Demonia Trial: Jecht Vs Howl Furore

Alexander · 08-28-2007, 04:48 AM

The moon shone brightly and the sea sat playing on the sunlit beach rolling and turning waves of foamy white. From benieth the sand imerged a figure clad in black and around him appeared a circular stadium. Without so much as a word the hooded figure raised his hand and silence fell over the spectators. He lowered the hood that shadowed his face and placed his left index fingure to his throat and as if to a switch from a megafone his voice rang out over the crowd,

"Welcome... Yes, welcome all" he spoke confidently turning on the spot as if adressing every individual person.

"This Demonia match will be a very interesting one indeed, we have two competetors with a similar amount of ability and experiance, Jecht and Howl Furore. They should prove to be most enjoyable, so enjoy".

With that a smile spread across his face and he dissapeared and re-appeared on a ledge high above the stadium. He raised his hands and from benieth soggy moonlit sand and sea rose a lake of elephant grass around which stood a maze of walls.
He clicked the finger of his right hand, his left index still pressed to his throat and a set of spiked pits appeared at random corners at the dead ends the walls were set to change the minute someone turned into it.
Meanwhile in the centre of the elephant grass sat a podeum 9 feet up and 15 feet across each way where stage was to be set.

"Let it commense" yelled Demonia over the roar of the approving crowd.

Silver · 08-30-2007, 03:38 AM

A dark figure ran out on all fours, howling at both the presence of the moon, and the chance to go wild. As Howl jumped acrobatically around to get to the podium in the middle, his skin and gear glinted from the moist environment around him. He grinned. The crowd, his crowd, were going wild again. He’d have to give them something to keep cheering about he figured to himself.

It was lucky his ethereal trench coat was oblivious to all around it though. For if it was solid, he knew it would really be slowing his progress down here. These were the thoughts going through Howl’s mind as he instinctively weaved around walls and at times narrowly missed spiked walls. Howl ran as fast as he could towards the middle of the battleground, dodging a wall which started changing. Just as Howl started to grow impatient, he came to it. Howl somersaulted up to the top of the podium, his all powerful cup glinting through his crimson stained jeans under the moonlight. He pounded his chest through his fabric and metal fibre shirt rather enthusiastically and roared. It was time for the hunt, time to have some fun. It was then that he saw his prey. A smaller green-eyed man with an experienced look about him. It may have been the long vertical scar over the man’s left eye, but something about the man assured Howl that he was prey worth hunting.

Howl grinned at his opponent, his dark hazel eyes glinting slightly red. It was about to begin.

Evangel · 08-30-2007, 01:22 PM

A man clad in chainmail and armor stepped into the light from the opposite side of the arena. The crowd went silent, awaiting something. A moment passed by. Azak looked around, taking in the spectacle. He pulled his lance from it's hold on his back. He thrust it up into the air, the moonlight gleaming off the shining metal lance head. He let out a battle cry and the crowd went crazy.

Azak marched through the maze, taking his time. He formed a strategy within his mind on how he was going to fight this battle. His armor clanged as he moved onward to the main stage. Before he made his way to the podeum, Azak bent down and gathered a handfull of dirt. He rubbed his hands toghether then continued up.

Once there, he was face to face with his opponent. A wild looking man. Unpredictable, he thought. He pointed his lance toward him. "My name is Azak. Remember it, for it is the name of the man who will defeat you this day." He spun his lance aboce his head and thrust the butt into the ground.

Silver · 08-31-2007, 03:04 AM

Howl’s opponent pointed his lance at him.
‘My name is Azak. Remember it, for it is the name of the man who will defeat you this day.’ The man said spinning his lance over his head and thrusting the butt into the ground.

‘Defeat me?’ Howl asked before s******ing. ‘How can you defeat that which you cannot even catch?’
Howl flicked some razor edged cards towards Azak before jumping back into the maze around the podium. As Howl dashed forwards, he punched some slow fuse fireworks into the pliable parts of the maze walls as he ran, purposely making sure his footprints were clearly visible in the ground of sand and elephant grass. As Howl acrobatically jumped over a spiked pit, he hit a wall and rebounded off it to achieve greater height. He used the height to jump over a wall and into the next section of the maze.

As Howl heard the first few fireworks go off, he grinned and continued to place more down. Just to be safe, he also embedded some knives into the soft floor and hid around a corner, making sure the dead end he found himself in was devoid of a pit trap. As the walls starting changing again, he jumped on top of the maze wall.

‘COME AND GET ME!’ Howl roared, making himself completely visible. ‘IF YOU CAN EVEN FIND ME THAT IS!’
Howl laughed, a horrible sound that echoed around the maze. The traps were laid and the hunt was on...

