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Post by Sun Ce on Jun 1, 2006 22:18:11 GMT -5
To finish it. If it's alright with you, of course. I'll let you make the first post, along with settings. However, realism applies.
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Post by Fa Zheng on Jun 2, 2006 8:15:54 GMT -5
Sweet. I'll mod, if you guys need it- and best of luck to you both.
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Post by Mortiss on Jun 2, 2006 8:47:00 GMT -5
thnx for the warning.
How bout you make the first post, I cant be bothered describing the surroundings it takes too long and I dont have a very good attention to detail for that kind of stuff. I'm more of your just get stuck in there sort of guy.
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Post by Sun Ce on Jun 2, 2006 15:08:49 GMT -5
Alright then. I'm fine with Ryan modding. Good luck. And by the way, this fight is to the death. However, the death does not affect the rp. So you kill me, doesn't matter. I kill you, doesn't matter.
~On Grassy Fields, a Rivalry Ends~
*There was nothing at all on this field of grass. There was no wind, no fauna, no flora, no wind, no emotion. The grass stood low, a mere three inches tall, and stayed steady. There was nothing to use as an advantage, and nothing that could be used against you as a disadvantage. The place was barren, hollow, bare. A void strip stained by no blood, cleansed by it’s empty mass. It was blank, a small patch of grass on a flat plane set aside from the horror and chaos of the world for one purpose. That purpose was to hold the duel about to begin.*
*Suddenly, for the first time in ages, a gust of wind swept the grass to and fro. Leaves blew across the horizon, as the mighty horse Kal came into view. Atop this horse was a man donned in silver armor, wielding two shortened spears. He wore a tight hood, stopping above his forehead, which had a silver ornament of a dragon coming out. At the top of the ornament was a white plume that fell down the man’s back, fading to black as it hit the tip. His shoulders were protected by a light blue cloth, and a silver pauldron on each side. Clasped to both shoulders was a white-grey cape that fell down the back, with the Chinese word for “Sun” visible in black ink.*
*He had the same light blue cloth covering his chest, only it was covered by spots of brown leather and silver chain mail. His sash dropped low, his boots with a steel toe. His armor was rather unique and exquisite, as were his spears. Each had a blue shaft with a wooden texture, a black plume spurring out before the blade, and the golden-tipped spearheads. The gold, though, would be stained eternally with the blood of hatred. The man in the silver armor with the dual spears threw his leg over the horse, dropping to the ground. He waved away the horse, which ran farther and farther out of sight, fading into the distance. The man would either die in battle, or die after a victory.*
*This man was Sun Zhi-yun, White Tiger General, the leader, of the Five Tiger Generals. He was known more casually as Sun Yuan Ci. He was here to fight an enemy of his, Mortiss. The hatred the two shared for each other was incredible, each competent warriors so much alike. But Zhi-yun was a man of honor, and Mortiss a man who loved nothing more then the cascading rivers of blood falling from opponents who’s heart had just been pierced. They were so very similar, and so very different, both in extremity, both petite.*
*Zhi-yun had written a letter before he embarked to the grassy plains he stood on now. It read:*
‘To my enemy… to Mortiss,
Long have I waited for the day I could meet you on the fields of war. I have not found that day yet, so I have found my own means to settle this feud. Enclosed in this scroll are directions. Not to the fields of war, but to the fields of destiny. I shall be waiting there. Come armed and armored, with your ego shining like never before. You shall need to find your inner might and valor to defeat me once and for all. I shall expect the same response from you. Come, we shall meet our ends here and now.
