A gentlemen's duel, minus the gentlemen [Challenge to Ken]

[DJQuackQuack]

You know what's up (a direction and a movie, duh), so post ur tempy, pick the location, and we shall fisticuffs!

Name- Unknown

Alias- The Sword Crafter

Age- Unknown (appearance gives him the look to be merely in his upper teens)

Gender- Male

History- Many centuries ago, there was a proud and elite clan, held with high esteem and bothered by no one. Labelled simply as The Sword Crafters, they spent a majority of their time creating some of the most beautiful and well adorned swords. But, there was more to these swords than just pleasing looks. Every sword was bestowed with a powerful essence, granting them attributes and traits only the most powerful could even imagine attempting to control. Powers locked with the blades, something that once word spread outside of the clan attracted bandits and greedy emperors alike.

A great, terrible war waged between the hordes of thieves and the Sword Crafters. And while they had the power of the Sacred Swords on their side, they were simply too outnumbered by the alliances formed temporarily between the desperate forces. Seeing no chance of victory, and fearing the complete extinction of their clan, the few surviving Sword Crafters fled in all directions. Unable to save a majority of the swords, only their most valued five sword managed to escape. The rest, stolen and spread across the world, where now centuries later still being used for fighting and killing.

The few individuals who escaped vowed to take revenge on those who ruin their precious blades, and restore the once proud Sword Crafter Clan. Unfortunately, they began to die one by one through losses in battle, or simply old age. All, that is, except one...

Bio: Discarding his name long ago, he was born by his human mother and his Sword Crafter father. His father, being the last left at the time, knew his end was around the corner. So, upon his son's birth, he bestowed upon him every last bit of his power, resting all of the Clan's hopes in this infant's tiny hands. As he grew up, he would be trained and taught of the Sword Crafter's ways through his mother, who of which followed the detailed instructions left by her husband.

Aging at a much slower pace, in addition to his mother's heart disease, he had to live through his mother's death when he had the appearance of that of an eight year old. Within him now was the last knowledge of the Sword Crafter's Clan. Which meant either he would be the one to revive the clan, or be the one to write its final chapter. Travelling the world, he searches for the current day owners of his blessed swords, fighting anyone that dares to get in the way of his ambition. Should he meet an owner of one of the Sacred Swords, he challenges them not solely to kill them, but to prove their worthiness of possessing the blade. Should they be worthy, he thanks them. Should they not, he kills them and retrieves the sword.

Ability: What makes the Sword Crafters so versatile is their innate ability to summon the swords from what some say is an alternate dimension of some sort, but what they called The Vault. It is in their belief that all of the Sacred Swords reside in this place at one point, and that they themselves choose their rightful owner. That being the case, at the moment he can only summon the five Sacred Swords granted to him from his father at birth.

Swords:
- Flamberge: A large, 2-handed broadsword about five feet in length and one foot in width. It had a fiery-orange color to it with a thin yet noticeable yellow border along the edge of the blade. Always during combat, on the blunt side of the tip of the sword a flame is always lit and burning endlessly. From the start of the fight, the flame is small. But as the fight goes on and more blows are given/taken, the fire grows and grows down the sword until it consumes all of Flamberge.

Besides the obvious power and flame attribute given to Flamberge, its other trait further allows each swing to pack even more power upon contact. Once Flamberge touches something after being swung, it emits a strong explosion at the point of contact. The strength of the explosion will increase as the size of the flame does.

- Deathbringer: A black, one-handed sword with blood red lines tracing randonly over the entire sword, following no pattern and resembling veins. Decorating the very bottom of the hilt is a skull with its mouth completely open, looking as if it was screaming in fear. A dark and ominous aura shrouds the blade. The entire sword is measured at almost four feet long.

Deathbringer grants the owner control over dark and arcane powers, allowing him to create a heavy arsenal of attacks and summon beings of the dead. Also, for each victim slain by Deathbringer, it drains their soul into itself and grows more and more powerful.

- Azul- : Full name being Azul Negative, this thin, blue one-handed blade has no bizarre physical characteristics as do most others. Being a short sword, about two and a half feet long, the only feature that stands out would be that the hilt, a sort of grayish coloring to it, is as nearly as thin as the blade.

Azul- is able to absorb any electrical current in which it directly touches the source. The charge may either stay within the sword itself, or can run along into The Sword Crafter's body, granting him limited control over the electricity. By all means he is no Zeus, but he can control it well enough to use effectively in close range combat.

Tales tell of a twin blade to this one, but he has yet to locate and/or become the rightful owner of it...

- Hell's Bell- The blade is a deep crimson color, almost looking as if it was soaked in blood. The hilt (black with red stripes spiralling down it) as attached to it a black chain, and connected to it is a tiny, gold bell. The bell only rings though upon the summoning of the sword, and for every time blood is shed. The length is nearly the same as Deathbringer, a bit less than four feet.

