw that winking mask getting ready to attack with a forward punch. He charged, Sahiro to the ready, to spear that grinning man, not even thinking about how the man got around so fast. Even if it meant taking a full volley of needles, his fierce sword will connect . . .







Through an old wooden barrier and down a small slope. The mask grinned and dissipated, a message courtesy of Brass Knight’s venom. This is a new area, one that might lead to an exit or one that might lead to certain doom.
Affliction stood up brushed himself off and shouted to the air, sand fell and Sahiro flared.

Even far away, Chase heard the yell and got a lead on Affliction’s current location. He scratched a chameleon array symbol into his chest to make himself blend into his surroundings and injected two syringes of delirium venom into the fangs of his living gauntlet. He flipped through a few more pages of the book and started into the direction of the yell.

[X-3]

"Aw, crap!" Plasma suddenly yelled twice, once when he realized his pistols were useless, and another when he was about to be kicked in the head. He kept silent when the rock smashed into his arm.

At this moment, he had already taken a significant amount of damage, while the Guardian was almost the exact opposite. His "hologram hair" was flickering on and off in no pattern, while the Guardian prepared another blow. The manager was barely working, and rocks and asteroids were bouncing off each other. He needed to turn the battle around.

He swung out two tiny, violet chips, and stuck them to his pistols. Immediately, the chips fused with the pistols, turning them a violet color. It was a strange sight, but it made Plasma happy for some reason.

Plasma quickly aimed and fired his transformed weapons at the Guardian, while she sped in his direction. Like before, the bullets were as speedy as a turtle. This time, however, there were more bullets to block her path, and they were quickly, but only slightly so.

The Guardian whipped out her double axe, and swung at the bullets, easily destroying them. Plasma jumped off the asteroid he occupied, and continued to aim his strange pistols at the Guardian. When she reached the asteroid, she leaped off it, in Plasma's direction.

Plasma expanded his leg a bit to reach a nearby rock. When he felt the rock's bumpy texture on his foot, he pulled his body towards the rock, and suddenly shot more bullets at the Guardian, some striking her right arm, other missing the target completely. This was going to be a long battle.

OoC: Early criticism for this post would be appreciated, sorta like how SMG64 got some for the fire on wet wood thing.

[Galefore]

OoC: Wow, I'm impressed at everyone's performance so far. This is turning out better than I would have thought! I'm proud of you guys!

Slowly, from the angry heaven above which sprayed forth the tears of the dead, as Erasmus would later note, there trickled the rain, which began to destroy the fire. Erasmus slowly rose from the flame, almost falling once again, still bleeding heavily. This wasn’t going to be stood for: such a heavy beating, such a bloody visit to the swamp. Erasmus noticed his hovel melting away, and his dimly glowing irises and sharp, filmed over pupils looked over at the battle ready wraith. Such impudence, a braggadocio of a ghost, taking all pleasure from the serenity of ice and replacing it with chaotic fire…

Fire was everything the ice-crafter was against added as one object. Such flickering idiocy, proving to glimmer in the sun, and yet glimmer in the darkness, and shine gaudily for hours until it was duly snuffed out. The rain fell as a sharp sword upon the flame, dousing it as best it would, but it needed help. Without even motioning, Erasmus’s blood was taken out of the water molecules, it’s diffusion reversing and forming the blue blood atop the black muck.

Without a sound or motion, the fire was silenced. The flickering flames stood suspended, ice overtaking and freezing it, and even the heat was unable to penetrate the strong, mystical ice, strengthened merely by willpower. Erasmus walked on what was now an icy floor above the muck, and around the shade, forms of ice appeared as pillars, ensnaring him, their sheen and smoothness radiant and showing an amazing amount of serenity and power…

There was no longer a need to think about it. The pillars shot up, and hit the shade-demon’s arms, sending the dark-blade hurtling away. The pillar to the ghost’s right lifted and curved to slam him against the other on his left, the sounds of a caving ribcage audible throughout the area.

“Do you see the angel’s crying, their plain, saltless tears falling for you? They weep even for a ghost, whose life is in torment. I weep blood from my broken body…” He paused as he felt his muscles contract, blood pouring from his dismembered torso like a geyser erupting anew. Drops of the potent liquid landed on Irby’s face, cleaving to him instantly and masking his ugliness. Still other’s clung to his cloak of black, forming a patch of trembling blue to disrupt what was formerly without light.

“I will bleed on your behalf, ghost, before I free you to go to the other side.” The pillar closed in further. “You are undeserving of a swift passing, however, and I will make even your undead spirit shudder in agony!”