Signed: Sun Zhi-yun, White Tiger General of Shu’
*The sun began to rise over the hills. He’d arrived early, and the sky was turning to orange while the rays of the sun emitted for the first time since the dusk before. The field was a canvas, filled with beauty, and a deathtrap filled with disgust. There was no delaying it further. Sun took each spear in his hand, holding the blades low, hovering over the ground. Mortiss would die, or Zhi-yun would die. There was no more hindrance.*
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Post by Mortiss on Jun 2, 2006 16:06:33 GMT -5
*Sun Yuan Ci did not have to wait long for his opponent to make an appearance, Mortiss was ever eager and ever ready to face his next challenge. Whether that challenge be a life and death training session in the worlds most hostile landscapes or simply a fight to the death with an old nemesis, the enemy this time being Sun Yuan Ci. Long had the two exchanged words, but this would be the first time the two would come face to face in battle.*
*A cold breeze swept over the field, dark clouds began to cover the sky, it would not be long before this pleasant day would turn. Yuan Ci knew Mortiss was approaching, only he could turn the weather so suddenly just by his mere presence. Sure enough the dark figure of Mortiss could be seen, small at first but as he strode across the plain his striking features became visible. Mortiss was by no means a tall man, his appearance was by no means dominating, however he was disturbing to gaze upon, His long black dread-locked hair was unwashed, greasy and covered in dirt. His face was covered in blue war paint making stripes across his forehead, cheeks, chin and horizontal across his eyes. He was smiling a venomous smile, his yellow rotten teeth soaked in blood from some unfortunate animal Mortiss had most likely eaten raw to replenish his strength for the fight. His eyes were as cold and lifeless as ever they were. His torn ragged clothing giving him little to no protection but allowing him to move at lightning speeds with relative ease. His feet were bare and like the rest of his body was brown from years of not washing. His stench was almost unbearable for anybody close to him. However Yuan Ci knew what to expect, he was one of the few warriors who could bring down the Berserk. It would not be an easy fight for either of them and deep down they both knew it even if they would not admit to it.*
*Sure enough Mortiss arrived at the side of Yuan Ci that poisonous grin still plastered on his face. He had his arms folded, his double swords of disfunction safely across his back making a cross shape. Mortiss did not even look at Yuan Ci, he turned his head slightly to one side and his eyes were fixed on the grassy ground as if studying it with great interest. At last he spoke but his eyes did not move, his voice was as shrill and soulless as ever, it would send chills down the spines of lesser men, but Yuan Ci was not an ordinary man and he was barely phased*
"Long time no see friend"
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Post by Sun Ce on Jun 3, 2006 14:52:26 GMT -5
*Sun Yuan Ci stood still, his blades balanced inches over the ground, the shafts coming up his sides. He knew Mortiss was coming. Not because of the dark cloud rising above, but because of the stench. Zhi-yun could smell death approaching. Though Mortiss was not death himself, he smelt only a little better. The thousands of souls left in abyss from his swords of dysfunction were never washed from his hands, and the smell remained. His travels brought mud to his feet, and his food brought blood to his teeth. How the man could stand himself proved he was a warrior, and his skill only added on to that.*
*Zhi-yun stood and waited, his head cocked downwards, the silver dragon above his eyes casting a dark shadow over his eyes. Storm clouds blew by. After the first thunder sounded, it began to rain. Without a warning, heavy drops of water fell from the skies with force. It was pouring, and the horizon showed no end to the rain clouds. Lightning struck left and right, winds picking up, blowing the rain in an angle.*
*Mortiss walked to the stage of this glorious play. They were the lead actors, their lines were created by their blades. They were flawless. Sun spun his right spear in his hand, throwing up his arm, aiming it directly at his enemy. Mortiss stood facing Sun Yuan Ci, in a battle that would go down the ages as a battle of Titans of Men. On one side, an honorable leader with his spears. On the other, a murderer with blood-stained swords. The gods favored neither, the fight would end not by fate, but by skill.*
*Sun waited a long time before he brought up his head. The shadows vanished, showing eyes blistering with hate for the man before him. He lowered his spear slowly, not saying a word. He kept the same face for the whole time, staring at Mortiss’s eyes, seeing nothing pure at all. Zhi-yun spit aside, wiping the layer of rain water from his chin.*
“It has been long enough… Mortiss. Tell me, do you still think so low of me to come here as you are now? I give you the honor of my blades in battle. I’ll be damned to sever your heart into pieces, tear your body asunder if you don’t do so as well. You have been away for some time, but still you plague me…”
*He brought down his shoulders, circling Mortiss, keeping both eyes on his. He spoke menacingly, putting aside his honorable name. There was no better time then now. Zhi-yun stepped forward, holding both his spears parallel, slashing horizontally from right to left. His right spear cut off, heading back to a slash the other way. From there, he waited, leaving his chest open.*
“Mortiss… this is my final day. I shall kill you before my time is done.”