Once the bell tolls four times (including the initial summoning ring), a transformation of sorts occurs. As if the blade itself melts into a blood-like substance, it washes over and completely covers The Sword Crafter's arm. His entire arm now crimson and double the size, it even shapes into claws over the fingers that have the same slicing power as the blade pre-morph. Melted into the back of the hand is the bell which once hung loose, and although stuck in place still rings each time blood is shed by his hand, causing him to gain more power each time Hell's Bell's never ceasing thirst is quench.

- The Medusa: Reaching about 3'6" long, the blade and hilt are a dull gray color, and the texture resembles that of stone (although the blade is made of metal). Once summoned and in the hands of The Sword Crafter, chains wrap tightly around his hand, sometimes winding up all the way to his shoulder. These chains sprout from the sword itself, some more even hanging down loose, not attached to him.

The weight of this blade is much heavier than the others, mostly due to the many chains it can create. Thus, with increase weight comes more power, as it also means a decrease in speed. Having complete control of the chains, they can be controlled and manipulated as he sees fit, from defending off attacks to offensive manuevers to binding his foe.

Physical Description: He is exactly six feet even, and weighs the somewhat low 140 pounds for someone his height and age. His skin tone is very different, being a sort of grayish pigment. His short cut hair is black, never done in any certain style, but still has order in it since it is harder to make short hair too messy. His eyes are a very pale blue, which further shine due to the contrast with his dull skin. His nose and mouth are average, nothing special but nothing wrong, and overall his face was about the same. Although he wasn't handsome, he wasn't close to being ugly. More of a fine medium between the two.

His body size isn't too impressive, and thanks to his lack of upper body clothing, the whole world can see. He has the look of one of those skinny kids from school, stomach completely flat and a small layer of muscle over his ribs, making it possible to feel them should you press down just a bit. His arms are toned, as is what bit you can see of his legs. As far as clothing, he wears simple black gym shorts, stopping just below the knees while standing. On his feet are bold black tennis shoes, simply there to protect his feet and more often than not are taken off mid-fight should it progress long enough. Around his neck is a silver chain, a lone teal, circular jewel about the size or a quarter. In the exact center is a lone, miniscule black dot. Purpose unknown.

 

[King Sora X]

Location: Clicky

Name: Yartns(Pernounced Yarts)
Age: 33
Gender:
Male

Appearance:

Yartns comes at a great figure. His build is well-put together, nice muscular tone. Not too much to slow down his speed, but not too little to make him seem weak. All-in all, Yartns has a very average build, and that is just fine for him. As far as his other features, such as what he wears, and what his physical features are(I.e hair, eyes, cheek tone, etc..), it is a normal appearance, to be honest.

Yartns eyes to begin with, shine with a gleaming color of bright red. They shine upon the sun, giving them a omnipotent light. His hair is one for the century books. Yartns hair flows down to his shoulders, coming at a glorious golden-yellow shade. The pure shine of his hair brings out the best of his other features. His cheeks for example, they are shined upon like no other. It shows the perfect shape, and complexion..

His clothes however, are different beyond all belief. Usually, you would see a man wearing the basic fighting clothes, but not Yartns. Actually, he does not wear fighting clothes, but just a regular outfit like civilians wear. To start off, Yartns wears black, skin-tight jeans that have a dark-red design of a bleeding rose that drips red-style pain down to the pant leggings, on both sides. He wears a belt that is imbedded with diamond skulls colored black to perfection. The belt itself is a nice medium-blue color. A color that in itself gives off black as a perfect complement. As for the remainder of his clothing, Yartns wears a no shirt, but he wears a black leather jacket that streams down to his knees, and also has a dark blue hood.


Personality:

Yarns is a mysterious character indeed. Unlike most people, who can have one main trait in their personality. Yartns however, has many main traits that exemplify who he is, and how he acts. But mainly, he tends to be an over-confident fighter who sometimes doesn’t know what he is talking about. When confronted by an enemy, his ego gets in the way, and it is pure hell for his enemy’s. But never fear, this sort of ego is not one to be confused with ignorance. But more along the lines of a good, solid confidence in ones’ self. However, when not confronted by an enemy, but more like he confronts the enemy, Yartns tends to show an anger like no other. His temper gets the better of him, and for the most part he gets a bit hot-headed. But aside from all of this, aside from his encounters with enemies, it is all put down as a mellow attitude. Yartns is always on the go, active as one would call it. That is the true nature of what his personality is.

Weapon:
The interesting fact about Yartns’s weapon is an unique one. Instead of having several different weapons, he only has one. However, his weapons can transform into different forms as his powers increase over time. Up to the point where he can handle it, the record of how many forms his weapon has is four. But, it can increase as his ability to manifest his inner-thoughts into reality, and thus his power and/or abilities to activate more forms of his weapon can be realized.

Weapon Name:
Burning Sanctuary

Form One:
in this first form, the sheath of Burning Sanctuary appears to be a pure black base color, with a hint of brown color. All together it has a hard-wood material that makes it a perfect defense for the blade. The rest of this first form is like any normal sword that comes into any man’s possession. The very bottom of the hilt has a solid, metal ring, that has red construction tape tightly wrapped around it for protection. The hilt itself is red with a black checkerboard design upon its surface. The hand guard is quite interesting; it is not shaped like many. The shape of it is a solid line, but somewhere along that shape, it keeps the blade and hand guard at perfect shape. As for the blade it a pure black color, with a design of a solid white line and red down the middle of the blade to the very tip of it.

