I challenge any member of the TFF DarkSide

[Quistis]

A cloaked figure moved swiftly like the wind in the middle of the dark forest. The full moon shone as the silent witness to the duel that was about to unfold tonight.

It has been ages since she engaged someone in a battle. If her target was indeed as vicious as they claimed to be, then she must be ready for anything. Returning to her clan, this time as one of its leaders made her feel responsible to investigate this new 'group' who claimed to be the Brotherhood of Doom. She heard news that they can be found in this part of the land.

Her desire to engage in bloodshed has been eating away at her lately. The darkness within her soul craved for another victim, and so she realized that 'investigating' this group could be a valid excuse...not that she needed one anyway. But having a sense of 'purpose' makes a battle more interesting.

She stopped at a small clearing in the forest. Her keen senses well aware of her surrounding. Someone was approaching and she waited with great anticipation.

occ- hehe sorry crappy. Im very rusty. So dont expect a TOA level performance from me =P

[ToroMor]

The forest was almost quiet. It was a cold night and thin fog emerged from the ground. The lonely female figure stood still amidst the black schemes of the ancient trees. A thorough visitor would have noticed the tension and energy emanating from her body. Her face told stories of bloodlust and battles. With a sudden twitch of her head, she stared into the soulless gloominess of the long dead wood, sensing her enemy. A dark shadow covers the clearing. Glowing red eyes cut through the darkness and the odor of doom fills the air. A dark bulky giant enters the clearing. The homicidal Lady barely ever experienced fear nor believes in fate. Yet, as she meets the dark aura of the Knight of Darkness, her heart begins to pound faster and her blood rushes through her veins.

ToroMor sets his heavy boots on the clearing. He is fully covered in blackened metal armour and his right hand holds a grey bladed, very heavy Bihander. The handhold seems to consist of obsidian, wrapped in leather bands. Necromantic power eradiates from this cruel weapon. He stops and, slightly bending his helmet, his deep demonic voice shatters the still and echoes from the far mountains. “Hail to you, warrior lady! What a night for a duel. The pale moon is full and our souls lust for murder. How I craved for such a moment! My blood is boiling - let us begin the dance.” For just a weeny moment, for the tiniest fraction of a heartbeat, the lady is surprised by this unexpected salute. Then, ToroMor speaks the words he usually speaks before a duel: “I grant you the first blow.”

[lolosky]

I got in da forewst and sly u with ma chopper sword and kill u

OMFGBBQURPWNED!11!!!!!!!!!!!!1PWNED

EDIT: SOWY i had toremove my sig

(OOC- HEHEHEHEHE, now the real post)

This full moon had brought the menace of an upcoming war, the spawns of darkness had engaged in a savaged battle with the chaotic forces of light, and Dissaor was eager to take part, yet in the boundaries of the battlefield he had sensed a presence, something filled with power and invested in the dark ways, that was for clear; this could be a possible allegiance or a powerful foe to face. Yet those thoughts only felt superfluous on Dissaor’s mind, he had faced countless battles during his time, and during the millenniums of his existence he had been granted as holder of the dark mysteries of the void itself, no creature that roamed this earth could inspire any sense of fear in him, just mere respect.

It was the perception of pure blood lust, fields of battle were always filled with it; the desire for a massive carnage, the expectation of the arrival of a new foe, the craving for destruction that surrounded the air. Dissaor just felt satisfaction with this creature that had been stalking the war zone, he had not sensed such wandering desires since almost five centuries ago, when he had first perceived the existence of others like him, creatures of the shadows, endowed by the order of darkness, those were his kin, the only souls that could be identified as that since the rise of Arada. Somehow this creature reminded him of these dark souls, but still different; that smell, he could recognize it from great distances, clearly a female, and a highly prepared one. Dissaor was clear that the creatures intentions were not for allegiance, yet this would prove itself to be extremely amusing.

He could see her in the open, she was definitely not taking any chances and was forcing him to come out for the clear, not that it would matter in any way; Dissaor could simply pass next to her moving free as the cold wind just by shifting his corporeal state, yet he felt not like doing such thing; he was one of the founders of the Brotherhood, he was their face, he was their tongue, he was the unholy ambassador of the order forged in darkness; and he was not going to lower himself in such an way, he will give the taste of fierceness to this stranger, he would make her know the ways of true darkness, the order that was held in the void since the times of no-space, and perhaps he could even learn this woman's reasons for interference before her time expired.

