My First Fight

[Grizzly]

(OOC: As the title suggest I am here to fight someone. Of course, it has been some time since I have fought so I would like to pat the rust off. However, I am looking for an opponent that is a good-guy type. Or someone of the light. I wish to do my club some good by showing them what I can do with the dark power within me. So let's get it on!)


The burning flames of what looked like hell rushed through the village catching fire to each roof until the entire town was covered in a orange haze of screams and burning flesh. They had no idea what hit them when one man had entered earlier in the day and as the sun set he had begun a brawl inside the local tavern, killing five men and wounding many others. He did not stop from there though. No, he walked from the tavern and lit a torch, throwing it onto a hut and since the wind was rather strong it began to move along-side the houses until every single house was drowned in the depths of the flames. Many of the villagers men ran out to attack the man, but few ever came close to even striking him. A path of bodies laid behind him as he walked throughout the town at a slow pace he did not mind the heat was rather strong even for him.

Minutes later four men surrounded him, two breathing hard as they had been wounded earlier, each man held a weapon. "Only a monster would do such a thing! You have killed my wife and even if it means my life I will throw you back into hell where you came from." One of the men said, raising his axe above his head. "Monster?" He questioned back. "So many humans use that word. Though it is so contradicting when a human kills a mother and child and calls himself a rebel because he did something no one else can, well to his words." He then said, taking a few steps back to center himself inside the circle of four men. Two men carried swords as the other two held an axe while the other had a mace. "Humans are the greatest hypocrites of all and if anything you should be exterminated. I would gladly do it too." One of the men twitched and slid his foot forward. "Come now, I am tired of your rants." He then teased, the first man with the axe and one of the swordsman coming at him at the same time.

They almost struck at the same time, but before their arms even came to swing downwards as they both did this stranger quickly jumped backwards using the force from the axe character against him and by using both hands swung it upwards out of the man's hands and through a spin cutting up the man's chin. He did not stop from there as he swung at a dent into the swordsman's sword and with one blow cracked it, thrusting the head tip point of the axe into his neck. The other two men had began their own attack at this point.

The swordsman was a boy, small but fast coming in to stab at the stranger's chest yet missing by an inch as the sword missed his underarm, but at this point the stranger quickly ran forward and grabbed the boy by the throat, picking him up with a strong momentum and swinging him around as to the last warrior had swung his mace, it hitting the boy in the head instead of the stranger's and a snap occurred. He quickly released the boy the move past the swinging mace and then weaved under the next swing to the warriors right and came right up to the man's face with a slamming punch into his throat. A crack was heard this time as all movement from the human stopped and blood dripped from his lips, he falling over before the stranger moved out of his way. However, he gave no smile of satisfaction to killing these humans, but instead turned and walked out from the burning town, walking up a hill until he found a large rock and turned to look back, watching the flames reign upon the village.

[Anomaly]

OOC - Well I'm glad you accepted. I hope I don't disappoint.

"Well, you've certainly been busy."

The voice drifts down from the rock. Indifference rings throughout each word carried by the wind. Yet it still seems to cut through the roar of flame and wails of dying and slain like a trickle of ice water down the spine. Sitting at ease on the rock is a man with short white hair, longer forelocks sweeping across his face harshly illuminated by the flames.

His attire is somewhat somber. A black chainlink trench coat over pale bare chest...dark pants and heavy, nail spiked, black boots. His left arm, bound in a silver gauntlet, rests at his side. The hand of his other arm fingers a silver ankh with the touch of his black talons. This hangs from a silver chain slung around his muscular neck.

His expresion changes slightly as he looks down at the young looking man before him. Anomaly's black lips pull into a tight smile and his eyes shine like twin stars floating in an endless void (as indeed, they are). For a moment, the ankh inscribed in his forehead shines as well, but that fades like the a dying breath of wind.

"You seem to have had enough of a warm up my young immortal. Care to test yourself against a similar Anomaly?"