Form Two:

In this second form, Burning Sanctuary ascends its previous form from a single bladed-weapon, to a chain-attached dual blade. It got the expression “Chain-attached” by how its connected by a severely long chain that is estimated to stretch out to ten feet, although the exact length of this chain is unknown. However, that is not the main asset of this form. What is the main asset however, is what the sword part of this weapon is. Sure twin blades mean they resemble each other to the finest. Having said that, the hilt of both blades come to a shade of dark maroon red, with a diamand belt pattern along each crease of the hilt. The hand guard is shaped like a shuriken. The blade however, is a different story. The blade is a curved shaped, starting as a strait line, but then shortens in terms of how the blade is shaped; it curves. Then more into the blade, there is a pattern, that looks like a Japanese war-god.

Form three:

The third form of Burning Sanctuary is one of a different variety. Unlike the previous two forms, where they’ve been a reletive of the sword class, but this form is nothing of the sort. Actually, it is more along the lines in the spear family. The entire weapon is composed of hard bamboo wood, and steel obtained in the highest of forms. It stands no taller then ten feet. Throughout the entire spear, there are strands of fur gathered from wildbeasts that could have been killed in many worlds, and gathered to be applied to the spears handle, and even bottom of the blade part. Overall, this spear appears to be that of a demon-based weapon, but that remains to be seen.

Form Four/Final Form:

At last, the final form of the Burning Sanctuary. Compared to the other three forms, this one might be considered weak. It does not have a handle, nor does it have a hilt. But instead the final form of this weapon is an extension of Yartns’s arm. But exactly how you may be wondering. Well this is because once this stage of weaponry is reached, Yartns gains the ability to morph his body in terms of melee attacks. And one of these is popping out a weapon from the elbow going down to the wrist, then a long, monstrous blade appears out. It shapes as a double-sided blade. One side that goes slightly past the elbow, but extremely dense and sharp. Possibly sharp enough to cut even the hardest metal. The other side, that reaches one foot beyond the middle fingertip. It has a beastly design all over it. One side seems to be a pattern of teeth of a mighty beast. However, the other side seems to be the same structure that of a spear, but somewhat different. It has a more rough-like feel, and appearance. More like it is carved from an ancient beast that
Special Abilities/ Skills:

Ability(s):

Yartns special ability comes with the power to manifest his inner-thoughts into anything that he desires. The pure essense of bringing what it is deep within his mind into actual reality. From the littlest of things, to the huge and skeptical things. This in short is a form of manifestation. The thoughts that Yartns holds within his mind, he is able to bring them into reality, and create all kinds of possibilities. This is basically the perfect power for him, as it bonds him to his weapons, and to what he is, and that is a manifest.

Skills:
Magic-
Along with his own personal ability, Yartns is also quite skilled in some other arts. Like for example, Yartns has became quite talented when it comes to dark magic. It might be his own heart, or maybe a previous history of his lost family. But whichever it is, all that Yartns knows is that his skills in dark magic even surpasses his own expiations. Some would even say his magic skills can even surpass that of Keyblade masters. Although, it is not physically, or magically proven. Some of the most common spells that Yartns has been known to cast in his battles are the basic 5 elements: fire, water, thunder/lightning, ice, and Gravity. But who knows, there might be some hidden surprises to be coming.

Unlimited Fate:

This is the ability that Yartns himself created by combining his own special ability of manifesting his own thoughts into reality, and his great talent with magic. It is more of life or death ability. When he has the right thought in mind, that takes to effect to his magic capabilities.All depending on what kind of thought it is, and what kinds of magic’s Yartns has mastered up to a certain point, this abilities power is decided. Of course, even with such practice, this ability cannot be used until the third level of Burning Sanctuary has been obtained.

Occupation:
Treasure collector
Bio:

Who exactly is Yartns? Is he a being who has no past? Well the entire story of Yartns is a complete past. No one knows where he is from, who his parents are, or even what his true name is. He was found in Ivalice about at the age of ten. He was found by a kind, and yet sadistic human-being. Whose only purpose in life was to hunt out the greatest treasures in the universe. So, even being at a reasonable age to know right from wrong, Yartns still got wrapped in the immoral world of what came to be his future. A life of a Treasure hunter. However, it all gets bizarre from this moment. At the age of thirteen, Yartns disappeared from Ivalice. No one knew where he was, not his friends, not even the kind man who took him in as his own son…

He merely vanished.

It is odd because 24/7, Yartns was guarded by authorities. So if he did escape for some strange reason, then he would have been seen, or at least there would have been an attempt to be stopped. But no. there was not even one sign of his being there. Its like he was never alive, or even known to be in this world.

This is where the story gets more complicated; ten years later, he re-appears. However, this time is different, the cheerful young man, seems to have been filled with hate, and now set out to destroy his homeland. But he would not get the chance, cause before Yartns could do that, he disappeared once again.

