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Rudra versus Valdren
Rudra lowers his left arm to his waist, allowing his hand to rest gently against the hilt of his blade. His nimble fingers
slip about the hilt of his scimitar and gives it a tug, allowing it to inch forth from it's scabbard. Silent, scaled wings
unfurl themselves from about the avian's back as the stance loosens and his feet are planted firmly apart. With a splitting
call, Rudra's blade is released of it's prison, releasing a sudden chill about the air. Not missing a beat, the avian then
wraps his right hand about the hilt of the blade and raises it above his head as his approach towards the vampire begins.
As his feet carry him swiftly towards Valdren, Rudra twists his body some and readies his strike as the blade is brought dangerously
towards the vampire. Following this movement, the avian twists his body to the right, outstretching his left wing in a quick
followup in an attempt to make hasty work of the situation.
Valdren shivers as his translucent hair blows gently in the breeze. The vampire looks at the Avian and realizes his opponent
has size advantage. Valdren sheds some of his armor so that he may move quicker in the night. His cold grey eyes watch as
Rudra unsheathes his blade. Valdren looks up into the skies and watches as clouds fog over the moon casting shadows in front
of the tavern as meeriment can be heard coming from within. He shivers once more as he checks his dagger at his side making
sure elg'cahl is still there. He then watches as Rudra approaches him and prepares to move. As Rudra's scimitar swing through
the air Valdren rolls right avoiding the main blow but it gashes into his left arm. He winces in pain as he tries to hold
his bow steady aiming for Rudra. He curses under his breath for his luck as his cold gaze stares at the avian. He pulls the
bow taunt and starts uttering a spell. Shadows seem to encase Rudra in the pitch blackness that is only seen on the darkest
of nights. It is to this blackness that Valdren aims with his arrow. The moonlight catches the tip and gleams brilliantly
off of it showing a silver sheen across the road. Valdren makes on last aim and sends his arrow off into the darkness to find
his foe. He then draws his dagger and waits for his opponent to come out.
Rudra snarls viciously upon witnessing the vampire evade his blow. Allowing the blade to dig itself forcefully into the
soil of the way, the avian halts his run and allows his body to continue rolling right, dragging the buried scimitar in a
full circle about him. Thunder seems to bellow and echo off in the distance as Rudra picks up the pace once more in an attempt
to sift his way from the darkness towards Valdren once more. Rudra then wrings the blade from the dirt as forcefully as possible,
uprooting soil and throwing it in the assassin's general direction as he emerges from the darkness. The arrow pierces the
air, speeding towards the avian who is caught unaware by the projectile. The sliver of wood sinks deep into Rudra's shoulder,
allowing a trickle of his blackened vitae to leak from the wound. In a rage, the avian brings the blade in an arc about his
head as several small storm clouds gather overhead. Another clap of thunder rings throughout the air as a flash of lightning
then strikes the outstretched blade, giving it even more of a jump as Rudra's swing trails the clods of dirt, threatening
to slash the vampire down the middle.
Valdren sees the blade coming in to late to dodge so he tries his last resort to catch it. He throws his bow down quickly
and swings his palm towards the sword. His palms hit the blade and twist only for him to feel the shock of the lightning hit
his body and startles him tremendously. The pulse runs throughout his body jumping his nerves. He twitches violently and doesn't
know whether the blade was lost or still to be had by his enemy. His normally controlled hair is disheveled by the static
pulse eminating off his body. He raises his head ever so slowly towards his opponent with his fangs bared. Foam seems to rush
from his mouth he is in such a rage and agony. He sits heaving for a moment to catch his breath before drawing his poisoned
dagger, elg'cahl sinss. He stares lovingly at his poisoned seductress as the blade is coated so heavily with poison the moon
has no hue gleaming off it. He runs a fore finger along the blade for a moment before again staring at Rudra. His body seems
to melt away into the shadows as his eyes lock all. Finally he vanishes completely from view for a moment with nothing to
be seen. The shadows start swirling rapidly around the road creating a low hiss and an eerie feeling in the air. The hiss
can send cold chills through any listening as it is the hiss of death. From behind Rudra shadows can be seen raising from
the ground elevating to the form of Valdren. The assassin rushes his opponent with the look of death erupting from his eyes.
He seeks to stab his knife into Rudra's back poisoning the dragon.
Rudra utters some curses as the form of his opponent vanishes. Suddenly sensing a presence behind him, the avian recoils
and arcs his blade in a full circle about him in hopes of keeping any unwanted stalkers at bay. The tension within the air
throbs momentarily before it is split by the oncoming swing of the scimitar. A bothersome clang is heard as metal falls upon
metal, Rudra's swing somehow making contact with the poisoned dagger of the assassin and deflecting it the other way. Now
out of any immediate danger, the avian gives his scimitar a loving caress before sheathing it carefully and taking a bow before
the assassin.
