Duelist Dominion: Samuel Berezoff (Cfavano) VS Grease

[E1Alpha]

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Samuel Berezoff VS Grease



The old industrial complex lay as lifeless as usual. Dust and dirt reigned supreme here, as the remains of old factories looked like they were at the point of completely collapsing. Safe for the occasional rat and vulture that passed through the city, the only sounds here were that of the howling wind travelling through the streets, and the old rusted chains stirring by their passing.
Occasionally, you could also be lucky enough to find the wreck of an old truck, some burned out, some just dust covered.

Today, however, there was something else going on here, as a new challenger stepped into the area. Greeted not by silence, but only the distant sound of a motorcycle engine roaring. The exact position of the motorcycle was very hard to pinpoint, but what was noticeable, was that it was slowly but surely coming closer.

[Cfavano]

"What is that roaring sound? Some sort of war machine?" Sam says as he looks around. "Mayhap I should get out of the road." Sam steps to the side, and climbs through the ruins of a collapsed building, keeping an eye on the road, ready to jump behind cover is necessary.

[E1Alpha]

It took only a moment before the sound suddenly became louder and louder (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3-pMwyAVIA), echoing against the various walls and ruins. Finally, the area from which the sound came could be pinpointed, but only a split second later, a large motorcycle came roaring out. "Goooooooooood moooooooorning, bastard!" Grease called out, a flimsy looking biker, dressed in your typical ragged urban look, grease and oil stains noticable everywhere, aswell as a good number of snake and cobra shaped tattoos in areas of his body that his clothing did not cover. Driving his heavy duty american chopper, Grease roared past the ruins, raising his SMG to let fly of a hailstorm of bullets into the ruins that his new opponent was hiding in, before driving on through the streets.

[Cfavano]

As the bullets came flying at him, Sam ducked behind a concrete pillar. Moving around it, he aimed the butt end of it at the rider, focusing his energy, and firing a burst of 4 silvery bolts of force magic missile) at Grease's metal steed. The bolts home in on the motorcycle, bobbing around the ruins, and all converge on it. Sam grits his teeth and hope they hit it.

[E1Alpha]

With a taunting laughter just barely reaching above the roaring sound of his motorcycle, Grease noticed the bolts chasing after him, grinning widely as he picked up speed, laughing out almost insane as he raced through the various corners and bends at lethal speed, sending the magic missiles on a goose chase after him. The sound of his motorcycle roared through the ruined industrial park, echoing around. But for as far as sound would give away, he was driving around in a large circle around Sam's position, the bolts seemingly having trouble catching up to him.

[Cfavano]

Using the sound to triangulate Grease's position, he scrambles across ruins and Gets to a hidden position from which he can get a clear line of sight at the road that Grease is likely to take from where he had gone. Focusing his energy, he prepares a Scorching Burst spell, not aiming for a certain target, but for the road itself. However, he delays it's activation until a being enters the burst zone. "Try this on for size, you damn greaseball." He says, under his breath.

[E1Alpha]

- - - Hazard Roll 4: Machine Collapse

Grease was having a little too much fun for his own safety, leading the magical bolts to crash into a wall one by one, grinning, as at a last turn, the two remained darts crashed into an old fuel tank, detonating it immediatly. This fuel tank however, stood next to an old crane that towered over a large part of the area. Grease looked up, before immediatly stepping down on the gas, rushing towards the location he had first met Sam. Coincidently, the crane seemed to be toppling over in such a way that it would be sure to crush Sam beneath it, the shadow of the crane falling over the ruined structure he was hiding, growing larger and larger as it came down.
Within a few seconds, the metal structure would smash into the ground and ruins, destroying what was left of a couple of ruins.

[Cfavano]

"Oh, shit!" Sam shouted as he saw the machine falling towards him. he moved with as much quickness as he could, until he was in a place that the Crane would not fall on him. This, however, left him in the open, and he saw Grease Rushing towards him. However, The spell he had prepared was still on the road in between them. Taking a defensive stance, Sam faces grease. "Come on, little doggy! You gonna bark all day, or are you gonna bite?" If grease took the bait and continued down the road towards him, the spell would go off, and Sam thinks that the fight'll be finished. "Oh, I get it, you're nothing but a bitch, aren't you? You sure look like one!"

