Fight! Fight! FIGHT!

[Hera Ledro]

Well, well. I am...upset that the Coliseum has been as slow as it has been lately.

Therefore, I am setting up a 1v1 battle. I don't care who joins, as long as you abide by God-Modding and Power-Gaming rules. I will be using Jake King.

Here's the battlefield.


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Makio

A large planet, located near the epicentre of the Milky Way Galaxy. The planet is, like Earth, filled with life and vibrant plants.

The battlefield is a crossroads of three environments, each making up approx. 1/3rd of the field. The northernmost environment is lush with plant-life and animals, a forest rising almost 5 miles from the edge. Along the cliffs, right beside the forest, a calm and beautiful sea swishes, coursing through the rest of the planet like a bloodstream. A river from this sea extends from the clifftops, and underneath the ground, poking its way into the next terrain.

The next part of the terrain is less comfortable, though equally as beautiful. A stretch of mountains extends to the southwest, and furrows out as, when looked at with a bird’s eye view, a pyramidal valley of mountains, each several hundred miles high. The tops are visible, coated with a beautiful cap of ice and snow, with nothing but white on top as far as the eye can see. Each mountain has smaller little (yet just as menacingly beautiful) sub-mountains, each one spearing out from the larger earthen structures. A little river from the sea flows through the mountain range, and waterfalls litter several mountains, leaving plateaus lush with green life.

The final terrain, fading out from the others, is a barren desert, littered with sandstorms, extending from the southeast. The sandstorms, each blowing at speeds equal to (or greater than, in some cases) 160 miles per hour. While, for many, it is nothing to hold against these winds, the sand is blinding, and the roar of the storms feels like a thousand thunderclaps in one’s ears.

However, in the center of all of this, there is a single rock, in which a warrior cut on his own, a boulder that serves as a meditating stone for those who choose to come to this place. It is also a training ground for the monks that live several hundred miles away, who come thrice every year to train their natural survival skills.

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Jake sat on the edge of the desert, staring at the epicentral rock to his left. It was large, about the size of a large boulder. As Jake had found out, it was extremely hard. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even make a scratch on the stone. It was made of some kind of extremely strong stone, but neither Jake nor his grandfather, Hera Ledro, could tell what it was.

He let it be for now; he didn't want to risk breaking his sword. It sat on his lap, the golden blade gleaming in the sunlight of the clear sky. It was very large (it was a zweihander blade, after all), but strangely light.

Jake was mesmerized by the intricate designs on the gleaming blade. He had no idea what they meant, but they were beautiful all the same.

He stood up and brushed himself off. He grabbed the Soul Shredder and sheathed it, looking to the north. He sensed an approaching energy from the forests, but he wasn't too sure if it really was coming from that direction.

"Well," he muttered. "I'll just sit here and wait for it. Maybe it's someone strong, and I can have a fight with them."

 

[Hera Ledro]

OOC: Sorry, MC, but there's no approved bio. I can't find any bio threads in the Hall of Warriors with you as the author, nor do I have any clue who Crane Valentine is. To participate in an RPB, you have to have a bio approved in the Hall of Warriors by the RP Moderator. Hence, until you get an approved bio, you can't join this fight.

 

[Dean Winchester]

I am highly tempted to participate in this battle and use this chance to improve my RPing skills. I will use my character "Maximilian" long ago posted along "Lucius, and Julius" biographies, and I'll post a link soon enough.

On side note, this was made when the old template was still being used and was approved, but I could modify it if you wish to meet the requirements of the new one.

Edit: I'll just add the biography here.

==== RP Biography: ====​

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Name: Maximilian Angelus Fortia Regisheart
Pronunciation: (Maxsh-cci-mi-lyan Forth-ia Reigis-heart)
Date of Birth: October 1^st, 1989
Nicknames: Max Fortia Regis
Job/Class: Scholar and Warrior, Master of the Regisheart Household
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Build: <st1lace w:st="on">Normal</st1lace> Athletic Build
Weight: 178 pounds
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Skin Color: Caucasian
Complexion: Light Tanned
Position: Brother-in-law of Julius, Dayanne’s Brother.
Fighting Style: Ambidextrous swordsman and weapons’ expertise.
Weapon: Medium Sword and Handgun
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===Medium Sword/Weapon’s Name: “Sentire mihi tristitia” (Feel my sorrow)
*Description: A four feet long 1 feet and a half wide medium sword specially crafted by the Regisheart Family. A beautiful image of a rose surrounded by an angel wing covers half of both sides of the blade’s surface. Two silver wings serve as the hand guard of the blade and they are beautifully decorated with gold. The hilt of the blade was made of the iron, covered with wood and coated with a thin cape of cold while being enveloped with red silk.
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The sword has a chained attached to the hilt of the sword with an emblem of two angel wings surrounding a heart. The heart has the following inscription “Aeternus amoris mihi pretiosus angelus, Dareisha” (Eternal love for my precious angel, Dareisha) carved on one side. On the other side, a small red ruby is placed on the center of the heart.
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==Handgun/Weapon’s name: Broken Heart: “Mihi amor non tenere finalis” (My love doesn’t have an end)
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The Broken Heart is a 3 feet long handgun coated with silver and beautifully decorated with images of roses and wings. The hilt of the gun is covered with wood at both sides and it has the emblem of the Regisheart Family carved on its surface. Also the following inscription “Illa memoria de mihi juramentum ad mi aternus amoris” (The memory of the oath to my eternal love) was carved on the right side of the cannon of the gun. (hmmm something about this description is not right…..oh well…..)


