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Turks vs Lennon
04.17.03, 05:56:02
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Setting
Sayaconta forest clearing
This setting is a haven from the dark, deep forest of Sayaconta. A grave stone stands in the middle of the area and the light shines down through a gap in the canopy. This is the only place in the forest where anything but trees and fungi grow. Flowers sprout in the places where they could not before and all because of the living light that shines down on the area that will now be brought to destruction by the battle of the two warriors that both stand at either side of this quiet and tranquil setting. The grave stone reads "Juan Steomuchi, Commander of the civil armies of Japan, killed in action by the shadows that curse this place". This grave is also a warning to all who rest here, do not stay til evening for you will not survive.
The monsters known as Shadows patrol this area and when all is dark, they cannot be seen, this is when they hunt and kill.
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Name: Turks Tsurukusu
Age: 150
Gender: Male
Hometown: Sayaconta, Sparga
Height: 5ft 6"
Eyes: Black
Hair: Black
Appearance:
-- Clothes: Black boots, black trousers, white t-shirt, black trench coat.
-- Armor: leather, studded. Wore underneath t-shirt
--Weapons: Sword on his back, twin short swords at his waist
Weapons: Sword, named Argalchius. This was the sword of the head shadow elder that Turks defeated in a great battle. Turks took the sword as a trophy of the battle. Argalchius means sword of power in some languages and sword of protection in others. The sword has mystical powers, which come from the users powers but are let out through the sword. The swords hilt was of platinum but it was mystical and so the material was as strong as steal. The same as the blade originally silver but magically as strong as the hardest of diamonds. Jewels were encrusted upon the hilt and an illustration of strange hand was at the end of the blade. It showed a man with a sword using a strange power that emitted from the end of his sword. The short swords were sacrificial swords, they had the same characteristics as the main sword but without the illustration, the main sword was obviously not a usual version of this type of sword.
Magic Element: shadow and light. Although he isn’t a dark character, he uses dark magic, as it is the strongest and quickest to obtain. He used this type of magic in his younger years to become powerful and has perfected it since. Also uses light magic, as it is more powerful to a more experienced warrior, which he is now.
skills/attacks: Turks most frequently uses his gifted powers along side sword attacks e.g. a sword attack followed by a elder attack. I will not list all possible sword attacks but just the elder attacks.
Photonic blast/photonic ray - way formed=glowing pink sword
This attack is probably the most frequently used attack and It can blast through any object. It can appear as a pink ray which is more accurate but not as powerful or it can be a blast which has a wider area of attack but isnt very accurate. They can also be shot out in balls of energy.
Green Flame - way formed=green flame around sword
this can be used in 3 different ways. 1)shot straight off of the sword to cause a fire. This way is not very effective. 2)Kept alight during sword fighting, contact causes a flash in the opponents direction and sends sparks towards the opponent. 3)Can be send through the ground to surprise an enemy in an underground attack going upwards. This last way is very effective and powerful.
Hearts grip - way formed=surrounds sword in an intense blue swirling light
This attack targets the heart and destroys it causing instant death if hit. This attack is usually very reliable and accurate although it may not cause instant death on strong opponents.
Power-up - way formed=climbs up the sword filling it with an orange light that then combines with whatever clour is layed on top
This is not an attack but is used to power-up another attack by combining with it.
Dragons roar – way formed=Turks raises his arms in a v-shape and the sky clouds overhead and begins to rain. Everything soaks through and Turks raises his sword into the air, a lightening bolt strikes the sword and lightening surrounds turks and his sword but does not shock them.
After the beginning of this attack a stream of electricity streams off from turks and begins to move around the area. The lightening continues to strike onto turks’ sword and more electricity follows the stream that first went off. The stream takes the shape of a dragon and grows huge. When the dragon is big enough it flies on its own and swoops around sometimes setting fire to things. On turks’ command the dragon swoops at the opponent and flies into them causing an explosion because of the wet weather and it also electrocutes them.
Oblivion [limit break, needs limit break form to work] - way formed=strange symbols appear on the side of the sword. Then the sword flashes and it is red all over.
This is Turks most powerful attack apart from when combined with the power-up attack. This attack causes havoc, chaos and destruction in the path of the enemy as well as destroy most things around the fighters. This attack cannot be antiscipated and only being mildly hurt by this attack is shear luck!
Metamorphasis [form needed for limit break]- way formed=a black liquid type substance drains from the hands and covers the whole sword in darkness
For this attack to take place Turks must stab the sword into himself and let the darness take him. This attack then causes Turks To be powered up into Danté his other world other. Danté has the same sorts of features as Turks but looks like a demon/devil and is more powerful. His Elder attacks are a lot more concentrated too.
