First Encounter...(Closed)

[Mutant_Lorenor]

Being a member of the Corone Armed Forces had its benefits. Now employed and working part-time as a Monk, the mutant was busy. These days there was always full mobilization with the cadet forces of the legions vast. It was a Wedneday afternoon when Lorenor suddenly found himself faced with the lonely life of the after hours. Wandering through the various districts of Radasanth proper, the mutant found himself facing the Citadel's structure. As a member of the C.A.F. the mutant could finally come and go as he pleased having earned his worth to the Corone Empire. Secretly, the mutant hated the Empire, but in the open, he was another loyal lapdog. Blindly following the gold piece to his heart's content. Black as night, the mutant's heart was focused on the next mission at hand. When he found himself faced with the after hour burdens of off-duty the mutant trained. And he trained hard. Walking up towards one of his fellow monks of the order, Lorenor folded his arms across his chest. These days, he no longer wore the outfit of the Red Hand. Now, the mutant wore the outfit of the Corone Armed Forces.

One phase of his life had ended, and another phase of his life had begun. He wore the outfit of a cadet. The suit was a civilian outfit that was royal blue in hue. Upon his chest was etched the symbols of the Corone Armed Forces, the feather, and the sword. Lorenor looked at the monk for a long moment before stating his business. "I am here for more training." The mutant said casually. "I'd like an Arena set up." Lorenor said, and looked at the monk after ward. The monk chuckled in an earnest response. "You do not require anymore training. You are past the rank of Neophyte."

Lorenor shook his head at that statement. "The warrior is only as good as the hand that wields the sword. I seek more training. You will provide." Lorenor said, a growl in his voice. The monk seemed genuinely taken aback. "We would never deny someone like yourself our services follower of N'Jal. I was speaking purely in jest." The mutant continued to listen to the monk's words. He shook his head. "Even so, the Civil War is being waged and Radasanth needs its heroes." That last part was spoken with a certain acid-edge in the mutant's voice. Lorenor realized that he'd maybe spoken a taboo and looked away from the monk.

"I need an arena. Bring me a suitable opponent." Lorenor said casually. "A suitable opponent? Do you seek a particular power level or will anyone suffice? Even a pup?" Hearing the retort in the monk's voice made Lorenor's eye twitch ever so subtly. The mutant looked up at the afternoon sky knowing that his powers were considerably weakened in the daylight hours. However, thanks to a special uniform he wore underneath his civilian attire, the mutant was a veritable day walker. Lorenor ignored the quip as he looked at the monk, keeping his arms folded across his chest. "Bring me an opponent. Even if I have to use this." Lorenor said, and placed his hand upon the grip of the Blade of N'Jal.

"Follow me." The monk said. By now, the mutant was a well-known individual who used the Citadel's resources at will. He had a salary as both a member of C.A.F. and a member of the order of Ai'Bron. The mutant walked through the various hallways of the Citadel never once pausing. He kept his attention focused on the monk at his side. "Sooner or later you will have to choose a side and end this charade of neutrality." As Lorenor walked, he noticed a group of youthful members of the Corone Rangers staring at the mutant angrily. The members of the two sides exchanged dirty looks but the Citadel was neutral grounds. "We remain neutral. The business of Corone proper is not the business of the Order."

"Those words are treasonous." The mutant said with that same acid edge in his voice. "Perhaps. But they are true words. Now then, you're arena. And do be careful not to damage your opponent too much like the last time." The monk said angrily. Feeling the anger more than he actually heard it, the mutant grinned. "I want my usual arena." He saw that the monk nodded. "Do you want Oni present?" Lorenor shook his head.

"Only Guardians as necessary."

"Done. Remember, your tactics will be analyzed for our purposes."

"I know the precepts by now. Just bring me someone to train against."

Lorenor said and entered the empty chamber. As he entered, the combat arena manifested itself. In a field of darkness, there was a single area set aside that was rather a large square platform that was one hundred feet by one hundred feet in every direction. There were no visible ceilings or walls. Voices passed through the Living Dark as the mutant entered the chamber and walked towards the platform. The platform seemed to float in space. There was nothing but a thick ink like void everywhere surrounding the platform. On the central most portion of the platform there was a large red circle etched on the ground. Etched with red paint, the symbols were dedicated to the god of war. Lorenor hated those symbols, but was forced to endure what the monks had for him. Seemingly wearing no armour, the mutant stepped on the platform and walked towards the center of the intricate symbol. Lorenor saw the open gateway that lead to the outside world and knew that it would be closed off as soon as his opponent arrived. The mutant felt presences manifest in the Living Dark. He saw many billions upon billions of eyes watching the event that was about to unfold.

