Location : Wooden village on the lake

A crystal clear lake stretches for miles in all directions, its calm waters rolling leisurely in the night air. It's shallow pool inhabited by some of the rarer fish is a mere 15 feet deep. Though peaceful and serene, the snapping jaws of a massive alligator can be heard in the distance, hungrily crushing a bird foolish enough to float on its waters. Wooden pillars jut up from the water, juxtaposed to the surface and hoisting up a large wooden bridge across the water. On either side of the bridge springs up wooden huts with straw thatched roofs, Chinese lanterns adorn the walkway on a wire above the small city. Every thirty feet a high arch reaches for the sky, securing the bridge in place, and providing years of ancient mythology on its high walls, in hieroglyphs.

Trees can be seen just cropping up on the edges of the lake, but not for miles in either direction. The little city on the lake sits smack dab in the center. The laughter of children and the swaying of colored lights ignites the frothy night air.

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The sky erupts in a fury of popping and slow-falling fire. Clouds of fizzy color decorate the night horizon line with decadent burning flowers leaving a hanging scent of gun powder floating in the chill air. Sandy-brown hair sways in front of yellow eyes, full of childlike wonder. A youthful boy clad in rusting armor munches playfully on a bizarre sugar candy on a stick. Two bucklers on each arm spin like pinwheels as he crunches noisily in tune with the fire works.

'God's must be crazy,' he mutters gleefully, 'Think I'll find a battle here? Think I'll eat candy, and they can eat fire!'

A momentous roar emerges from the crowd to the south of him, as the finale fireworks kick in to high gear. The dull sound of 'oohs' and 'aahs' are pacified slowly as Belselk Ebenhardt's eyelids drift lazily over his eyes. Transfixed on the spinning motion of his bucklers he slumps further into a deep slumber in his perch on a bamboo bench.

The circular sugary treat in his hand slips from its stalk and rolls audibly clicking down the planks of the long bridge over the water. A cooing can be heard in the distance, of some fowl nursing her unborn. Belselk snores loudly, clanking in his sweaty, smelly armor. The candy rolls into a dark shadow in the distance, something just out of reach of the Chinese lanterns, dropping colorful warm glowing spotlights over the water. The dark spot seems hungry, hungry like the approaching alligator as it swims slowly towards the nursing mother bird. Snap!

Something approaches!!!

OOC: I assume this is the one that we are battling ^^
If not, tell me, and Ill delete the post.
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As the FFF system makes the bio that I got approved, ether full of various things.
I have that same bio hosted HERE.
That is NOT the same that is approved here at FFF
The powers and such are the same, but the major difference is in the personality ^^
He has multiple personality disorder. Or at least an effect that is simmilar, just different ^^
If you prefer me to use the FFF version, let me say, I have already requested this one for approval, so I can change the one here at FFF.

Again, if you don't like this one, tell me, and Ill remake this post to use the version without the personality issue.

Is guns allowed, or not? If they are, I will describe them in my next post.
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I was informed by F_G that Guns are allowed, so I will detail them here for future use in this particular RPB.

They are revolvers, each housing 6 .44 caliber shots.
They are approx 1foot in lenght, from the "hammer" to the tip of the barrel. They are silvery metal colored, polished to a mirror shine. The handle is leather wrapped wood.
The 'clip' thing, is made for easier and faster reload, and they are rather heavy.
The bullets are normal lead bullets.
The are revolving ones, so one simply have to pull the trigger to fire, one does not have to 'cock' it each shot.
They are fastened one to each hip, made so they can be drawn in a split second.
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IC:

Iras had been wandering for a few days. The way that people explain the village here, the fireworks are to be quite spectacular.
A large wooden bridge stretched over a large lake. Ending up at a 'floating' village in the rough center of it.
That alone was slightly spectacular.

*Fwoof..... BLAM*
The fireworks had started, that particular one, represented a blue flower in he sky.

Iras kept his hand cool, so that it represented a stone glove, as that was simples to hide, it was just to
put said hand in the pocket.
Iras had just started walking on the bridge, as the apparent alligators snapped in some bird food.
Iras chuckled slightly. "They should know better" he stated with a barely visible grin.