Rudra versus Narsis
Rudra flashes a devilish grin at Narsis. The dragon's entire body seems to twitch from anxiety as tendrils of smoke begin
to creep outwards from within the depths of his nostrils. The head of the dragon begins to bob and twist in a most hypnotizing
manner, drawing Narsis' attention from the rest of his body. As the hypnotizing continues, Rudra's tail slinks around the
base of the fountain and then follows up closely to the ranger. In a flash, the tail of the dragon coils about Narsis, restricting
his movement. Rudra glowers upon the constricted drow as he belches forth a blazing flare upon him.
Narsis watches Rudra's every move, with an almost hypnotised look. He doesn't even notice the dragons tail wrap around his
waist. The Drow starts chuckling, Rudra realises only too late that he had not hypnotised Narsis and that Narsis was very
much aware of what he was doing. The Dark Ranger Ducks down low using Rudra's own tail to act as a shield searing heat goess
over the top of his head. When he's quite sure that the dragon is done he jumps out of the hole made by the dragons curled
tail. Black skin ripples under the flesh from obsidian like muscles as Narsis's arm darts accrossed his midsection. Nimble
fingers quickly produce many of the Drows trademark daggers. The black metal gleams eerily in the purplish darkness. His wrist
snaps forward once all five obsidian blades whistle and whine as they scream through the air. All five daggers tear through
the air flying straight and true at their designated marks.
Rudra snorts as his tail unravels completely, returning to his side. The wings of the dragon unfurl as he becomes fully
aware of the imminent danger. The balance of his body shifts as he lowers it, ducking as low as possible while his wings beat
with a great ferocity. The daggers scream through the air towards the wings, only to be reflected off as soon as they land.
Turning tail, the daggers climb through the air for a moment before descending upon Narsis in a deadly rain.
Narsis watches his impending doom with little to no emotion evident upon his dark skinned face. Silver hair rests neatly pulled
back into a pony tail. Lithe agile legs soon turns his entire body into a graceful dance. The Drow spins this way and that,
moving to one side then the other miscalculation soon proves evident as a black metaled knife thunks deep into the right side
of his shoulder blade. The Dark Ranger allows a simple smile to play accrossed his black shaded lips. Another dagger flies
through the air quickly Narsis turns sideways hoping to avoid it's razor sharp edge. To no avail the black blade slices through
The Dark Rangers pony tail silvery white hair falls to the ground followed by its leather thong that kept it in place. Stone
colored eyes become tinged with crimson, that slowly fade away into nothing but a cloudy silvery mist. Without even thinking
or hesitation. His soft leather clad feet pound his way forward. His left arm curles over and behind his back towards the
dagger that protrudes out of his shoulder. With no regard to the danger of his own life he leaps high into the air. Judging
where exactly The Dragon Jugular should be the Drow's arm rips the blade from his back with such a horrendous force that blade
sprays out behind him fanning the entire area. It slashes downwards at an angle so as to completely sever the vein should
it find its mark.
Rudra growls lowly as he turns the broad side of his body towards Narsis, catching the brunt of the swing. Another snarl
escapes from the throat of the dragon as he throws his body into a complete circle. At the same time, his massive claw opens
and extends to it's fullest. Rudra thrusts it at Narsis, attempting to take the drow's head from his shoulders.
Narsis grunts as the Dragons talon catches his body with its full force. Pain numbed fingers drop the six inch dagger to the
ground. His limp form tumbles acrosed the ground and slams into the side of the fountain. Dazed he gets to his feet. Blood
seeps out of his wounds drenching his body with its crimson ichor. The Dark Ranger raises both arms high above his head he
voice cries out in a strange drow dialect not ever heard before. The air grows as still as death soon its full weight seems
to press down upon you as if it was about to crush you. The fountain's stonework bursts from the opressive weight in the air,
nodding with satisfaction Narsis sends his gravity wave in the direction of the massive dragon to make dragon cakes out of
his leatehery hide.
Rudra groans loudly upon feeling a sudden weight of great proportions upon him. His wings begin to beat against the air
in a most furious manner in a vain attempt to lift from the ground. The gravity continues to press against the dragon, each
moment passing making the weight that much exponentially greater. The scales upon the dragon seem to shift under the weight,
slicing open old wounds as he rises back to his feet. The wings fold themselves tightly across Rudra's back as his darkened
blood begins to seep from within the old wounds. A sonorous bellow escapes the belly of the dragon as he rises defiantly against
Narsis.
Kaethil gets all serious and Lyastri like. Oh alright, we know that serious is anything but Lyastri like, but just play
along here! She clears her throat, her gaze falling upon the combatants, "After much consideration, a victor has been chosen.
Twas a difficult choice, but the victory goes to the scaley one."
Narsis falls to his knees in disbelief. A extremely shocked look casts a dark shadow.
Narsis pounds the floor with his fists. The smell of blood filling his nostrils with every breath he takes. "Why won't you
just give up?" Hr growls.
Rudra spits and mutters.
Rudra said to Narsis, "Hah. Me? Give up?"
Rudra said,"How amusing."
Narsis said to Rudra, "One day, one day I will beat you."
Rudra said to Narsis, "*snorts* I'm sure."
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