The pillar quite literally crushed the ribcage of the undead spirit, and hissing emerged from the hooded cloak. The spirit struggled to gain freedom before he was reduced back to dust, as he was most likely before he returned as a vengeful demon.

“Such a sad story to retell again and again… You will not get the chance for an encore, telling your putrid stench of death to those who would not hear it!”

Icy tendrils crept from the pillar that was behind Irby, his back’s resting place. They wrapped around the struggling wrists and allowed for no movement. Slowly, the contracted like a boa…

Erasmus coughed up blood and stooped to gasp. He cried out, “DO YOU SEE WHAT YOUR HERESY TO PEACE AND SANCTITY HATH DONE TO ME? YOU WILL NEVER FREE YOURSELF! YOU WILL ALWAYS WANDER! I KNOW, YOU ARE A SPIRIT, YOU ARE EVER TO BE HERE, BUT YOU WILL HURT WHEN IN MY PRESENCE!”

The ghost hissed and sputtered with the black breath of rot, begging with his actions for the way out of his entrapment. The radius and ulna began to fracture, small piercing and crackling occurring.

“If you wish for a peaceful passing, you may request it…” somberly spoke the ice-crafter.

He was given no response. How the wraith would break free was beyond him, but his grip on the ice was slipping, as it melted beneath the humidity, becoming water again. He squeezed one last time before the pillars began to dissipate, and wrested an arm almost completely out of joint, satisfied to hear the crack and the wraith spitting in rage once again.

As ice turned to water, Erasmus slowly rose and backed away, and hoped to be able to retaliate. He saw the pillar gone, the ghost stepping away from the former monument, and Erasmus cursed as Irby picked up the dark-sword. Erasmus tore a pike from his shoulders, feeling dizzy from blood loss and organ failure, knowing his death was possibly soon to come. A dim kiss of death, how grave that was to think about… He would not embrace back, he had work yet to do on the earth… Yet it seemed so real and possible. He formed a sword once more of the spike, prepared to defend himself if need be. The formerly frozen fires were melted, but were mere embers of what they once were. Several trees were left unburned, as the moisture had kept them safe of the flaming purge that countered the freezing purge…

It was the same swamp, at least almost, as it had been when Erasmus entered, and it disgusted him. He smiled as he stepped past a frozen and then incinerated dragonfly nest, and then stared into the dark muck, Irby sloshing through it to make it closer, and a fight came with him…

[Irby]

Irby had a new plan.This plan would take away the rest of his sword's power but would create something devastating.Irby's sword glowed a bunch of different colours.His sword then became white as snow.The sword started stretching and took the shape of a scythe.It stopped glowing and there it was.
Irby's ultimate weapon.He shot another bolt however the bolt was to distract Erasmus.The bolt struck Erasmus's eyes,now he could not see a thing.This was perfect for Irby.Irby created another bolt and it struck Erasmus's chest.
Irby started to slash Erasmus over and over again.Erasmus fell to the ground
hardly breathing at all.The scythe was stronger then it looked.Stronger then Irby's original weapon.
For the first time during the whole fight Irby spoke.
"You have been the hardest adversary Ive faced.However I must finish you off."
Irby smashed the scythe in Erasmus's chest.He pulled it out and repeated.
Irby pulled his scythe from Erasmus's chest and smashed it in Erasmus's face.

Ooc:Thats all I can think of because im tired and stuff.

[Galefore]

Dear God, my guy can survive a lot, but geez, I'll have to really pull out the stops to survive this battle. I'll post again tomorrow.

NOTE: I'm shortening this, it will now end this Monday. I realize that waiting until wednesday was a bit long, and left a lot of battles a bit too much time. I know it's a bit shorter than usual, but there is a real need to end it a bit sooner. Any objections? Anyway, this all ends Monday, so you all have around four and a half more days to get satisfied with your battle and/or feel as if it is completed. Also, I believe everyone has already showed up, so I guess the no-show catergory is not gonna happen. Anyway, that's the haps, so... Onward with your fights!

[BrandonTragedy]

Affliction walked with not so much pride this time, in the last bout, he had been tricked into losing, a face off, but he knew it would not be the first time they face. He did not like to lose at anything, even, a small face off. Rage started to fill Afflictions heart, and He started to twitch with both rage, and anticipation for a future bout, but this was the future, and he would not have time to cool off. He continued to walk forward, guided only by the light of the great blade. He soon came to another crossing roads, he took the left because the fact that right, had often lead to bad luck. He came to another, after only a short walk. And ended taking the left, and ended up at another yet again. He walked into the left again, and walked into a short room, and the door came closed shut behind him. This was time for something new.