Dissaor stepped away from the trees, his long brown victorian coat barely touched the land, as this imponent figure walked towards the clearing, the darkness portrayed by his shirt was barely interrupted by a crimson scarf that was tied around his neck; his steps were hardly heard over the low grass, as his feet were as light as feathers, which would had been completely illogical as he portrayed a size of more than 6 feet tall, his long legs, covered by his brown pants, showed his size. He seemed to be carrying no weapon, and his figure, yet slenderly muscular, was not as impressive as the mighty juggernaut that lead the Brotherhood of Doom, yet Dissaor was one of the triumvirate of darkness, those who knew it were aware that the first of the vampires was not to be taken lightly, and that his magick was matched by no one.

“Good evening my dear lady” - Dissaor spoke to the cloaked figure, with a malicious grin on his face - “Please, don't waste your time wondering how i recognize you were a woman, for it is not the only thing i perceive from you, and there are other subjects..... That i would like us to discuss with a better depth than that minimal detail” - He adjusted the white gloves that covered his hands, they were white as snow, disrupted only by a black draw in the back of the palm, it was the symbol of the Ouroboros, the representation of the perpetuating energy and pure power, many said that this symbol was created by Dissaor himself as a catalyst of his great power, yet those that had tried to prove it were never seen again, neither alive nor dead.

Dissaor, closed his eyes and released a sigh, and just like that he vanished, just as if the air itself had swallowed him, just half a heartbeat later he reappeared right behind her, just a meter away from her back - “Impressive, you followed my movements all the time, i can tell that you can easily move as with the same speed as i do, and yet you managed to not move an inch from your original position” - Dissaor said with a voice filled of certain satisfaction and certain humor, almost in a chuckle, but his face turned to cold as the breeze that was hitting both of their faces as he spoke - “Now tell me, who are you and why do you seek to spy upon us? You are no commoner bystander and it's obvious that you are not seeking for appliance in the brotherhood. Speak woman, for my mood is not always as good as you would like to”

(OOC- Quistis i just pmed Toro, i will be taking you on for this one, now show me the loving )

[Quistis]

She looked straight towards the Dark Knight who stood before her, shadows hiding her face underneath her cloak except for her blood red lips which gave way to a faint grin. She sensed great dark powers within him but nothing new to her since she had witnessed all kinds of evil in her life. No big deal.

Covered in black armor and a heavy blade, it was almost safe to assume that she would have the advantage of speed and for him, brute strength - odds that are so familiar to her but she was taking no chances. She never have.

The dark giant gave her a salute speaking the words

“Hail to you, warrior lady! What a night for a duel. The pale moon is full and our souls lust for murder. How I craved for such a moment! My blood is boiling - let us begin the dance.”

"I grant you the first blow.”

Just as she was about to speak, she sensed another presence. She almost cursed herself for not realizing this earlier, a lapse so to speak. She must be getting really rusty.

Alas, the second figure spoke, his words cold as he appeared. He looked more 'human' than the giant knight who appeared before him. No armor..just like her. The man asked about her intentions as he reappeared behind her. A simple display of his power, probably to intimidate his opponents. He could obviously do better than that.

"I would assume that both of you are from this Brotherhood of Doom I have heard of. I am Quistis - one of the leaders of the Evil Bad Guys. I came here not to represent the intentions of my clan but your group's existence got my attention and I felt like battling one, or in this case, maybe two of your kind." she said

"Besides, I find the idea of Evil against Evil very interesting." Quistis continued as she removed her cloak, revealing her trademark leather catsuit. Her waist-length brown hair pulled away from her face by a ponytail as a few strands of her hair framed her delicately shaped face. Her emerald green eyes spoke of no evil that rested beneath her soul.

She expected this -more than one opponent. The odds were against her - which was the type of battle she preferred. If she was indeed getting rusty like she thought, then this would be a good opportunity to hone her skills anew.

[ToroMor]

The very moment Dissaor showed up, it was evident that the warrior lady stood no chance at all. But this was not the fight ToroMor was looking for. Battling this formidable woman of arms one on one under the midnight moon - that would be an honor. But now? For this time, he would withdraw. He looks Dissaor in his face and his gaze tells the vampire that the withdrawal of the Dark Knight is not a thing that neither mortals nor immortals often saw nor would see again the next thousand years - and it's a sacrifice for the dark friendship he feels for his dark brother.