Info on break limit form; What it looks like, how it was gained etc.
The Creation of Danté
Turks had heard from another elder that you could power up your attacks and live through hell if you did a simple technique. Not everyone could do it but if it failed then nothing would happen. The man said that the technique would swallow you up and send you down to hell where you would have to battle the devil himself, who could not be killed but could be weakened and that is what you had to do. Turks felt this as a challenge and so decided to attempt the technique.
Turks thrust his great sword Argalchius out in front of him. There was a loud booming sound and then Turks' sword turned black. First the darkness crept gradually up from his hands to the handle of the sword and slowly sped up until it was covering the whole blade. He stabbed it into himself with no pain sensation at all and 3 claw like pillars came up from the ground and swallowed Turks up, dragging him down, down into the ground.
Turks got dragged deeper and deeper, faster and faster until he could feel the heat of the earth’s core. Then he landed right in front of the all-powerful lord of the underworld. "Ah another challenger" he said "come to try and get ultimate power have you. Hmph well you’ll have a hard job of it that’s for sure. The Devil threw back his cloak and grabbed his great fire sword. It was black in the middle surrounded by the fires of hell. "I will need more than just my mere sword" Turks said to himself. He charged his sword up with a green fire around it and said to the devil "lets fight fire with fire!"
He sprung at the devil waving his sword at him. Sparks flew off and caught the devils robes alight, "I live in the fires of hell do you really think fire will hurt me". Turks slashed at the devil who blocked his attacks. Then Turks gave an almighty swing of his sword that knocked the devil back slightly. "You are better than most men although I sense that you are not a normal man" "then you would be right, I am an elder". Turks stepped back and fired several photonic energy balls at the devil who deflected one but got hit by the other three, "argh you got me". The devil still stood up though and threw a fireball at Turks, which missed, and then another that Turks deflected off his sword but that still caught his leg a bit, singing his trousers. Turks fired a beam of photonic energy at the devil, which he absorbed with his sword. Straight after Turks' sword glowed orange and then flashed blue. The two colours swirled together as Turks circled his sword and then all of a sudden a blue and orange beam shot right into the devils heart. This was the weakening move that send the devil to the ground in pain.
"You have found my weakness and so I grant you the power of metamorphosis and so create for you the skill to become Danté. Be careful though for if you do not control Danté he will control you.” "thank you great lord of the underworld, I will take your words in great thought" With that Turks leaped up and was carried by the fire of hell to the surface.
Turks' enemies were amazed and thinking that they had won, they let their guards down. Then Turks appeared in a blinding blast of fire from the flames of hell. Cloaked but with a new, more powerful sword in hand Turks stood up. A lone man challenged him. Brave he was, tall and strong but Turks over powered him in just appearance and they had not even started to fight. Turks flung off his black cloak, as his great, white wings stretched out like a bird that hadn't flown in years.
His eyes were dark and black; his head had horns on top that looked like a demons or a devils. This was no longer Turks, this was Danté. He was taller now and looked like a man and not a boy. He wore what the special ops would call a optimum performance suit on his top half that brought the best out of it's user. Spikes and other such objects covered the outside of Dante’s body; he was a sight to marvel on but also a sight to be scared of. Danté was definitely otherworldly but had he actually been to hell nobody knows but Danté and Turks.
At this moment Danté swung his mighty sword at the man, chopping him down with an easy strike, the man didn't have a chance. Danté said in his demon like voice.
"Ah the power is over whelming. Ha I could do great things with this power"
However Turks was more powerful than Danté in mind and so was able to control the power that was his to use. Turks' wisdom had made his body more powerful than any that ever lived. Danté became one of his attacks so to speak and that is how they worked.
Personality: True neutral. Because of his immortality he has grown arrogant and cares little for the goings on of men. He spends most of his time with the elves of other worlds, seeking wisdom from them and growing strong with his wisdom. Although he is arrogant, he is not evil and can be caring but doesn’t like to show it. He is torn from the deaths of loved ones, first his parents then his brother and then the women he loved.
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Background: The shadow elders date back to the early 16th century people’s myths. They were a cultist group who possessed strange powers that were unexplainable by the people of the day. The group was hunted by the people of their world who saw them as a threat and so opted to destroy them instead of finding out about them. The elders were not really a cultist group although they were called that because they were said to be apposing the rulers of their world.
The Elders had been around for hundreds of years before this but they were not as well known and they were not in such high numbers. The elders managed to make an alliance with those whom sought revenge or just wanted to become more powerful. Their followers were mainly the greedy of people but those who were true elders were wise and pure. For the elders were immortal and there were some that had lived for up to five generations of men.