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Birthplace: Birthplace: Aldabra
=====<st1lace w:st="on"><st1>Aldabran </st1><st1>Kingdom</st1></st1lace>=====

The climate of the Aldabra Region is mild, with slightly cold winters and warm summers. The forests scattered across this region are extense and all famous for the quality of the wood of the trees that grow here. Caves and other natural wonders are most likely to be found near the mountain terrain, and small temples can be found at the highest parts of these mountains.

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Current Residence: Lake Amaria, Regisheart Mansion<st1></st1>
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The crystal clear waters that flow through Lake Amaria <st1lace w:st="on"><st1></st1>are known for its astounding beauty and elegance. The waterfall which supplies pure water to the lake is elegantly decorated with the ever present rainbow that comes across the waterfall from the left and into the water itself. The sunlight which shines marvelously on the water’s surface makes up such a romantic scenario in which many couples were known to fall in love. Next to it, the imposing trees and mountains serve as a perfect addition to the <st1lace w:st="on">Lake</st1lace>’s environment, as if God itself has painted a beautiful scenario on the surface of the Earth. </st1lace>

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Next to the lake, there’s a mansion which belongs to the Fortia Regisheart Family. Inside of it, the young master of the mansion resides waiting patiently for the return of a lost love.

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The mansion, which is marvelously constructed with the finest wood and best materials around the world, is close enough to the waterfall and covers part of the wood surrounding Lake Amaria.<st1></st1>
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Also it has twenty rooms, all of them beautifully decorated with the finest furniture. The main hall has an elegantly built, wooden stairway with two dragons grabbing a shield with the insignia of the Regisheart Family at both sides of the base of the stairway. The second floor is much simpler, yet it retains the nobility that could be seen on the first floor. Five more room can be found here, as well as a study in which the best pieces of literature and renowned art around the world can be found, the master’s chambers which is the most elegant room of the mansion possessing the best signs of architecture, fine furniture, and such.
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First Impression: Maximilian is well known for his bad tendency to break close friendships quite easily due to his cold behavior. Not allowing anyone to get close enough to become his friend, Maximilian is most likely found alone starting at the floor with his emerald green eyes filled with sorrow.
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Even though his eyes can be seen filled with such deepening hatred towards everyone, Maximilian is not a bad man; instead he refuses to allow others to hurt his feelings. He was once betrayed and abandoned by his friends, and now he doesn’t have the heart to bear such loss again.

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Appearance:
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Maximilian is a young man with an athletic build due to his military training since the tender age of 13. His hair is black and falls before his forehead covering the left side of his face and falls over his shoulders as well. His chin is thin, quite elfish and his eyes are lightly sharp. His eyebrows are thin and their color is silver white. His lips are thin and he rarely smiles main reason why he has always has that cold hearted expression on his face.

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Maximilian wears a chainmail made of both iron and silver which covers his torso underneath a white shirt made with the finest materials which are silk, gold and silver. He also wears a long red leather coat which he leaves opened to allow free movement during combat. This red leather coat has provides some protection to Maximilian’s shoulders due to the iron shoulder pads attached to it. The shoulder pads were coated with silver and many elegant designs of dragons and roses were marvelously carved on the surface of the shoulder pads.
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Maximilian wears black silk pants while wearing light chain leggings underneath to provide some protection to his legs. Chains and emblems are attached to Maximilian’s belt, one of them being the necklace once worn by Maximilian’s eternal love, Lady Dareisha.

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His boots are made of dark brown leather with some silver plates covering Maximilian’s feet in order to provide some protection against possible attacks towards his lower body.

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The sheath of his sword is attached to the left side of his belt while his dual silver handguns are kept inside his leather coat, one in the left and the other in the right.
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He also wears white gloves which provide some protection against scratches made by swords and other sharp objects.

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Distinguishing Characteristics: Maximilian always carries a red rose which he holds elegantly near his chin with his left hand. Also he wears a silver necklace which has the insignia of the Regisheart Family, a dragon surrounding with it wings a shield carved with the initials of Maximilian’s Family name “FR”. Also he wears a silver ring on his left hand with the engraving “Aeternus amoris pora mihi angelus, Dareisha” which means “Eternal love for my angel, Dareisha”. (My first attempt to write in Latin, I sure hope I did well if not, I sure hope Angelus Mortis doesn’t kill me for doing an horrible mistake XD)

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Hobbies: Even though he has the responsibility to watch over the Regisheart Household and his family’s mansion, Maximilian has the time to dedicate himself to reading fine pieces of literature, art, and poetry. He is also known for his fine swordsmanship skills and for most likely to be found near flower fields in which roses can be seen.

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Personality: Maximilian is quite cold hearted and a loner since he has the tendency to confine himself deep within the loneliness of his study. Never allowing anyone to get deep inside his heart, Maximilian’s soul is like a garden left to dry due to the harshness of life. His friends have long since abandoned him, one of the main reasons he cursed “love” and “friendship” due to the large amount of suffering he had to endure after he was forced to get separated from his eternal love, Dareisha.
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A deepening hatred threatens to eat away his soul, and Maximilian fears the sole idea of becoming a living dead, lacking both happiness and feelings, the things that makes him human. During the night, he cries bitterly when he remembers the happy moments he spent with “her” and to the idea of knowing that those moments are long since gone.

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Ambitions: His only ambition is to pursue his true happiness, his love fearing neither the price he must pay nor his fate as long as he is capable of feeling “true love” one last time before the end.