And so, ToroMor turns the back on the two and steps back into the dark void out of which he emerged just a moment before. And his last words vanish slowly in the mist: "One day we will meet again. When blood calls us..."

((ooc: It's hard to abandon this fight. GODDAMN!
Jorge, this is my late christmas gift for you.
Quistis, you will always find me ready.))

[lolosky]

Dissaor gazed his brother in understanding, this was desired and longed for the leader of the powerful Brotherhood, yet, bigger things were at stake, he could not allow this. He nodded at his leader as they both understand this silent spoken thoughts, there was no need for words between them as they knew what now had to be done. Toromor, left disappearing in the darkness of the fog that covered the forest - “There is no need for both of us to face such an opponent, it is obvious for me that our skills are greatly matched my dear Quistis?” - Dissaor answered without turning his back after hearing her response - “And yes you are right... We both belong to the Brotherhood, my name is Dissaor, I am one of the triumvirate of darkness, and that was my brother ToroMor, almighty leader of the brotherhood” - Dissaor pointed at the direction that Toromor had headed - “I will dare to tell you we know your kin, and those belonging to your clan are familiar to us..... And be sure that my brother has always been in await for your showing into our battlefields, but i cannot allow this, not now......”

Dissaor released a relief sigh, and turned slowly to match the face of his opponent - “I normally don't have any problem of letting him taking on as many battles as please him, but these are not the times for his concentration to fall off from other things apart of the war that is going over our lands. This is too decisive for us, and I wont allow anything to interfere with it” - he gave her a wicked smil, in which she could appreciate his great sized fangs - “Now my dear Quistis, please don't feel disappointed as having only one opponent, for I assure you i could prove myself more than the match that you would expect” - Dissaor pulled back his coat using both hands, avoiding any interference with his legs, now he was ready to take on her assault, although he was puzzled, he could not see the characteristic whip of this devious woman. But her eyes, her eyes showed no evil deeds, nor dark desires, but Dissaor knew better, he could sense deep into her soul, and all eh could see was darkness, how tasteful - “Well, my dear Quistis, i will give you the advantage of the first blow, respecting the decision of my brother. Come, i am awaiting”

((OOC- Crappy i know, but it's the best i can came up for setting the mess of the double battle))

[Quistis]

Quistis listened as Dissaor introduced himself and his 'brother', the dark knight known as ToroMor. ToroMor left the battle to Dissaor's hands. She felt a little insulted, as if they were belittling her skills. But then, what would a man expect if he was faced by a young woman dressed in a catsuit with no armor or weapon on her. She clearly did not show any sign of formidability to her opponents - a deception that always worked to her advantage. And with that, she could never complain.

"Very well. We shall face each other some other time ToroMor." said Quistis. As ToroMor disappeared in the darkness she then faced Dissaor who she just realized looked more like a vampire. Quistis also wondered if her co leaders in the clan would be mad at her for initiating a battle such as this. But she learned not to let anything or anyone get in her way.

“Well, my dear Quistis, i will give you the advantage of the first blow, respecting the decision of my brother. Come, i am awaiting” Dissaor said grinning at her.

"Let's see if you regret everything after this." she said as the wind picked up beneath her. The dry leaves and dust showed how the small turbulence concentrated on her right hand, as if forming something. Seconds later, Quistis' hand appeared to seem to hold something. A weapon made by her ability to command the wind.

She remembered how she almost always started battling her opponents using the wind. To her, It was the most versatile element of all. But the others could wait later.

How can you dodge what you couldn't see. You dont even know what kind of weapon I weilded in my hand. A whip with penetrating spikes that surrounded it.
she thought.

"I am almost done." Quistis grinned while raising her left hand as if commanding an unseen force. The wind then started to get strong around where Dissaor was standing..not to knock him down but to use the dust and soil around him to cover her next move.

With speed and grace Quistis' rushed towards Dissaor's direction and lashed her invisible whip towards his neck.