"Sacrifice to the Guardians!"

Lorenor yelled, and the Guardians went into an uproar.

[Ultimate Weapon]

It was a bright and sunny Wednesday. Sun bright as can be and not a cloud in the sky. The wind was calm as can be. Buildings left and right bustling with public traffic shows that this town was a lively town and showed a lot of promise. Promise that one day, a man would rule this strange world with an adamant fist. He would strike any and all who oppose him no matter who they are to him. For this man could not care less about anyone. All this strange man wants is ultimate power. At any costs. Even if it costs him his life, He will go to that extent.

As Sefirosu stands outside of the town known as Radasanth, He stands taking notes of where all the shops are. The blacksmith where columns of black smoke can be seen rising from , the stables where it stinks of horse manure , the brothel to those who need to get there fix out, and the occasional gypsy store for those who believe in the whole palm reading. As this giant of a man walks down the road at a steady six foot even, everywhere he looks, someone is staring at him or drooling over him. For he had a silverish tint to his hair that made it look almost pure white. The hair itself was long enough to the point that it came down to the bottom of his back. His facial feature were almost inhuman. His eyes were ocean blue and looked almost like cat eyes. Matter of fact, that is what you could call them.

As for his outfit it is pure leather. An all black leather trench coat that reaches down to his knees. On his shoulders and upper forearms lay steel shoulder pads to protect his arms. His pants are the same way, pure leather. They are tight to the point that you could tell how firm and built his legs are. Now as for his feet, they are covered with leather combat boots that help reduce his walking noise. In his right hand he holds his only weapon, the Masamune blade. This blade is an astounding seven feet long with the handle being twelve inches long. This blade can only be used by him and no one else, due to the fact that this is a blade capable of unimaginable things once the power is unleashed. For now, no powers are available to Sefirosu.

So the giant steps into the gypsy store just for the fun of it. As he steps inside a strange woman looks up and sees him. Looking no more then maybe fifteen, she screams and runs into the next room. Seconds later an older looking woman appears. This woman could be the grandmother for god's sake. She looks that decrepit. She looks about maybe eighty years old and still kicking it.

“Ah, So you have finally made it here Sefirosu. Are you here to kill us or get your future told?” the woman speaks with an accent that is not familiar with. Sounds like she is insane honestly.
Sefirosu lifts his blade over his shoulder and closes his eyes and starts to laugh like a mad man.

“Old hag, I could not care less. All I want now is ultimate power. Where can I go to train ? Tell me now or I shall cut you down where you stand. “ The old woman then steps back and starts shaking like crazy and falls flat on her old and ancient behind.

“Uh... The best place to get stronger in this town is the Citadel. For you choose not who you fight, but more like where you fight. Plus, the monks who own the place have found a way to revive the dead so you never really die there. “ She says out of breath hoping that the info saves her neck.

Sefirosu smirks and walks back out the door; slamming it shut, rattling the store. He looks left and he looks right. Over all the heads of peasants that stand in his way he spots an ancient looking building.
He smiles widely and starts walking to this place. The wind picks up whistling around him; almost as if it was his guardian spirit. Blah, who believes in spirits anyway? As he steps to the front of the Citadel, he realizes that if he can control this place, He could make an unstoppable army under his control. He steps up and pushes the giant cedar wood doors wide open and sees something unexpected. The room us bustling with life. Humans, humanoids, reptiles, winged creatures galore. As he steps in, the doors shut behind him with a loud thud. He then made his way to what looked like a reception desk. As he steps toward it, he notices short men in robes. He speaks as he gets to the desk.

“Yeah. I want a challenge. I do not care who, preferably someone who is stronger then me. So give me a fight now.” is all that is said with a tone that says either do as I say or I shall smite you where you stand.

The strange man looks up at Sefirosu and smirks. “Yes sir. We have just the fight for you. I hope you do not mind fighting against the living dead. For your opponent deals with the living dead.” The monk says as he takes Sefirosu down a dark corridor filled left and right with doors. Each one with a different symbol on them. At the end of the hall directly in front of them stands a door way that stands an even at least ten foot high.

