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Hyvon Lore vs. Che Kun Wah
05.27.06, 09:46:14
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CHE KUN WAH vs. HYVON LORE
Che
Hyvon
Judge: Khaeos Drao-Kin
RP Limit: 5
Roleplaying Central - 'Trainer' Initiation
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A pirate would cross swords with other pirates with high ambition to capture gold. A Centurion would cross blades with a wild barbarian to capture land, but the future tells a different tale from the past. Illusions of a new kind were upon thee, for today would be the dawn of a new world. There'd be no dead promises, old school weaponry will evolve into bizarre magical forces to create a new genre of battle between the human and drian race.
In an unearthly set of bare topped woods resided our hero; his point of view lit kindly by the moon and stars. The heavy snowfall was soothing as Che lay spine down allowing the falling flakes to trickle down his soft, bald face. Browsing the surroundings of the Chinese War Hero, there is the remains of a now burnt-out stick fire and several cans of prawns. Supported by a nearby tree was his Dragon Slayer and his 'ammo' belt, leaving him only in possession of the Twin Dragons as he drifted away, hyped to attend the dreamworld before the sun casts it's warmth. The cozy, crunchy snow painted perfectly was the bedding for tonight, but there'd be no sleep. The rustling of branches, cracking away was reason to seeing hundreds of birds fly by, all screeching as they flapped their way onto the verge of the horizon. A sudden feel of pandemonium, followed by a bold gust of wind was enough for the lonely warrior to sense danger.
'怎么回事?'
Questions flooded the mind as the entire atmosphere became colder. The crunching snow was echoing as each 'noise' drew closer, the dark winds arose in unbearable speeds casting a spell of confusion upon Che, who darted through the shin-levelled snow to retrieve his ordnance in preparation of conflict. The distorted effects of movement was breaking him slowly, as he wrapped his hands around his ears as the sudden storm hits as if it was some mysterious magical possession. A sudden alter, from snow to blizzard forced Che to tense his entire body, as groans of pain emerged from his tightly enclosed lips. The sparkle of silver in the Dragon Slayer was nearby, giving our hero a destination, and a destination he needs to reach if he's to defend himself from the obvious upcoming chain of events. The snow rocks uncontrollably pounded his facial features, building gut rot deep within. Enduring the sting of the powerful snow, his feet left the compact white substance as he glided through the atmosphere tightly wrapping his blue, cold hands on the handle of the axe. The touch, as if some sort of sibling brought the weapon almost alive, as it violently powered up it's lightning shock ready for combat. The howls of far away wolves and the general whistling of the wind creates a saga of anxiety, as Che Kun Wah removes his long black robes, tossing them into a pile of soft snow. The ammo belt of knives is soon equipped around his bare chest, as he endures the pain of the cold hyped to slay whatever demonic figure is bound to approach. Hastily, he places the dark, dim yet so powerful axe into the belt, supported by his back as he scrapes the Twin Dragons from his thigh-level scabbards.
'您在哪里是?'
The Chinese cry of 'Where are you at!?' implies the worry beneath the skin as the effects behind the snowstorm continuously reaches higher levels of strength, almost enough to knock the muscular, broad body of Che to the deck. Standing his ground, physically unable to view hardly anything around him would surely prove to be troublesome, as it was horrific conditions to battle under. Perhaps an impossibility, but to open eyes and view the environment with the snow belting down would be an accomplishment of a lifetime. Che, with no other alternative choice has to put his head down, and endure the sky's falling rocks as they smash into ice over his bald, cold and numb head. With his two mini, one-handed axes gripped tightly within the palm of his also cold and numb hands, he awaited the presence of a figure of authority, someone with a menacing, intimidating approach. However, his wait wasn't that of a long one, as the wind in a ferocious gust send it darting the opposite way for no more than merely a split second, allowing Che to raise his eyes only to see a large figure, holding the Alaskan 'Bethalion", an unknown species of weaponry in Che's eyes. Unfortunately, the shadow of his hair blowing in the storm was the last thing he saw, as the snow traps his eyes in a world of bitterness... an epitome of the future outcome if our hero didn't use his surroundings and what ever else he could. Unable to see, having the storm blowing into his direction placed him at an unfair advantage, the way it sometimes has to go on the battlefield.
Che Kun Wah, who'd never been a talkative human of nature struggles to find a method of attack with the weather in the opposing dark shadow's favour. The ability to hear, see, smell, feel and speak was all in doubt after being in the sudden storm for so short as three minutes. Che engaged the mysterious man before him in a slow step-by-step technique, hoping to find a way out of this hoped to be dreamworld he was in, however, he was about to find it this was nothing beyond reality. |
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