With that he stands, a pair of beautiful raven black wings spreading wide on his back. there is a dull, almost synthetic growl as from between those wings he unsheaths a beautiful kris blade sword. A crimson aura engulfs the blade, and the Anomalists smile spreads wide to unveil the maw of a beast. He steps down from the rock and glides gently to the earth. The flames paint him the color of a devil, and indeed he resembles the arch fiend as his cloaks swirl about him and he hefts his massive blade.

"Of course if you've worn yourself out, I'll understand."

[Grizzly]

The stranger stared at the man as he spoke, this new character with a great pair of black reaching greatly from side to side and floating to the ground before him with a look of interest even if hidden. For a moment he simply stared at him, not a flinch coming to his body as the sword was drawn and it's design rather intriguing to him as his deep ruby eyes looked up from the tip of his blade to the facial expression of this newcomer. "I highly doubt my body has been worn from the simple minded humans that I have killed. Though I do not usually partake in fights such as these as I have no ill will against something greater than a human." He responded, rather observing this possible opponent he may have, but not moving from where he stood in retreat.

"If you were to hold a grudge against me for killing these humans then I would probably think you are quite crazy. Though what is your purpose in seeking a man such as myself?" He then asked, he positioning himself with his left shoulder forward and his right hand holding the handle of his sword which laid upon his back waiting to be drawn. For his own beliefs he never struck first, standing in great caution to what this angel or demon may bring.

[Anomaly]

"In seeking a man like you? Oh, nothing at the moment. Really anyone would do. It rarely matters WHO'S blood is spilt for the foundation so long as the blood is spilt. However..."

A glint of light moves along the Blood Reaver blade like the finger of a contemplative god. Another light slowly crackles from the Anomalists boots to the ground...black with a purplish hue. A few mites of dust rise from the ground as the Anomaly steps closer.

"It's sad that you regard humans as so inferior. Even sadder when it is considered that they are the pinnicle of creation. The whole matter of existance is most depressing. I suppose you could say that its because of this I seek something ot break up the monotony. After all...whats the sense in squashing bugs when your powers were meant to slaughter nations?"

An explosion of ash and wind rises into the sky as the Anomalist flashes forward. Using his wings and a small anti-Gravity spell to give him a boost, he flys through the air, his sword tracing a beautiful crimson arch. The blade comes down, quick as lightning, aimed right for his friendly opponents face.

[Grizzly]

"Humans know nothing of life and only use it to gain power for themselves. I do not hate them all, but they not deserve the things they attain. Though I see you love to battle, yes? Well that some times is enough reason to fight as long as innocence is kept out of it. I am not a barbarian." He replied, watching this new being bring strange light from his blade and yet also his feet, his thoughts knowing he was about to strike...but not from the ground.

For a moment he stood there waiting, but finally with a great strong burst of power coming from his new opponent a strong rush blew past him as his eyes gently motioned watching this warrior as if in slow motion, a slightly glow rising from the tints of his ruby eyes. Nearly in an instant a shadow appears over the front of this stranger's body and he pulled out his long daisho to greet this blade, but only for a second. At the same time the blades met it seemed as the stranger broke free of a shell from the shadow moving at great speed of a front step lunge of his right foot and lifted himself into the air, however he had only evaded the attack in a certain manner, jumping over the two blades to thrust a heel to chin kick from left to right while his blade runs along his opponents as protection of a strike, falling to the ground to land on both feet with his sword positioned as his right hand held the upper handle and his left center palm holding the end of the handle.

[Anomaly]

The exchange of blades leaves a trailing spark as might be expected to be seen leaping through the primordial soup just before 'life' decided to take a chance. As the stranger lashes out with his foot, the Anomalists gauntlet bound left arm comes up and intercepts the blow. It might've been a crushing one, were it not for the strong metal of his gauntlet. The Anomalist, none the less, follows through with his errent blow before coming to a sharp halt before the flaming town.

Now, silihoutted before the flames he looks even more the fiend with black wings outstreatched. He turns to look over his shoulder, eyes smouldering with boiling darkness. He still smiles, sword at his side.

"Power and the aquisition there of is not an un-noble pursuit. We only ever deserve what we get...this is something I learned the hard way long ago. As for innocense..."