The brocken hearted jumped around and saw the door shut, "what the" said Affliction, there was a since of emergency in his voice, after all, its not every day you get stuck in a room, with no light, and being chased by some one who can kill you, with just a thought, and a wire would be in your chest. Affliction turned back around to see yet another crossing path, and a figure emerged from the dark corner of the right path. "YOU!" yelled Affliction at Chase. Affliction charged forward and showed off his anger with a large swing of his great blade, Chase thought to slow and got caught up watching. He jumped to the side and was able to dodge most of the blow, but his luck didn't last.

Affliction through out another counter, he swung his blade left, and cut Chase lower left waist, and Chases shirt caught fire. Chase hit the fire, taking away what was left of the pathetic fires oxygen, and all that was left to prove he was burned, was a large burn on his left waist, and a pretty bloody gash. There was something that burned at his own waist to, and Affliction looked at his waist and saw a wire going in and out his waist, this was not vital because it hit no organs, just like a pierce, it barely even hit Affliction but hit him nonetheless. Affliction riped the wire out of his waist leaving an average size gash in the side of his waist.

He looked back at Chase who was smirking at him, "one for one, wouldn't you say" Said Chase. Affliction sighed, and realized he hadn't won again. This was something Affliction doesn't take, well, as Chase learned before. Affliction charged forward and swung the great blade at him and Chase simply jumped to the side, Afflictions sword got stuck in the sand. And Affliction tried to wiggle it out, but before he could Chase shot a wire at him, and Affliction was just barely able to dodge this one, and he rolled to the ground, finally able to wiggle the blade out. Affliction did not like what he had been seeing out of his opponent, and he realized yet again that his opponent was very clever.

Affliction was disappointed in himself, and realised he had let his ego do the fighting, he did not like to let his ego take over, but, it has happened before. Affliction flinched for one moment thinking about that moment, and another wire shot straight at Afflictions head, but out of reflex, he raised his sword, and deflected it into the ground. "Damn" Said Affliction, knowing he let himself, be unguarded to long, he decided to set up a strategy, that would what he thought would help him out. Affliction rubbed one foot on the floor, and caused friction, He shot a Raging thunder technique into the ceiling above that was made of sand. Sand pored over Chase, and Affliction took his chance to get away for a short amount of time.

Warrior: Affliction ran out the opposite door of in which Chase had ran out of. Affliction hoped for another miracle, or another great reflex. He didn't know what to do anymore, he was running now, with just pure curiosity of what would happen. all he could do now was hope for a miracle, and hope that he would not die tonight, and the end of his life, would not come here. Affliction remembered what is was like to be a winner, and he wanted so badly to win in this fight. He charged forward with a new found, not rage, but fire inside, he hoped that he could win.

Affliction came across another passage, this one was larger than all the others, and had a great wall decorations, the room was over 20 feet tall and there were candle lit chandeliers in the ceiling. Affliction looked around and saw that this room was more decorated than all the others. Along the wall was the repeated pattern of a bow, a sword, and a shield. Affliction had no idea why this things would be on the wall, or why this big of room, would be in something like this.

[Bartman101]

OoC:Here goes nothing.
Fang slashed killer with his mighty sword sending him flying into the air,Killer landed on a tree, He quickly got up as he saw fang running towards him with his sword.Killer stood up and got out his chain, He threw it around the legs of fang making him loose his balance.Killer swong the chain with all his might, Sending fang fly into a tree. Fang struggled to get up, Then killer was ready with his machette.
Killer:Is that the best you got?
Fang:Not by a long shot.

Fang drew his might sword and went on the attack, Killer was almost completely helpless, Killer knew he had to do something fast or this fight was over. Killer kicked fang making him stumble a little, Meanwhile While fang was getting back in the game, Killer hid up a tree.
Fang:Where are you?
Killer got down, But he rapped the chain around fangs waist/
Fang:What the?
Killer started swinging fang like a rag doll, Killer made fang come flyin towards him, as he was coming towards him Killer let out a ficious backround kick sending Fang flying towards a tree. Fang hit a tree with great force.

As he was getting up Killer was getting back his strength.Fang was nearly to his feet. Killer got out his machette and got ready to duel.
Killer:Come on ad fight.
Fang:You are tougher than I thought, But I will win!.
Fang launched attacks at killer that killer couldn't block, But then all of a sudden killer dodged a blow by fang and took his machette and sliced fang with it through his arm, Pinning him and his arm to the tree.