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Concerns/setbacks: Maximilian fears the sole idea of dying alone therefore he pursues happiness vehemently even though fate has not smiled to him and thus he is condemned to sorrow and regret.

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Likes: Maximilian enjoys a good conversation rather than a pointless battle. In the past he had countless conversations with his fiancée but since he was abandoned unexpectedly by her, he shut himself up and refuses to open his heart once again.

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Dislikes: Loneliness, even though he can be quite contradictory because he fears the sole idea of dying alone, with no one left to miss him.

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Intelligence: He is quite intelligent and trusted by his late father as the only administrator of his family’s wealth. The Regisheart Household now enjoys a period of greatness and nobility that could be compared to the life of the Royal Family.

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History: Since he was born, Maximilian was destined for the greatness. Being part of one of the wealthiest families, Maximilian was trained by the best warriors and was tutored by the greatest of scholars. As a result, he became highly intelligent and had many objectives such as becoming a renowned scholar since the tender age of 11. Even though he was raised as a king, Maximilian’s heart was empty and his soul was dry.

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He never had the chance to make any friends thus becoming a cold hearted young man. Suddenly he meets his “true” friends at the age of 16, and among these friends he fell in love with Dareisha. Sadly, he never had the chance to confess his love to her before she was sent to another state. Tormented by his lack of courage and the hatred he felt towards his cowardice, Maximilian entered a state of self destructive mood. His friends were forced to leave him behind due to life issues and thus causing much sadness to Maximilian. As a result, Maximilian blames himself for not being able to confess his love to Dareisha and bid farewell to his friends.

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In a desperate search for answers of why he was not able to fully express his feelings, Maximilian cursed himself, “love” and “friendship, and ended up sealing his sad fate, to walk alone without feeling “true love” once again.

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Abilities:
==Main Ability: Final Judgment==
*”Destruere illas catenas quid nos aptare” /”Destroy the chains that bind us”: Allows Maximilian to unleash one of the following attacks while using a large amount of magic.

====Dictum ====
“Angelus de ille Finalis” (Angel of the End, my second attempt to write in Latin XD)

Maximilian picks a rose from the ground and tenderly kisses it while closing his eyes. Suddenly his surroundings are engulfed by deep pitch black darkness. From within the darkness Maximilian’s eyes glow deep emerald green while he smiles. The light of the fool moon cuts through the darkness illuminating both Maximilian and his opponent (s). Eventually Maximilian unsheathes his blade and runs past his opponent(s), swinging his sword several times in a burst of anger, aiming his attacks accurately at his enemy (enemies). Out of the darkness, a gigantic blade rises from the shadows and slices through them while Maximilian jumps high into the air and deals countless shots with his dual handguns. In the end he falls on the ground, picks the rose once again and tenderly kisses the rose while the darkness clears out revealing the recent massacre.

“Rosa Mortis” (rose of death)
Maximilian picks his rose and tenderly smells it while smiling. After starting coldly towards his opponents, Maximilian tosses the rose towards his opponent(s), unsheathes his sword and deals a devastating diagonal shockwave that cuts through the rose and pierces his enemy (enemies).

“Redemptionis: Ille Grandis Finalis”” (Redemption. The Great Finale)

Maximilian stares at the ground while a single tear flows from his right eye and falls on the ground. Then he raises his head slowly starting coldly towards his enemies. In a release of everlasting rage, Maximilian picks a rose from the ground and kisses it while pronunciating the name of his lost love.

“Please forgive me….I can’t bear the suffering of living without you. Here and now I cast away my life and sentence my enemies to have a taste of eternal horror and sorrow.”

After this, Maximilian unsheathes his sword with his right hand and draws one of his handguns with the other. Then he rushes towards his enemies in a burst of emotions and slashes fiercely towards all of them, unleashing a powerful barrage of attacks randomly with his weapons.

In the end, exhausted and with not a single drop of energy left, Maximilian releases and inhuman howl and unleashes a devastating horizontal shockwave by swinging his sword from left to right. After that he quickly aims his gun his enemy and pulls the trigger, thus releasing a powerful fireball which consumes everything in a cataclysm of flames.

Finally he falls on his knees, and stares sadly at the ground while the last ounce of strength abandons him. Suddenly the memory of his reunion with his lost love flashes through his mind and then he faints.


Other Abilities:

*Dual Wielding: Allows Maximilian to dual wield weapons such as swords and guns. Though his expertise is similar to his brother-in-law Julius, Maximilian is better than him in terms of swordsmanship.

*Eye of Wisdom: allows Maximilian to understand ancient texts and scriptures. It also provides Maximilian with the power to see farther than any normal human at the cost of some magical strength.

*Hidden Power: Maximilian’s hidden power as a mage allows him to cast powerful magic, though his power is slightly weaker than Julius Argexis’ spell casting abilities.


*Book of Wisdom: Maximilian’s enchanted book includes most of the spells that were forbidden a long time ago by the ancients. Though he was not a master mage himself, the blood of ancients and his hidden power allowed Maximilian to learn the ancient wisdom hidden within the pages of this old book. The book was written in Latin, main reason why the spells must be pronounced in this language in order to fully unleash their powers.

“Flamma Antiqŭus” (Ancient Flame) : allows Maximilian to call upon the powers of fire to cast a powerful wall of flames to shield him against enemy attacks. The wall fades after enduring a small amount of time.

“Ferox Infernum” (Fierce Inferno) : allows Maximilian to call upon the powers of fire to cast a powerful wave of fire. The wave takes the form of a gigantic sword heading towards Maximilian’s opponents. The sword is then swung mindlessly several times and disappears after a few moments.