The story is much, much mysterious. Each time he gets closer to his goals, Yartns ceases to exist in the history books…

Yartns has never been to be seen since ten years ago…
Theme Song:

Theme song #1: YouTube - Metallica - I Disappear + Video+LYRICS
Theme Song #2: YouTube - Requiem for a dream
Battle Song #1: YouTube - Manowar - Sons of Odin { AMV } By PsYh0
Battle Song #2: YouTube - Silverstein: Your Sword Vs. My Dagger
Dieing song: YouTube - metallica-nothing else matters


Other:

• Yartns enjoys to read his favorite book, “The Night Angel Triogy” on cold, winter nights

• His favorite color is Sea-Blue

• Yartns often is found alone in a corner reciting his favorite prayer “If I die before I wake, I pray to lord my soul to take”

• Yartns is bi-sexual; yes he rolls like that ;D

• Yartns lucky numbers are: 1.34,23,3,99, and 100

 

[DJQuackQuack]

He stood atop the roof of a remote castle, his visit to Japan had finally proved a wise choose as he located what he hoped would be quite the powerful sword. Although the traits of this blade unknown, and information regarding the owner even more scarce, it mattered not. He could sense the sword calling out to him, and here in this beautiful forest, lush trees and brilliantly green grass, he would test the value of the owner. Looking down from his position on the reknown Hikone Castle, the river reflected the clear blue sky, nearly cloudless besides a few lingering white puffs here and there.

"Come, strong warrior." He spoke, gaze still focused upon the calm waters and not really addressing anyone in particular, "Show me your value, show me whether or not you are worthy to wield a weapon created by my ancestors. If not, you will be punished with death, and the sword returning back to The Vault where it shall remain until the true owner is decided." Finishing his introductory soliloquy, he rose his right hand slowly, grabbing his pendant an raising it inches away from his mouth, lips seperating as they whispered unknown words into it. Once done, he let go of the pendant, letting it bounce off of his chest one or two times before returning back to its place. Now, he waited. He knew his target would appear, all it would take was a matter of time...

 

[King Sora X]

It was mid-day probably, the winds were blowing at a gentle speed, perhaps just slightly over 5mph. If one were to just stay completely still, the gentle breeze would say their hair back and forth. That is just how calm and relaxing the winds are in this place. And the green grass is a perfect fit. Hills and hills that stretch on for miles and miles, they bring the calm and relaxing nature of this place to life, and make one really think about his/her life and where it is heading. The sky is so clear, it is almost like a glass reflection of the soul, and a limited amount white, puffy clouds hover in the sky to provide such a glorious beauty. The old-style of buildings in the area are truly what brings the soul at ease whenever venturing to Hikone Castle.

While the skies and everything at Hikone Castle were perfect, there was something here that made all that go down in vain. An interuption of the balance has been broken, someone has entered this forbidden ground of beautiful nature, and has declared a battle against someone who he or she does not know. However, there is one man who shall come to the calling of this one man or woman, and fend him off the grounds. It is against the will of god to even trespass in a location that is a national landmark.

"Come, strong warrior."

A warrior came forth, with bright red eyes, and with a intense blonde hair. He looked to be quite tall, perhaps around six foot, but the exact height is not completely sure. His outfit looked to be that of a regular civilian that comes from the city. With black skin-tight jeans on his lower body with a red rose pattern along it. No shirt that covers his well-built body, but a long black leather jacket that goes all the way down to his knees, and not an inch below.

The warrior first looked up at the sky, admiring its grace and beauty, wondering how such a place could be the destination of a battle that would soon take place. Then he took his attention to the one guy that was the one who called Yartns out to battle. Although the man wasn’t calling out to Yartns directly, he was the one however, who answered natures plea to rid of the intruder, and that is exactly what Yartns has came here to do; rid the virus from this sanctuary.

Standing up top of the main castle, that stood on the far north of the area, Yartns then pulled out his weapon, a long black katana, and he shouted into the heavens, just loud enough so the virus could hear him.

“Strong warrior has arrived.”

 

[DJQuackQuack]

He stood completely still, hands hanging loosely by his side as the breeze picked up a tiny bit. His eyes remained unwavering on the mountain in the distance. Even when the one he searched for arrived, his gaze never shifted from its spot. The branches and leaves of the trees swayed with the wind, a wind that caused a few of the thinner trees to even creak back and forth themselves. He was...enjoying the peace. What a shame that he himself would bring an end to this bliss.

“Strong warrior has arrived.”

"...So it appears." The Sword Crafter spoke in response to the arrival's shout. His gaze still remained transfixed on the mountain, until finally with the sound of a sword being unsheathed, he turned his whole body slowly to see for himself the blade. "Such a well crafted sword, I look forward to seeing how it fairs in battle. I can only hope you are worthy of at least holding the blade, it would be the only chance you have at getting out of this alive."

The wind changed direction, the gentle caress of the sky now flowing towards the one weilding the black katana. And with the breeze charged The Sword Crafter, right arm outstretched and weaponless. It wasn't until he cut the distance between the two in half, his shoes clanking along the artfully designed tiles which decorated the roof, that a flash erupted from his hand and with it his sword.

