TOA Round 3: Cloaked Gambler VS Spike

[psychosyd]

Alright, we only have 16 fighters left... and what a show it has been so far... lets continue to keep this thing going with a bang!

1. NO SIGNITURES!

2. No God Mods... you know the basics, "possesing characters", godlike abilities, cheapo moves, power dodging or Didging killing opponents stuff like that.

NOTE: The small time taking over, for like adding to battle posts are legal, as long as you dont hurt them or whatnot

3. 2 ways to win- Killing your opponent hte legal, way, getting them to accept the win, when you have bested them, or by a judges decision. ACCEPT it... if you have a problem with there decision, then PM me....

4. Judges will post who won, and a short paragraph on why they believe that person won

5. Round 3 starts on Sunday September 22... and will run till saturday the 28th

Round 4 starts that following sunday

So each tournament round lasts a week, you will have that much time to defeat your opponent. Topics will be closed on Saturday night, or sunday morning... if possible, and the next round will start. This tournament will be done in 6 weeks.

YOu may begin anytime

[Shan'do Spike]

Lex sat in the back room of the arena again. His hand reached for his blade. His eyes burned with fire. He had lost all control. The blade was perpetually hungry. Every death was just another billboard on the road of its immitigable need for human blood. The thirst for blood consumed him; his only thoughts were on how better to serve his master. Sleep and rest were merely distant memories. Then, as soon as the urge had come, it disappeared. The sword decided not to take the blood of its servant. Its servant was still useful enough to take blood from others; why waste that ability?

He heard the crowd cheering from the oncoming battle. Suddenly, he froze. Where had he heard that sound before—the cheering crowds, the mob-like masses? Then he remembered it all—the pain, the death, the destruction…the glory.

Lex was being led slowly through a long, stone hallway. His hands were in manacles. Behind him, three Elven guards were holding longswords at arm’s distance. They would randomly prod his back and shout, “Move faster!” In front of him, there were also three guards, just to prevent a possible escape. The group reached the end of the hall and walked up a stone spiral staircase. As they walked by, Lex noticed several torches lighting the staircase. Reaching the top of the stairs, the guards shoved Lex into a small cage on the west side of the room. Dispersed throughout the room were other cages containing what used to be prisoners. Instead, only bones filled their insides. Two guards were left to guard the cages against any “accidents”. The other four proceeded to walk up another set of stairs and off elsewhere in the castle.

Lex lived inside the cage for three days without food or water. As his body slowly began to succumb to the hunger and thirst, he began to go insane. Visions appeared, speakers long dead began to talk. Flash Saint Paul began to appear, preaching the word of Christ. Flash Mithra appeared, sacrificing his flesh for a world devoid of sin. Flash There was Job, perpetually patient and perpetually suffering. Suddenly, a man encased with a brilliant aura of white light began to walk his way. The holy light of the aura nearly blinded Lex. He shielded his eyes as the man, no….it had to be an illusion, began to walk his way. It spoke to him and said, “Lex, you have been summoned by the king! Henceforth!”

The man unlocked the cage and let Lex out. He forced the weakened Lex up another spiral staircase. They climbed about four more staircases before they finished their journey. There, they found the king. Sitting next to him on the floor was the blade.

The king began to speak. He said, “Lex, the crimes that you have committed against not only the Elven kingdom but against all of humanity merit your death 200 times over. So, I must inform you that you are to be executed tomorrow at dawn, official as soon as I sign this paper with my ring.” The king grabbed a candle and lit it. He held it over the paper and let the wax drip down. Then, he took his signet ring and began to press it down. However, the king was unable to sign the paper. Lex looked at the blade lying next to the king on the floor. So its corrupting nature had begun to work on the king as well. Lex gave a nasty grin and a cold, evil laugh. “I…cannot sign this paper. My master dictates that I must let you go, and so, I shall. Take the blade.”

The man in the room began to protest, claiming that to release such a horrid prisoner would truly destroy the kingdom. The king silenced the man. Then, handing the blade to Lex, he left him free to go. Lex smiled and thought, “There is no need to kill them. Their time will come later.”

He left the castle easily and was shocked at the spectacle outside. There was a mob of people waiting. They were screaming things such as “Kill the demon!” and “Protect our families!” However, one of them set her eyes upon Lex and began to scream. The whole crowd seemed to get a horrible shiver as Lex sat, staring with an evil grin upon his face. Then, he began to laugh. A cold laugh touched the heart of every person in attendance that day. The mob was frightened. The people cowered together.

