Teh Open Challenge...OF DOOM!

[Psiko]

Miniscule droplets of icy rain pelt Terran's head as he trudges across the desolate wasteland, lost in thought. This used to be his homeland, a place of beauty and peace. Now it is nothing more than a monotonous landscape of rubble and waist-high weeds. As he passes by the location where his house once stood he can't help but long for those carefree days of his childhood and adolescence, when the most important thing on his mind was whether or not he should kiss Riana the next time he would see her. She is dead now, along with all his family and friends. His sole comerade is his old warhorse, Spearhead, but even he is growing lame as of late. Soon, very soon, Death would come to claim him, too. Then he will be free to rejoin those he once loved, to once again feel the spark of happiness that has been absent for many long months.

A light mist begins to form, thickening rapidly as booming thunder echoes somewhere behind Terran. What a perfect night to die. Terran takes a swig from his flask, most of the ale dripping down his chin. Although he is far from being drunk at such an early hour of the night, his usual swagger has developed a bit of a stagger. His leather boot catches on a rather large rock embedded in the ground and he falls on his face, the remnants of his ale seeping out of the flask before he even reacts. He lays there for a few moments to gain his bearing before slowly pulling himself up to a squat. He pauses to rub his chin, the unshaven stubble scratching his palm. The storm grows worse as his mind wanders once again to his childhood love. The fog becomes dense and the rain assails the ground rapidly, but he pays it no mind. His right hand drifts down to the hilt of his dagger, his knuckles turning white as he squeezes the handle.

Death calls to him, encouraging his morbid thoughts.

His heart aches to be with her again.

His reasons to live have expired.

He pulls the dagger from it sheath, pressing the tip against his chest.

His heart beats faster.

His palms become sweaty, his hands begin to shake.

He prepares to welcome the sweet release of death when something catches his eye. Could it be? No, it is impossible. Or is it? The dagger falls from his hands as he rises to his feet, his eyes wide and his face ashen. Riana...still...alive...!?

She glances over her shoulder, her bright red lips forming that special smile she only shared with him. Her blue eyes gaze lovingly at him, watching his every move. Her red hair flows down her shoulders, dancing in the wind as she walks. Without a word she disappears into the fog, leaving Terran stunned and speechless as he stands in the rain. He woodenly shuffles across the terrain, mindlessly following Riana. Periodically he catches a glimpse of her, and every time she looks over her shoulder and smiles at him, encouraging him to continue following her. Neither one of them speaks, yet for the first time in years Terran feels alive, his life has meaning again. A smile crosses his face as a familiar place comes into view, appearing suddenly through the fog. Their special place.

As he walks into the cave a sweet aroma of herbs and smoked fish fills his nostrils. In the distance Riana rounds a corner, heading toward a faint glow. He doesn't grab a torch as he heads deeper into the confines of the cavern, as he knows every inch of this place by memory. He could never become lost, not in here. He knows exactly where she is going. After rounding several corners he comes to an open chamber with a campfire in the center. Along the walls are spears, swords and axes of all shapes and sizes. A large wooden bed is on the west side of the room. Panic fills his mind as Terran looks around the room for his Riana, but she is nowhere to be found. A lone traveler, sitting with their back turned to Terran, is roasting fish over the campfire. Terran angrily extends his arms to each side, each hand grabbing a katana from the wall as he shouts at the stranger:

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY RIANA!?!?!?!?!?"

[Osirus Lancet]

(OOC: Hey how are you im rusty i hope you do not mind)

Fierce winds begin to flow among the trees. A single tear-drop shaped leaf is torn from the tree; the sky starts to get very violent with the occasional flash of lighting. The wind gives the lonely leaf flight soaring through the air.

The cloud become more condensed and darkens more and more by the second. It is soon a midnight black. A single bolt of lighting strikes the free soaring leaf. An ominous cyclone of fire and dark clouds appears. Sparks of lighting circle around the dark vortex. A black boot steps out of the vortex. As the being’s foot touches the grassy floor, the ground becomes Grey and avoidant of life

The being fully emerges from which it came. His black and red jacket seems to drape down to his boots. His hood covers all but Piercing blue eyes that have seen the things that should not be spoken of.

To avoid the harsh weather that he had created the being had found a cave to harbor himself in. He had picked up a torch and walked through this unfamiliar place. He had finally found what seemed to be a comfortable bed to rest on. He had thought quietly to himself how he hadn’t felt the comforts of a bed for many years.

He finds some cooking equipment that had been in this place for many years. He starts a fire and then finds some fish that had been preserved. The fish begins to darken and brown.

A very distinguished sounding voice Suddenly Belts out the words “What have you done with Riana!?!?!?!?!?”

The being looks up from his food and says to the elder man, “Who are you, you seem to be a worthless drunk unworthy of my time.” He then gets up from where he was sitting and faces the man and tells him “Your end shall come soon”.

He stood up and faced this new threat and waited for the oncoming attack.

[Psiko]

Showing little surprise nor fear, the stranger casually rises to his feet, turning to face Terran. Terran pants heavily as a few tears manage to creep down his face, his eyes still frantically scanning the room for his Riana. He sees nothing and, with renewed resolve he charges at the stranger. Before Terran can react the man has a dagger in each hand and skillfully parries each successive blow that Terran attempts to deliver. Deflect. Dodge. Parry. Thrust. Dart. Weave. Slash. The two men battle furiously, neither one making much headway as Terran's weapons are far too large to be effective against the agile daggers, and the katanas are too long for the stranger to safely get in close enough to strike a blow.

In an impressive display of skill Terran twirls, bringing both katanas around to decapitate his opponent, but the man ducks under the attack, countering with a well-timed kick that connects with Terran's hand, causing one katana to fly free from his grip and clatter harmlessly against the stone wall. The man displays his true speed by thrusting a dagger at Terran's ribs, but Terran narrowly avoids the strike by twisting to the side. Realizing that he will get nowhere in such close combat, Terran takes a few strides backward as he pants heavily, trying to regain his breath. Unfortunately he fails to notice the small cot is right behind him and tumbles over it, hitting his head on the hard floor, dazing him momentarily. The stranger charges in to take advantage and all Terran can do is wildly swing his sword, hoping it will be enough to save him from the misfortune fate thrust upon him...

[Osirus Lancet]

Loki feels a sudden adrenilane rush from this, he had not had such a feeling in a long time

the flurry of thrusts and parries had made loki a little winded. he had seen the man had the same feeling. the elder man had fallen over the cot and hit his head on the floor.

loki took this time to his advantage. he had then run rushed toward the man and jumped over the bed. the elderman had swung his sword up.

the blades had ripped through his black shirt , the silk shirt then hung down.

Loki was two seconds from hitting the wall so he put his arms up and covered his head. The wall then crumbled down. the wall had been aged and it was easiler broken.

The white and grey dust soon began to drip off Loki as the rain began to hit it. his hair then went down to cover his head. The lightning then struck giving the moment a more dramatic feel.

" Old man Please Give me the pleasure of knowing the name of the one i shall soon slaughter."


"Terran and where is Riana" Terran said to him

"What are you talking about Old man I do not know of who you speak"

Terran look infuritated but stood his ground.

Loki charged at him and swung one dagger at his torso and another at his head. Terran blocked both by verticly hold his blade.

as the blades collided lightning stuck.

Loki and terran both pushed off each other.

Loki regained his balance and his dagger glew a light white color. the shine on the blade gave off a blinding lite. he drove it into the ground, The light then began to come up through the ground.

the earth the began to split coming right for Terran