The Medusa's stone-like style remained dull even as the sunlight shone upon it. Quickly, two chains sprouted from the hilt and wrapped around his arm, firmly tightening his grip on the sword. Crashing on the red roof of which the fight was soon to break out on was three more chains, dragging along and rattling so loud it echoed through the whole valley.

Reaching his opponent swiftly, he swung a viscious horizontal slice, ready to split the man's body cleanly in half. Flinging behind the sword, the three chains flew through the air, for should the swing be blocked, they would wrap around from behind, wrapping up his upper body and immoblizing his arms. From this point onwards, no words would be exchanges. This was a battle between two swordsman, and the only communication should be through the clashing of their blades. That was what this man lived his life by, and he would gladly die by these morals as well.

 

[King Sora X]

The winds suddenly shifted. Their once calm and relaxed breeze soon became a rough storm in the making, and this was a definite sign that things were about to get shaky, and not the kind of shakiness that would be good. Yartns knew that the battle ahead of him would be one not of an easy calibar, but even if that is true, he still had a perfect plan for what was about to occur. While he had pulled out his blade that he calls Burning Sanctuary, Yartns saw an upcoming attack from his opponent coming right at him. Surely he would of came prepared for such an attack, well he has, and his opponent will never know what hit him.

“Thoughts…REALIZE!!” Yartns said, as a mist of white fog started to envelop the entire area. Only to reveal that Yartns was struck by the chain and horizontal slice, or so it appeared. What could really been behind this weird strategy? Surely, Yartns wasn’t really stuck down so easily. No he wasn’t, once Yartns shouted his command, it manifested his inner thoughts into reality, and at this moment it was the thought of an white-mist illusion that would make his opponent think he had struck him down, but really attacked a sturdy tree.

The mist was at seventy-five percent opacity, it soon revealed the part of the bulidingthat was put as decoy when Yartns casted his illusion. But if the part of the building the two were standing on that was in the place of Yartns, then where exactly did the real Yartns disappear too.

“Can you find me.” Yartns called out, in a mysterious, stalking-tone. Now was the perfect strategy of tearing down the opponent at the very core.

 

[DJQuackQuack]

The man before him, sword drawn, took the slice without so much as flinching. His upper body severed from that of his lower half, hovering slowly in the air before it would began its descent. Before that could happen, however, the chains collided, wrapping tightly around the two halves and tossing them effortlessly off the castle. As they plummetted towards the grassy earth below, the illusion cast upon them was lifted, revealing them to be now merely smashed pieces of the roof used in place of his target.

But The Sword Crafter need not look at them to know this. He has battled and cut through many a challangers in his lifetime, and he has grown accustomed to the effort needed to slice cleanly through quite a variety of body parts. Whoever this man was, he may have been able to fool the senses, but he could never fool the mountain of experience in battle that The Sword Crafter had.

“Can you find me?”

He continued to remain perfectly still, unfaltered by this man's ability to hide himself so effectively. Ready to drag this fight on for as long as needed, he knew his opponent would leave an openning eventually. Besides, this was not what he wanted. He wanted the sword his ancestors crafted to be used to its fullest potential. So, raising his blade The Medusa vertically straight above his head, the three chains began rattling louding in a circle motion around him. Gradually, the rotation became faster and faster, raising the chains into the air and causing them to slam into the side of the castle and rip the rooftop into shreds as the metallic chains bashed into everything around him. He was not here to play hide and seek, he was here to fight, and fight he shall.

 

[King Sora X]

After the stage of starting the illusion, and seeing his opponent swing blindly at what he believed to be his main target, Yartns now was conjuring up a plan right after he set the illusion up. When this battle first started, Yartns didn’t know what kinds of powers that his opponent had hidden, but after his little display of power, he then was able to interpret his powers, and at the same time able to think of the perfect plan to rid his powers, and him in general.

“ A shame, he could have been so much fun.” Yartns said, standing up from his hiding spot, and he begun to bring his plan into action. The illusion was just a side-attraction for his main goal. But Yartns wasn’t going to kill his oppnent right from the start, he wants to have a little fun, and the fun he shall have. The mist of fog was still blocking any clear view of a close-range sight, so Yartns was safe, for now at least. However, his plan is not to stay hidden, but act on the first chance he gets.

The winds began to react to the intensity of the tension between the two fighters. Just as Yartns was about to take a break of fresh air and such, he noticed something to the east of him. His opponent was trying to send a message of some kind. Yartns wasn’t an idiot, he knew exactly what he was trying to do, and it wouldn’t work, actually it was quite admirable. The fact that he would destroy a national landmark shows Yartns that his opponent isn’t here to mess around. Which means that he can finally bust out some of his hidden talents.

“Fire meet with the flesh and burn it to a crisp.” Yartns said, chanting an old testament that has been passed down the lines of powerful mages. Upon the enchantment, a flame spiral began to surround Yartns, and eventually cover his entire being. The flames were so intense that the air itself began to be effected by it. The heat, so intense it even caused sparks to go off even in the blindspot of the air, and cause fires to start spreading all around the grass area. This spiral was just the beginning, it was only the first phase of Yartns attack, he planned to lure in his opponent by pure power. But in order for him to do that, he must launch a blast so powerful that it would gradually bring him in due to the strong force. However, first, Yartns will begin with a gigantic blast of pure, hot flame.

