Can No Man Defeat Me? (Open_

["The Priest"]

((*sigh* Sick of getting stood up at duels.))

The Priest walked in. he stood, and looked around. He waited.

((DAMMIT))

[Roy Atenwood]

"Hello, are you looking for a sparring partner?"

Roy stood in the training area, looking at the large man. He had some kind of aura around him, but Roy wasn't an experianced enough seer to tell what it meant.

"I'd be happy to spar with you, if you like."

Roy's long red hair blew in the breeze, as he shifted his blue jacket to fit properly. His white pants were a little loose, and flapped a bit as well, but his white t-shirt was held firmly by the jacket.

He waited for an answer, hoping to get a good match.

["The Priest"]

"The Priest" turned around, looking at this new on-comer. A rush of thoughts pierced deep within 'The Priests' mind as he thought about this new man. He brought a hand to the hat on his head as a gust came through the field that he was now standing in, the walls around the two men vanishing as the Training Ground's magic kicked in.

The Priest smiled devilishly as he turned so that his own left side was facing Roy Attenwood. He continued holding the hat, his large half-gloved hand grasping the top of it, his long flowing red hair whisking around in the wind, causing a fluttering effect around him.

Tendrils of cloth that were the sash around him flapped with the wind, causing a slight whipping sound to accompany them, crackling the air around The Priest. And then, suddenly, the wind stopped.

However, his hair continued to whip fiercely about, and so did the sash, crackling harder, as energy seemed to pour out of 'The Priest. The ground around him began to break and erupt, chunks flying out left and right. The ground then began to lift in syncopation around him, and suddenly, large stones began to jut out of the ground, writing scrawled upon them, some ornately carved, some plain as a slab with chisel marks. And then, a large Angel like stone erupted violently from the ground behind The Priest, all the while, sending debris.

The Priest was cackling madly during the entire thing, his eyes hidden beneath the darkened rim of the hat, which cast a magical shadow across his face. Yet, the horrific twisted mouth of the man was outstretched in a maniacal guffaw, as he used the Training room to create a much tougher scenario for both.

Now, the arena was littered with the stones, and upon closer inspection, Roy would see that they weren't ordinary stones. They rose to about 2 1/2 to 3 feet, the most of them, and had writing, many including the same letters. However, dotting amongst them were larger, more ornate slabs, that were decorated with pictures, depicting scenes from life, or from the after life. They also seemed to dote upon the same letters.

R, I, and P.

The Priests energy continued, but he turned towards Roy now, his arms at his sides outstretched slightly at a diagonal. The fingers were stabbed outwards into the air, and glowing energy began to gather at his palms, white hot seering energy. Then in a grand display, he raised his arms into the sky, and then slammed them both down in front of him. The white energy smashed into the ground, sending some upper debris scattering left and right, towards Roy, but not towards The Priest. This created a fine cloud of dust, as though a grenade had gone off.

However, the energy had seeped into the ground. A rumbling was heard beneath them, as the tombstones shook and the headstones rumbled, a castrophony of vibration beneath them. Then, in a most etheral manner, and had shot forth from the ground towards Roy's right. It was decomposed, pieces of flesh missing, and entire finger held together by the joints of the bone. It clawed at first, and then its partner, the other hand, shot forth to its left. The two hands grasped at purchase, looking for something, and finally, pushed downward, pulling the beings self from the ground. A skeletal head, partially flesh, partially bone, broke through, crowning out of its earthen tomb, feeling fresh air for the first time.

However, the creature had no feeling. It knew not what a sense was, let alone what life was.

All around, more and more sprouting ups were happening, hands and head, followed by torso's and legs, as the army awoke from its slumber.

And behind The Priest, was the largest of all. A man bedecked in noble clothes, a large man, nearly the size of The Priest himself, broke through the Angel statuary. He was the largest of all.

The Priests maniacal laughter continued through all of this, until it finally began to die, coming in smaller fits now. And when the army had assembled, he finally stopped, his eyes closing, the shroud lifting from his face. He dropped his hand, which fell limp to his side, dangling precariously to the left. He turned, and looked towards Roy.

