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The Imposter
10-09-2013, 12:33 AM
...Music to throw off Kris' combat spirit (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7JMHab3gFw8)

Seven round clash between Emonalach and Alexandre Corpus.

Normal arena lingo applies...

If I have forgotten important deets Kris will let me know....

Begin!

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The setting was serene, the sun just beginning to set. The wind danced with the flowers and grass of the field. To the east the ocean glistened in the light revealing the cliff edge. A small path winding its way to a sandy beach below. Back above however the frolicking wind swept leaves from a single tree standing defiantly in the field. The old oak fought against the breeze with its knotted and twisted form resisting. Against its trunk a man leaned his body. His cold eyes did not blink, they gazed steadfast at the old dirt road that came from the west.

Alex took a long breath, his white hair teased by the wind tried to obscure his view of the road. Clicking his tongue his body left its resting spot and took its standard hunched position. His hands rested on the two hilts sticking out from his hips, the long bony fingers constricting on the weapons. The mage crippler's lips slowly curled as his gaze narrowed forward.

'Come...listen....listen to the messenger of Gist.'

Kris
10-09-2013, 10:24 AM
What a sweet serenity...

Pure and gentle like a kiss from a lover...

The winds playing as a young girl would, as she would pick up flowers in a blooming field, each one, would be placed carefully within a tiara of rainbow, full of scents, jasmine, mint, myrrh and cinnamon, all there, in harmony, tranquilly from the east.

Twirling echoes, sounds of the forest; the oak's murmur, the silence of the land.

The last embrace and touch...

Before the storm.

Thunder. Brief, single, roaming. Aiming to hit exactly at the lone Oak, but missing by just few inches, as if wishing not to harm the old tree.

The wind stopped, for even the wilds felt the present of the stranger, bringing about an aura which was nothing of the likes of this scenery.

And from the burning ashes, steams climbed, vapor of toxin, disgusting in look. The mist continued to climb, still unshaped, still disfigured, and yet, the waves of dark air seemed to be guided into a clear direction.

A visage, a shadow, a mirage.

Twisting and distorted it was, trying to claim form within the world of the livings.

"The music... This art... Marvelous".

There were legs now, body, hands, head. All dark like a shadow, burning blue eyes opening and scanning, and a single mouth was now adorned with a Cheshire cat's grin.

"Let us enjoy, let us hear the music!"

The voice, it's voice, that of a male, yet low, deep, raspy.

Now he wore cloths, dark long sleeves jacket, and long pants. Boots and gloves hiding any skin aside of the neck and head. One would suspect there was truly nothing within, aside of the visible face.

He coughed, then he tried to take a deep breath. Biting his lips he allowed himself to adjust to his new form, as he took few steps, circling his adversary like a black lioness.

He recognized the being before him as being a human. He was a bit taller than himself and seemed to resemble a corpse: Boney armor, boney structure... Was the man before him a servant of a deathly god? Was he the herald of death itself?

Narrowing his eyes, the being known as "Emonalach" realized that such opponent was not to be taken lightly.

Still he grinned back.

"Grant me your name!", he nodded his head softly, requesting for the title he would use to call him in this battle.

The Imposter
10-10-2013, 09:08 PM
What's in a name?!

The words always seemed strange to Alex, the request to know who he was. As if his name held some sway in the bearing of fighting each other. He was chosen for a simple purpose: to reflect his God's power and bring glory to Gist. What did it matter what he was called.

Snapping his teeth, like a dog biting the air the mage crippler let out another prolonged breath. As if the extra air was required to help him spit out his name.

'Alexandre Corpus....I suppose it's only polite to request the same from you...demon.'

Whether the form before him truly was demonic mattered little to the warrior. He had encountered enough in this strange realm to know that there were many existences beyond his own realm. The form before him manifested closely akin to many demonic monstrosities. Creatures who vied for the gods attention, or even worse were blinded by their own ambition and tried to attain deity itself. This 'man' before him however gave little away into which persuasion of demon it was. Alex stepped further from the tree three steps. Turning to the side and pointing Bass at the ground below him he twisted to face the new challenge before him, waiting for a response. Treble was slowly raised and the curved blade rested along the shoulders of the corpse like swordmaster, its edge pointing at the 'man'. Alex knew why they had met, and such babbling would prove of little help to the outcome that had to be attained.

The grip Alex had on Treble changed ever so slightly as he began charging the blade to release a Crescendo strike. He stood his posture doing very little to give off the new strategy his adversary opened up for him.

