[Shelus]

((( Alright. A simple challenge against, well... you know who you are, Godean. Now... Give me everything you got. Now as for post limit or length of time to post as much as possible... I know not. I would like to know however since this battle is a challenge for rank up on my behalf. For this battle, I shall be using Shelus. I will be using Shelus for my own reasons which include my yurning to get more used to him in battle.

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The white wild hair of the banished Seraphin flowed almost crazy like with the winds.

Hmmm...

His orange tipped eight foot wings however, were being dragged silently behind his back.

I... ergh.

Both of his eyes looked crazy... one could say insane. He was staring at the ground but in his mind he saw memories of a past battle.

I can't believe that... Thing would not die. And by thy own sword at that. Atleast I was greeted with a formal Battle... being in slumber for such a great length of time... it was... bliss almost.

His thoughts were getting the better of him. The more memories he triggered of that battle... the more he drove himself to the brink.

Shelus paced in circles a top an ancient platform where battles of old were once common thing. The platform was located in a hidden area surrounded by the icey cold mountains of this unknown region. The arhitecture that lied about the area, some in pieces... some barley intact, gave hint as to what civilization once inhabited the forgotten tundras of this planet. Some of the statues were that of the warriors of old. Indeed this planet had a terrible history... just as its weather was. It constantly snowed in these parts, but regardless of how much the snow would fall or how hard, the platform did not contain a hint of snow upon its thick but smooth greenish glass surface.

As he repeated this process of pacing around the battle ground, his grip around his Shelus sheath tightened and his face of anger was becoming insane... even grotesque. In the event of his anger however, someone... something, caught all of his senses at once. What was this figure he sensed approaching the mountain top platform? Could it be a small group of people questing a pilgrimage to the ancient shrine, or could it be someone seeking that which is lost? Fortunatly... Shelus felt differently about the one that neared his location.

Well well... could this be another battler? Could I finaly be able to do right in a completely different battle? Either way... I shall now reclaim my dignity. Wether this be a warrior or other... I shall feed my anger until its hunger is sufficed.

Shelus held out the Shelus Blade with his leftt hand by the sheath towards the direction of the approachfull one. He then slowly took hold of its hilt using his right hand. Shortly after... the sheath of this specter sword vanished in the cold moutain winds that blew passed, Shelus gently set it aside and waited for this figure to approach and shed light on his reason for finding his way here. As the figure neared... Shelus had a sudden reminder of who it was and why he was there.

Ahhh... I see. You have teken me up on my challenge. I must admit... I could have almost been caught off gaurd with memories of past. Now... shall we?

Shelus let on to be prepared and insane as he took form of his defensive stance.

NOW... Give me everthing you got.