He turns back to the flames and gazes deep into them. The flames seem to leap under his gaze, forming horrible, diabolical images. A crackling of flame as dark as night leaps all about his robes as sparks of darkness reach out through the ground and wreath the flames with their touch. The Anomalist speaks without turning ot face his enemy.

"All innocense was burned away long, long ago."

He leaps into the flames with the same speed with which he attacked his enemy, and is lost amid that swirling maelstrom of riotus immolation. For a moment there is not a sound, and it seems that the black winged angel has given his life over to the pyre. Then something begins to shift and whine within the flames. They die down, slowly, then seem to build to an alarming degree at one point in the heart of the town. That point swells like a minature sunrise. Without warning it begins to lash about like a comet, a snakes tail trailing behind.

Sheathed in flame, a pair of eyes burning not with malice, but with pure lust for pain lock upon those of the stranger. Though wreathing himself in a gravitational barrier, the heat of the flames still reach the Anomalist, and are only barely cut down by the Holy Shadows ability to absourb light energy. As such, it is with a mixture of pain and killing instinct that drives the Anomalist to such break neck speeds as he hurtles on, a tidal wave of flame building in his wake.

His body breaks away from the flame as his speed increases, but he keeps on a dead set pathway...a collision course with the stranger. The flames the stranger himself had ignited become Anomaly's weapon of choice now, as manipulated by gravity they follow like errant children of some lost nether region. Leaping and roaring the flaming wall comes on as the Anomalist stops just before the stranger, blood drinking blade at the ready.

"Lets see what else can be burned away and purged, shall we?"

His image is engulfed by the on rushing wall of flame, but if clear he plans to attack, even while in the midst of that rolling fire storm. He makes a horizontal slice at his enemy, but doesn't stop there, charging forward with the flame to deliver a storm within the storm...a hail storm of blows and a rain of blades.

[Grizzly]

"I never said that attaining power and such was an evil act, but it's how you attain it that makes it worth what you do. You're actions speak louder than your words." The stranger replied, watching his opponent closely as he turned his back towards the burning village. "And that I could believe." He said giving a surprised look as this strange character jumped into the flames like a mad-man, but without a thought he knew this was not his end. More caution made the stranger's knees bent slightly and then spreading his feet slightly wider apart from the force and staring back as this new appearance his opponent has been given. Though just a moment before his enemy burst into flight towards himself a strong force pulsed into the ground breaking the rock up around him as he let out a strong yell of power.

His sword began to vibrate as if an energy was building inside it and he slowly shifted it's position to point directly at his enemy. At the moment of the strongest climb in power a burst of what seemed to be dark flames, but rather an auroma shot from the symbols embedded into the sword and reached out in the form of a skeleton bodied demon with the head of a satanic beast. It lunged itself with both arms and almost at the moment of impact a scream came from the stranger, "Orbis Inreto!" The demonic looking creature then exploded into a larger cloud of smoke but as strange as it seemed the smoke formed a sphere completely around his opponent. Since his enemy was not upon the ground it entrapped him completely, however it's purpose was not to cause pain. Instead with the lack of oxygen the flames in control by his opponent would die out like putting a cup over a candle.

Finally within a few feet of his attack the spell wore off quickly which had most likely killed most or all of the flames, the stranger then giving his counter attack. A moment before his opponents strike came he gave a clockwise spin forward and opened his left hand to reveal two clear marble objects and throwing them in two directions. From there within the spin his hand holding the sword had gave a powerful thrust to his opponenet's right rib, yet at the same time a strong glow from his eyes burst and the two marbles quickly took shape. One was thrown out to his side since his back was towards his opponent and immediately turned into a half-inch thick piece of crstal to his side, acting as a shield as the sword struck this armor and slightly gave it a crack, however since it was a more straight sword it's strength of the blow would be dropped at least 80% the moment of sparking impact was near the guard of the blade.

The other crystal did almost the same thing, however as it molded itself into a more of a block-state it shot out many three inch spikes, aimed for his opponents left side of his face.

(OOC: By god am I enjoying this fight! It has been three long years anyone has made me actually have to try. I love the style you have as well, you are indeed well experienced. This should last a long while.)