Suddenly, Iras noted a quite different sound in the distance. instead of cheering and explosions, there where snoring.
"Kill him" a voice said in Iras' mind.
"No, I will not" Iras replied in his mind to the voice. "Comon, if I cant do anything, at least satisfy my needs a little, Iras" the voice insisted.
"Scelus, shut up, I will not harm anyone that has not done anything to deserve it." Iras noted back to Scelus. "Well, wake him at least, give him some discomfort."
"No!" Iras replied, unknowingly he shouted it out loud. Well in the range of the sleeping man. "Heh" Scelus chucked in Iras' mind. "That might do it" he stated with a tone that was slightly satisfied.


OOC IS EDITED

Iras looked wordily at the sleeping kid, his should did not seem to wake him.
"HAH!" he shouted in his mind to Scelus "Did not work" he reassured, as eh where to take another step towards the town.
As a metal against metal sound where heard, freezing Iras in his steps.
"Are you sure about that?" Scelus asked back, if he had a face, he would most certainly be grinning.

It appeared to be a pair of metal rigs with gems on them, spinning around.
Iras put his left hand on the handle of the gun, keeping his right in his pocket, to avoid the ever so interesting 'Stone Arm'.

After spinning for a few seconds, the rings stopped, and the gems glowed.
A weak *click* sound where heard, and the kid acctually awoke from it, within a blink of an eye, he was battle ready. In the same split second, Iras drew the gun, cocked the hammer, and pointed the barrel to the kids head.

It was like looking into the eyes of a lion. As the rings kept spinning.
This kid was far from average.

The silence where broken. as the kid stated some rather interesting words.
'Snack time from the Gods?' he cajoled with a howl, 'Tender enough? Or will I need to pound it up good, first?'

"KILL HIM!" Scelus shouted with all the might he had. "Pull the trigger, blow his underage brains out over the floor, teach him a final lesson."
"Shut the fuck up" Iras thoguth back.

"Im sorry, You must have me confused with someone else" Iras mentioned, as he holstered his gun, and slowly turning towards the village.
Keeping alert, as this kid seemed like he where not about to let him pass.
"What are you doing, turn back, and kill him!" An echoing shout in his mind.
As there where a single throb in his right arm. Scelus have not had control for quite some time, he had began to become edgy.

[Dice Roll : 6, 4][Tiger, Rat = Dud]

The twin shields came to a slow stop, clashing loudly into their resting place. Blue stones alight at their zenith, Belselk peered casually down at his weapon to register the affinity. 'Tiger plus Rat, no good...' he brooded, mentally chastising his luck, 'wanted big bang for first real battle...' The wiry warrior beamed angrily at his opponent, just in time to catch the adversary stalking off in the other direction. Anger welled behind his penetrating gaze as the befuddled shadow slowly receded from the light. Belselk dropped his gaze to his fists, both shaking uncontrollably. Not from fear, but from something...animal.

"Destroyer of the Gods, Stop! I'll defeat you, and...and ... GOD'S GIVE ME STRENGTH!" Belselk roared, his vocal chords expanding with each syllable. The point of origin from the yell resonated just in front of his angry snarling lips. A pulsing wave of sound rushed over his body, the force of which pushing heavily against his face, whipping stray hairs away from his vision, and sending a shockwave of adrenaline through his veins. His muscles bulged, echoing the roar as it swarmed like a bolt of lightning, passing once to his feet then again up through his fists.

Belselk pounded the wooden bridge contracting his thighs to store coils of energy into his legs, then releasing the pent up energy he bounded high into the chill night air. His hands tightened into balls at his side as he flung himself end over end towards his adversary. Landing with a thud the brazen young warrior sneered violently at the hidden man, realing back like a python. He forced his body into a heavy spin, twisting his fists from right to left aiming for the man's center of gravity, in an attempt to wind him and knock him down.

The familiar metal cylinders fired up the spinning mechanism in his shields and the glowing orbs subsided. The god's would be pleased...

One could clearly feel the pressure created from the kid's aura.
He tried to follow what he was doing, to stay alert for a possible upcoming attack.
"You know, he will attack you, I could see it in his eyes" Scelus explained. "Are you kidding, anyone could find out that. I'm just trying to get some distance between us before he attacks." Iras replied in his mind. "Bah, let me have control, let me loose. I want to figh-" "Ya right" Iras cut in, stopping Scelus' words. "-The last time you leveled a city, and killed 6 people." Scelus did not reply.
They had been together for decades, they should know each other by now.

Suddenly the bridge shook form a strong force. Iras knew what it was, or at least basically. The kid was so bent on fighting, that the battle aura raged all around him.