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Post by Mortiss on Jun 3, 2006 15:58:48 GMT -5
*Mortiss had remained perfectly still during Yuan Ci's speech barely even paying attention to his ramble, that malicious smile never leaving his face, not even for a moment. He lifted his head to face the sky, the rain beat down upon him, he stuck out his tongue allowing the drops to fall upon it. Slowly he raised his arms as if signaling to the heavens and whatever Gods may exist that he was ready. It was time, with his left arm he composedly drew his right blade from its sheath and almost simultaneously he drew the left with his right hand. The sound of his famous swords being drawn delighted the fanatic and he let the honourable warrior before him know with a scornful laugh. The blades were pointed toward the ground, then using the power in his wrists Mortiss spun them round and round continually, slicing the air as they went. As Yuan Ci began to circle it signaled the beginning of what was sure to be an epic battle.*
*Mortiss slowly lowered his head, his shadowy eyes following Yuan Cis movements studying his foot work and keeping close vigil on Yuan Cis double spears. At last Yuan Ci struck forth with both his spears. Mortiss had fought and conquered countless opponents, he had seen Yuan Ci in action, he knew what to expect. As the Spearheads approached his exposed body he leaped backward through the air, narrowly missing the attack as the slashes harmlessly swiped at thin air. Mortiss never let his eyes go out of focus, they did not leave Yuan Ci, not even for a moment. He landed in a crouching position on the floor, gripping his blades tightly he began to charge forward at a swift pace, the impact of his bare feet on the ground scattered the wet mud.*
*Yuan Ci had the advantage in terms of range, that was painfully obvious, Yuan Ci also had a greater protection, however Mortiss had some advantages of his own. With no Armour of any kind his dexterity was far greater, the maneuverability of his weapons also played a factor. Two spears though lethal in attack were not as easily wielded as double swords.*
*The rain continued to beat down, the lightning continued to illuminate the sky an electric blue, the thunder crashed down upon the earth with ferocious vengeance. Gone was the beauty of the lushes green field, it was as if the hatred the two warriors felt for each other was manifesting itself as the great Storm. Mortiss was soon upon Yuan Ci, his double blades of dysfunction were raised in the air. His opponent would be forced to make the next attack quickly or else Mortiss would attack without restriction*
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Post by Sun Ce on Jun 4, 2006 22:42:38 GMT -5
*This was not the first time he'd seen Mortiss with his weapons drawn, even though they'd never fought. Mortiss had gone down in legend, doing his part to alter battles, as had Sun Yuan Ci. Mortiss, however, was famous for what Zhi-yun thought was the wrong thing. Raiding villages, slaughtering the men and children, raping the women. A glance upon his being, you could tell his intentions were always of evil. His swords of dysfunction were crimes in themselves, as the death toll of the innocent taken by them counted far too many. He was a menace, but he was damn good, up to the level of unstoppable. But Sun Yuan Ci was on par with him on most accounts.