There was one elder, the greatest of all, 638 years old he was. He was named Yi-Wan, the leader of the elders. He was the one that taught the elders that they needed more than just their powers and so made the first sword; the sword of the elders. Yi-Wan also created hope for the elders when he came across a parchment that read of a prophecy of the elders. A prophecy in which a small boy, stripped of his parents, seeks revenge and so is granted the power of all the elders combined. One who would lead the elders into glory and the acceptance of man. This “ONE” was named Turks!
This story should set his background
We are in sayaconta, a small village just outside the capital. It is a quiet village with not many habitants and the only shops are the small businesses run by the villagers. In this town lives a boy, 15 years old who lives with his brother, Telento. His parents died in a tragic accident that was covered up by their government. Nobody knows what happened. This boy is called Turks and although he doesn’t know it yet, he has mystic powers granted to him by the elders. Turks is quite tall, he has jet-black hair and quite pale skin. He wears black trousers, a white t-shirt, black boots and a black, leather trench coat.
Turks is cycling home from school like any other day in the week. However today he has been followed and although he knows he’s being followed he doesn’t know where to go or what to do about it and so he carries on home. All of a sudden the men that were following him start sprinting after him, chasing him. This causes Turks to panic. He begins to ride; he’s riding as fast as he can but the stalkers are already upon him, his foot slips on the pedal as one of the men run into the back of his bike causing the bike to flip. In front of them is a road maintenance site. The bike is thrown into this site by the incident. The man who was chasing is ok and lands on the ground with only a few bruises but Turks catches his hand on a piece of wire which cuts his arm open from his knuckle to his shoulder. Blood pours out of the agonizing wound onto the street floor, the stalkers run away and Turks is unknown about why they followed him. The men working on the road run over to him, one of them takes Turks into his house which is not far away, straps his arm up with bandages, but that is not enough, he needs a specialist. The men carry him quickly to a healer in town; he is the only one who can help the boy now.
Turks wakes up in healers house the next morning with his brother by his side. “ Hey how you doing?” “I’m ok”, “that’s good to hear. I’m just going to get some water ok”.
Turks thinks of his parents as he lies in the bed. He opens his eyes from the vision of his parents that he had in his head. “Don’t be afraid son we’re messengers for the elders” “what? Who? Who are the elders?” “You know that story I used to tell you about the cultists well its true and they are the elders. You are The One Turks. You are the one that will seeks revenge and reinstate the way of the cultists” “wow! Me? Are you serious? How do I use my powers?” “You already know. But don’t tell your brother about this”
Just then Telento walks through his parents and they disappear.
“Thanks for being there for me bro. You’re the best”
That’s where it begins.
Over time Turks trains his powers in secret and becomes powerful, more powerful than any elder. His power came from the scar on his arm. It came in that way and that is where it was shown. But through all his power and wisdom Turks still wondered about his stalkers, who they were, where they came from, who sent them and most importantly why they were after him. That was all that troubled him now that his parents killer was dead and because of this he never went anywhere without his sword which he named Argalchius.
Argalchius meant sword of protection and that is what it did, it protected Turks from the main threat that opposed him, another sword! Argalchius was a long, double-handed sword that had an end that zigzagged in a curve. The zigzag was covered with an illustration of the first use of power by an elder. This illustration was the link between Turks' power and the extra power that the sword gave out.
Now this is where his story begins and continues.
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Turks stood on the left side of the last known haven in the wretched forest of doom. Opposite him stood another man, though Turks could not quite make him out yet.
Turks stood quietly and calmly awaiting the right moment to strike. All around was alive unlike the journey here, butterflies flew and birds sung in the tree tops, bees buzz around the colourful array of flowers, so many different types. The journey was a struggle even though it was very long.
Turks started in his hometown, Sayaconta, a peaceful morining where the sun was shining and there was no sign of one single cloud in the sky. Turks stood outside his hut of a home, all had been lost in his long years of travelling and fighting. For almost a century he had visited every corner of Sparga, fighting fiends and warriors who thought they could challenge him. All had been destroyedwithout much trouble, although there had been a few tough ones too.
The morning continued with with a visit to the merchants store and a visit to the message box. Turks had two messages, one was from the head Elder, just a letter asking him how he was getting along in his search, which is not needed to be known in this story, the other was a challenge note. The setting was easy enough to know, he had been there many a time, but each time he hated the place more and more. Either way, Turks would never back down from a fight, maybe that was his problem, he was too proud and too full of himself.
Turks set off at once after picking up his short swords from the blacksmiths, who had been sharpenning them. He always had Argalchius with him though, the magic within that sword kept it strong and sharp always so there was no need to part with it.