Welcome... To the Undead, my friend...

All in all, roughly 10, and I say roughly because none of them were entirely 'whole', undead warriors had come out, mostly as fodder. The Priest relied on these beings to absorb hits. He could take the hits, as he was a very strong man, but he rathered the dead do his bidding. Of course, no one would be hurt in this battle. Of course...

Mistakes do happen.

With his now slowly gaining strength left arm, he grabbed the 9mm Silver baller from his right holster, across body, and took out the Sword from the Totem, a conversion not too young. He held the longsword in his right, the pistol in his left, as he aimed at Roy.

Boom.

He fired, and at the same time, the Zombie Undead Horde moved towards Roy, a cacophony of deathly gurgles and hissing as they shifted towards him, their heads bent at weird angles, with outstretched arms, grasping for him before they were even close.

((Fucking huge post))

[Roy Atenwood]

Fight Music: djpretzel.web.aplus.net/songs/Castlevania_2_BloodyHell_OC_ReMix.mp3

Well, this was NOT ging to be easy.

I was a fool to challenge him. He's a necromancer. This is no longer a time for words, but actions will speak volumes.

Welcome to the undead? A wild smirk spread across Roy's face. This man had changed the Arena into a graveyard. This would be very interesting, since hordes of undead were coming up from the ground. He drew the dagger from his boot, and waited.

Maybe I should have brought The Spear of Judas, or at least my Iron Spear....nah...my dagger will suffice.

Boom.

Gun. Right....not too hard to deal with, with the enchantments on my knife. I've already seen my fate...I will NOT die here.

The bullet, which Roy diddn't see, but felt coming, connected with his dagger, ricocheting off, and was re-directed toward one of the undead minions of the necromancer.

Roy let out his own laugh, his deep voice echoing across the newly created cemetary.

"The party has JUST begun. I'll try not to dissapoint you."

Roy's dagger switched from his left hand to his right as he took off toward the enemies laid out for him. He threw a left hook that would crush the first zombie's head if it made contact, followed by a series of kicks aimed toward two others, and if they connected, they would break them both in half.

Afterward, he switched hands again, his dagger returning to the left hand, and he held his hand toward the sky. He pulled it shut, and concentrated, causing supernatural vines to sprout from the ground underneath the Necromancer's feet. They would ensnare him, and bind him for a while, unless he could quickly deal with them.

((Spell used: Tangleweed. Energy used: 2, Energy remaining:18))

["The Priest"]

Zombies
Strength: 5
Endurance: 5 (Only two stats that really apply)

As Roy punched towards the one, a lucky shot on a decomposed skull crushed the zombies head. However, his next two kicks merely set to knock his assaulter's back a few feet, and stunning them momentarily.

The Priest watched as the greenish energy erupted forth from his opponents hand, and leaped back immediately, his left foot caught by a vine. He sliced downward, cutting the vine, as he landed on his right foot. He shook his left, and then aimed down the barrell towards Roy.

Good show ol' sport... But now its time to stop breathing...

He fired as quickly as possible 4 bullets towards Roy. His immense strength alone able to keep the recoil nearly nothing as his wrist flexed and pumped with the knocking back of the pistol in each bullet. On the fourth bullet, he dropped his sword, and grabbed at something in his pocket.

The sword struck the ground and stood upwards out of it, angled slightly. He took the figurine, and held it aloft, above his head, and yelled "LOKI ASCENDETH!" as the figurine erupted in white light, followed by a chilling black explosion.

To the Priests right, coming from the fog cloud erupting forth from the figurine, came the etheral screeching of a Lith Sorcerer, Loki, the Black Lith. His skeletal face came first, followed by the torso, arms and legs, and a staff. It immediately cast it upwards, and then towards Roy, an earsplitting screech erupting forth from the depths of its missing soul.

Loki's eyes turned from the unsightly grey into a fire red, as it aimed the staff fowards, fire erupted forth from the knotted wood, and streaked forwards, towards Roy, through the mob of undead warriors. It collided and spilled around some of these bodies, torching them, lighting them aflame as they groaned on towards Roy.