Evangel · 09-03-2007, 06:30 PM

Azak blocked the first couple of projectile cards with his gautlet. The cards made a low "ping" sound as they hit the metal gauntlet and fell to the ground. The last he quickly caught with his free hand. Azak crumpled the card in his hand. "Child's play!"

He jumped down after Howl. He softened his fall by thrusting his halberd into the soft ground and sliding down on the pole. After tearing his weapon out of the ground, Azak squated down to examine a trial of footprints. He determined Howl's direction and headed after him into the maze.

Azak quickly found himself in one of the fool's traps. Fireworks won't do nothing to me! He thought before shielding himself. Azak survived the trap with nothing but some singeing of his red tunic. "Coward!! There shall be NO honor in your defeat!" Azak yelled proudly after he heard Howl's statement.

Azak scraped his left clawed gauntlet on the wall. It let out an ear piercing high pitched sound. He walked through the changing maze slowly. The roar of the audience dying in the distance. "Come out, come out wherever you are! My little... prey." A sadistic side of Azak arose in him, and he was going to enjoy his opponent's defeat.

Silver · 09-04-2007, 03:22 AM

‘Coward!! There shall be NO honor in your defeat!’ Howl’s opponent roared, a seemingly pompous sound which served to get on Howl’s nerves. It was then that Howl’s sense of hearing was further violated. As a loud, high pitched sound echoed around the walls on all sides of him, Howl tried to block his ears with his leather and metal clad hands.

‘I’LL KILL YOU!’ Howl roared, saliva flicking from clenched jaws. ‘STOP MAKING THAT ACCURSED NOISE!’
Howl removed his knives from the soft sand and elephant grass floor and held one between each pair of his fingers. As he gripped them tight with anger, he leapt on top of a maze wall. He had to make that horrible noise stop.

‘Come out, come out wherever you are! My little... prey.’ Azak said, walking slowly through a passage. Howl gazed down at him from where he stood on the wall of the maze. He waited as any predator would, the little voice in his head telling him to stay put for now. The wall of the maze changed ahead of Azak. As he continued to advance slowly through the maze, Howl silently dropped below him. Now Howl just had to wait for a pit to reveal itself. As the pit revealed itself, Howl screamed in the revel of the kill and threw the knives towards Azak.

Howl jumped back onto the wall again rather rapidly and kept his eyes steady, just in case his trap would fail. He was ready to dart forwards again if needed. He would not underestimate the violator of his ears, the oppressor of the voices in his head.

Evangel · 09-09-2007, 08:04 PM

Azak spun around on his heel. Too late. A knive slid past his face, cutting a horizontal line across his face. Blood oozed out. Another knive became lodged in his thigh. Azak gasped in pain. He was lucky though, the knive landed where chainmail covered his thigh, and only suck in a few centimeters. The attack casued him to stumble backward into the pit. Azak saved himself by thrusting his halberd into one of the spikes.

A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face. Only inches from his chest was another spike. Any fault would end him. It took all his strength to keep himself up. He could see his enemy out of the corner of his eye. It looks like I'm done for... He thought. An image came to his mind, it was of him, standing on the large pedestal, halberd held high, metal gleaming in the sun. He had renewed resolve.

Azak pushed himself off of the spike and threw his halberd at Howl with all his might. He let out a battle cry that sent the crowd into and uproar.

Silver · 09-10-2007, 05:21 AM

As Azak stumbled backwards into the pit along with several of Howl’s knives, Howl watched intently, eagerness evident in the parts of his eyes the moonlight reflected off.
It was only when Howl saw Azak saw himself from the spikes in the pit that Howl rushed forwards. As Howl dived for Azak, Azak pushed himself out of the pit with the use of his halberd and brought it to meet him.

Howl was knocked back, blood dripping from a long gash in his chest. As the glittery white of his shirt turned red, Howl’s eyes rolled back into his head. He felt himself give into the beast inside him. As Howl’s brain pan reduced in size, he screamed in pain and also in the ecstasy that he knew he’d feel as the beast. As his clothes started to shred and fur erupted out of his skin, Howl performed his namesake. He tilted his head back and howled directly at the full moon.

Howl stood for a few moments letting his wound clot a bit to stop it from bleeding freely. Even as a beast, Howl’s instincts led him to know he’d have to watch taking further hits to his chest, regardless of the thickness of his bestial skin.

He glared back at his opponent, bloodlust and chaotic insanity clearly evident in his bestial eyes. As Howl flicked his fingers apart revealing serrated claws he grinned a sadistic grin with his razor sharp teeth fully exposed. Howl rushed at Azak again, this time with the clear intent of either ripping his face off or crushing his head between his jaws.