“Pluvĭa de Vita” (Rain of life) : allows Maximilian to call upon the power of water and unleash a healing rain which replenishes his strength. The rain also slowly heals Maximilian’s wounds and the regenerating effect disappears after a few minutes.

“Parāre Tempus” (Stop Time) : allows Maximilian to call upon the powers of time to slow all movement around him in order to dodge attacks which would be nearly impossible to avoid normally. The effects last for mere seconds.


“Relampadāre Terribilis” (Terrible Lightning) : Maximilian unleashes the powers of lightning to cast a powerful thunderstorm upon his enemies. The spells randomly aims to the nearest enemy and it remains as an active spell for a 30 seconds.


“Sphata de Gelum” (Sword of Ice) : with the powers of ice, Maximilian freezes all water based spells around him and uses them to create a powerful attack resembling a huge sword. The sword is then used to strike the ground freezing everything around him. The effect of the spell lasts a few seconds and is mainly used against slow enemies.


“Anĭma Immortālis” (Immortal Soul) : allows Maximilian to summon a powerful magical shield with the powers of light and darkness. The shield protects him against elemental spells.

“Lux Divīnus” (Divine Light) : a powerful light is summoned from the heavens to illuminate the area. Also the spell has a devastating harmful effect on the creatures of darkness.

“Iudicĭum Obscūrus” (Dark Judgment) : a pitch black darkness surrounds the nearby areas and absorbs light based energies. Also the spell has a devastating harmful effect on creatures whose elemental attribute is light.

“Iudicĭum Finālis” (Final Judgment) : Maximilian’s most powerful spell. With the powers of light and darkness, Maximilian summons twelve magical swords, six swords of light and six swords of darkness, which remain spinning around Maximilian. Suddenly the swords begin to spin fiercely around Maximilian and then they head towards the heavens and come rushing down towards his opponents. The swords keep swinging wildly until they fade away after a one minute.

 

[Hera Ledro]

OOC: LOL Julius, you didn't have to post it here All you have to do is post a link to the page and say which one you're using

Either way, that's fine. Post whenever

 

[Dean Winchester]

*Let's see how good I can do. I still need to sharpen my rping.*

Dark times were upon us, the greed of men turned the dreams of many into shattered pieces of what we humans call "hope". Helpless as humans were, their own doom was foretold since the beginning of this race, for its own selfishness would turn against them. The many and the few, some willing to fight for justice and others just leading normal lives with what little happiness they have, while there are those who rule a world with tyranny under a false mask of democracy. One of the few, a young man that we will call "Maximilian" stood against all unfairness for goodness' sake, for he too was a victim of these vile men. Even though born in wealthiness, Maximilian could not avoid feeling guilty for being part of an aristocracy that sought only their own personal gain regardless of what happened to the others.

As he walked, having cast aside his tittle and position, Maximilian constantly thinks about that this quest he set himself to accomplish, would not be easy. He would first require strength, not the kind of strength we can obtained from being born from an ancient race or obtained by rigorous training, but the strength of soul and heart, to gain an iron will and pure heart. Yet his heart would never be pure, for imperfection, an enemy we might call "sin", preys on every dark corner, luring us to follow the path of evil. He will, however, remain as untarnished as possible. Days passed, he crossed mountains, rivers, towns and villages, but finally ended within an ancient forest, the other part of the road lead to a nearby desert. As he ventured these uncharted lands, feeling the grass and earth flatten under his heel, Maximilian sensed an spiritual energy seemingly pure of mortal corruption. Drawn to the inexplicably, compelled to seize the knowledge obtained from investigating this phenomenon. His eyes slightly closed as he felt the rays of the sun caressing his skin, unprotected now by the greenish and lively forest. His eyes partially opened, he found what would soon be his opponent....

 

[Hera Ledro]

Jake stared off to the northern forests. He could see a black speck emerge from the gigantic trees. Squinting a little to block the sunlight, Jake noticed the man. Five miles could really fuzz things up.

He needed a better view. In a blaze of fire, Jake transformed into his Dragon form. His red and black scales shone in the sunlight, and the golden part of his wing membrane glimmered, reflecting rays onto the sand and grass.

His eyesight was now improved, and Jake could make out clearly a person standing at the edge of the forest. Though he couldn't make out a face, he felt as though the person was staring at him. Jake shivered; it gave him the chills.

Who was this man, and why did he feel so powerful? Jake fingered the handle of the Soul Shredder, sheathed on his back, and then thought better of it. There was something about this man, something that made Jake think that he would be a good challenge. There was also an aura about the man...Jake couldn't quite put his finger on it, but the man seemed drawn and faded, as though he'd been through a lifetime of suffering. This wasn't based on sight, that was only part of it, but Jake could just feel something about the man.

Maybe he was just being reckless, but he felt he should go and greet the man, weapons down. He flew. It wasn't very slow, he crossed the first mile in less than a minute in the air. However, unlike most creatures with wings, Jake didn't use his to fly. He simply wrapped them around his body, allowing greater speed and less resistance, using his energy to propel him and his tail as a rudder if need-be.

It only took Jake a few more minutes to cross the distance and land in front of the man. He was astounded by his appearance, but he wouldn't say anything. The only thing he noted was that the man seemed to have been noble, and that shadow still hung about him. But, Jake was right, the man seemed to have been through an eternity of suffering. This did not seem to be reflected in the eyes, though, for the man's eyes were as hard as any Jake had ever seen.

He decided to introduce himself. Hera would expect it of him, anyways. Jake held out a claw, and said, "Hey, the name's Jake. What's up?"

