The Lost Orphan versus The Cursed Swordsman

Ezio Auditore

Ezio Auditore

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Arena: The Ridge Of Glaciers - This arena is in the far north, within the Arctic wastes. Glaciers of ice rise hundreds of metres into the air and the shrill winds only worsens the cold air that fills the surrounding environment. There is little snow underneath one's feet as it is so cold that it freezes till it turns to ice.

Around you there are high glaciers, but beyond them are also hills of snow, the mountains of ice and of course, the sea of cold. Will you survive this journey? Or fall victim to this place's cool surroundings?

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Battle Start!
 
"Daaamn it's cold!" Haze shouted as he rubbed himself vigorously, he had no idea how he got here, the last thing he remembered was being aboard that ship, with all that alcohol and all those girls... Well, I guess I musta pissed someone off, he thought as he wandered through what looked like some kind of valley of ice, he had woken up barely a hundred metres away from here, by the ice beach which led to the thin ice on top of the sea. THat was the stranger thing, the ice wasn't even broken whihc it should have been if he was dumped off by the ship. Ice couldn't possibly freeze that fast could it?

At least he had his weapons, he hadn't been stripped of those, his guns were safely holstered on both sides of his waist and the long blade that had been within his family for generations still hung sheathed from his back, but he was kicking himself now, it was warm and toasty on the ship, so he had changed into his lighter, warmer clothing. He was wearing a plain white vest underneath a long but short-sleeved jacket. He wore plain, fingerless black gloves and on his legs he wore a set of loose but well-fitting, black, baggy pants.

The wind had begun to pick up now, loose snow, at least the little amount of snow there was, had begun to fling up into the air, stinging Haze's face when it collided with it. Haze begun to swore, shouting out every obscenity in every language he knew, which was about three. Of course he'd been in dire situations like this, he just never seemed to expect them, which was kind of stupid seeing as they happened every time he didn't expect them. Sod's Law. He cursed at himself when he was in situations like this, it had to be him, the only person within the elven community that couldn't use bloody magic! Even the simplest of magic was taken from him! The only good thing that came out of being half-elf was that he had quite a strong resistance AGAINST magic. What bloody use is that? He thought as the wind began to get stronger, how much do you wanna bet that Erecan Ilesere* had something to do with this?

*The elven god of mischief and change and the patron of elven and half-elven rogues.

"I swear to all the gods that reside up there! The next time I'm at one of his temples I'm going to kick his keeper!" Haze swore, looking up at the sky of pure white, it was as he looked up that he fell face forward into the snow. "That bastard is really beginning to get on my nerves..." He pushed himself up from the blasted ground of icy snow and quickly brushed himself of any lingering snowflakes. He rushed forward, desperately needing to find some warmth, it was cold and he needed to light a fire of some sort.

"If anyone's out here, I hope you got some matches or something..."
 
Alistair looked in all directions, he saw naught but white everywhere he looked. This was one place he wished he hadn't landed on, he hoped there were no agressive beings here, and if so he would have to use all his naturally learnt instincts to survive the harsh environment. "Bah... I'd better try to fnd some warmth or i'm dead..."

Walking ahead in what he hoped would lead to some form of settlement his sharpened sense of smell alerted him to another human, perhaps they lived nearby and could take shelter there? As the cold air tried to grip his body he fought it off as he continued to walk onwards towards the human.

His blade, firearms and grenades were still there, though it would be difficult to see in this cold, his clothing being his only extra form of heat he gripped it roughly against himself for extra insulation as the form of the human came into view. Not wanting to provoke the human in the cold he approached slowly.
 
A person? All the way out here? That's a bit weird, Haze thought as he rubbed his sides vigorously, then again, I am out here as well. The man raised his arm, trying to attract the attention of the man ahead of him. However he did not know if the man's eyesight was as good as his own so he would most likely have to get closer before the person noticed him.

As Haze walked closer he began to see the detail of the man, he was slightly taller than Haze, by a mere few inches. He appeared to be a white male with light brown hair, he didn't look as though he weighed much by Haze knew never to judge a man by their outer appearance. "Heeeeeeey!" Haze shouted over the roar of what would soon turn into a full blown blizzard. "Do you know where this place is!?"

As he got even closer to the man he began to see that he bore weaponry much alike Haze's own. On his back was a huge blade, only just smaller than the man himself and most definitely bigger than Haze. He also appeared to have two handguns and a collection of assorted grenades, though they were the kind Haze had never seen before, which was a rare thing in itself.

He could also see the man's clothing now. He wore a large, thick and very long, dark blue jacket that reached down to the top of his boots, underneath the jacket, from what Haze could tell, he wore a very light shirt, it amazed Haze that his chest hadn't frozen. He wore a set of light brown trousers and tough leather boots with a sort of metal plate on the front of them, and then there was something Haze was most intrigued by, the man wore a set of gauntlets, but even Haze, who had no magic experience whatsoever could tell, that they were special. He had no idea how they were so but something inside just told him.

He awaited a reply from the man.
 