“Beyond this door lies the opponent you seek.” With those words of caution, the monk turns to leave and vanishes. Sefirosu smirks then kicks the doors wide open. Inside he sees torches and some strange arena. Looks as if it is floating, but this man could not tell; for it was filled with shadows all around. For a second there, he thought he heard someone yell “yeah” As he walks in, he hears some sort of cheering as the doors behind him shut and disappear only to be covered with shadows. As the door shuts, the room fills with silence. He grips Masamune tight and heads towards the torches and notices some sort of glyphs on the floor. Unable to tell what they are for, he brings Masamune to a defensive stance. Gripped with both hands tight as can be with the blade facing into the shadows not knowing what to expect....

[Mutant_Lorenor]

For a time, it seemed like eternity passed within the circle and the crowd went silent. Lorenor could feel the weight of silence pass on across time and space. The void moved across the Firmanent and Antifirmanent filling the mutant's vision with a swirling passage of oil-like substance that flowed everywhere. That was the Antifirmanent. Within the Antifirmanent, presences were visible to the mutant's sensory grid within twenty feet in every direction. Seeing the horde of the guardians all about, Lorenor studied the eyes that he could perceive in the far-off distance.

As time passed, the mutant sat in a meditative position. His chest moved up and down as he inhaled the Living Dark within his epidermis. Concentrating on the situation at hand, Lorenor did what he could to prepare for whatever the monks of the order would send his way. Lorenor sat there with three books in front of him, the chaos engine known as the Necronomicon. As he sat there, he chanted a mantra in a strange language known only to the Spider-Magi. Speaking in tongues, the mutant repeated the mantra that was written on the page in human blood, and etched on human flesh. Lorenor was reciting one of the many passages devoted to the worship of the dark lady known as N'Jal.

N'Jal, one of the Thayne of the Codex, was formerly exiled from Althanas. Due to recent events, she came crash-landing to Althanas and landed upon former Valinatal in Raiaera. The Dark Lady chose Lorenor as one of her sacred Spider Magi, and the rest was history.

Lorenor sat there on the platform, in deep meditation as he focused on everything that had happened to him of late. Joining the C.A.F. (Corone Armed Forces) was an event that happened unexpectedly to the mutant. He found allies within the Corone Armed Forces and began a journey to become one of the greatest Generals Corone had ever known. He wanted his glory to surpass the glory of the Master General.

Then, as Lorenor meditated, he felt something in the living dark. His senses were pulled inward as a particular presence touched both the Firmanent and Antifirmanent. What is this feeling? Lorenor thought as the Endless began to sing songs of joy within. His request had been fulfilled by those monks. Lorenor's eyes opened within the the well lit area that he sat upon, they gave off an amethyst glow. A short individual, the mutant's height was further revealed by the fact that he was sitting. He stood only at 5' even, but weighed an impressive two hundred pounds. Sensing the pull within his heart, Lorenor looked at the entrance and saw a presence manifest within the entrance. It was time. Lorenor closed his books, packed them up, and judged the power level of his opponent. Seeing that the weapon was made of pure steel, Lorenor immediately drew the Blade of N'Jal. There was a distinct ringing sound as the mutant drew his weapon. Powering up, the shadow-gem core began to glow and the blade became alive with an aura of darkness. Lorenor looked down at the blade for a moment, and then towards his opponent. He walked over towards the edge of the circle, place his stuff outside of the circle and slowly walked back to the center of the circle. He turned to face his foe who already stood in a defensive position.

"The name is Lorenor." Lorenor said calmly. "I am a member of the Corone Armed Forces." He continued. "If you are looking for a fight, you came to the right place."

[Ultimate Weapon]

As Sefiruso steps into the room, the first thing he notices is that the ground is hard. Not like he was expecting. To be honest he was expecting like a cemetary type arena. But this is gonna be a hard fight. Sefiruso stands firm with Masamune in his hands, gripped tight by both hands. His eyes scanning the arena for any sign of life. As he scans left and right he notices nothing but pure shadows. Just as he turns around, he notices or at least thinks it could be something or someone.

As he stands there he hears a calm yet eager voice speak something about Armed Forces and that this is the right place for a fight. "Well then, to be corteous I shall give my name. I am Sefirosu and my blade is Masamune." As he stands there gripping his blade not knowing what to expect. Time seems to slow for Sefiruso as he starts taking small noiseless steps toward the voice hoping to strike down the one who spoke. After he takes five short, quick steps he then turns to the outside as the glyphs start to glow. Not knowing what to expect, Sefirosu avoids the glyphs. Trying not to step on the glyphs he feels the ground starting to shake as the glyphs shine brighter and brighter untill there is now a barrier formed around the small arena.

