Duel:Nemisis v Zondo

Zondo stands silently in the night, the wind about his form pushing his clothes against him. It forces his hair to go askew as the wind catches and pulls black strands about. Crimson visage glances about the fighting area, head tilts to the side as he wonders why the villagers look so confused and lost. Quickly clearing this thought from his mind the vampire looks around more and thinks back to all of the many previous duels and spars that have taken place on this very spot. One can guess it is just easier for people to wander out of the tavern and go to work. The man’s vision turns some more and focuses on the draconian in which he challenged just a few minutes before stepping outside. Not really knowing what to expect from this battle, the vampire bends his knees a little bit after a moment of thinking he shoots forward, his bent knees almost like a spring board to help carry him quicker towards the man before him. Moving as the vampire soon finds out is difficult when against the wind. Growling pallid digits of either hand reach down and slightly back to grasp the familiar ivory handle of the scimitars on either side of his form, pulling them from their captive sheaths to be used once more. Upon closing the distance the vampire steps hard on his right foot using it as a pivot he swings his left foot out forcing him into a spin as arms outstretch the ranger aims to slice Nemisis with first his left then follow it with the right scimitar.

Nemisis stands in the night and begins to stretch. His form seems awkward as he continues his action as if it were a normal calm night, despite the raging winds and rain of the current hurricane. While preparing his muscles and tendons for battle he stares at his old friend Zondo as he too prepares for the night’s duel. His form also looks funny as the wind knows not what to do with his hair as it tosses it from side to side like a crazy stylist. There the two companions stand under what would seem a perfect night for battle, chaos amongst chaos. As the draconian’s ruby optics scan his friend he thinks back and wonders if there is anything he owes his friend. Various images flash in his head of the past, scanning their previous encounters and battles. Like a jammed machine his mind stops at the betrayal of this man to his sister. Although already forgiven for it, why not give him present him with the consequence anyway? Instantly Nemisis is pumped and ready for battle. His body temperature begins to soar and a heat wave emerges upon the field. As the rain drops sizzle against his body, the saurian watches Zondo spring forward drawing forth two blades. As his opponent nears, he unsheathes his katana and takes a stance. With the spin of his enemy, the man drives the blade into the ground to cross blades. With ease, he lifts his form above his katana facing it upside down. In one quick motion Nemisis wraps his tail around the scythe on his back to swing it in a forty five degree angle, heading straight for Zondo’s spine.

Zondo watches in dismay as neither of his blades manage to his their mark as the sounds of metal on metal fills the air. Finding his footing again he only has a few seconds to react as the creature’s tail wraps around the scythe to swing it. The vampire attempts to rely of reflexes to move but didn’t judge the wind. It slows his actions by just enough for the weapon coming at him to find a mark slice its way through the tender flesh of the vampire’s right side. The force of the swing leaves a nasty gash, flesh is exposed cause blood to flow freely in the wind. Despite the pain the masochistic man just smiles. The feeling of pain, the smell of blood, yes it manages to trigger it. The bloodlust the vampire knows it oh so well just a little boost only what help it will be will have to come later. Drawing his scimitars back up he starts with his left foot soon followed by his right, just the two steps brought him back within distance. A fresh onslaught of strikes comes forth, this time no spin just swing after swing towards various parts of the draconian. The ranger follows the series of swings of his weapons with a swift kick aimed to land between the legs of the man. As the boot comes up one can notice a slim blade sticking forth from its toe.

Nemisis eyes widen at his landed strike. To be honest the draconian did not expect the attack to its mark but it did and he grinned for it. As the weapons swings, he follows the circular motion in order to flip and land on his feet. Returning the weapon his back he takes a stance with no weapon in hand. Despite the situation the man manages to land an arrogant comment and say, “Don’t tell me you’re slipping.” Just as he said that he realized something. He landed his mark and blood is on the floor. Mentally the man curses and internally raises up his body temperature even more, producing a shield of heat around his body. Before he can contemplate an attack, Zondo is back upon his form again. Taking a various steps backwards, he manages to dodge many random slices towards his body. To his luck, he slips on a pebble and goes off balance. Such a tiny object taking down a big form, what pity he thinks as he knew what was coming. Instantly he feels the burn of the scimitar as his shoulder gets sliced upwards. As his body is turned by the force, he barely manages to shift for the upward blade to miss a vital organ. However the blade still lands into the next shoulder causing even more pain as he is forced into a roll. As the distance between the grows, Nemisis manages to get up and catch his breath. Taking a quiet analysis of what just happened, he hoped his flame aurora did some type of damage to his friend. Keeping quiet the man begins to form various symbols and concentrates a mass amount of dark energy into his body. His body seems convulse and it seems as if he was about to vomit. Within the moment the man lands out a wave of dark flames, hoping the engulf his friend with his wrath.