 

[Dean Winchester]

Maximilian turned to the source of that voice, and it ended up being some sort of dragon warrior. Intrigued by this being and highly suspicious of it, Maximilian held the hilt of his sword without drawing it, setting himself on a defensive pose. The wind around him began to blow, his hair moved by the air currents around him. The leaves of the trees fell and were also carried by the wind. A serious expression could be seen on his face. With distrust he replied, as if the years of suffering had made him suspect that anyone could be a possible enemy.

"The name is Maximilian...what manner of creature are you? I hope not a servant of the darkness, for I shall strike you down where you stand."

 

[Hera Ledro]

Jake backed away slightly. This man was definitely a powerful fighter, even Jake could not deny that. But, more than anything, it was the man's aggressive attitude and preparation to fight that disconcerted Jake the most.

He'd already been able to tell that the man seemed to have a hard life, that much was evident from his appearance. However, Jake had failed to think of how this might make him aggressive. Mentally, he berated himself for not thinking of that.

"Uh..." Jake looked at his hand and withdrew it. "I'm a...well, I guess I can't say I'm a human when I look like this, right? I'm a Dragon." At this, Jake poked his chest with his right thumb. "And what, my black stripes make me look that evil, do they?" Jake had always thought that they added a certain mystique to his appearance, though not a significant one. He was surprised that somebody thought him 'evil.' At least, that's what it seemd like when the man had asked him about the 'servant of darkness' thing.

Holding up his hands beside his head, Jake closed his eyes and turned his head down and to the left a little. It was a peaceful gesture. "Hey, I ain't evil. I've been fighting the evil. What about you?" Jake put his hands down and looked at the Maximillian thoughtfully. "You look like you've been through hell, man, what happened?"

 

[Dean Winchester]

"My life is of no concern to you dragon, only I am the one responsible to go on with my sins. Let your mind not be stained by my madness. The oracle said that it was at this point where God would pass judgment on my soul. I believe you are the one who will carry on that task...."

Maximilan inhaled some air and then exhaled, as if he were preparing for a possible confrontation against this being. He tightened the grip of his sword, he could feel the friction between his glove and the leather covering the hilt of his rapier. A small drop of sweat ran over his forehead, passed by his cheek and fell on the ground. He stared at his opponent, who was clearly a force to reckon. Patiently, he channeled some of his spiritual energy within the very core of his sheathed blade, awaiting for the right moment to unleash it. The materials of his sheath concealing his sword began to glow pale reddish black, and began to intensify in aura and color by the second. "Mark my words...I will not fall that easily...even if the odds are against me..." the man spoke with bold words, soon he closed his eyes and sighed. "Very well....let this begin!!!!" Maximilian performed a somersault jump, spinning in 360 degrees away from his opponent and while in mid air he unsheathed his sword and unleashed 3 consecutive slashes that created 3 waves of energy released from the very core of his sword. With each swing, the earth shackled and the wind was cut by the force of the attack. This had drawn about 1/4 of his energy reserve, meaning that he would not be able to cast any more magic immediately (after your 2nd post)

 

[Hera Ledro]

"WHOA!" Jake yelled. He barely had time to get his sword out before Maximillian attacked him. He swung his sword, flat forward, and blocked the first two energy slashes. The attacks pushed him back in the grass, an accomplishment that few could claim.

Jake was no fool, though. Calling upon his lessons, he used the second energy wave's force to push him to the right, dodging the third one altogether. Jake was amazed. Not even Hera Ledro could have (or would have) attacked him so ferociously and powerfully. Hera was one of the few people Jake knew who could pose him a significant challenge.

Well, Jake though, taking a small breath, Gramps did say that anybody could be as powerful as us...

Jake looked at Maximillian and said, "What's the deal? What was that for?" He huffed. "Fine. If it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get. I hope you're ready..."

Jake crouched slightly, getting into an offensive position. His scales rustled slightly as he bent, his right knee facing his opponent. Jake held his sword in front of him, alongside his face. Jake stared down the golden blade, pointing at his foe, and frowned. "Well, let's see what you've got..."

With a roar, Jake jumped forward, unleashing four consecutive slashes towards his foe, to the head, torso, neck, and waist respectively. The sword may have been light, but Jake was no weakling; with him behind the blade, it could do some major damage.

 

[Shadowfaith]

(OOC- I'm going to join with Kalima!:

http://www.finalfantasyforums.net/showthread.php?t=17321)

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From a distance one would see nothing but falling snow, but if one concentrated hard enough they would have noticed an ice blue wolf jumping from rock to rock in pursuit of a little white rabbit. Its fur billowed in the icy wind as it stalked its pray, soon the pure white snow of the mountain base would be marred with the crimson blood of the innocent creature. But on this planet, Kali knew no other survival but to hunt and kill and with some of the beasts on this island, it was survival of the fittest and she knew she wasn’t the only intelligent life form on this planet. With one last pounce, Kali dub her claws into the rabbits back and the blood flew over her sharp claws, through her clean fur and down onto the pure white floor. The rabbit gave one last kick of its hind legs before it fell limp in her grasp.