Evangel · 09-13-2007, 03:06 PM

Azak was stunned by the transformation. Although, his stoic facade didn't show it. A moment had passed when he realized he was in severe danger now. If he didn't move, he would meet an untimely death. Azak's legs wouldn't move for some reason. Was it the knife? He thought. Did the fool poison it? No. I am immobilized by my own fear. I WILL win! I must. He moved into a defensive stance. One in which will allow him to evade if needed. The beast lunged at him. Azak barely dodged him.

He traversed the maze. Azak made perfectly sure that his opponent could follow. He had a stroke of genius. Azak made his way toward the center of the arena, where the pedestal is. If he was going to win(or die), he'd want the audience to witness it. He was fatigued, and knew he couldn't go much longer. He climbed up to the top and found himself bombarded by the noise of the crowd cheering. He soaked it in, deep within his heart. Azak got in, yet again, a defensive stance, designed to counterattack when necesary.

"I've found... my resolve."

Silver · 09-15-2007, 03:22 AM

Howl jumped at Azak with extraordinary speed, but unexpectedly Azak dodged his charge. As Azak tore off down the maze, Howl followed him running on all fours, a river of saliva freely flowing from his snarling bestial mouth down his wide furry chin.

As Howl weaved his way towards Azak along the moist elephant grass and sand covered floor, he noticed they were going back towards the centre stage. Howl grinned when he saw Azak start climbing to the top. Howl darted quickly towards the opposing part of the podium and somersaulted up, his legs half folding as he landed on the stage a little too enthusiastically.

As Howl stood on the stage regarding Azak through narrowed eyes, he semi-consciously realised that the crowd behind him were cheering. As a beast he could not appreciate it as much as he would have normally, but something about the roars of the crowd gave him a new source of excitement. The beast knew they wanted something, and he knew they were on his side. They wanted what he did. Blood.

As Howl furrowed his eyes once more in concentration, his opponent spoke.
‘I've found... my resolve.’ were Azak’s words.
Howl charged once more, a cry of fury on his lips and a thirst for blood in his heart. As Howl’s blood covered chest shone a glossy scarlet in the moonlight, he brought himself to meet Azak, knowing full well he’d have to rely on his instincts to get around Azak’s long reaching halberd. Howl feinted left, jumped up and launched his weighty body down towards Azak, his teeth and claws glistening cruelly.

Evangel · 09-18-2007, 03:24 PM

Azak dropped his halberd on his foot. Howl tackled him at full force. Azak managed to grab onto Howl's fur near his shoulders, like one would grab ont another's shirt to throw him. Azak fell onto his back, digging his foot into Howl's abdomen. Saliva from Howl's maw drooled onto Azak's breastplate. With the last of his strength, Azak threw Howl of of the pedestal onto the ground below. He heard a roar fade away as the beast fell. Then he heard a thud. He knew Howl wasn't killed, no that wasn't enough to kill him.

Azak lifted his halberd that was rested on his foot up to his hand. He took it, then rolled onto his belly. He prone-crawled to the edge. He saw Howl on the ground, still somewhat stunned from the counter measure. Azak lifted his halberd as hard as he could then weakily threw it. The axe head glimmered in the moonlight as it fell. If Azak didn't kill Howl now, or at least wound him so he couldn't fight anymore, he will most definately die here.

Holy Priest · 11-16-2007, 07:22 PM

Just then glitter of white orbs appear around Azak. The young and beautiful priestess-Nico- stood garcefully under the shine of the moonlight. She casted Cure on Azak to cure his wound and in the meantime waiting for Howl's next move. She doubted that Azak had wounded him but she was sure that he's definately going to kill the both of them if she can't heal Azak before Howl's next move. So, she chanted a spell...

"Ancient light, rise and revive!"

White orbs appear around both Azak and Nico. Slowly those orbs formed themsleves into transparent white wall around them. This time, the wall could protect them from Howl's attack but she's got to be quick before they faded off.

Silver · 11-16-2007, 07:29 PM

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Originally Posted by Holy Priest

Just then glitter of white orbs appear around Azak. The young and beautiful priestess-Nico- stood garcefully under the shine of the moonlight. She casted Cure on Azak to cure his wound and in the meantime waiting for Howl's next move. She doubted that Azak had wounded him but she was sure that he's definately going to kill the both of them if she can't heal Azak before Howl's next move. So, she chanted a spell...

"Ancient light, rise and revive!"

White orbs appear around both Azak and Nico. Slowly those orbs formed themsleves into transparent white wall around them. This time, the wall could protect them from Howl's attack but she's got to be quick before they faded off.

OOC: Um, dude... This RPB between me and Jecht died with Demonia... It was a two person Role Play Battle...
I guess it ended up like a practice...

It's over...

**LocoColt04** · 11-16-2007, 10:14 PM

I should be issuing a warning for posting in someone else's battle, which is against the rules here in the RPB forum; however, since it's a dead topic and you're obviously new, I'll let it go.

Topic closed to prevent further OOC posting.