[E1Alpha]

With Sam out in the open, Grease once more had that same fiendish smirk on his face, stepping up the gas a bit more as he rose his SMG. "Suck it, magic man!" With that, he lets another volley of bullets fly out ahead of him, seeking to dig themselves into the mage's flesh. However, unaware of the trap laid out for him, Grease drove straight onto the prepared location, which erupted into a blazing torrent of fire. But this didn't seem to stop Grease at all, as both the rider and bike came bursting out of the fire ablaze, screaming in horror and pain as he rushed on a crashcourse to smash his burning form into Sam.

[Cfavano]

As Sam saw Grease raise his weapon, Sam said a few words, and outstretches his palm, causing a small, curved wall of light to form in front of him (Shield). When the bullets flew, they pinged off of this shield, however, the shield faded before the barrage stopped, an one grazed his arm somewhat deeply. Sam grabs his arm in pain, and when he sees grease still barreling towards him, he dives out of the way, landing hard on the ground, and scrambling to get up.

[E1Alpha]

"Raaagh! Damn piece of shit! Son of a-... Freaking hurts!" The oil and grease stains on Grease's clothing didn't make it much harder for the fire to catch a proper hold of him, but instead of stopping, he seemed to pull up the gas even more, racing off into the dust filled streets. As by miracle, the flames slowly began to become doused by the sheer wind that rushed over him. Once they were out, the damage was visible. His motorcycle was scorched and burned in multiple places, that it was a miracle the fuel tank wasn't hit. Grease himself however was burned very badly, his face scarred badly, looking like it was barbecued with motor oil, aswell as large parts of his body also being badly burned and his clothing singed. Finally, his gun was smoking heavily, making it obvious that some of the inner parts were damaged by the heat and fire enough to put it out of comission. Gritting his teeth as he raced through the streets, Grease threw the gun away, reaching down to grab the hot metal of his crowbar, which made a loud sizzling noise as it touched his flesh. "I'm gonna fuck that little bitch up! You hear me?! I'm gonna fuck you up!" He called out in pure anger as he raced onwards, circling the city, trying to formulate a good plan to take down his opponent.

[Cfavano]

Getting back on his feet and dusting himself off, Sam coughed a few times. "That seemed to hurt him a bit. Hopefully this won't be much longer, I hate it when a fight takes too long." He takes a deep breath and holds his glaive in both hands, activating it's latent magic a a blue corona of energy forms around its long blade. He takes this time to focus his energy, and remember his used spell of shield, while keeping on guard for when Grease would return, being ready to spring out of the way or act if necessary.

[E1Alpha]

It took a little while of circling motorcycle sounds, but finally, the roaring engine seemed to be drawing closer to Sam's position again, as a dust of cloud could be seen rushing up from a distant street. The street was fairly long, and the motorcycle's passing whipped up a lot of dust, obscuring the vision quite a lot as the motorcycle came roaring closer. Echoing out loudly, Grease's voice barely got over the sound of the motorcycle. "I'm gonna fuck you up, you piece of shit!"

[Cfavano]

"There you are. Time to pull out something big." He says under his breath. he faces grease and begins chanting. Finally, as Grease approaches the target area, He unleashes the spell he wishes to use. In a square 25X25 foot area in front of him, the temperature suddenly drops to well below freezing (Blast of Cold). This cold snap would highly damage grease, and cause his motorcycle's fuel source to instantly freeze and the parts to lock up. If the motorcycle would continue sliding or tumbling towards him, Sam would do his best to get out of the way.

[E1Alpha]

- - - Hazard Roll 4: Machine Collapse - - -

The cold snap hit the target full on, catching the motorcycle in full flight, but not only that, the extreme cold caused so much damage to the entire motorcycle that certain electrical parts broke off and began sparking violently, instead of freezing the fuel, igniting it. With a massive blast of fire and ice, the motorcycle exploded, now not just rushing for Sam, but actually the charred and twisted remains of the motorcycle were launched at blinding speed towards Sam, hurdling through the air. Were it to hit Sam, it would easily send him flying and be very likely to shatter a couple of ribs, maybe an arm aswell. After that all, the motorcycle would crash into the dirt a little further with a loud clank, scraping over the ground as it slid a bit further, before the burning wreckage just laid there, burning out.