Now was the tough decision. Was she going to have herself a nicely cooked rabbit or was she going to east it moist and raw?<o></o> <o> </o> Without further thought, she let her stomach to the talking and bit into the raw flesh, smearing the blood over her face and wolfing the juicy flesh down in monstrous gulps. She didn’t really like eating things in this manor, but she was too hungry to set up a fire and wait for the thing to cook. She had to keep moving, even though the icy mountains were her natural habitat, she really couldn’t bare staying in her wolf form for much longer and she was eager for some sort of human contact and she knew there to be others on this god forsaken planet, she had seen one not to long ago, who looked just as lost as she did. Upon gulping down the last she could of the flesh and leaving the fur and bones to rot on the ground and be buried under layers of snow, she dashed off, away from the snowy lands and towards the warmer parts of the planet. True her powers would weaken, but at least she would not depend on being in her wolf form to survive in the cold.<o></o> <o> </o>

She remained in her wolf form until she reached the grass lands. Her body crunched and rearranged just like she had seen her father’s do when his transformation from human to werewolf took place. She hated it, it didn’t hurt like her fathers had, but she could feel her bones moving and shrinking. It was uncomfortable and unnatural. She remembered her fellow students asking her if that when she turned into a wolf was there a flash of light and she was just…a wolf. She remembered laughing and telling them that that was only fantasy. The looks on they’re faces when she described the feeling was amusing. One even squirmed on the spot and had to leave to visit the toilet. She remembered turning her back and muttering ‘if only things were that simple’. Nothing ever was.<o></o>

<o></o>She continued to walk in a forward direction, her senses telling her that that was the better option. They were right. She stopped suddenly and bared her small fangs. There in the distance were two other life forms. Both stood on two legs, but neither was completely human. They were like her…magic users. She had been told that her small school in the mountains had not been the only ones that could use magic, but she never thoughts she would meet anyone else but them. She drew her sapphire encrusted Katana and stood there, looking at them and growling. Her eyes narrowed and her ears perked up. Tail stopped wagging and she slowly she began to move forward, Katana hung loosely in one hand at her side and her claws bore on the other hand.<o></o> <o> </o> She was happy to be entertained by these beings. It would soon be time to fight. It was survival of the fittest after all.<o></o>

 

[Dean Winchester]

(OOC: You have to ask Hera Ledro first)
"Oh mighty Fate, let my soul face death if it is the wish of the heavens. If not, grant me courage and strength...."

Maximilian had not even finished landing when Jake just unleashed a ferocious flurry of attacks. Four consecutive slashes aimed to specific parts of his body where threatening his life, and lacking the option of using a magical shield, Maximilian opted to attempt to dodge or at least block these attacks. Graciously he eluded the first one aimed to his head by ducking, the blade passed over his head by mere inches. Not having much time to jump and avoid the second, Maximilian avoided the second attack aimed to his torso by stepping back two feet away, the blade missing by mere centimeters. The attacks continued, now the targets were his neck and waist. Maximilian succeeded in parrying both attacks with the tip and center of his blade, but the last attack was too much for him to bear and ended up setting him off balance, thus pushing him flying away, his back crashed against the soft soil. Even though the word was silent witnessing their deadly encounter, Maximilian could hear within his soul the rhythm of a song.

All I've ever wanted was destiny to be fulfilled
It is in my hands, I must not fail, I must not fail

Even through the darkest days
This fire burns always
This fire burns always

This is the broken ground
Misery begins to rise
Turn away from yesterday
Tomorrow's in my eyes (Oh!)

Nevermore to be held down
By the wings against me
Nevermore to be cast aside
This day is mine

He rose to his feet, a little sore due to the impact he endured, but he could still keep up this battle to its last consequences. Maximilian removed part of the dirt and dust from his trench coat, and then readied his sword once again. The time was against him, for a human like him it would be difficult to keep up a long drawn out battle with a being that excelled in swordsmanship and that could also fly. Even how much the fire within his soul burned with resolve and a courage that kept him standing, he was realistic about the fact that he was at disadvantage.
Even through the darkest days
This fire burns always
This fire burns always

Nevertheless, he knew he was not going to let this Jake win so easily, he could bet his soul on it. "I will not back down..." Maximilian closed his eyes as he took an offensive stance, standing with his left shoulder facing Jake, his knees slightly bent and his right hand tightly holding the hilt of a blade he aimed at Jake.

I will not be denied in this final hour
I will not be denied, this day is mine
This passion inside me is burning is burning
This passion inside me is burning is burning
Without awaiting for his opponent to gain any more advantage, Maximilian lead a full scale assault on Jake. As he sprinted, the wind blew passing by his side, the leaves carried by the air were sent to the skies and he could feel the gentle touch of sunlight on his skin. Soon he found himself at Jake's sword range, and knew he would expose himself to be attacked though he did not gave into fear. Maximilian, wielding his sword with dignity, leaped towards Jake performing three sword slashes, these aimed to Jake's left claw, head and right leg.

Even through the darkest days
This fire burns always (always)
This fire burns (fire burns) always
Always (always)

 

[Hera Ledro]

OOC: Sorry, Shadowfaith, this is a 1v1 battle. If you'd like, we can have a battle in another thread. PM me your choice or start up a battle

IC: Jake was grimly satisfied to see that his attacks were not worthless; at least he did some damage. The man was dusting off, but it wasn't long before he recommenced his attacks.

The man executed a string of attacks, extremely quick. Jake caught the full power of the first one, and he grunted loudly as the sword made a small gash in his hand. He was quicker for the next one (it was aimed at his head, after all), and blocked it. With a mighty heave, Jake jumped back and into the air, the final strike narrowly missing his right talon.

Jake flipped and landed, crouched down with his left hand planted on the ground. He eyed his opponent, perfectly aware of the fine line of blood which trickled down the sides of his planted hand. He's not bad, Jake thought. Hey, he might actually give me a good fight. Well, I suppose I'll just have to kick it up a notch.