Three seconds passed, and Yartns fired a gigantic ball of flame by rotating his body and shooting out a ball-shaped sphere of flame that made its way to the Sword Crafter, and what it left in its path was just pure devastation. Each spark of flame left a single fire that would trigger a series of major fires, and causing the power of flame even more powerful.

“This is it.”

 

[DJQuackQuack]

The Sword Crafter continued spinning the chains above his head, letting them spiral about and crash through the castle top. He felt some remorse in wrecking such a precious piece of history, but alas nothing would interfere with his journey. Finally, his opponent had decided to show himself, chanting a foreign spell and igniting his being with an intence spiral of flames. Sparks began to launch everywhere and ignite the green landscape in a fury of fire. The battlefield had now truely been set, one which possesses flames burning almost as much as the spirit in these two warriors.

But his opponent was not done yet. After conjuring up this magnificent flame, one whose flickering light spread across the entire valley, he manipulated it into a sphere and sent it hurtling towards the Sword Crafter. Chains still swinging in the air, he watched as the orb of inferno crashed through the castle, setting it ablaze and ending any hope of it being left standing upon the conclusion of the battle. Waiting patiently, he finally made his move once the attack was about fifteen feet away from him.

Instantly, the chains all redirected themselves toward the flame, moving in a fluid and harmonious motion as they intertwined. Several more chains (three) burst from the hilt, making the total amount flying towards the fire grow to six. Slicing through the air, the tip of each chain plunged smoothly inside the fire, penetrating it with ease. The force behind his attack caused the fireball to erupt, flinging the flames all over the castle as well as to the trees below, further spreading the now nearly unstoppable fire.

The chains, however, did not stop. Their velocity unaltered, they flew straight through the thick fog. While he couldn't see his target directly, he knew where the attack was launched from. And with six chains aimed in towards that area, one was surely to hit its mark. When it did, the victum would be bound by it, and running would no longer be an option. Then, The Sword Crafter would make his move and truely test the worthiness of this man.

 

[King Sora X]

Scorching heat consumed the once calm and mild temperature of the air. All previous heaven-worthy feelings, had now been forever vanished. The heat, caused by the very flame that came from the inner-core of Yartns. His own power has caused this once glorious sanctuary of a landscape, was now an eternal burning hell that will soon be true hell on earth. So seeing how the area itself is deteriorating piece by piece, what will become of the fighters.

Yartns has distanced himself from his opponent, trying to attack him from afar, and hopefully to burn him to ashes as he did with the area, but exactly how can he do this. Well that is quite easy and very good to explain. All Yartns did was first he gathered a small flame that hid itself deep within himself, and he pushed it outward in a spiral of flames that consumed him. Following that, not immediately, but soon after, Yartns concentrated the flames into one spot in his hand while the spiral of flames was still set in motion, and he fired a single, gigantic ball of flame that hurled its way at his opponent leaving a trail of destruction behind it.

But what the Sword Crafter did was something to Yartns surprise. Instead of finding a way to defend himself against the attack, the Sword Crafter , instead took his chains and launched them directly into the ball of crimson flame, and attempted to make it stop it dead in its tracks; and that is exactly what happened. By whatever force was in those chains, Yartns saw his ball of flame come to a halt, and it started to erupt. Yartns knew that it would be time for his opponent to get what he wants. As he realized that, the ball of flame exploded into millions of sparks.

“It is time.” Yartns said as he purposely dismissed the fog and he appeared behind his opponent, but he did not see him yet. As The Sword Crafter was too busy attacking a place that he thought Yartns was hiding at. After the blind effort, Yartns calmly tapped the shoulder of the Sword crafter, and said in a very comical tone. “So..what’s going on?” After saying that , Yartns took his right hand and set it softly on the man’s mid-back, and charged it up with a blast of flame, and fired it as hard and strong as he can.

 

[DJQuackQuack]

The chains continued to soar through the air, and very much to the disappointment of the Sword Crafter, they never managed to land a hit. They just drifted outward, finally reaching their limit and turning limp, crashing down upon the breaking roof. The fires were growing intense now, staying on the building would be suicide for either one of them. Preparing to leave and head down to the river bank below, his muscles tensed and his senses became more alarmed as the dense, white fog gradually lifted. Normally something to celebrate, having one's vision return to them, but not in this case.

Immediately he picked up his opponent's presences. However, at exactly the same time, his opponent was set up perfectly to launch an attack from behind. A lone finger tapped him on the shoulder, accompanied by some dialogue meant to mock the Sword Crafter. But, he cared for only two things at this moment. First off, was taking the upcoming hit. He was in no position to dodge or block at the moment, so taking the attack head on was the only solution.

And he did. The warm hand of Yartns pressed gently against the bare, grey skin of the swordsman. Sweat soaked his body as the heat seemingly rose exponentially, each drop quickly evaporating away and leaving the salt behind to glisten in the sunlight. He could feel the energy gather in his palm, readying to blast him away. The powerful inferno launched at point blank range, the strength unreal as the force was soon to send him flying off the rooftop, plummetting into the growing fire below.