The barrier forms a white barrier around the arena with no way of escape but to lose. But there in lies the problem. Sefirosu did not come here to lose. He came to seek power, and he would kill any in his way. Knowing that he may not get another chance, he starts running in a circle around the arena, hopefully giving him a glimpse at the one known as Lorenor. As he runs the ground beneath him starts kicking up behind him as the rubble hits the barrier causing it to light up where it is hit. The barrier lights up everytime a pebble hits it god knows how many times small rocks hits it. Sefiruso suddenly loses his footing and gets sent face first into the dirt. He tripped over his own footing.

As he slides against the ground, a dirt cloud of dust and rocks gets picked up and sent flying. Masamune laying about about five to six feet behind him flat on the ground. Sefiruso stumbles to his feet and looks for his blade. Unable to see in the dark at all, He uses his sense of touch and memory to hopefully find his blade. As he searches the large area, he swears on his life that if he loses cause this mistake, he will never forgive himself for that stupid move.

[Mutant_Lorenor]

A glowing light flickered across the Firmanent and then the Antifirmanent. He saw a grayish tone dance across the Antifirmanent. It caused a rippling movement through the dull-gray air. Lorenor observed the aura passing through the Antifirmanent for a moment before he blinked several times and focused on the Firmanent. Able to see the events going on in both the Firmanent and Antifirmanent at the same time, the mutant had a hyper-developed sensory grid that had a diameter of twenty feet in every direction. Seeing a bright barrier manifest from the symbols on the ground, the mutant understood that he was confined into the circle's diameter. The Firmanent housed physical reality, and it was there that he would observe most of the combat for the remainder of the battle. As Lorenor saw his opponent enter the circle, the man introduced himself nad he now had a name. Sefiruso. The mutant turned towards the Guardians for a moment as their general excitement/noise level quieted down. Lorenor observed the observers carefully from his distance, able to see the mass of the Guardians through the Antifirmanent.

Appearing as a large collective black smudge in time and space, the Guardians had a series of pairs of eyes that seemed to stretch forever. From the void that surrounded, Lorenor could feel a wind pick up when Sefiruso introduced himself. The wind carried with it a particular scent of blood and death. Observing the barrier for a moment as well, Lorenor covered his eyes to protect himself against the bright light he saw. Bright lights at the very least hurt his eyes.

Magical lights, caused some pain if they were holy in nature. This circle was not a holy barrier, but a containment circle. Lorenor reassured himself of that even as he was stepping on the etchings. Looking at his opponent now, he saw that the man opted to test the barrier out. Lorenor allowed him that moment. He was hesitating. From the close-ranged observation point, the mutant could see that Sefiruso was a handsome devil. He was a well-toned and large individual that appeared to be well-endowed. At least in Lorenor's opinion. Lorenor admired the long, platinum flowing hair. If the situation would allow it, Lorenor would attempt to bed Sefiruso for the handsome specimen that he was.

Then, suddenly, the mutant saw that Sefiruso lost his balance and fell to the ground. Is this a trick!? Lorenor thought to himself as he stared in his opponent's general direction. A moment of shock coursed through Lorenor's heart as he saw Sefiruso slide several feet away from his sword. Cursing silently to himself, Lorenor wondered if the monks had given him a warrior or a pup. Deciding what to do, the mutant gave Sefiruso ample opportunity time to get his act together. "You can't be serious kid?!" Lorenor asked of the pup that was sent to his combat arena. "Get up man, the Monks are watching us. You don't want to embarrass yourself on an outing in the Citadel. You've left yourself completely open. That's not a good way to start up a match. Anybody else besides me would have killed you already." Lorenor held his weapon in hand as a precaution. He walked calmly over to Sefiruso's position. Kneeling down, the mutant extended hi hand towards Sefiruso's person. Lorenor held the blade away from Sefiruso, but could wield it at a moment's notice. His face appeared emotionless as he attempted to help Sefiruso stand up.

"Take my hand man. Swallow your pride. I just want us to have a good time with this match."

[Ultimate Weapon]

As Sefirosu stood on his bent knee, slightly scratched up and the other leg flat on the ground he hears foot steps. unable to do anything he scours the area looking for the source. At last he finds the source. His opponent, the one called Lorenor.HE obviously is not human. For he does not have a human colored skin. His skin is darker then dark. He looked like an elf, just not so beautiful. His eyes Lorenor stood about near Sefirosu's heaight if not shorter. In his hand was a blade. Pointed away from Sefirosu, Lorenor steps up to him and holds out his hand. Sefirosu looks to him. The man looks as if he feels nothing at all. A balnk face that shows no emotions is all that Sefirosu saw as the man spoke.