[lolosky]

By the moment Quistis raised her hand, Dissaor felt as if he was being trapped, his path blocked by invisible ropes that held his body tight, holding a grip over his freedom of movement; he could not perceive any ethereal force around himself, yet he could not move, and then he realized that his hair was swinging in different directions

“Wind, she is using wind to hold me back” - his face showed disgust over this thought, she had been able to caught him off guard with that, and still she had underestimated him so much to think that it would be enough for him to be hold with just that, and then he saw her, she moved fast, just as fast as he did and in her hand she was carrying something, now he understood - “How could I be so stupid, she doesn't carry any weapons.... She elaborates them in battle”

His eyes turned completely white, as a dim light started to wave from his hand, growing stronger in half a breath the light covered his hand completely and reflected over his face, the only thing that remained visible was the darkness over the Ouroboros sign, it was still pitched black, surrounded by the, now yellow, light that covered his hands; Dissaor made a struggle and moving his left hand at a blinding speed to his back he cut the wind prison that surrounded him, he managed them to arc his body to the back, and still using his unreal haste, he made a back flip attempting to create distance between the attack of Quistis whom had lashed his invisible weapon towards him

For a brief moment he felt secure, but then he thought of his foolishness, this was nothing corporeal, the weapon would adjust to her necessities without finding any restraint, and by the grin on her face he knew that he still had to handle with this weapon. In a second the yellow light in Dissaor's hand had shifted, slowly the light dimmed again and brightened with a sudden glow, but this time the color it emanated was gray, like a steel glowing glove that had surrounded his hand, the light then flowed through his entire right arm, covering it in a moment.

Dissaor stroked the air with his arm right where he could perceive the attack was coming by the blow of the wind; and then he felt it, a tangle, something held his arm, and it was pressing it, he was protected from the damage, yet his shield was now flawless he could feel the pain of this hit and the pressure of the grip over his right arm. He chuckled and pulled back the weapon; it was whip, that was for sure, he could feel something trying to break through his skin in irregular positions of the weapon, she had covered it with something, something sharp enough to try to pull itself into his skin.

“Nice attempt, but you can do ten times better my dear” - Dissaor mischievous tone, his fangs exposed over his mouth as he drew a smile, his eyes still white created an eerie atmosphere over his face, and yet the thing that attracted the most was his left hand, now again with the same dim light that had showed two times before; Dissaor chuckled and looked down, with a unnatural agility he flexed his legs and performed a leap, he did not jumped back as would had been the most sane thing to do, instead he jumped over Quistis, rolling over his center on the midair. He landed two meters away from her back, his right hand still gray and entangled by the wind whip, yet his left hand was now eerie blue, he had glowed it in some moment over when he had flexed his legs, now it had left a trail of blue light over the air, an arc that stood over her and that ended in the left hand of Dissaor.

“Do you feel ready now?” - he mocked with his right hand still up next to his body; he turned around, the arc turned into a darker blue, it had seemed as if was just an small trail but as it darkened, it was obvious that it had at least four meters width; and as he moved his body, and the moment in which Dissaor raised his hand, the arc started to fall from the sky on great speed making itsd way to crush Quistis body.

[Quistis]

Quistis expected Dissaor to escape from her first attack. His movements were swift but very quick as he leaped and landed a couple of meters away from her. Quistis followed Dissaor's movements and she noticed a trail of blue light above her and the strange auras surrounding both of his hands. It was evident that he was a 'magic' user like her.

"I will give you points for catching that invisible whip with your arm." she said grinning at him as she awaited his next move.

That strange arc hasn't disappeared above me yet, I gotta be careful

“Do you feel ready now?” Dissaor said and the arc started to grow bigger, a dark blue aura emanating from it this time. Quistis knew that this could spell bad news and she started to move away. Dissaor then raised his hand and it was almost too late for her as the huge arc started to fall down fast in an attempt to crush her underneath. Quistis barely missed the arc and the impact to the ground was devastating that she was forced to slide a few feet away, soil and pebbles almost blinding her eyes. As the dust slowly settled down, she looked back at Dissaor who was standing a few meters away from her watching her every move.

"I get that stare from men all the time. I am used to it." she said in a semi-flirty tone. She knew she had the tendency to flirt with her opponents especially if she found them good looking. Oh how she remembered the old times. She was almost happy to know that she hadn't lost that part of her.

Happiness - a feeling that always seemed to elude her. She almost felt the evil inside her twitch at this humanly desire. She just shrugged it off.

"I am just warming up hun. I am sure you were doing just the same. Your turn to initiate an attack. I am more used to men chasing after me." she grinned motioning her hand at Dissaor to attack her while subtly concentrating her power on the whip and turned it into an invisible sword this time.