Zondo felt a burning sensation as he continued his assault, bloodlust pushing away all pain at this time. Pallid lips tilt upwards into a sadistic smile as two of the blades manage to reach a mark upon the creature before rolling away. Watching the draconian roll away the vampire finds a defensive stance, looking upon the vampire is a sad sight as blood continues to slowly drip from his wound although it seems new flesh as quickly slowed the flow of blood leaving him. His breathing is labored as he takes ragged breaths, in then out. Attention is once again drawn to Nemisis, head tilts to the side, his smile not leaving at all as it looks like his friend is about to vomit and make a scene of himself. The expression of the vampire quickly changes however as a wave of dark flames are shot forward from the draconian. His mind races as to what to do, with precious moments and no defensive magic abilities, the vampire does the only thing he can do. Covering his face with his arms a scream of agony is released into the atmosphere, loud enough to pierce through the wind and be heard by anyone whom is present. The sight is horrible as clothing catches fire burning right off the man’s form. Only his face was spared from the destructive powers of the flames. The smell of burning flesh is no evident within the air, a grotesque smell indeed, it is powerful enough to make anyone cringe or at least cover their nose to escape the smell. Continuing to breathe heavily, the vampire looks upon Nemisis with a renewed hatred. Mumbled words fall upon deaf ears as the man seems to be calling forth and enchantment of some sort. The ground begins to shake violently rumbling hard enough for most to lose their footing. A blue aura wraps around the form of the ranger slowly growing brighter and brighter. Crimson eye never leaves the Draconian in front of him; the blue light seems to pull itself from Zondo’s form and thrusts forth towards the one whom inflicted the pain upon the ranger. As the energy is sent forward it begins to grow solid at take form of hundreds of daggers all aimed for Nemisis and about two feet on any side of him as well as above him.

Nemisis growls as his body still burns from the bleeding wounds. At this point the man becomes pissed off and more vicious than ever. Due to the saurian's chaotic nature, when he becomes enraged, he becomes even more destructive. As he watches his attack engulf Zondo, he hears an ear splitting sound shroud the arena and his flames spread across the battlefield by the shock of the sound wave. However, the draconian spat darkness flames, the ancient flames that burns until there is nothing left to burn. Amongst the burning trees, rocks, grass, the draconian notices a bright light coming from his opponent. Knowing nothing of this attack and whether he can even dodge it or not he decides to defend. As the ray comes towards him he opens up both palms to catch it. The light manages to push his back but it does not pierce his defense, or at least he thinks. As the attack dies he says to Zondo quietly, “Oi, remember when we had an argument about whether chaos was an element or a technique and you said you would prove me wrong one day? Well….prove it….” With that said, Nemisis balls a fist and concentrates a vast amount of light energy. Opening his fist he releases a bright ball of light that shines it rays upon the arena. With the darkness flames still burning around both of them, the two opposing elements collide and cause an unstable reaction. Nemisis stands there and coughs up blood. It seems Zondo’s attack had some internal effect on him after all. He manages to say, “Urgoz Shock…” just before his attack went off. The unstable chaotic energy reacts violently blowing up the entire arena and covers it with a blood like light. As the attack heads not only for Zondo, the chaotic draconian can only hope his double edged attack causes some damage.

Zondo silently watches with dismay as his attack had not had the desired effect on Nemisis. The ranger is unable to do much with the other man’s words but allow a small chuckle to form past his lips. Single crimson hued eye widens in terror as the balls of light aim for the darkness flames, the outcome of this shall not be good, no good at all. To Zondo’s horror it was not good indeed; the area is cast in a blood red light as the two opposite forms of energy combust. Knowing there is no defense he can conjure up; the vampire is once again at a loss as all he can do is remain there for nothing he can do shall stop the reaction of the energies. The explosions come forth, the weak man watches in horror as one such explosion near him sends him sailing through the air. Trying as he might, the ranger attempts to turn in order to land upon he feet. The maneuver seemed to work up until the point where he landed. His body is weak and could not absorb the impact to the ground; knees instantly buckle leaving the man on the ground, sore, tired, pained and otherwise helpless.

Judge: Jacklin Winner: Nemisis