Instantly, the Sword Crafter stabbed The Medusa into the roof, the chains (now recoiled from before) wrapped around whatever structures remained from the soon to be collapsing castle. Letting out shouts of pain, saying the flesh on his back was burnt to a crisp would be an understatement. Although he managed to remain in nearly the exact same location, unmoved by the intense force, he took quite a toll. A toll, though, well worth it.

Upon taking the flames shot directly to his back, the Sword Crafter had extended his left hand behind him. From it, a blinding flash went off and grasped firmly in his hand was Flamberge. The magnificent, five foot long blade was summoned so that it would appear directly aimed at Yartns' torso. Between the speed of which it was summoned, the length of the blade, and the fact the two warriors were so close to each other, it made dodging near impossible. Should it work, not only would Flamberge pierce through his gut and shred his internal organs, but upon contact the fiery blade emits an explosion, blasting away at the inside of his body to further increase the damage.

Still holding onto The Medusa in his right hand with a vice grip, the Sword Crafter's gaze remained forward, forseeing an end to this fight.

 

[King Sora X]

It was all one big illusion. What the Sword Crafter thought was actually a burn, was actually, and in fact his mind thinking he was being burned, but in all honesty, it was all a trick. The same goes for the one who cast this illusion; Yartns. It was his furious power to conjure up anything with his mind that was able to make everything seem as they were, but to make them proven false. All attacks that were put up by Yartns’s opponent was nothing but a meaningless attempt to win. However, all will be proved invalid, and in vain. All the attempts to take down Yartns, were false, a invalid truth that was created solely by the mind of Yartns, and it could be only with his mind that Yartns can make anything happen.

“disperse.” Yartns said, slowly as the area began to break apart, piece by piece. All that seemed to be real, the fire that was made by a simple mind-trick will cease to be there. The flames that were created, will no longer be lit, and the destruction caused will be as if there hasn’t been anybody here in years. All that happened will be like it never happened at all.

“So tell me, Sword Crafter, do you enjoy torture? Are you a fan of being psychologically decapitated.” Yartns said, as the illusion began to reveal its true, hidden, deep-dark secrets. It was not the area itself, but what the inner-mind of the Sword Crafter. Yartns could finally see into his mind, the power Yartns is showing off is not just frightening, but also on a whole different level then what the Sword Crafter could ever start to imagine. Yartns power, it is not just limited to psychological damage, but it is able to be wide-spread to any length that he chooses; thus why Yartns can be able to create such illusions with little energy-loss.

Its like this battle hasn’t even began. Neither of them are hurt, nor are they in the state where they can barely move, or is this another illusion. Could this be a reverse illusion created by Yartns’s own mind.

“So what do you think, can you even begin to imagine the length that my power can go.” Yartns said, as multiple and multiple copies of him began to move around. The time itself began to slow down. And as that happened, each copy of Yartns held a long, sharp sword in their hand. The time aided to their movement, and with each passing second inside this mind-boggling illusion, each clone would deliver multiple strikes with the blade. The time inside seemed to be hours and hours; endless amount of time. But in reality, it was only five seconds that seemed to last an eternity. The physical damage would be done, but able for recovery. However, the mental and psychological damage would be deemed to last forever.

Who would of thought, that when the Sword Crafter made this challenge to such a being like Yartns, that he would be fighting for the very life he held so dearly. A fight that would put him on his feet, and even more then that level. It could only be deemed that this battle is one that will not end well for the Sword Crafter, for he will parish in a mentally-decapitating, torturing moment.

 

[DJQuackQuack]

The counter had worked, the blade of Flamberge puncturing his foe's flesh and slashing through his organs. He could feel the vibrations of his sword as the explosions set off inside Yartns' body, eradicating his insides. The sound of the erupting organs popping like balloons, the smell of blood as it sprayed out, the intense heat rising burning the flesh on his back, it all felt so real...and yet to the Sword Crafter's dismay, things weren't as the appeared.

Upon but a single word uttered from Yartns' mouth, all ceased. Everything that happened, the destruction of the castle, the burning of the field, and even the wounds exchanged in battle, all of it was gone. Just like that, the battle returned to the starting position, the two warriors standing alone in a grassy field as even the winds restarted back to a gentle breeze. “So tell me, Sword Crafter, do you enjoy torture? Are you a fan of being psychologically decapitated?”

Psychological...torture. An illusionist, and a good one at that. With a quick burst of light, both Flamberge and The Medusa vanished into thin air, leaving him weaponless. He simply stood there, taking in how the series of events actually didn't happen. His back was unharmed, no burns or pain of any sort. No scenery was damaged, nothing changed. Yet...he felt like it did.

“So what do you think, can you even begin to imagine the length that my power can go?” Queried his opponent in a cocky tone. He was highly confident in his power, and who could blame him. Such control of the senses was astounding. But, not good enough to win the fight. Copies began to pop up all over the landscape, each wielding a long and thin sword and closing in on the Sword Crafter. The illusions were to come to an end now. As quick as lightning, a sword appeared in his right hand. A blue short sword, one with a thin handle, sparked with electricity as the clones moved in closer, weapons raised. A shock surged throughout his body, and then...he stood still.