After grabing his stuff and heading out, Turks soon reached the edge of the forest, yet he hesitated to go in. So many had died in this forest that most would not even talk about it. It was cursed by the monsters inside it, the darkness made it easy for the monsters to hunt and only the strongest could survive this forest. It was the only way to Sayaconta and the only way out of Sayaconta though, it was the worst place in Sparga and Turks was stuck fighting in it. After thinking for a while he though of something that his master had told him once.
"If you never face you fears, you will never find out what is behind the next step and you will be stuck in the same place forever"
These were the wise words of master Shungi-wan, Turks' teacher and trainer in near enough ever martial art there is. He taught him not only how to fight but how to be a man, a gentle man and a wise man.
Turks took these wise words and entered the forest which he feared and hated, for he had lost someone of his own in there.
After about ten minutes of walkng through the forest, Turks spotted something ahead, a monster known as a kalatkan. This monster was one of the weaker ones in the forest but it was still dangerous. Turks tried to sneak up behind it but he was never any good at sneaking and the monster turned and spotted him. From a usual curved shell on its back, spikes on it's forehead and a spike ball on it's tail, suddenly huge spikes shot out from it shell and the thing began to roll towards Turks as best it could with all those spikes. This was actually very well and Turks was lucky to dive out of it's path in time to escape being crushed and sliced by it's spikes and huge body. Turks quickly wiped out his twin swords twisting them and clasping them in his hands. The thing came at him again, he dived and stabbed at its under belly, there was a screech of pain but it was still alive. It came once again but this time Turks did not role. he positioned himself under a large tree and just as the Kalatkan neared he jumped and grabbed hold of a overhead branch. He held tight to the branch and the monster passed under him, Turks dropped just behind the monster and grabbed it's tail minding the spikes. He used all his strength to pick up the beast and swing it into a tree beside him. The beasts spikes got stuck in the tree and Turks thrust his sword into the underside of the beast. It struggled for a while and then fell limp, it was dead.
Turks continued on to where he was meant to be going now after the breif interuption. In no time he was at the clearing and at the place where we first started. The light was a relief from the from the darkness which seemed to last forever and now the fight could begin.
Turks put his short swords in his waist belt and took off his trench coat. He through it off to the sides and raised his arms, a chill wind swept the coat away and Turks put his head back to feel the wind against his face. it was refreshing and felt good. Turks reached over his shoulder now and pulled his sword up over his back, clasping it now in both hands, this was Argalchius, the sword of the Shadow Elders, probably the most powerful sword ever created, with the right user of course.
Turks squat down into a defensive ready stance now awaiting his opponents movement. This was to be a good fight Turks felt. |
Last edited by Turks : 04.24.03 at 15:16:10.
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[OOC: Here's my bio mate http://www.geocities.com/lennonlegen...arakonBio.html
...I'm not too thrilled about the intro, it just doesn't seem like Sarakon's style to invite someone to a fight, he's more the type to track them and confront them, but whatever, it still works]
Sarakon had wandered the land for awhile now, he hadn't had a fight in a long time but now he was approaching the strongest spirit presence he'd felt for ages.
He had hopes that he could learn something from the spirit or find some way to steal its power, if he could no then Sarakon was content to destroy it.
If the power cannot be mine...then NO ONE SHALL HAVE IT!!
Sarakon could feel the spirit beckoning to him, pulling him to the town of Sayaconta and in there Sarakon observed his quarry from the shadows, unseen.
He was a small man at only about 5 and a half feet by Sarakon's guesstimation..the man wore a lot of dark clothes although the spirit Sarakon sensed was definitely biased to the side of light. He didn't appear to be heavily armoured, but he carried himself like a warrior, with his weapons at the ready the man walked proudly through his town, Sarakon knew this warrior would not turn down a challenge..
Sarakon paid a servant boy in the town to deliver a note to the warrior, who the boy informed him was named "Turks"
This note was a challenge to Turks, inviting him to a battle in a place of Sarakon's choosing
...and Sarakon chose the Sayaconta forest clearing, the place had quite a reputation with the locals and would make a fitting place for a warrior's demise.
And so, with everything in place Sarakon waited, resting up for the battle ahead.
At last it neared time for the great battle and Sarakon set out for the meeting place in the centre of the forest
I shall face the same trials as my adversary, he's already outclassed....for me to have any more of an advantage would just be cowardice on my part
Sarakon entered the forest, he could feel an immense dark spiritual presence within the forest, but he paid it no attention, it was a collective mass of weaklings, nothing to worry about.
Sarakon strolled leisurely through the dark forest, a beastly creature attacked him but a kick to its jaw shattered it's skull and it troubled him no more.