He decided to voice his thoughts aloud. "Heh, you've got some skill, man. I guess I'll have to fight seriously, then." Jake stood up and threw his sword off to the side. He gave his opponent an amused look. "I'll fight with no weapons; the Soul Shredder slows me down a bit anyways." Jake was no fool; this fight would require as much speed as possible.

His scales were as tough as any armour. The only thing that really gave him the cut last time was the positioning of Jake's hand; it allowed for Maximillian's sword to run against the scales.

Jake cracked his long neck and stretched out his wings before looking at his foe again. "Well," he said thoughtfully, "I'm not going to fight to kill. You don't seem to be evil, so...well, yeah." Alright, that was just lame, Jake thought privately. Hmph. I've really got to work on smart-ass stuff.

Stretching out his legs, Jake asked, "How do you want to do this? I can...hold on." Jake took the sword that he'd stuck in the ground and threw it back towards the epicentral rock. It landed almost a hundred feet away, the blade quivering as it stuck into the ground.

"There, now that that little temptation is out of the way, what d'you say we get down to the fight?" He eyed his foe, waiting for him to make the first move. Jake had been waiting for a challenge, anyways.

 

[Dean Winchester]

(WTF? Now the staff are going all DBZ? I wonder if I should change my name...but what if a nOOB steals my name? )

Noticing that his opponent discarded his weaponry, Maximilian thought of this as some sort of strategy that could come up revealing a perilous outcome. Now his opponent's speed was enhanced, as if flying wasn't much already. Seeing his surroundings, he was that he had the forest behind him, trees to hide and counter attack, and the sands of the desert before him. He knew that one of his attacks was successful, for he saw Jake's blood on the tip of his sword. "His waiting for me to make the first move" Maximilian thought, seeing that performing a close attack would be hardly difficult knowing that Jake had the advantage in air. Suddenly he realized, that his magic energy was already replenished, so he was able to perform another enchantment before consuming his energy again and having to wait for some time (2 of Goten's posts again). Just when he was about to cast the spell, Maximilian realized that if he awaited perhaps, a bit more, he could unleash one of his most devastating attacks, which would require all of his energy reserves. He knew that most of his low magic consumption abilities were defensive spells, so waiting without finding away to get shorten the distance without endangering his own life would be risky.

"I sense pride within your soul....do not let it blind you or you shall surely fall..."don't underestimate your opponents"....that's what my father used to say..."

Maximilian quickly noticed that the wind carried a thick cloud of dust towards him, and he sensed this as an opportunity to send a long range attack. By using his blade to create an air current and push the dust towards Jake, Maximilian sheathed his sword and then drew it unleashing a powerful diagonal swing from left to right. The attack sent a powerful gust that carried the sands caught by the wind towards Jake.

 

[Hera Ledro]

OOC: Heehee, we're doing a DBZ theme XD You should join up Don't worry, I'm still Hera/Jon.

IC: "He's joking, right?" Jake muttered. He stared, unconcerned at the quickly approaching sandstorm. 1 second, 2 sec - now!

With a roar, Jake slammed his forward foot on the ground, opening his hand-claws and raising them skywards. In response, a fair-sized stone wall came up from the ground. It wasn't perfect; the wind that got around it blasted Jake a few inches back, but it helped him to negate the brunt of the force. It didn't come without cost, either; this took a small toll of energy from Jake. Not significant, but enough to make him draw in breath a little quicker than normal.

He released the earth, and the wall crumbled back into the ground, showering the grass with dirt. Some of the sand had gotten into his mouth, so he spit it out. "Ptouie! Ugh, sand in the mouth." He stuck his long tongue out and wiped it clear of the sand with a single swoop of his claw.

Jake looked at his opponent curiously for a moment. From what he'd seen, this man seemed to be primarily a Wind-fighter. His attacks were speedy, and seemed to make excellent use of the winds.

Guess that means I'll have to be fast, too, Jake thought. "Alright, time to see what this guy is really made of..." Without further warning, Jake jumped at his foe. He opened his mouth and let out a column of fire, aimed straight at the man. When he was within melee range, he cut off the fire and let out a series of punches: one to the man's shoulder and three to the man's head. With the latter attacks, he sent one to the right of the head, one to the left, and one to the centre, in an attempt to box him in.

 

[Dean Winchester]

OOC: No thanks, I refuse to be Burta

IOC:

His opponent was to fast for him, and he realized it perhaps too late. No matter how fast, a human wouldn't be able to evade those attacks, and taking several direct hits would be a terrible idea. "Parare Tempus!!!" A blinding light engulfed Maximilian as his speed was greatly increased, allowing him to evade most of the attacks. Nevertheless, Jake's speed still was greater than his, ending up landing a successful hit on Maximilian's torso that sent him crashing against a sand dune. The sand covered all his body and he felt the pressure of gravity on his chest as if it were crushing his ribs. His sword was sent flying high and it landed clearly on a stone piercing it and standing still. Suddenly the sword began to glow, the earth shock and a wounded Maximilian came out from a possible sand grave and landed on the sand. Blood splattered all over his face, cuts and bruises on arms and shoulders, his clothes were ragged and torn exposing his left shoulder and right forearm. Maximilian grasped the hilt of his sword and pulled it from the stone, as he quickly took a defensive pose.
"I...." coughing blood and panting "will not give up..." His eyes widened as he drew back his blade, energy gathered within the core of the sword's steel. "Ferox Infernum!!!" Maximilian bent his knees and then stretched his legs propelling himself towards Jake in an attempt to make a Kamikaze attack. While in mid air he channeled the energy he summoned within his blade and unleashed the a ferocious wave of flames. The wave took the form of a gigantic, double edged, sword that headed towards Maximilian's opponent. As if it had a will of its own, the blade of flames unleashed a flurry of attacks, seven slashes aimed to Jake's legs, hands, arms, head and torso. Maximilian landed safely on the soft sands, not knowing his opponent's condition. Clearly worn out, Maximilian fell on one knee and coughed convulsively as he kept spitting blood on the sand. He felt dizzy due to the blood loss, his body demanded rest yet he kept pushing himself beyond human limitations. "God...grant me strength...for the last time....." he slammed his fist against the ground, bursting in tears of frustration, anger and hatred consuming his heart as the time passed. Soon he felt his body restored with a new found motivation, at least to the point of standing on his feet to take him on. His clothes and skin stained by his own blood, all his bones ached due to the damage they had to endure. "I'll shatter the chains that bind my soul. No matter how much the odds are against me....even if I am standing against the very beings that once ruled the Earth....I WILL NOT GIVE UP!!!"