Kris
11-06-2013, 01:21 AM
Emonalach grinned.

Spreading out his arms he allowed himself to be taken by the present of his foe.

What a fascinating creature that one was; Life and death pulled together with strings of beautiful harmony. So inviting. So alluring.

The taste of unseen pleasure was so sweet within his mouth.

He waited for the attack, in fact he welcomed it.

Two swift moves, beautiful strikes, something you would have desired to see from a trained warrior. Living or dead mattered not for one who enjoyed such fine art of blades.

The attack made Emonalach's form to dissolve into nothingness and one might think he avoided the attack. But he was back in one piece as dark molecules were pulled together to create his form and magnificent cloths.

He stumbled, almost losing his balance.

There were drops of blood lingering over the very small steps he took as he regain his posture and a small trail followed suit down from his lips.

He seemed surprised.

Maybe he indeed intended to dodge, or maybe he thought such blade would not harm him... whatever it was, he seemed to transmit a new aura now. His eyes started to burn, and he seemed to be more effected by his coming attack than from the pain he had just received.

"Come will to show the hidden hand....", he invoked with his raspy, cold voice and a glyph in the color of crimson shone under his legs. The land however seemed unaffected.

"Esh..."

Flames started to lick and cover his form...

Before they stormed and hit around him like a berserker.

The Imposter
12-24-2013, 05:00 PM
There was no smile at the success of the attack. No cheer, or twinkle in the dead eyes of the mage crippler. No words escaped his mouth to give any hint to his enemy what had taken place. Successfully landing these strikes early would only prove more beneficial as the fight would wage on. Gist's curses would keep compounding with every strike that touched the partially ethereal form of this hellion. Even when the demon expressed his surprise the messenger of Gist remained unchanged and motionless. The quick change in the demon's demeanor was enough for Alexandre to know something was coming. As the 'demon' engulfed itself in flames and hissed out the word 'Esh' the crippler took it as the creature giving its name.

Pushing his tongue against his teeth Alexandre forced out more words as the monster rushed him.

'Esh...why is it your kind seem so enthralled with the flames. Such a broken light when faced with true darkness...'

As the fire lashed out towards Gist's servant the swordsman finally forced his body to move twisting Bass to face the oncoming flames. Negitivity's Shout was beckoned in the motion that halted the most immediate flames causing them to fall and feed on the grass below. Such an early reveal of the powers of Gist may have dire consequences later on but the mage crippler was never one to wait out an opponent. Stepping forward again the warrior was quick to thrust Treble forward, its tip aimed for the creatures sternum.

Kris
12-30-2013, 02:20 AM
Emonalach gritted his teeth.

That sword.... he was not going to fall for it twice....

His legs turned into a mass of shadows that swirled around, slowly spreading like a disease into all his whole body, changing his form into a shade.

The flames were still visible, licking the air with echoes of flickering waves and small exploding sounds.

The form that was the demon Emonalach was trying to use all that was around it to get away.

Alex thrust passed through, and his body was seen and unseen like a fading light, the blade clearly caved in within the chest. Or more to say, where Emonalach's chest would have normally been.

Again, disfigured, Emonalach has stumbled back, gasping as his human form was returning, more or less. Blood dripped from his eyes and chest. Emonalach reached one hand in order to seal the wound and another was tossed back as if he was trying to help himself find some balance.

What was this blade?! Who was this creature?! So powerful to fight him, Emonalach, the child of the divine....

His face was losing colors, and he trembled and shuddered like a possessed child.

With his last efforts, he reached his hands forward, as he stormed into Alex, draping his hands over his shoulders, and anchoring his body into his, forcing their gaze to meet, while their bodies were inches apart.

Then Emonalach's black nails started to extend.

And extend... further in... and in...

Blood was coming from Emonalach's wound, his eyes, his mouth... and yet his hold onto Alex was firm.

Emonalach was clearly trying to get every last bit of energy into this attack, while losing so much in the process.

The nails were so long and big now... That they actually started to dig in the flesh...

A jolt passed through Emonalach's body. Only now, so deep under the creature's skin, literally, was he able to understand the depth of the taint this "Alex" bared.

Emonalach's eyes lost color, blank and empty, Emonalach was trying to reach into this fiend's soul, and at the same time, inserting some of his own might inside.

So... deep... and further inside.... Emonalach was now chanting something...