*The name Sun Zhi-yun had gone down in history before the man hit his thirties. He joined Shu as a man with weapons and armor. He defeat Zhang Ren three times while aiding his lord in taking Yizhou. The final defeat crushed this man Yuan Ci had grew a certain respect for. He could not kill Zhang Ren, so he handed the warrior a dagger. Zhang Ren, a fine warrior and loyal through and through to Liu Zhang, died not three days after Cheng Du was taken, Liu Zhang executed. Cheng Du's fall was also thanks to no small part to the warrior from the Steppes. He'd taken one side of the valley leading to the castle, firing down on the main army afterwards.*
*After his feats during the campaign, Yuan Ci was promoted to White Tiger General. As diplomacy progressed, he found himself controlling all of Jing as a viceroy, in a terrible situation with Wu. They had no respect for Shu, and Shu looked to them with a frown. Therefore, he staged hatred with Wei general Alomovo, later revealing an alliance. The Wei general Alomovo and Zhi-yun became friends while sharing a border, and the two executed a Wu general in Jiang Ling, sealing the alliance with Wei, crushing the alliance with Wu.*
*War was following quick, but most thought Yuan Ci would not be taking part. He had passed, due to illness. His adopted son from Wu, Sun Xiong, had attempted to infiltrate the ranks. His attempt was foiled, and he was taken prisoner. The cape Sun wore, a family heirloom, and his horse Kal, were taken as well. During Shi Ting, Yuan Ci appeared in a black hood and robe, masking his appearance. He revealed himself, killing many of Wu's minor officer's soldiers. After a minor retreat, he met again with old friends of his, such as Jin Pin, Ma Chao, Alomovo, and Ryuu.*
*However, things looked grim for him while leading a defense of the Allied Camp. Lu Meng, a dueling champion and grand leader of Wu, charged down a western hill. Sun took to a defense, making a united wall of spears with support of archers and swordsmen. He held Lu Meng at bay for long enough, later killing him in a duel. Yasuke, taking control of the Wu charge on the Allied Camp, was much easier. Sun Zhi-yun led a new offensive, killing well over half of Yasuke's men. Thanks to a dissuasion by Zhen Ji, he let Yasuke leave. Shi Ting ended in a crushing victory, as Wu Commander Lu Xun was also killed by Alomovo.*
*Wu was dealt a devastating loss. Not only did they lose a large army, but only Xu Sheng and Xu Jiang escaped with their armies. They had lost Lu Meng and Lu Xun, which were considered the greatest generals in Wu's ranks. Things were on a good track, Sun Xiong returned along with his possessions. However, the cunning Sun Quan was prepared for an assault on Jiang Ling before the Allies were prepared, thus they lost the city. Sun Zhi-yun was cut off from Shu that moment, unable to return.*
*And here he was, against Mortiss. His attacks were useless at first, as he knew would be the case. He could not kill Mortiss in a few bouts, it would take a few hundred. Mortiss came forward, in a defense. Sun lightened his guard, keeping an eye on his opponent, while the raging storm continued above. The heavens were watching in horror while two of the greatest took life.*
"How odd of you to stand back. Could you not strike me down in a few slashes of your swords?"
*He manifested his anger and hatred. In a powerful thrust, he aimed to disarm Mortiss's left hand by stabbing at the handle. With his other hand, he crossed Mortiss's chest in a diagonal upward slash. He'd have to defend carefully, as the wrong move would be crucial to the fight. Yuan Ci was not in a rage where he could not control his actions. He used it to his advantage, the adrenaline adding to the effects. As he backed away, he smirked.*
"You hold back. Don't make that mistake."