[Anomaly]

(OOC - I'm glad you enjoy. It's been awhile since anyones had the guts to fight me where I come from.)

Tendrils of smoke rolling off of his feathers, the mutilating angel roared on, speed unchecked by the suffocating darkness. The wall of flames, cut off from his gravitational influence, stop their forward motion and instead spreads its embrace to encompass the field and forest that formally cradled the village. The fire begins to spread, hungrily eating up the land, but not as quickly as the Anomalist covers the ground between him and the swordsman so very near his smouldering eyes.

The exchange took fully little more than ten seconds, so much of it was lost to the eye, but it passed as follows. The Reaver flashed as its double edged crimson tongue blazed in a succesion of powerful strokes. Each met with a ringing of crystal, blade, or armor that sent up bluish sparks. Without warning, the other crystaline object fires a shower of spikes. Anomaly, with little time to react, moves his head just enough that only the first three spikes rip open the left side of his face. With a swirl of his scarlet blade, the rest are sent richoching in various directions.

Anomaly flips easily backwards, pushing off the first crystaline shield and rises into the air. Oddly, what remains of the spikes follow after him. Black energy crackles all around the Anomalist and the spikes begin to orbit around him as he looks down at the stranger. Blood streams down his left cheek. A thick black tongue slides out between rows of fangs and laps at the wounds.

"Not bad!"

He passes the Blood Reaver over the wounds, and the blood flows into the hungry blade. Slowly, the wounds heal over, not even leaving scars. Still, this enemy had managed to cause him pain. That was worth a reward. He levels his left hand, metal fingers outstreached, and the light in his eyes begins to blaze. Something akin to the ghost of a halo forms above his head as the field of gravitational energy around his body begins to compress around his left hand. A crimson jewel, fashioned after an eye, opens its lid in the palm of his gauntleted hand.

Focusing and compressing the gravity around it, a single spark of darkness blumes and swells before the Eye of Kalibas. The stuff of the crystal shield is swallowed up and lost to that growing orb of nothingness. The Demi spell swells until its roughly half the size of the Anomalist. Gazing down upon the stranger, Anomaly merely smiles. To an outsider, it may've looked as though an inverted angel was passing judgement upon the soul of a sinful being in the very depths of a flame choked Hell. Indeed, they may not have been too far from the truth.

"What other tricks do you have?"

The halo above the Astromancers head surges into a black shadow existance, engulfed in black lightning. The Demi spell suddenly explodes into a Demi-5 Maelstrom class spell. Rather than a tight knit black orb it spreads into a cloud like mass of crackling gravitational energy. As it grows in size it grows in speed as well, growing forward to devour the stranger, crystals, flesh, and all.

[Grizzly]

(OOC: I could say the samething. On gaia and both other small sites not only do people say, "Oh shit! Why did he come in here?! Now this fights gonna blow.", but just a little over three years I have not been defeated in one fight. I have tied once, but that was against two excellent warriors and it just got out of whack cause I couldn't RP straight . Anyway, I have the guts to fight anyone...but for once I can fight someone like you without the trash talking, accusations, or cockiness some people just love to give. As I said, this will be a good long fight.)


As the stranger stood his ground for a second time he watched as this creature healed the simple wounds and for a moment he could see a bit of acceptance in his opponent's eyes, but it was only for a second. He had not moved during his last counter-attack and even though his enemy was farther in distance slightly he quickly turned his front to face him and take a few more steps back before letting in enough distance. Though as he stood there with his blade once again pointed upwards he looked down at many broken shards of crystal and then back up at his opponent. "I must definitely applaud you for only getting a scratch out of that, indeed you are worthy of this fight even though it has no reason." He said with a cracked smile which faded as the gauntlent created a orb within his opponent's hand and began to form quickly.