"Take my hand man. Swallow your pride. I just want us to have a good time with this match." Was all the stange man said. Sefirosu smirks as he closes his eyes and takes the mans hand. Sefirosu stands and looks for his blade, hoping that it would be at least partly visable. Wiping the dust from his suit, Sefirosu then walks back towards the way he slid, obvious by the trail of rubble left in his slip and slide fun. Fun. Well some would call it that, but Sefirosu called it a blunder that may cost him this fight.

"God fricking motherf****r. How in the high heavens did I lose my footing? God, I wanna just finish this and get the hell out of here." Sefirosu thinks to himself that this may be it for him after all; Obvious that Lorenor might have a few tricks up his sleeve that could kill him at any moment. Sefirosu stands a few feet to his left from Lorenor. Enough to know when and how he will strike; if he uses that blade at all. Otherwise Sefirosu is in a jam. Then Sefirosu turns to the left slowly taking care to watch for his blade. Feeling around with his feet as well, Sefirosu feels his blade. He drops down on one knee and grips the blade; quickly pulling back due to the fact that his hand got cut. Not a serious cut, just one that might end up causing him to lose.

He then reachs back down, towards the handle of the blade and grips it tight. He then quickly steps up and spins around. Now facing Lorenor to the challenge he wanted in the start. No more screw ups, no more mistakes. Sefirosu then makes a mad dash towards Lorenor closing the gap between them. Just as he gets within arms reach he slices verically across his chest then spins around and comes down for another slice horizantally. After that slice he takes a leap back a couple feet and readies for anything that can be expected.

[Mutant_Lorenor]

All over the attack, Lorenor saw that Sefirosu telegraphed what he was about to do. However, the man wielded an impressive weapon. Using quick analytical eyes to spot the material of the weapon, he knew it was steel. He knew it would hurt. Lorenor grinned at the thought of enduring more pain. Gripping the sword in his hand tightly, he positioned it so that he held it at an angle pointing to the ground. The blade's tip was just a few inches off the ground. He closed his eyes too, he didn't want to miscalculate any of the next few moments as they would be crucial to a win or a loss. And Lorenor knew he had been on a bit of a loosing streak of late thanks to the powers that be.

Then it happened. The man struck with the awesome length of his weapon, an impressive seven feet in length. Lorenor utilized his advanced reflexes and speed to full effect. Attacking in a horizontal fashion, his opponent made a quick maneuver to his general person. Lorenor anticipated the attack. He moved towards the attack acting upon his sado-masochist tendencies. Frowning ever so subtly, he felt the masamune taste his flesh and open up a big gash through his abdominal region. Then, the sword was pushed upward in a vertical slice that went all the way up towards his trapezius muscle region.

Flinching at the beautiful pain that coursed through his upper body, the mutant ran across the length of the giant sword. It was seven feet long, an elegant, but, clumsy weapon. As he moved, his opponent moved and the weapon made a slicing motion through his shoulder, where it ultimately ended up. Lorenor ran at his best speed, a total of fifty miles per hour. He ran quickly and the masamune sword bit the mutant terribly. Black blood spilled out upon the weapon, and all over the place causing the mutant to smile further as he felt the burning pain. Sefirosu's masamune sword bit all the way through his scapula bone and poked through the other side of his flesh. His right arm was useless but he held his weapon with his left.

Lorenor would not need his right arm, except in case the man had a trick up his sleeve and he needed to call up the aegis shield. Covering the wide girth between himself and his opponent's position, Lorenor moved against the pain of it all. Blood trickled down his mouth at the massive injury, but already, he was regenerating the minor injuries where they took place. It would take time to replenish the more serious of injuries. Lorenor knew that to be true. Growling the entire time as he moved, the mutant had covered the distance. Standing close now, he could taste the sweat of his opponent in his mouth. Slashing in a wide ellipse-like movement, the mutant cut with great skill. His blade traveled through the air, but it had a specific intent and purpose. Moving his weapon towards Sefirosu's hand, the mutant was going to attempt to at least sever one of the man's hand and render the masamune useless. What good is such a weapon if you don't have two hands to wield it? At that point in the game, Lorenor was prepared to accept any hit or no hit at all. As a warrior, Lorenor was ready to sacrifice body and blood to fell his opponent.

Only the victory mattered.