 

[Hera Ledro]

Jake was surprised. He hadn't intended to do so much damage. In fact, he specifically held back so as to not cause too much damage. Grimacing, he thought, I'll have to watch my strength. I don't want to kill him. It wasn't long before the man attacked. And it was ferocious.

Jake almost yelped aloud from seeing his opponent use such a powerful attack. He blocked several of the speedy attacks from the firey blade with his forearms, all the while thinking, Whoa! This guy knows how to fight! Holy crap! Jake ducked a swipe to his head and parried the sword with his tail.

I'm going to have to end this quickly, Jake thought. I'll hold back, but not too much. He looks like he's ready to fall flat right now.

Jake jumped backwards into the sky, floating high. He had deep cuts in his arms and legs from trying to block the attack. It was fortunate that it was a firey attack; Dragon scales had a bit more resistance to them than other elements. Not enough though, Jake though grimly. Cuts riddled his arms and legs. It hurt, too. Not enough for Jake to stop fighting, but enough to make him think twice and catch his breath before rushing in again.

And then he did it. With a roar, Jake transformed. It wasn't that noticeable; the only difference was that his muscles bulged a little more, and his usually-colourless aura turned to a deep gold. The appearance was deceiving, however; his strength had doubled, as well as his speed and energy. He was also much more ruthless now. Every trace of holding back had become erased from his mind.

"No more holding back," he muttered. He moved so fast that even he could barely tell that he was a blur. He shot downwards, floating a few feet above the ground. "Arc Lightning!" he roared. It only took a split second for him to manipulate the electrical balance around his palms and his opponent.

The electricity sparked between his fingers. He held it for a few seconds, making sure to build up some energy before he loosed it. With a wave of his hand, Jake sent the lightning towards his foe. It remained connected to Jake, but the electricity itself shot after Maximillian. Maximillian was on the ground, Jake was in the air; Maximillian would make the perfect conduit for the electricity.

 

[Dean Winchester]

"Think again..." Maximilian knelt to grab a small pebble and seconds before the arc of lightning stroke the earth, Maximilian jumped with all his effort as a way from the ground as he could landing on a huge rock. This also took is toll on Maximilian for he coughed more blood. Nevertheless, he cleaned the blood splattered on his face with ragged clothes hanging from his left shoulder. He knew that the arc of lightning would come after him, so in an attempt to knock Jake off his concentration, Maximilian hurled the small pebble he had picked before towards Jake's face. It wouldn't do any significant damage but he hoped it to surely annoy Jake to the point of losing his focus Now seeing that his opponent underwent a sudden transformation, it was clearly that Maximilian needed to do something and fast if he he wanted to keep fighting.

 

[Hera Ledro]

Jake let the electricity go. It would attack the spot where he'd manipulated the air, anyways, and there was no point in expending his energy to attack nothing. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the pebble shooting at him. It was nothing for him to tilt his head to avoid it. It was only a small rock. It was thrown accurately, though, as Jake felt it whiz by his ear, where his snout had been not a second before.

"You're going to have to do better than that if you want to beat me," Jake said cooly. "I'm not as slow and weak as I was before. Now," Jake got into an offensive stance again. His left leg was placed forward, bent at the knee, with his right in a similar position behind him. This was called the 'horse stance.' He flexed his right claw and brought it beside his head, his left claw flexed and extending out. His hands were in the 'scorpion stance.'

And he flew. With a powerful launch of the legs, Jake shot after Julius, sending out 2 attacks: a punch to the gut with his left hand and a jab, claws open, to the left shoulder with his right claw.

 

[Dean Winchester]

*Maximilian lol Deja Vu*

Having eluded a close call, Maximilian readied his sword and defense for another attack from Jake. He knew that, if given the opportunity, Jake's talons would surely reduce him to shreds.

"This is not looking good"

Maximilian sighted an incoming offensive Jake. As soon as he was close to Jake, Maximilian parried the punch to the gut with the center of his blade, steel clashing against hardened scales. The second attack however, was too fast to be eluded and even though Maximilian avoided maximum damage by stepping away from Jake, he still had to endure the tip of Jake's claws slightly slashing his left shoulder, leaving superficial marks on his flesh. Maximilian swallowed his pain as he made an all out attack, heading forward and shortening the distance between them. When Jake was at sword's range, Maximilian unleashed three clean slashes aimed in the following sequence, downward slash to the head, a powerful lunge towards Jake's torso and a ferocious sword swing from right to left towards Jake's right forearm.