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Post by Mortiss on Jun 5, 2006 8:21:24 GMT -5
*Mortiss was a fearless warrior, he had charged at armies with nothing more than a handful of chosen men and come out alive on more than one occasion. He was always the first into the action, always determined to spill the first blood. He reveled in battle and war, without it his purpose in life would become obsolete. Mortiss thrived on conflict and luckily conflict followed him like a lost poodle. His name was infamous throughout the world , he had become stuff of legend. Mortiss had only one skill and that was the ability to cause mass panic and havoc no matter where his travels brought him. The enemies he had accumulated were indeed vast, many would seek his head, none have ever succeeded. Yuan Ci was nothing more than the latest in a long line of rivals. Would Yuan Ci be the first and only one to actually kill Mortiss?*
*The charge continued, his vicious blades raised in the air above his head. At first glance this was a ridiculous position to assault in. It would allow for an attack with added power, but it left Mortiss completely defenceless, and considering not even a single piece of Armour was worn by the fanatical warrior, it seemed a rookie mistake, something Mortiss was not known for, especially when it came down to a one on one duel. It could be argued that there was none better. This is afterall what Mortiss lived for, he would continue to fight until he was killed. However Mortiss was not quite as stupid as he seemed, when it came to life and death fights he knew what he was doing, he vast experience and used his instinct rather than brain, he was hungry wolf, howling for blood with a smile upon his face.*
*Yuan Ci had done exactly what Mortiss was expecting and hoping. To defeat an advisory as gifted as the one standing before him was a challenge that Mortiss relished. The fact his life could be taken excited him even more. The thought of smearing his body with the pure blood of one such as Yuan Ci filled him with tremendous exhilaration. That disgustingly wicked and cruel grin he showed to all oncomers before he sent them to the underworld was on his face, his eyes illuminated, the very thought of lopping the head off Yuan Cis proud body turned those black holes he called eyes flashed a brilliant white shade. This Yuan Ci knew from his encounters with the berserk that it would not be long before the real Mortiss awoke from his slumber and broke the chains keeping him in restraint.*
*Mortiss was close to striking distance when Yuan Ci acted, a thrust of his mighty spear was sent hurtling cutting through the air as it went. The second attack a slash on his exposed body. Mortiss did not hesitate for even a second, he fought with his instinct and had seen nearly all attacks made at some point or other. Nothing took him by surprise, he used his exposed body to lure his opponents into thinking they could get a free attack. They did not bet on such lightning fast reflexes and swords that were as light as a feather for one such as Mortiss. With a powerful downward slash his first blade of Dysfunction collided with Yuan Cis first spear smacking down onto the spear head with such power that vibrations were sent all along the spear which was knocked harmlessly to one side. The slash came in toward his tender body, with a downward hack of his second blade he blocked what would have been a lethal blow. The metal of the the two weapons scraping together made a screeching sound that for a moment made both fighters forget they were in the middle of a storm.*
*Mortiss did not waste any time, this was his chance, for a brief moment Yuan Ci was off guard and he could sneak in and make some attacks of his own. With a resounding scream Mortiss struck forth. He had never stopped charging forward and was now able to strike. With a leap into the air Mortiss thrust his first blade directly into the chest of Yuan Ci. His second blade was behind him for the moment, gripped by his hand on an outstretched arm*
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Post by Sun Ce on Jun 5, 2006 15:38:15 GMT -5
*The heroes of time themselves fought valiantly on perfect elevation, the green feilds were blended in to the cold steel rain so perfectly, none could tell the difference. Heaven was no different from hell on this plain, the blue skies were nothing more pleasurable then pain. Heroes becames ghosts, trees were no more then hot ashes, the cool breeze fading into norm, becoming a hot air. The cold comfort within these two warriors vanished from the hate. This hate, eternal within them both, had changed them. They were fighting a war, between two people, but the hatred for one another had locked them up in a cage. They were prisoners to their emotions, even if their emotions did not control them or what they did. Lightning flashed and thunder roared as they fought.*