[Cfavano]

"Shit!" Sam thrusts his hand out, casting the shield spell, but it was not quick enough, as the motorcycle hit the shield before it was finished. The resulting impact sent Sam flying back, but thankfully, most of the wreck flew over him. However, when he landed, his hand landed on a piece of sharp metal, puncturing it. "Aw, fuck!" He gets up and pulls his hand off of the jagged metal piece, and it is bleeding profusely. "Shit." He rips a piece of his sleeve off, and ties it on his hand like a bandage, and this stems the flow of blood, for now. The hole was small, but the edges were jagged and torn. Sam has to struggle for balance for a few seconds, as he works through the backlash of spell failure. This has left his one ear bleeding and his one eye is temporarily out of focus. After a few seconds, he regains his composure a bit, and holds his glaive defensively, looking for Grease.

[E1Alpha]

The time that it took Samuel to bandage himself up however, was all that Grease needed. The moment he reached out for his glaive, Samuel would feel a solid metal object connecting with the shoulder that tried to grasp the glaive, the hit it provided powerful enough to either shatter his collarbone, or break or dislocate his entire shoulder. The metal object was a crowbar; Grease's crowbar.
His sudden and almost silent appearance behind Samuel explained more than enough that he was not even riding the motorcycle, but instead sent it on a solo crash course to trick Samuel, having proven his trick to be succesful, the mangled, burned and furious biker now stood behind him. Wether his previous attack was as effective as he had hoped, Grease would give Samuel no pause now, gripping his crowbar with two hands as he tried to batter the downed man relentlessly with it, obviously aiming for his head more than anything, seeking it cave it in quite obviously, though he didn't shame to hit other parts of his body with enough force to break bones. "I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna rip you! I'm going to send you to hell for destroying my bike you piece of worthless trash!"

[Cfavano]

"Grargh!" Sam howled as the crowbar broke his shoulder, taking him down to one knee, but with hi wounded hand, he dre out his lifedrinker longsword and spun to parry the crowbar, hitting the ungainly weapon on it's side before swinging it back to attempt to cut into Grease's unarmored body to wound him and steal some of grease's life force to heal Sam, he would then kick out to get some distance between the two. It's lucky that The hand and shoulder that was wounded was from his off-hand, and not his main hand. "There you are. It seems all that grease was your downfall, wasn't it? Soon, you'll share the same fate as that ugly hunk of burning metal."

[E1Alpha]

Grunting as the blade connected with his crowbar, he stumbled back as he felt Sam's sword slice along his side, grunting in pain as he felt his burned flesh rip open and blood seep forth. Luckily for him, the wound was superficiel, but the sensitivity of his burned skin didn't make it any easier on him. "You piece of trash! How dare you insult my beauty after destroying her like that!" With that, he snapped, raising his crowbar overhead to try and bash the man's skull in once more. However, before he struck, his tactic changed, at the last moment, he dug his foot down into the dust and sand covered stone surface, kicking up a good cloud of dust and sand to try and blind Sam, before trying to go for a horizontal smash onto the man's ribs.

[Cfavano]

Once Grease kicked dust in his face, and it did temporarily distract Sam, but he knew from training that that was a tactic just for this, and he made sure to make a five foot step back. He then quickly casts a spell (as he is out of melee range), and disappears just as a thick cloud of poison mist emanates from that area encircling grease and obstructing his vision. Sam then reappears 50 feet to Grease's left. (poisonous evasion)

[E1Alpha]

Grease stumbled forward into the noxious cloud as his attack missed, grunting audibly as he could feel the poison fumes entering his lungs, letting out a single hacking cough, Grease's eyes turned to Sam slowly as he gripped his crowbar more firmly. "Poison? Hah... You... want to... poison me?!" For some reason, the poison did not seem to weaken Grease, on the contrary, it almost seemed to revitalise him, a fiendish grin spreading over his face. "What an idiot!" In a split second's notice, he flung his crowbar towards Sam, aiming for his chest, hoping the poisonous fog would have kept him hidden well enough to make the attack a surprise. Wether his attack hit or not, Grease would rush after his crowbar and seek to tackle down Sam. Now out of the poisonous gasses, Grease seemed like he had been breathing the poison gas like it was air and had no trouble with it. Were his attack to hit Sam, he'd try to pin him down by pressing a knee down on his chest, before he'd begin battering his face with his bare hands. "I... live... among... such... fumes... you... brain... dead... idiot!"