Sarakon could feel the presence of beings around him and when he glanced around he saw lots of shadowy creatures watching him from the trees, Sarakon could almost taste their evil and he had no doubt that they wouldn't hesitate to rush out and attack him if they stood a chance, but these shadow creatures were content to stand down and allow Sarakon to pass, watching him with awe and reverence.
Finally Sarakon neared the clearing, he stepped between some trees out into the clearing that was bathed in sunlight.
Unlike the rest of the forest which was desolate and devoid of all normal life, this area was beautiful and abnormally abundant with flowers, roses, violets and tulips everywhere, a beautiful collage of floral colour dotted about the place, lots of small mammals ran about the place, frolicking in the sunlight..even the grass here looked greener than normal.
This will make a fin resting place for him..
As he thought that he caught sight of a grave stone, but he couldn't be bothered to read the gibberish scrawled over it, his eyes focused beyond the grave stone, to his opponent.
Turks was stood in a half crouch, he had his sword ready to guard him and his legs ready to move him
ah good, so he knows a bit about how to move, maybe this will be more fun than I expected
Sarakon marched towards the man slowly, his armoured feet tore up great clumps of grass as he moved, the wind massaged through his hair, his pupil less gaze locked on Turks at all times.
As Sarakon walked his armour let of light creaks as his movements twisted the plates against their rivets, but it caused him no discomfort and he continued to walk towards Turks.
He stopped about 5 foot away and looked down at his opponent
"Be pleased I have chosen this place, there are worse locations to die.....it's only fair that you should know the name of he that will slay you..I am Sarakon..count yourself lucky, I never knew who killed me..."
Sarakon waited for the words to sink in, then he reached up and behind his shoulders with his left hand and pulled his battleaxe away from it's hook.
Sarakon looked down and leered at the little man in front of him as he switched the axe from his left hand to the right one.
Let's begin with something easy, just to get him started
And with that thought Sarakon pulled his right hand far back behind his head, and then whirled it back down, his armoured hand arced downwards and he released the colossal axe from his hand, and watched it head towards Turks' skull, spinning through the air and approaching him with tremendous speed..
[i]A good test I think...if he can deal with that axe being thrown at him from only five foot away then he has what it takes to make this interesting..otherwise he’s' just one more victim..
[OOC:sorry, I did this LATE and blah, it's probably crap, but I can barely see straight right now.....] |
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(OOC yeah sorry about the entrance but I dont rp the same as you, nobody rps the same and so it would be impossible for me to know what you would do, but sorry all the same)
Turks stood or rather crouched in front of this collosal man plated with inch thick armor. Did he really need so much armor? Well t leat it would slow him down. This man may be powerful but if he could not catch Turks then he would have no chance in winning.
The man spoke to turks and introduced him self, Turks felt that he should do the same but then remembered that the man already knew his name from the letter and so did not continue as he meant to.
The man spoke as if he was all powerful yet he seemed scared of Turks' power, felt it a threat of some kind. This man was arrogant though, even Turks did not think that much of him, he must destroy him for his pride. turks might be small but his power reaches further than what Sarakon could feel.
Turks heard the voice of his late master in his head
"Fight with honor, fight with soul,
Fight for good and what is told.
Fight for the Gods that grant you your wishes,
Fight for the people of Sparga's cities.
Fight for me, fight for yourself,
Fight for your parents who died for your health"
These were the wise words of master yun-pao, trainer in all martial arts, skilled with a blade above most others and messenger of the Shadow Elders, the man that Turks felt as a father figure since his was taken from him at an early age. It was the man he trusted above all others and now his voice with these words came back to Turks in every battle that he was in that could cost him his life. Turks was glad for this sort of company, some might say he looked for fights just to hears his masters voice again, maybe.
Turks looked up at Sarakon and smiled with a grin that said dont count on it. He watched and waited for the brutish man to make a move although it was hard to see what he was going to do under all that armor. Armor was weakness and so with so much armor, what threat could this man be?
A squeek of the mans armor told Turks to move. He readied his sword and watched for the attack. With still a fair bit of space between them, Turks felt he could counter in time although with a throwing weapon it might be a bit harder.
Turks watched as Sarakon took his weapon from his back, an axe, and threw it at Turks. It sored through the air straight towards him, Turks readied and when the time was right he stepped to the side and smashed the axe out of the way with his sword. The axe spun off and stuck into a tree trunk to the left of Turks. Turks cartwheeled now but did not place his hands down. He landed next to the tree with the axe in it.
"Well why not use the enemies weapons" Turks thought to himself
Turks grabbed the axe, renching it out of the tree, it was stuck firm but Turks used no effort at all to remove it from it's position, imbedded within the wood of the old tree.