*A bolt of lightning fell from the sky, almost as a funnel, striking the ground far from the battle. As the thunder sounded, Mortiss had deflected each blow. Sun was about to lose control of one of his spear, which was knocked downwards, but he twirled it backwards, forward once more to regain it's posture. Indeed, Mortiss was no fool. He'd exposed himself, and even when Zhi-yun believed he could expose what he knew was a trick, he failed, and Mortiss threw him away. Yuan Ce regained posture fast, by stepping back to give them room, and twirling his spears into a ready position, and Mortiss was on him faster then he ever thought possible.*
*He jumped forward, attacking Sun's chest with one sword, his other kept in reserve. Sun saw an opening, and would try and pry it open further. The hand that attacked was countered by a swinging block, and Zhi-yun twirled away from Mortiss's free sword, coming around on his exposed back. Yuan Ci thrusted is other spear at Mortiss's back, in a solid attempt to finish off his opponant in a quick match. Though the attack would kill any normal soldier, he did not expect it to kill Mortiss.*
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Post by Mortiss on Jun 5, 2006 16:34:24 GMT -5
*Mortiss was in mid air when his thrust was turned away by the slash of Yuan Ci's spear. The two opposing weapons both knocked off balance by the impact. However both Yuan Ci and Mortiss kept tight grips on their weapons, only death would release their grasps. As Yuan Ci spun round in an attempt to strike Mortiss' back the frenzied psychopath landed in a crouching position on the ground. He had no time to think, he knew Yuan Ci was attempting a sneak shot, it is exactly what he would have done should the roles have been reversed. The thrust came in, Mortiss remained still until the very last second, a quick sideways roll was enough to avoid the attack. In less than a second he was back on his feet, the roll ending with Mortiss back in a standing position. With a spin of his heels he faced Yuan Ci once more.*
*His rags were covered in wet mud but this did not bother him, his eyes were gleaming a pure white. He cracked his neck from right to left, backward and forward. His famous blades were now pointing at the ground, he tilted his head back looking up at the sky. A powerful, thundering, rambunctious scream of delight which echoed all around them left Mortiss' mouth. It dwarfed the noise of the thunder. His dreadlocked hair almost seem to stick up on end. He began to twirl his swords round and round using his wrists, he leaned back and flexed all of his muscles. Slowly the rags began to split under the pressure until he was bear chested, the bits of cloth scattered on the ground, his breathing was heavy. Mortiss' chest was covered in black markings, upon closer inspection they appeared to be the Chinese symbol for death. On top of this it was covered in battle scars, some old and some new.*
"That was a good warm up Yuan Ci, but now......NOW! prepare yourself for THE WRATH OF MORTISS! YOUR NIGHTMARE HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN!"
*The real fight was about to begin, Mortiss was now in his frenzied state, he was little more than a wild animal, the dormant insanity which was ever present inside of him was now unleashed. Mortiss wasted no time he lifted his blades and pointed both at Yuan Ci. With a final painful scream he darted forward his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, dribble dripping onto the ground as he went. He leaped high into the air, with a hack of his first blade he went to strike Yuan Ci's skull, he landed on his feet in front of Yuan Ci and then slashed with his other from right to left across Yuan Cis body*
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Post by Sun Ce on Jun 5, 2006 21:55:34 GMT -5
~The True Warriors Surface~
*Sun Yuan Ci’s attempt was once more flawed. Perhaps it was flawed… or perhaps it was perfect. Mortiss was known as a demon and as a duelist. Perhaps Zhi-yun was indeed flawless, but he’d have to fix more then flaws in order to defeat his opponent. Zhi-yun kept a steady face, anger in his face gone astray. He showed no emotion, blending into the field around him. He was filled with apathy.*
*After being countered, he felt the pressure in the storm raising. Mortiss was unleashing his anger, as Sun could see in his eyes. The small posture of the corrupted warrior was not frightening, but anyone who saw what Sun saw would bow down from the terror. Yuan Ci, however, held his blades loose, his head cocked low, his eyes barely visible as the dragon head engulfed his face, casting a light shadow to mask what parts of his face weren’t masked by the dark clouds above.*