Killer:You are tough but I must win.
Killer took his machette out of Fang's arm, fang's arm was just squirting out blood.
Fang:You are tough but not as tough as you look.
Fang got killers chain and used his own weapon against him, He took the chain and started to choke killer with it, Killer was starting to fade, Killer had to do something quick.
Killer grabbed a part of the chain and whipped fang with it,
Killer was having trouble keeping up with the great warrior called fang, Killer grabbed fangs sword and was ready to lay a beating down on him, He slashed fang with his own sword.

Fang moved out of the way, Fang was determined to win the fight, Killer slashed fang in his leg making fang fall down to the ground.
Killer:It's over.
But then, Fang picked up killers machette and slashed him making him fall against a tree, Both killer and and were injurged.Killer checked his cuts he was bleeding out his mouth, nose, and his left arm.
Killer slashed fang but fang moved out of the way, Fang slashed killer in the leg making him fall down in pain.Fang got a huge bolder and dropped it onKiller's leg.

[Galefore]

Rarus hasn't showed up, and is under the penalty zone. I hadn't realized at first.... Sad, I hope he shows up in a couple of days before he is eligible for elimination.

[t3hDarkness]

Chase dug himself out of the sand pile and brushed himself off. His side ached, but he was chuckled. Even though he had have to take a pretty hard hit in order to set it up he was able to inject his opponent with a full dose of the delirium venom he had coated his wires with, more than a full dose in fact. As long as he could keeps Affliction moving, the poison will keep doing its work.
It has been a long time since he had had this much fun fighting an opponent and he didn’t want it to end yet, but with all the venom he knew it would be over soon. By the tracks in the sand he guessed the swordsman would be in the great room he had just come from.

Affliction stared closely at a mural on the back of the door, it depicted a giant spider in the ceiling of a ballroom and guests dancing blissfully unaware of its presence. A few panels later the spider would spit out web to skewer a couple and drag them back to its dripping fangs. As he continued examining the mural he had a paranoid feeling something was standing right behind him. He whirled around to see that man just standing behind him playing a violin, that mask seeming to mock him the whole while. He jumped and rebounded off the wall to get behind the Brass Knight. He landed and skidded four feet to charge Raging Thunder and blasted the player with as much juice as he could muster. Chase Alphonse fell a smoking heap. The music continued accompanied by a cello and an organ from an ephemeral orchestra at the far end. Phantasmal dancers began whirling all around bright clothes flashing and ladies curtsying.
Affliction’s head swam as he watched the scene unfold, he knew what was to come next. Chips of plaster fell as wires began whipping around, shredding dancers all while the music still played. A ghastly view of torn dancers falling in each other’s final embrace. As the dust cleared, he saw chase walking forward, an monster that can’t be stopped.

All the while, the Brass Knight was sitting across the hall from the door he had barred shut. He was flipping through that book as if staring at the blank pages would reveal the all the answers of the universe. Listening to the man fight with himself inside his cage was amusing and he was waiting for everything to go silent. He was still slightly cautious, for he knew that his opponent was clever, but curiosity was starting to creep back.

[Acradius]

((OOC: Hey guys, sorry to make you wait, but work has been sucking my time like a black hole. I'll post after I'm off today.))

[Double Genocide]

OoC: Bartman...I don't think anyone has ever done so much self-damage in one post...EVER. I mean...I'm not complaining, (cause it helps me) but you shouldn't focus on have my character smash your legs flat.

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Fang had just suffered blood loss and been tossed around like a pillow at an all-girl slumber party. But bow was time for redemption. He picked up a boulder and smashed Killer's legs with it. Killer let out a scream that echoed thorugh the whole forest.

Fang: There is no use in screaming, young warrior. No one can hear or help you now. Just accept death and it will all be over soon.

As he finished speaking, he raised his arms above his head and began charging up energy. He chanted in Dragon Speak an ancient incantation. Killer's eyes grew wide as the energy formed in Fang's hands. It was growing larger by the second. Now, any warrior who was aimed solely at defeating his opponent would have charged it up until he could have destroyed the whole forest. However, Fang would not do this for two reasons: One, he does not have that kind of power anymore because of the amount of damage he has taken and two, he was toying with Killer now. He had no intentions of finishing the battle so early.

Fang: It will all be over soon enough...but not until after I'm done ripping you apart piece by piece.