Looking at it quickly and seeing its strengths, Turks saw an opportunity and took it. Suddenly the axe turned a bright pink, glowing and pulsing. The axe had been filled with photonic energy, such that could blow up anything with a single touch. Smiling at the axe and his own handy work, Turks threw the axe back at Sarakon. It headed straight for his skull, spinning and twisting, Sarakon shouldnt get in the way of that, his best bet was to try to dodge it because if he tried what Turks did him and his sword would not be left standing.
Turks did not wait for the out come of the attack of the axe being thrown, he continued to attack. He swung his sword back over his shoulder like a baseball bat, now his sword was glowing bright pink, pulsing like the axe was. But Turks did not throw his sword, he did not want his sword to blow up, that would be stupid, so instead he threw the energy from the sword out towards Sarakon.
Turks swung forward his sword and three pink balls of raw photonic energy went blasting towards Sarakon from the end of Argalchius. They were all heading aroung mid body height and the axe was heading head height. Turks was not mean enough yet to attack now to the bottom of him but he would ready himself for his next attack.
Turks put his swords hilt to his cheast and lay the blade over his face. He shut his eyes and breathed in and with a quick movement he pushed his sword away from his face. He opened his eyes and there was a flash of green and as quick as light the sword was engulfed in a raging green flame, thick and powerful and hot as the sun. The green fire flickers and burns but does not burn the swords blaade at all, it is a magical flame and only burns when neccassary.
Turks readied himself again waiting too see if Sarakon would be able to attack and how he would dodge the barrage of attacks. |
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Sarakon calmly watched as his huge battleaxe spun through the air, closing in on Turks.
It was close range and the axe had a lot of momentum but Sarakon was not foolish enough to believe that it would kill Turks, while in Sayaconta he'd heard much about Turks' skill in battle, and his spirit spoke for itself as did braving the trials of the forest to get here. So when Turks side stepped the axe at the very last moment, after holding his ground against its approach, Sarakon was not surprised....Though he made sure to note how deftly and swiftly Turks was moving, he was coming across as very confident, nearly arrogant right now
Perhaps he thinks speed will help him, perhaps he's been deceived by my armour...how foolish, Turks has already underestimated me...his first mistake...
As Turks stepped clear of the axe's path he also brought his sword up and with incredible force he swatted the axe away as if it were nothing, the axe now flew off to the right and it's massive blade impacted with a huge tree.
hmmm, I may have to watch out for a sword.....it may be a match for Heretic...
The axe hit the tree with such force that the blade was embedded fully within the trunk, the tree shook violently from the impact and visibly strained at its roots as it almost tore away from the ground.
Sarakon continued to stand where he was, eyeing Turks carefully as he leapt though the air in a midair cartwheel heading for the axe.
what have you got planned little man?...
Turks leant forward, grabbing at the axe's handle, tugging at it lightly he pulled the axe free, little bits of bark splintered away and cascaded down the side of the tree as the colossal axe was freed.
Sarakon watched silently as Turks quickly observed the axe and then began to concentrate an immense amount of energy into it. In an instant the air around the axe shimmered as if excited by some unseen force, rippling the image of Turks behind the wavy layer of air and then the axe assumed a pink glow that pulsed with an incredible energy.
Then Turks looked to Sarakon, smiled smugly and launched the axe towards Sarakon's skull.
..You cheeky little bastard....
As soon as the axe left his hand Turks swung his sword up around his back, over his shoulder and then it took on the same pink glow as the axe had.
Turks cut through the air, hitting nothing but air, but the pink brilliance leapt from the blade, splitting off into three projectiles that followed the path of the axe towards Sarakon, albeit at a lower height, the axe was heading for his skull, these blasts of energy were aimed for his torso.
I could dodge these with ease, the head is a small target so the axe is no problem....and I could simply leap over the blasts of energy..but I don't want to appear as though I need to move to deal with such an attack....
Sarakon concentrated on the ground around him, forcing his power deep within the earth that surrounded him, he could feel his magic begin to work, as if every particle of dirt around had been electrically charged by Sarakon's tainted soul.
Sarakon closed his eyes to help him focus mentally, it was almost as if he held the land around in his hands now, he had control over it and could manipulate it as he pleased.
An arc like wall of earth rose out of the ground in front of Sarakon, a grassy verge atop it as it rose to shield Sarakon from the incoming barrage of attacks. Fault lines began to tear through the clearing, the gravestone tilted and sunk as the earth below shifted, nearby trees rocked and twisted as their roots were torn by the shifting mass of dirt.