Sword after sword plunged into him, each second passing by invited along with it another clone to stab the Sword Crafter. They kept going at it, mindlessly puncturing his gray-skinned body. This attack, so torturous, so cruel...and so very much ineffective. "You, should stop now." Spoke the swordsman for the first time since the fight started. He dashed through the clones, walking right through them as if they weren't even there. And in truth, they weren't. He came to a stop, ignoring the multiple copies still stabbing at him. Now, he stood about 10 feet in front of Yartns, the real one.

But, he did not attack. He remained still, eyes gazing forward. However, those eyes were now a pale grey. For you see, the Sword Crafter shut down his senses. He could no longer see the majestic greenery that was the setting. He could no longer smell the sweet winds drift under his nose, no longer hear the running water flow gently, no longer hear the sounds of metal clashing on metal, and no longer feel the steel blade he held in his hand. But...he didn't need to. A veteran of battle and master of the blade, he could sense his opponents with ease.

"Illusions, trickery of the senses, but now I have none. Hurry, draw your sword, I did not come here to have you waste my time with such moves. I am here to see if you deserve to carry that sword, one of many my ancestors created." Here, a flash of light brought our Hell's Bell in his left hand, the bell ringing upon being summonned. The Sword Crafter was ready for blood, yet he awaited Yartns to make a move, hopefully ceasing his persistance to use treachary and to instead fight using the blade.

 

[King Sora X]

After all that has happened, Yartns has only began to love this battle more and more with each passing second. At first, Yartns thought that this Sword Creator person would prove to be such a weakling, but his theory and first thoughts of this guy would be proved to be incorrect. This guy is however, stronger then Yartns could even predicted; and Yartns even through out his signature illusion technique with his main power, but he noticed even that wasn’t enough to make this guy appear worthless, or even better; mentally disabled. Coming to this realization, Yartns figured out only one way to defeat the Sword Crafter is to beat him at his own little game of Swordplay.

"Illusions, trickery of the senses, but now I have none. Hurry, draw your sword, I did not come here to have you waste my time with such moves. I am here to see if you deserve to carry that sword, one of many my ancestors created."

Yartns was quite amused with this new-found ability his opponent has put up on the table so suddenly. To think that one could even dismiss one’s own senses to avoid getting trapped in an illusion. However, even though this is one interesting move on the Sword Crafter’s behalf, this was a grave mistake on his behalf also. With his senses gone, there is no chance of even anticipating what will happen next to the poor, poor Sword Crafter.

“Not that you can hear me, but you are about to die my good friend.” Yartns said, dropping his sword. Surely Yartns has something better planned, for he has tossed down his blade, Burning Sanctuary, hard on the stone cold ground. With what Yartns has in mind, there is only one thing he will need and that will be the power of mental capacity. Yartns risen himself up into the air, where a trail of a complete black aura soon followed. His hands were pointing strait at his opponent, as the final moments of his life were about to be realized. Pulses of a great force were about, and this only was the start; soon after, Yartns’ power began to rise even higher, as if with each passing second, he was getting much, much stronger.

As his power increased ten-fold, Yartns gave off a maniacal laugh, and he then smiled at the pure terror that was about to happen before the Sword Crafter’s very own eyes. Yartns released his energy in a high gravitational field made completely of psionic energy, that within seconds will crush the Sword Crafters’ body to its very core.

 

[DJQuackQuack]

(OOC- Sorry for delay, college life and stuff =P)

Nothingness.

That is essentially what he was bathed in. No outside force was felt on his being. From sounds to smells to sights, all was blank. Defenseless, essentially he was. Unable to prepare for his opponents next move, what was the use of this strategy? Sure, it ended the illusions being used on him.

No more illusions.

That was the goal. And The Sword Crafter succeeded. Weidling both Hell's Bells and Azul- firmly in his hands, the next stage of his tactic was soon to be in effect. And this Yartns will soon regret discarding his blade.

Electricity flowed through him, turning his sense back on. Then off again. Then back on. Over and over again it repeated this cycle, restoring his 5 senses for a brief second, then switching them back off. He used this quick moment to get a snap shot of his surroundings, and his foe. He knew Yartns tossed his sword down on the ground in disgrace. He knew Yartns hovered into the air. And he definitely knew a powerful attack was coming.

Lightning fused with his inner core, he swiftly flew across the grassy field, singing the grass as he dashed over it. Instantly, he ran up the building, defying gravity like it was his play toy. Once at the top, he launched with immense power towards his target, now aiming his gravity attack down at the ground where just 3 seconds ago The Sword Crafter was.

Now, with such speed, he was coming down right above Yartns. Hell's Bells was ready to slice through the mans back and draw that ever so sweet crimson nectar, cutting through his lower organs. Senses shutting on and off, it was impossible to use illusions to escape. And with no sword to defend himself, Yartns needed to pull a rabbit out of his hat to avoid this attack.