He shot the blast into the sky. It was not enough to kill the masked warrior, but it was going to deal some serious damage. However, Fang had launched the blast into the sky so high that it was not going to make impact for quite some time. Fang decided to use this time to deal further damage and humiliation to Killer. He picked up the boulder and threw it into a tree, cracking it. Fang then picked up Killer and threw him into the same tree cracking it further. Fang rushed to Killer and brought his foot down on his chest. He grabbed Killer's chain and used it to tie him to the cracked tree. Fang kicked the tree on the crack, finally breaking it through. The tree fell with Killer tied to by his own chain.

Fang: He's making this too easy.

As the tree fell, Fang had to do something to stop the bleeding coming from his left arm. He though quickly and breathed a small burst of fire onto the wound, thus burning it closed. Being part dragon, Fang could easily brush of burn wounds.

[Inferno Dragon]

OOC: btw, I won't have any net access tomorrow, so I can't post tomorrow.*waits for my opponent to react.*

[Galefore]

Erasmus felt every inch of his body saturated in wetness. The warm, terrible wetness of blood and swamp-water. His eyes were unable to see, his frozen organs seeming to thaw as he sputtered up his blood-substitute. He was incredibly dizzy, his mind unable to see anything beyond his own deranged thought.

I can’t leave the earth…

“Lib…erat…liberation….” sputtered Erasmus as he rasped for air.

Irby drew back again to sling his reaping tool downward…

“Liberate… Liberation….”

The morphing blade sped towards Erasmus’s ice-pumping heart, the speeding wind sounding all throughout the swamp, even overpowering the deluge…

“Liberation…”

The blade was close enough to have the tip cut the shirt, still falling even as Erasmus counted the last milliseconds he had, still uncontrollably trying to rasp out his final words… Or so it seemed…

“Liberation.” Spoke Erasmus, clear and loud, a booming, deep voice accompanying the terrible chill his own mouth released upon the air.

The blade sunk into the skin of the warrior-ice-mage, and began to fall in slow motion towards the heart, tearing through a rib, and coming closer.

CRUNCH….

Irby was surprised to see that, from the hole in Erasmus’s stomach, had come a gargantuan pike, an implement of frozen blood so large that Irby stood at least twenty feet above the ice-mage. It crumbled and fell, the scythe slipping once again from Irby’s hand and splashing into the waters below, the rancid onyx colored water seeming to glow momentarily…

The shade fell from the sky, where he had been seemingly frozen in time-that was not the case, simply a metaphor-and splashed away from his weapon. Erasmus stood, but…

It wasn’t Erasmus anymore. Well, truly, it was, but it was a very different way of attack that now embodied him all over. He was a shadow of himself, his every feature still visible, but the water had frozen over him like an armor impenetrable. It consisted of patches of ebony liquid mixed with a pale white color, like a chaos ice…

The chaos ice was the utmost in real protection, and Erasmus knew that Irby would try something foolish to melt it. It was breakable, but it was a product of blood… Erasmus had literally been bled dry, and was being held in life by a force of magic so powerful that it seemed to control the tide of time and death. Erasmus was pleased to see Irby rising and scudding/flying away as quickly as possible.

Erasmus didn’t need to follow. He commanded a pool of his blood to float to Irby’s position, and it formed into a wall of frozen impediment. Irby hissed and ran another way, to be stopped similarly by the large wall of similar coloration to the chaos ice.

“You have evaded me long enough, and though you may be a look-alike of death himself, I am the bringer of death’s prize, which you have long taken for granted.” As he spoke these insulting words, he began to gently walk towards the struggling Irby, who was running this way and that way to avoid more of the ice-walls.

“I bring death his prey, and they are my toys until I want them broken. You are more of the REAL death’s prey. Do you know what death looks like? He takes human souls. I am not human. I will never meet this death. If you are death, I am unimpressed. If you are death, than I am more so. I am the true death. I keep the frozen embrace of death, and hand it out at will. You are the living. I am the dying. You will be the dead one, and I will bring your glorious end, and savor it more than even death the reaper could…”

This monologue ended as Erasmus jumped upon his quarry, grasping the skull underneath the hood, and releasing a pike of ice from his left arm, which held the only of Irby’s still functioning arms to the wet soil beneath the water. Irby hissed and shook, trying to once again become free, but Erasmus’s newfound weight held him down.

Erasmus tightened the vice grip he had on the shade’s skull, feeling it begin to give…

If the one who called himself a reaper could break free, if so, how? Erasmus smirked at this victory…

The shade floundered about violently, but by what means would he escape the torture of having his head crushed…