The wall came up just in time to protect Sarakon from the projectiles, which all struck simultaneously, Sarakon's side of the wall darkened while the other side suddenly shone with pink light as all the energy was released.
Sarakon still had his eyes shut but applied some telekinetic force to the area of the wall just in front of him.
Then there was a mighty explosion, which obliterated a wall and left a trench about it's curved perimeter.
Bits of mud and dirt flew everywhere, Sarakon’s face and armour was dusted in the brown filth that flew towards him, a light dust cloud drifted past his feet.
Finally Sarakon opened his hate-filled eyes, before him he saw the trench that lay ahead of him, a small mound of earth as the top, the remnants of his earthen shield and amongst the dirt he saw the smouldering remains of his axe, a few bolts of pink energy surged across it and vanished into the air.
I'm always having to replace that, I must find an axe more like Heretic...I wonder what would happen if Heretic were charged up like that..I doubt it would be destroyed..the spirits that inhabit my blade are much too stubborn for that....
Turks was standing in the same place he'd been when he released the barrage of attacks, but now his sword had taken on an elegant green burning flame, and he held it out in front of him, over his chest and face.
Defensive stance again..the weakling...I tire of this already...
Sarakon took a few steps towards Turks, for a brief moment he was overcome with nausea and it felt as if all his senses were leaving him. He could still hear and see everything but it was like his mind had distanced itself from reality, but Sarakon quickly regained composure after staggering a few steps.
This always happened after Sarakon used magic, even the weakest spells drained him, but while Sarakon could easily have jumped over the attacks he felt that he should make a demonstration of power after Turks had done so. Also it was like psychological warfare, Turks had thrown off a large amount of energy and been confident about it, but Sarakon stood his ground and appeared unscathed, even though the magic use had taken its toll within Sarakon..he felt as if he's just done 50 laps of Sayaconta.....
But he'd regained composure and he wasn't staggering anymore, he walked in a pseudo march, with his head held high and as he casually moved towards Turks he leapt over the small trench between them with ease.
He stopped to draw Heretic from his back, the sickening bone handle clasped firmly in his right hand, Sarakon could almost feel the blade's hunger for Turks' death.
Soon Heretic...soon
"If that was your best, then you'll have no chance against me Turks..you've got to try harder,"
Sarakon smirked as he mocked Turks,
"You know I can feel the strength of your soul...and it has a lot more power than that last attack....do you really think you can defeat the scourge of Tarronia without giving it your all?"
Sarakon laughed at Turks after he spoke and he smirked, imitating Turks from earlier on,
"Oh..and if you think my armour slows me down...then YOU'RE WRONG!"
And with that, Sarakon launched himself at Turks, he knew that Turks' sword was now coated in that strange fire but he didn't worry about that, his armour and skills would protect him.
Sarakon stopped just in front of Turks and swung Heretic upwards and to his left, he knew Turks' face and chest were strongly guarded so a low attack made sense.
Sarakon could almost hear the souls of the damned screaming for Turks' blood as Heretic raced upwards towards him, full of the wrath and contempt of countless souls corrupted in the underworld.
Sarakon planned to use the momentum from this sword attack to spin and plant a swift backwards kick with his armoured left foot straight into Turks' chest, should he still be in one piece...
[OOC: there you go, enjoy.............erm how many posts we doing each?] |
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(OOC i think we said 5 attacks each)
With his sword ablaze in his hands, Turks watched the objects filled energy moving closer and closer to Sarakon. Their speed was unmatchable by any without magical ability or enormous strength; it would take something impressive to stop the attack, or something stupidly easy.
Turks watched as the ground began to shake slightly and the ground moved towards Sarakon. Trees fell as their roots got pulled from underneath them; the grave of a noble soldier was sucked into the earth beneath him. The turf churned and moved its way up into a shield in front of Sarakon. The energized objects smashed into this turf wall and obliterated it, sending mud all over everywhere.
When the dust cleared a great hole was left in the ground, a trench, wide and deep.
Hmm it's never made a hole that big before, I surprise even myself I think
Turks looked up to see Sarakon covered in dust. Turks laughed at the sight but his laughter was followed by another speech by Sarakon and a strange grin, which his face was obviously not used to doing.
blah blah blah, get on with it and fight
Turks' thoughts seemed to have been heard because in a second of his thoughts, Sarakon leapt over the trench towards Turks. He stood there and took his sword from back, clasping it in his hands. Maybe Sarakon was going to use the sword, which his power seemed to rely on, if only Turks could get rid of that sword.