His look was deep though his eyes moving checking out every detail as if locking onto a target. Though when the explosion hit he jumped back in instinct only to find himself standing in front of a great cloud of darkness for which he immediately understood it's touch was as deadly as it's power. It grew quickly though and he wasn't sure how much time he had to escape it. He then took out another marble and with a quick thought turned it into a large shield looking piece and quite thin, a form that didn't use up much power at all. It looked rather basic though, five feet long and it's face tips curled inwards. He then stabbed his sword into the ground behind himself and used one hand to hold the crystal. "Speculum Barathrum!" And from there the sword began to vibrate along with the crystal, as if using both energies to form together and he began to spin it clockwise towards the great cloud of destruction.

The crystal let out a great beam of light that was quite blinding and using the motion of the spinning it began to act as a vacuum it began to suck up the clouds. But even though the stranger knew these cloud's were no simple matter the spell he had used seemed to draw in the rest of the clouds until every bit of the gravitational magic was sucked up and as it ended the shield dimmed back to it's original state. However, he did not speak of how this was possible as he stood up completely to look up at his opponent as the area had been cleared of this deadly spell. He did not speak though, lowering his shield and grabbed his sword from behind and standing completely forward now. "You also have quite the nice tricks. Even had me shaking just slightly. But I cannot allow that to happen again." He finally spoke.

The shield began to form smaller until it was near the size of the shield he had created earlier and from there it clamped onto the stranger's ribs. He finally outstretched his free hand and had began to close his fingers constantly, up and down like a claw. In fact it looked like he was playing a whistle, he finally stopping and making a grip to pop his entire hand. He stared deeply into his opponent's eyes wide with depth as he pulled his sword over his head, except as if about to stab something. "Speculum Discerpo!" He screamed out and gave a strong thrust downwards into the shield, but just before he did so the cyrstal gave a violet light and from the other side the sword did not seem to go through. Instead, this was apart of his plan he was forming during the suction of the clouds.

Five mirror-like crystals were placed around his opponent's body close enough and out of sight, for which he had slowly floated inch by inch closer while keeping his enemies attention upon what he was doing. One mirror was near the right black wing at the shoulder, another was placed to the center of his back, another at the inner soft tissue of his enemies left arm, another slightly above his head towards the back, and the last one was placed near his opponent's belly, but a bit farther so once this spell completely he would notice for all five crystal mirrors had turned violet and threw out what seemed to be his own sword, as if divided through other dimensions but thrown back into the same reality to attack in those five places at the same time.

(OOC: Just so you know I had done the same thing with your clouds, but with a different dimension ^_^. )

[Anomaly]

OOC - (Dimensional shifting. Didn't notice that in the profile, but then I'm not familiar with the precise proprties of your crystals. Not bad, been awhile since I've taken on someone with that ability that had any sense of how to utilize it. Gaia...not GoGaia perchance? That place was far too confusing...)

After the spell had passed away, the Anomalist wasn't exactly suprised. The Eye of Kalibas other talent was something akin to true sight. The spell was gone, so be it. He rallyed himself for what he imagined would be a counter assault of similar proportions. Without warning the Eye of Kalibas goes insane, darting back and forth from five different directions at once. The warning comes too late as the Strangers blade bites through the dimensions.

With blinding speed the Blood Reaver hefts itself to intercept the blow aimed for the head. At the same time the metal of the Gauntlet of Kalibas itself seems to shift, blocking the blow aimed for the left arm. The Holy Shadow armor takes care of the strikes aimed for the belly and the back, though the force of those blows is still enough to cause bruising beneath the woven chainlinks. It is a remarkable defense...pity it was unable to block the blow aimed at the base of the right wing. Blood spurts out from the joint along with a small burst of black feathers. For the first time in this match a grimace of pain crosses the Anomalists face.

No sooner does the attack finish than a wave of gravitational energy lashes out from the Anomalists body. Each crystal mirror is encased in a blackhole that fades and collapses into nothingness. The Astromancer turns to face his opponent and looks upon him with something between respect and hatred.

"I think this fight just got a reason. Time to raise the bar I think."

Though one wing now hung limply, the Anomalist had no trouble rising higher in the air. As he did, the ankh upon his forehead begins to glow. Small blackholes open all around his body as he rises, crackling black electricity screaming from one orb to another. Caught in something like a trance Anomaly wraps his arms around himself and closes his eyes, allowing his body to overflow with gravitational energy.