The fire pillar etched forwards, seering the air around it, causing a crackling cacophony of destruction in its wake, a blazing pilum of death towards Roy.

The Priest merely laughed again, and stepped backwards towards the fog, and ran in a strafe around Roy, towards Roy's left, small incantations uttered from beneath his breath as more beings were being prepped for entrance into the hell that was Roy and The Priest's battle...

((Whew.

Cast: Summon Loki
Cast: Pyromachina - Loki

Otherwise... Have fun ^_^ I like putting in multiple attacks. Hope thats not too much of a problem.))

[Roy Atenwood]

"Sorry....I sort of enjoy breathing."

Three loud clanging noises sounded as Roy's dagger shot up and blocked three bullets, as his movement caused the fourth to sail past his head.

"Loki? Awwww...COME ON!"

With a sarcastic smirk, Roy waited for whatever this "Loki" was to emerge. He knew it wouldn't be the god of pranks, but most likely some undead beast.

It was. Huge skeleton creature, with a large staff. That shot fire. Straight at Roy.

"Impressive. Very impressive."

Roy bent his legs down for a fraction of a second, noticing the large man circle to his left, and decided HE would go to the left as well.

He bolted to the left, rushing past any zombies in his way, faster than they could lurch toward him, as his dagger switched hands again, and the huge flame hit where he had been a second before.

Let's see how much YOU like fire.

"Ignus."

Roy vaulted into the air, about ten feet, unassisted by magic. He swung his right fist in a "Punching" motion four times, sending a fireball with each punch, then sweeping his left hand in a wedge, he sent an ever-expanding wave of flame at the man.

He landed, and went into a back handspring, out of reach of the zombies, and stull keeping an eye on "Loki".

"Aren't you taking this a little bit too seroiusly, Necromancer?"

["The Priest"]

The Priest smirked as he continued moving, the balls of flame trailing at his heels. He dove into a roll and standing upright upon the final wave of fire, the blast missing him by mere millimeters. His clothes steamed from the heat. He was now upon Roy, though, Closer than eve before, only about 10 feet from him.

He leveled his pistol out of the roll, and fired 4 more shots, knocking him down to 12 bullets. Upon standing, he fired two more, the shots ringing in Roy's ears, and his own. He then reholstered the pistol, and brought up his longsword. However, he rested it vertical in front of him, and then closed his eyes, muttering something non-sacrosanct. His eyes opened to reveal globes of hatred, purple and necrid globules of dark magic, expanding forth from his eyes.

With a gruesome howl, the tendrils of darkness escaped his eyes, and splashed to the ground near him in two piles. The ground bubbled away here, and then, two pairs of claws grasped at the area at the extreme points of the puddles. The Priest brought down his sword, to his side, and smirked.

The hell-beasts continued to claw their way up through the hole, two unholy beings of death, grasping at the rock as they steadied themselves at the at the brink. Ugly, disgusting creatures, they had they had looks of death written upon their bloodied maws, clacking jaws and snipping claws all that gave way to their intentions.

They didn't look strong take some punishment. they were quick, and could take some punishment. The both looked towards Roy, and clacked in excitement. They both bent down, and lunged forwards toward Roy, clacking their jaws together like deranged wind-up toys.

Loki, standing apart still, began summoning a great tempest above him. He was stuck in a trance, helpless, guarded by the zombies that still shuffled onwards toward Roy.

One zombie came close to The Priest. He set his hand on its chest, and using the last bits of his power, infused the body with some sort of spell. It sunk into every pore of the dead body, and caused the zombie to erect itself upright, and began walking, almost casually, towards Roy. Its arms were still outstretched, and now it looked as though it was on fire with purple and black flames, but still, it looked nice enough...

The Priest stood, his sword ready to deflect any blows.

((Whew!
Spells:
Summon Devouring ones
Loki - Summon Wraith Kamikaze
Priest - Dark Explosion on Zombie.))