He landed in front of Iras. And after a sneer, And incoming punch.
Iras reacted at once, taking his right hand out of the pocket, bringing the dead stone to a slow and steady awakening. Starting to glow, grabbed hold of the kids attacking hand dead on. He held his fist in his hand, while drawing his left revolver, again pointing it towards the head of the lion-like face.

Iras' right eye flashed, Iras could no longer contain Scelus. "Fine.. I will give you, this Fight" In mid sentence, his whole posture changed. His voice lowered, and his right hand (demon arm) started to emit heat. The right eye started to glow. It was clear that this person, was not the same that he just was a moment ago.

[Dice Roll : 3, 3][Ox, Boar = Burden of the Beast]

Belselk roared squeamishly as his fists were caught in his opponents large hand, he wrenched his hands from the large monsters grip feeling a bizarre heat emanating from the adversary. A pistol pushed against Belselk's head, he barely registered it. Doubling up his hands the beast boy slammed the ground hard, feet following fists falling through the wooden bridge. He reached out to grab the support beams and swung up around the edge flipping onto solid ground again.

The Aegis ward began its slow decent to a stop, metal grinding on metal suddenly clicked loudly to a halt. Belselk dropped his eyes to see twin stones blazing in a brilliant blue hue. Finally, something useful had shown. The symbol of the Ox god on his left hand, and the symbol of the Boar on his right. Still feeling the effects of his war cry, Belselk grinned giddy as a school boy as he brought his spinning death wheels close together.

A loud pop echoed through the empty night, the twin orbs blew out errupting in a wave of blue aura. The aura snaked out from the mystical artifact, wrapping around his fists and upper torso, providing an inch and a half cushion for the berserk warrior. Muscles bulged against the pressure building under the aura and Belselk responded in kind. The additional power boost welled inside him shooting him from his spot towards the opponent.

His left fist swung backwards, striking at his opponents left side and continuing to the right. The Aegis ward mounted on the back of his hand increased the threat area by a full two feet. His left fist threatened to bash in Iras' skull, while his right hand pulled in close for an uppercut. His feet dropped low as he pulled his hands in, not concerned with whether either attack had connected and Belselk jolted forward protected by his twin shields trying to smash into Iras' stomach and knock him off the bridge.

"Finally, a fight" The voice explained, it was ages since last time that Scelus was in control, and he was not about to let it waste.
Though, judging by the way the kid moved, and the actions taken, this was not to be a simple fight.

The hand that was previously in the stone hand, was wrenched free, followed by a scream.
The boy slammed into the floorboards, and ended up falling through, thought, he got back within a very short while.
Scelus grinned, as he crouched slightly. The gun was holstered, and the apparent main weapon was the demon arm.

*Cick*
The sound that had no meaning a minute ago, suddenly got a whole lot different. The kid transformed, into a bulky beast of rage.
Within a few seconds, his muscles seemed to grow at least 50% in size. And he was aware of what happened.
Within a split second, he attacked.

Scelus had plenty of energy to go on, though if it where enough only time would tell.

Scelus dodged the first strike. The one aimed at his side, the range of the backhand swing, where larger then it seemed, due to some contraption on the kids hand. A punch to the face followed, and Scelus had to parry it. Thrusting his stone hand, onto his arm to make it change trajectory, to miss his face by a bare inch. An uppercut followed barely after. Which was evaded by parrying with his left arm.
But, the next one was what really sunk in.
The kid lounged forward, aiming with his arms towards Scelus' stomach, and it connected with full force.
Scelus was sent flying backwards, and hitting the fence girders that where on the bridge, sending pieces of wood and splinters everywhere.
Scelus looked behind himself, the water was a mere 2 feet away from him.
But he had barely managed to grab hold of the floor planks.
He made a mental note to thank the man that fastened the planks that good.

As Iras' body climbed back, every take the right arm took, left a hand shaped burn mark, deep in the wood.
Retaliation where to follow.

Scelus lounged forward, aiming a series of 3 punches towards the torso. They where in full speed, and full force. But was not the main attack.
As the last punch, a right hand one, had been delivered, he made a spin kick to the left, making his right foot aim for the torso. Then using the momentum created, to make a back hand swing towards the torso again, but this time, the hand had reached an almost white glow in heat. Making a direct strike an almost deffinate to make a severe burn.