[lolosky]

The pressure was gone, he had succeeded in making her turn her way of attack, just as he intended. She had moved fast, yes, faster than he expected her to do; she had been really good at avoiding that probe attack, showing just a bare part of her display of power. The light that surrounded Dissaor's hands faded away, as he slowly walked parallel to Quistis, he moved showing her the left side of his body, looking at her over his shoulder, which denoted certain arrogance.

“Wicked woman, she is just teasing around with me.....” - he thought as he started a short smile, he stretched his right arm a few times, making his body accustom again to that feeling he had so long forgotten - “Pain.... It's the first time I've felt it in almost one thousand years; I guess it was something that could not be avoided, her skills are almost at the same level as mine from what I've heard”

Dissaor gripped his right wrist with his left hand and started to move his right hand, closing and opening his fist while he gave a direct look over it; he grinned deviously, and raised his glance to his left side watching Quistis awaiting still – "I get that stare from men all the time. I am used to it." – Quistis spoke from behind the dissipating dust that had filled the air after the crush of the energy arc that he had formed; he could not avoid himself from releasing a small chuckle; very impressive she was, not only aware of her power but surely aware of the lure she could pull over the opposite gender - “Oh, I am sure you do. But how many have lived to gloat about it?” - He replied with a small trace of irony, he made a low smile as he set his eyes straight on hers.

"I am just warming up hun. I am sure you were doing just the same. Your turn to initiate an attack. I am more used to men chasing after me." – Presumptuous, no doubt about it, this woman was really confident about herself; Dissaor liked that, it meant that she would struggle until the end; hopelessly, yes, but still entertaining - “Then i take heed of your words 'hun'. I just hope for you to keep the pace, I tend to exceed myself during the foreplay” - He blinked at her just to catch her reaction; still holding his right wrist, he closed the right hand as it started to emanate the same eerie dim light from before, he didn't look at it, but he swiftly moved his body in an one hundred and eighty degrees angle; now showing to her his right side, but never taking his eyes away from hers; as he turned, his right hand started to surround itself slowly in an intensive purple light, again only leaving the Ouroboros' sign intact.

He released his own grip and seemed to have opened his hand in faced up palm, it was difficult to see due to the brightness of the glow, yet it was still recognizable, he stretched the hand in her direction - “Do you feel like dancing tonight?” - His face changed from the sarcasm he was showing before to a great amount of aggressiveness , he then raised his right hand and turned his palm down; in what seemed a gathering of strength he held it up for a short moment, just to release it with a potent fury to the ground as he lowered himself to one knee. As he hit the land, the tremble of a low quake could be felt beneath, then the ground started to quickly raise itself, drawing a cross from the four extreme points, the land rose in the form of sharpened spikes almost seven feet tall that moved towards Quistis in great haste. Dissaor raised his look again and glanced a mischievous glance at her.

[Quistis]

“Then i take heed of your words 'hun'. I just hope for you to keep the pace, I tend to exceed myself during the foreplay” Quistis sensed the sarcasm in Dissaor's voice but nonetheless, she found it sexy. She gave a soft chuckle and replied.

"Dissaor, no man has been strong enough to keep up with me. Show me one and I'll marry him." she said to him in a joking manner, but sometimes she had to admit that she did long for someone to spend the rest of her life with - a fate that would be forever denied to her because of her own 'personal' issues. But this was no time to succumb to some girly fantasy. This was a battle she would be willing to fight 'till the end. She could not even remember the last time she killed someone and her bloodlust just grew in her with every single second.

Dissaor's body was once again surrounded by the eerie light as he moved his body with his right side facing her. He then stretched his hand towards her direction-palm facing the ground. Quistis watched with great anticipation for his next attack. Surely, this would be more powerful than the first one. The light grew brighter as if Dissaor was summoning his strength. A few seconds later he lowered himself to one knee and a thunderous roar came afterwards -his magic shattered the ground and its force dividing the earth beneath them. Huge spikes from the earth rushed towards Quistis. With a quick thought, the wind picked up around her once again as it grew strong enough to lift her from the ground and evade the huge spikes but not enough to escape the small rocks that shot up with the impact from hitting her . If it wasn't from the turbulence that surrounded her body working as a makeshift armor, she would've sustained a serious injury. Without wasting a fraction of a second, she commanded the wind to shoot herself towards Dissaor, her hands outstretched holding the invisible sword as she dove towards him like a cannon aiming her sword towards his heart.