Rising from the ankh upon his forehead, ten small sparks of light flicker and rotate. The Astromancer spreads his arms again and thousands of gravity laced tendrils of darkness strike down in the conflageration of a village below. Peices of house, corpses, and burning earth rise in huge hunks and begin to orbit the Anomalist. At the same time the ten sparks burst into massive Holy Orbs that grow in power to an incredible extent around his forehead. Just as it seems the whole of it is about to reach critical mass darkness engulfs the Astromancer and he is gone.

The orientation of the orbit quickly shifts to the Strangers position. Caught now in the center of a swirling world of flame and dancing holy lights, it may be difficult to register the slight pall of glowing gravitational energy that flickers around his body. Ten black holes open at once, each positioned next to a limb and one right in front of the Strangers face. As if this is some unspoken signal, all the rest of the orbiting destruction crashes in at once.

The Ten Holy Orb spell is a body tracker and thus has the best chance to strike. The chunks of burning village, gravitationally manipulated, are more to bar a chance of escape than anything, but roasting flesh is still an option. The ten blackholes themselves offer the most personal pain...from three flash flames of boiling darkness, from three burst pillars of holy light, from three explode bolts of gravitational lightning that are capable of crushing muscle and bone. From the one right before the Strangers face emerges the Anomalists blood drinking blade, aimed to take the Strangers sight, if not his head.
OOC - (I'm no dimensional manipulator, but wormholes are another matter.)

[Grizzly]

(OOC: Crystals are greatly known for their magical strength. Not only such, but any mirror-like object that reflects like can create a portal to another dimension. So I used that mirror fact to infuse it with the magical ability of the crystals. And gogaia is the same as gaiaonline, gogaia was the first version of it. And oh man is this really making me tremble with excitement. I only remember one warrior using such techniques though, but he utilized time. Good fight this is indeed.)

The stranger quickly pulled the blade from the crystal shield wrapped around his ribs at the sound of pain and knew he had been successful in causing some pain. Though he did not give a smirk or chuckle as he became a worldless statue staring up at his enemy. The sound of anger and hatred in which he could feel from the roaring opponent cautioned him. When he spoke though for once Griffith did not reply. He stood there putting his sword back into it's sheathe and stood up straight awaiting for what was going to happen next. He knew though whatever it was, it was something that was going to be much greater than anything that has been dished out at himself before. However, he was more prepared than suspected since before he had been waiting for the attacks, now he had a strategy in mind considering most attacks from his opponent have been both long range and short range.

Quickly during the moment of the debri surrounding his opponent the crystal shield upon his ribs broke off and took a different shape, Griffith jumping with both legs slightly as the crystal took a very stretched shape into an oval shield around his entire body. And as the debri of flames, orbs, and immediate wormholes arrive near him a small hole opens in the back of the oval shaped crystal egg. "Speculum Barathrum!" He yelled once more and the sword acted instantly, creating an outside barrier of the blinding light around the oval, but not before the hole in the back closed. From there he yelled almost soundlessly, "Speculum Mutatio!" And the insides of the large oval shield spring with light on the inside, except it was green. From there it began to shrink until the oval turned into the size of the small marble and quickly floated away from the great maelstorm of debri until it flew high into the sky.

From there it began to take shape again into the oval shield as the green light inside faded and so did the white light on the outside and then forming into a round-shaped plate with teeth spikes curving in a counter-clockwise position. There stood Griffith looking down upon the great hurricane of destruction. But, he did not finish this transfiguration. From there the neck-collar of his upper-suit quickly formed up and around his head, his hair being pulled up into a high ponytail and a crystal helmet forming. It's shape was almost perfect with his entire head, except a few differences. Three small holes lined perfectly with his lips and two under his nose, the crystal shaped nose sharper. He had also grown two spike ears pointed backwards upon his head along with a third spike that went around his ponytail and from there he floated upon the crystal shield.

One problem though was the fact he could not see his opponent now, though the crystal antenna's on his head was vibrating as to sensing he was still here and that is w