Turks saw Sarakon move his sword swiftly upwards towards Turks' lower right; Sarakon was swinging it to his left. Turks swung his sword in a sort of circular block to the right and hitting down and round into the sword of Sarakon. The two great and powerful swords of mystical powers grinded together for a split second almost fighting with each other as their masters were. Then Argalchius got the upper hand this time with the momentum from swinging through a circle movement; hitting Sarakon's sword to the side and leaving Turks unharmed.
Turks thought that the attack was over and maybe he under estimated Sarakon when Turks noticed Sarakon's leg coming towards his chest but with a quick twist of his wrist, Turks' sword had clashed with Sarakon's armored foot, knocking that too out of the way but being pushed back a step by the velocity and weight of the kick, maybe that armor was good for more things than first thought but whether it would withstand the heat of his magical fire was another thing.
Finishing the defense of Sarakon's attacks, Turks turned now to his own attack. Turks dropped and spun quickly, swinging his leg round to sweep the legs of Sarakon away from himself. Thinking about the next attack and the likelyhood of Sarakon jumping over his lower flying leg, Turks rose as swiftly as he had dropped, still spinning but this time with his sword stretched outwards and upwards like the most dangerous spinning top in the world, whirling in a rage of such that he almost looked a blur to the un focused eye of the un-trained and the un-trainable.
Turks spun at a super speed and spun right towards Sarakon. After spinning for a small while Turks stood up straight and still as if he hadnt been spinning at all. He was still and was not swaying as is the usual nature wen someone spins as vigorously as Turks did. However, although it did not seem it on the outside, Turks was very dizzy now and his vision was blurred, though this would not last long, it never does.
Turks was not finished yet. Remembering the sweep he thought that maybe he would not hit with the rising spin because Sarakon was on the floor, so after he stopped spinning, Turks stabbed down to the ground where Sarakon would have been if he had been tripped. Turks quickly backflipped away and sumersoulted over the trench to the other side after this attack, he needed to be at a sfe distance until his vision recovered a bit.
If I could see then I would feel safer and know what to do next, but I can see nothing but green at this moment.
Turks rubbed his eyes and his vision began to come back. He could just make out a figure but he could not see it clearly enough to know what it was doing and what position it's body was in. The only thing he knew was that it was there but of course it was always going to be there.
As his vision continued to recover Turks readied himself for Sarakon's next move or to see whether Sarakon was still able to continue. The battle was surely a great one even if it was over so soon, either way this battles was never going to be very long with two powerful competitors.Turks waited now as his fire went out on his sword, though the sword was still hot. He thought as he waited.
Hmm that armor may be his downfall, maybe it could act as a lightenning rod for and roasting of Sarakon
(Sorry about that, i've edited it now, just took the last attack out, the other attacks shouldnt be too much trouble for you) |
Last edited by Turks : 04.23.03 at 06:16:32.
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Heretic tore through the air and closed in on Turks, but he was a lot faster than Sarakon had given him credit for and Turks managed to swing his sword round and parry the onslaught of Heretic.
Turks sword swung in a crescent shape through the air, going round and coming down against the rough surface of Heretic, the blade roared in outrage as these two powerful swords met for the first time and in a brief struggle for supremacy heretic lost to Turks' amazing sword..
I know I'd have to watch out for that..of course he was in a strong defence stance...
Thought Sarakon as he spun round, using the momentum from Heretic swinging round after being deflected to carry his body round and lash out with a kick to Turks.
but again, Turks was on his guard and managed to easily block with his sword, pushing Sarakon's heavy armoured leg away as if it were nothing, but the sword hadn't managed to damage the armour...and the strange green flame appeared to have no physical effect on the armour either, but the magical flame burned through the metal and Sarakon could feel his leg burning up underneath his armour.
What the hell.....how can it burn me but not the armour..what strange magic is this...
Sarakon was worried about his leg, the burning sensation had spread out and now he could feel the flesh of his entire leg heating up, at the point the sword had hit his leg he could feel blisters forming and skin popping as liquids and fat swelled up due to the incredible heat...
I can't let this burn my damn leg off....
Thought Sarakon as he focussed his mind on the air around his leg, using his magic he pulled all heat away from the area cooling the air around the burns dramatically, as the temperature went down the moisture in the air formed ice crystals which grew and spread out, attaching themselves to Sarakon's armour as a temporary burn suppressant.
But he had been concentrating on his magic and not Turks, so he had not noticed when Turks had dropped to the ground and lashed out with his foot which spun round and collided with Sarakon's feet, ordinarily he'd have laughed at such an attempt to knock him down, but with the pain of the burn and being preoccupied with magic, not to mention the sudden waves of fatigue and nausea that came over him after using the weak ice magic, he'd been off guard, and as soon as Turks foot struck | | | |