*Mortiss had unchained his inner beast. Sun Yuan Ci could not say the same thing. He was too calm. How strange, his anger had subsided yet the storm was reaching it’s peak. As Mortiss gave out a cry, he took a moment’s rest. Sun took a knee, his head bowing down. After a few seconds, he gave a shout to rattle the soul of the Devil himself, raising both arms up, thrusting each spear down a complete foot into the mud. His opponent was prepared for anything, now it was his turn to bring out the spirit of a warrior like no other.*
*The shout echoed across the green fields, until it disappeared under the explosions of thunder. He took his helmet with both hands, untying the strap under his chin, and slowly unfitting it. Off came the silver ornament, with one tug, and down came the tight hood Yuan Ci wore with his helmet. Now, his long, wavy black hair was seen. It lowered to his shoulders, rain weighing it down fast with water. The eyes that were the White Tiger had been dropped on the ground aside, the dragon helmet fell hard into the mud, as it ran through each small crest.*
*Yuan Ci brought his hands to each shoulder, slowly unclasping his cape on each side. As the wind picked up, he released his hold, allowing his cape to fly in the wind. Perhaps sometime in the future, the wind would carry the soaked cloak to a struggling family, who could finally find an escape from poverty. For the cape was an artifact, an heirloom of a Shu General. It was unique, with the name painted in black ink on the back side. None could see it once and mistaken it the next time. The cape blew out of the distance. Yuan Ci’s face was now soaked with a line of falling rain, building up around his eyes.*
*With a hard pull at his chest, he managed to loosen his chest plate. Unstrapping it, he tossed it aside, pulling off his mail and letting the leather fall to the ground. With the chest plate fell his pauldrons, each to the side. Such a burden fell, as now he was well over forty pounds lighter. If the man was dangerous before, he was pure perilous now. He slipped off his gauntlets, tossing each a few feet to his left.*
*Sun untied his belt, allowing it to fall with his sash, and he unbuckled each piece of his armored leggings, allowing freedom to his legs. With all of his armor off, he wore only clothing underneath a silver battle robe. The robe covered only his shoulders, exposing the top of his bare chest, and falling down to cover his legs. They were light, easy to move in, and comfortable. He moved his head up, red eyes of Zhi-yun staring into red eyes of Mortiss. It was not hatred on his face, but determination. He was there to win.*
*Mortiss attacked, jumping high into the air while coming down to attack. He forgot one thing. Sun had at least two feet of range on him. With a shout, he threw his hips upward, thrusting each spear up to stab at Mortiss’s chest while he was at his highest point, unable to halt his attacks which were already in the process. He gave out a shout, fighting only by his warrior instinct, no longer even using his eyes, as they were drowned out by the rain.*
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Post by Mortiss on Jun 6, 2006 9:44:21 GMT -5
*The battle was approaching a time that was drastic, no longer would restraint play any part in this battle. The real Mortiss had been unleashed, the dueling machine was infused with emotions. Hate,envy,anger and joy, these feelings in operation progressing through every inch of his body. His heart was pumping blood quicker and quicker through every vain. He was no man, not now, to stop an enemy like Mortiss a killer blow would need to be struck. A definitive blow that would skewer a wild boar, this was now the only way.*
*Rage had not taken him absolutely, for the moment he still had a certain amount of control over his actions. Not to the extent he did before, but he was not yet fully rage filled. It would only be a matter of time before anger became the most powerful of all his different emotions. Not that it mattered, he would attack and attack and attack some more, he would only cease his assault should he be killed or should he kill the honourable warrior before him. An obstacle, a brick wall that must be overcome and overpowered. Yuan Ci was ready to fight to his full potential, gone was his fancy rich Armour that reeked of eloquence, he would fight as Mortiss did, with speed but with restrictions. No Armour meant no protection and no protection meant one wrong move and the fight would be over.*