[Cfavano]

The crowbar coming out of the clod, he did not expect, and could not dodge in time, of of the prongs tearing off a bit of his ear. "Fuck." He says, putting a hand to his ear. "You want to play rough, then?" He notices grease sprinting toward him. Sam points his sword at grease and says a command word. A giant hand would appear out of thin air directly behind grease, then it would grab him, and crush him enough to break bones, then hurl him to the ground once more.

[E1Alpha]

- - - Hazard Roll 4: Machine Collapse - - -

Sadly enough for Sam, there was no way he could react fast enough after having barely dodged the crowbar, which raked his ear. Before he would have been to raise his blade, Grease was upon him and had him pinned to the floor, keeping his only functioning arm pinned down along with a knee pressed to his chest. As originally planned, Grease would indeed begin battering Sam's face with his bare fists, seeking to hit so hard to try and crack his skull or dislocate his jaw.
Before the battering could become fatal however, a loud metallic cracking noise filled the area as a shadow was once more thrown over the two fighters.
As soon as Grease saw this shadow, he knew what was going to happen. Pushing himself up, Grease smashed his foot down onto Sam's knee rapidly, before he rushed off to safety as the shadow grew ever larger as yet another large crane came down to crush the combatants.

[Cfavano]

Since grease ran faster than should be expected of a human, Sam was surprised as Grease tackled him. But same held up his arms to block grease's fists. He does still get a few good hits in, busting Sam's lip, and giving him a black eye, but he manages to stop most of it. When Grease decided to stomp on him several times in the knee, his armor shielded him from most of the force, but it still hurt like hell. Sam then noticed the shadow, and quickly said a word, and taps the ground with his heel and disappears right as the crane would have smashed him, Appearing 40 feet away from the wreck. He then stands up and flexes his sore knee. He gazes around for Grease, and keeps an ear out for him as well, gripping his sword in his hand, and the blade arcing with the black, life-draining energy it was enchanted with.

[E1Alpha]

Grease in the meantime had made himself scarce, taking cover in one of the ruined factores, giving himself a moment to recover as his adrenaline rush reached its end. Glancing around, he figured out a new plan of action, but kept an eye out for when Sam might get to him again.

[Cfavano]

Sam begins limping around, looking for Grease. He keeps his guard up, but uses this time to focus and rest his mind, regaining the use of his encounter spells. "Where are you, you greasy son of a bitch?" Sam knows that grease can't last much longer. Luckily for him, the wound in his hand had shrunk to a small puckered hole which bled little, and he removed the bandage, and flexed his hand. It still hurt, but he could use it. But he still needs a healer for his shoulder. He looks into one of the windows of an abandoned factory. "He could be in there. I ain't gonna follow him. Too many places to hide. He's almost dead anyway. If he has any desire to win, he'll have to come out soon." Sam walks a few feet from the window, and sits on a pile of rubble.

[E1Alpha]

The entire area was then filled with that same, anxious silence that they started out with. The sound of howling wind softly rushing through the ruined city. Grease was still nowhere insight. However, the sound of metal hitting and grinding against metal became audible in the distance, echoing against the ruined walls.

[Cfavano]

"It's time to end this." Sam gets up, feeling that he has rested enough and enters the ruined factory. The air is stale and old, as if nothing has been in there for years, yet the echo of metalwork says otherwise. He grips his sword as he walks among the piles of rubble, his footsteps making small puffs of dust. Sam scans around himself, and keeps his ears out for noise. He continues walking toward the noises. He moves as silently as he can, and he has his energy focused so he can cast Fey step to appear behind Grease and then slash him with his life draining sword if he were to attack him.

[E1Alpha]

Everything remained silent, except for the noise metal hitting metal that was getting louder as Samuel approached it. All of a sudden, however, the sound stopped. The factory became completely silent once more, except for a single hacking cough, which was obviously Grease's, coming forth the same direction as the metal working sound.