A man informing him on the start of the round broke Lex’s focus. Somewhat annoyed at the disturbance, although secretly lauding the man for reminding him to go, Lex walked slowly out into the arena. The people were cheering, eager as ever for a good match. He looked up at the pale blue sky above the arena. Kicking the dirt, he wondered where his opponent was. He removed the blade from its sheath and began to prepare for another kill.

Reztes was running at full speed, like Anger herself would if she could escape from her icy prison. His eyes continuously met his enemy's, but his mind was trying to avoid that sight...

Then, a jump, which lasted the moment of a broken breath.

His heart.

The crowd.

A lone cloud...

After a few seconds,all exploded in crimson, with the Tainted Angel bathing in the enemy's blood in a macabre way... Reztes closed his eyes... the opponent was lying in a grotesque position, which showed all the inhumanity of Death. The Kindred made two steps away from the corpse... then, his mouth, like she was living on her own, let out a scream... it was so loud that Reztes found himself helpless in that whirlwind of pain... he was falling deeper down an endless pit he dug with his own hands...

"That nightmare.. again..."

Reztes woke up sweating, like he was sleeping in a bed of thorns...

"It's almost evening... time to go."

The Kindred was hiding in the darkness of the Arena's door as usual. He liked to study his opponent, his face, as it was like stealing his thought. He watched deep into that man's visage, hiding his own in the black cloak.

"I can see Evil... Corruption... a spirit bound to maim... These things make my blood boil..."

Reztes took some bullets from his mantle, and pushed them into the Ulysses. They were all white, with a red cross on their side... he was still thinking about his new opponent...

"He is tied to his fate. Like me. But I turned my chains in a rebellion against the destiny Cain left to our Kind. He just turned his chains into a weapon to strenghten his Dark Mistress.

But I well know her, and she told me that tonight, she will fail him".

The Kindred made some steps forward, towards the warrior who just sat down in the middle of the Arena. His armour shined from the last rays of dusk. Then, he said, in a calm voice:

"Yes, demon, Death will fail you tonight.
I am here to push your being into the river of damned souls.
You'll see someone colder than you, my friend.
I'll torture your veins, your heart, every drop of blood running in your body before drinking it."

Reztes made another few steps.

"And when I'll be done, your lifeless eyes will witness how harsh is the justice of a Cainite. Meet the Heavens' whip!"

The Kindred took out the Ulysses, pointing it against the man, ready to punish his very first moves...

[Shan'do Spike]

Lex looked at Reztes, not concealing his smirk in any way.

“What a shallow young man, “ he thought to himself, “I hope I’m in the right place. I didn’t end up in some sort of poetry contest here, did I?” He began to speak to his opponent, “Excuse me, did I by chance end up at a poetry contest. That was an excellent little poem: pity for you that it will never come to fruition. I shall give you advice though, before you are consumed like all those before you and like all those after you shall be. Stick to your roots. If you enjoy writing your little bardic fairy tales, I invite you to traverse the countryside reciting them. If not, please, refrain from your poetry in the ring.”

Lex gave a small chuckle, obviously amused with himself, and reached his hand down and grabbed the sword. As he grabbed it, a cold chill ran through his body. His eyes darted to the sword. It was fighting against its container. He grabbed the blade and tried to tap into its energy.

“Shiva, goddess of night, summon the energies—the time is right! Moon Beam!”

The sword began to vibrate. A portal from the demon world began to open slowly. Then, as if in mutiny, the portal began to close. The sword promptly stopped its vibrating. Lex looked down with a perplex look.

“I see…it has begun to mutiny. I guess I will have to rely on my own skill for this battle. It is no matter. I’m just fighting a bard here.”

Lex smirked again and reached for the sword, not attempting to channel the power inside of it. He slashed at the feet of Reztes; Reztes quickly jumped over the blade. His jab to the chest was easily blocked. Finally, he jumped into the air, rising about 10 feet and brought the blade down. The silver hilt glistened in the beauty of the sun. The pure beauty was about to leave death upon the floor. He raised his sword to his head and then slowly began to lower it until it was at his feet. He began his descent towards his opponent's inevitable doom with confidence.

Well, I'm going to have to ignore Spike's last post, being that Cloaked Gambler never had a chance to make a reply.

So therefore, I must judge you based on the style of your intro.

And.......I've made the decision that Spike is indeed the victor. He has the more well-written post. Plus he's more creative. I mean, his character is very nice to read about.

Your whole "nightmare" thing is very cliche'. *shrug*. Regardless, Spike wins.