*Mortiss was more pumped for this fight than he had been for a long time. Not since the days of Alomovo when he would train with his master day in and day out had he felt such exhilaration. Yuan Ci was not as prestigious a life to claim as Alomovos but even so his head would make a fine addition to his ever increasing collection. As he jumped through the air it was like a vigorous gust of wind was smashing into his back, elevating him to greater heights and swifter speeds. He flew through the air but was caught while off guard. Yuan Ci was not about to just stand there and allow for Mortiss to strike him freely. Only a complete fool would allow a crazed maniac licking his lips for your blood getting insaner by the second to get attacks in. Yuan Cis plan was simple, take him down!*
*Yuan Ci sent both his spears up to greet Mortiss as he approached, and what a greeting it would be. Thrusting at a quick moving target was no easy feat, especially when the target looked as if he was some kind demonic servant. Yuan Ci was an experienced veteran he wasn't the type who would lose composure of a man losing his mind. The thrusts came in and Mortiss could do nothing to stop them, he had already committed himself to his own attack. Mortiss was curled almost like he was in a ball. His knees were packed into his body his arms outstretched in front of him his two blades pointing slightly downward. A sharp pain ran up his left leg, the first poke had scraped his thigh. The second now came in and struck the shin on the right leg. First blood had been spilled.*
*The crimson blood trickled down both legs, they were not crippling blows, the power was not quite in them to bring Mortiss down, they were rushed and last minute. However they would give Mortiss something to think about, or they would had Mortiss not been in a Berserk state. The adrenaline had reached a point where he did not even notice he had been hit, it would take much much more to finally beat down the fanatic. Now it was Mortiss' turn to strike, the only through running through his mind was to attack, he had been focused never allowing those thoughts to slip. As was his intention he made a downward hack with his first blade trying to split open his skull to expose the soft center. As he was about to land almost in front of Yuan Ci he slashed across Cis body with all of his Berserk strength with the second Blade of Dysfunction*
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Post by Sun Ce on Jun 7, 2006 15:06:12 GMT -5
*Yuan Ci stepped back, scraping the muddy ground with his right spear while he pivoted his foot, eyes meeting with Mortiss’s the whole time. Mortiss had been cut, wounded, scared for the first time against Yuan Ci, which was not something that happened often, no matter who he was fighting. Zhi-yun had caused his opponent to draw the first blood, however it was impossible to end this fight with that being the last. No, much more blood would be drawn.*
*He looked at Mortiss with a menacing glare, attempting to pierce the warrior mentally. He had made a mistake, that much he knew, but he also knew that he was just outdone by Yuan Ci, and he was basking in the glory for as long as he was on top. But Sun knew, as well, that the cuts were just more then flesh wounds, and would not effect the fight until a much later time. Mortiss was a warrior, and like all warriors, he could mask slight pain with adrenaline.*
*This fight was a horrid one, that would go down in ages. Sun knew this, and he knew the outcome would greatly effect his history, as well as Mortiss’s. He was doing well so far, but it was early. He had to stay on his feet, eyes vigilant, and remain smart. A tight defense and a quick offence bred immortality, and such is what Zhi-yun was aiming for.
*Yuan Ci was now switched to a defensive. He circled the opponent for a short time while he recovered, and quickly struck out. He attacking with great hand and eye coordination, timing an attack over his skull and a slash across his chest well. Sun got the jump, positioning his left leg forward and his right leg back, protecting his lower body, and in perfect position to raise a leg to protect his stomach. The attacks came in, and Sun switched position of his spears.*
*He brought them in a cross-blocking position, the cross higher up, to stop the overhead attack before it hit, and also in position to block the other attack, which was aimed at his chest. While each attack was blocked, it was time for a parry. Sun lowered his spears slightly, slashing each outward, which would either disarm Mortiss, or cause each arm to fly outward, leaving an exposed chest. While he flung out his arms, a split second after the parry, he moved his spears closer to Mortiss’s chest, both spears slashing outward at his chest.*
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Mortiss
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Post by Mortiss on Jun 15, 2006 14:00:49 GMT -5
(Sorry Big B but I really cant be arsed at the moment to duel, if you wanna just claim victory then I don't really care, but if you wanna win properly then you might have to wait a while until I can be assed, its your call Big B)
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