Continuing to walk towards the human he noticed they, too approaching. As he grew closer he could make out it's shape, they had the build of a man and wore weapons similar to his own? Perhaps this was a trial of some sort? Undeterred he continued to approach, gripping the handle of his sword he called out "Who are you?" his voice immediately echoed around him.

Remaining calm AListair remained firmly still, waiting to see what this man woul do next, whether it be attack, or offerfriendship and shelter. Either way he would have warmth for the night, he figured.
 
"Name's Haze!" The man said happily, he waved at the man, despite only being a few meters away now. "Look, I know it's a bad time, but I'm freezing my ass off and you look like an accomplished fighter." Haze rested his right hand on his waist and looked at the man. "Fancy a fight?" Without waiting for a reply, Haze jumped backwards, using his elven legs and landed twenty feet away. His right hand went upwards to the hilt of his blade and within a moment, was unsheathed and waiting for the other to draw his own.

"Let's go!"
 
"What the-? STupid time to fight if you ask me... Never mind..." Alistair gripped his greatsword and held it in his right hand, after letting the top of the blade hit the snow he glared toward his opponent. "I hope you're ready for this... " Alistair then brought his left hand to eye leve, palm facing his head, he then clicked his finger bones with a single movement before placing it inside his jacket.

Alistair took note of the direction of the wind, it blew his hair to the left side of his head, he then started to slowly move semicircularly toward his opponent, when his back was to the wind he unholstered the gun on his right leg and held it casually in his left hand. "Your move..."
 
Haze grinned at the man, Haze charged forwards, blade in hand, however as he closed the distance he rapidly changed his way of movement. With the blade he flexed his entire body so that when he turned with his normal delicate ease he would spin. He did so, as his body spun the blade, which was now held in both hands, was thrown at the man with astonishing speed. However, Haze was faster than that of a flying sword. As he let go of the blade he dug his feet into the ground and quickly drew each of the handguns holstered of each side of his waist.

He aimed them at the man's chest and fired them, each gun was fired a total of five times, meaning ten bullets were now headed towards the man, whom Haze had just realized he didn't know the name of, along with a blade which if it hit would likely kill the man but if it missed it would embed itself into the ice pile barely fifty feet away. The wind seemed to be calm as the blade and bullets flew towards the unknown man. At least that won't change anything, Haze thought as he already began to plan his next move.
 
Expecting the sword-throw attack Alistair raised his gun till his eye could look over the top of it, as the sword left Haze's hand Alistair squeezed on the trigger, as when he saw a chance to shoot the hilt he pulled firmly down on the trigger. The bullet quickly struck the hilt, knocking it back at it's weilder which would either strike him or land in the snow.

As Haze removed his handguns from the holsters Alistair quickly replaced his own and moved his sword in front of his body, the huge length and width shielded his body from the bullets. After the bullets were stopped he released his sword from the snow and held it in both hands. "Guess it's my turn now..." Alistair then charged the man, quickly stroking his left hand over the blade, shortly afterward it wreathed itself in flame. When he had closed the distance he swiftly cut diagonally to the right, then swung the sword in a 360 degree spin before holding his sword defensively over his lowered body, left arm holding it steadily over him.
 
Haze cursed as his bullets struck the side of the mans blade. Rene nimbly dodged the blade flying back at him, as the blade flew over his head, Haze's hand flew forward and grabbed the hilt of the flying blade and quickly brought it to the ground. The man charged at Haze, setting his blade aflame and went to attack the man. Haze quickly brought his own blade up and blocked the blow, the heat coming from the blade warming his cheeks to a light red glow. As the blade held each other in place, Haze unholstered his right gun and shot at the man from close range.
 
As Haze firing a round from his gun AListair blocked it, already ready in a defensive position, the impact however pushed him back lightly. Getting tired of constant defense he ran forward and delivered an overhead swing down onto Haze's skull, afterward delivering his fist into Haze's torso, performing an upperct manouver which, if successful, would 'throw' him over his head, then proceed to unpin a grenade and throw it at the downed Haze

Holding his blade in both hands, he readied himself for what his foe would do next, his body began to feel a slight tinge of cold, the battle was going to be the only thing keeping him warm, so if he prolonged it enough, he could survive after slaying his opponent...
 
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Haze easily blocked the blow from the man's blade, smirking as he did so, his gun was still held firmly in his hand and whilst the man had his blade on top of his own, he brought it up to fire straight into the man's chest. However, as he began to aim, the man's fist suddenly struck him from below, sending him into the air. As he was thrown upwards by the force he nimbly twisted and landed, his feet touching the ground carefully. A grenade rolled towards him but being the speedy man he was, he quickly got out of it's way as it blew up. The blast sent him sliding across the ice but he did not fall. "Heh, that's all you got?" Haze said mockingly, he holstered his gun and readied his blade once more.

With a shout he charged forwards, as he got close he went to strike the man in his side, however, it was a feint, as his blade got closer to the man he suddenly pulled back, using the momentum as a helped and spun his foot round, performing what was well known as a round house kick which would strike the man squarely on the right side of his abdomen.
 
As Haze charged him, Alistair quickly slammed his sword tip-first into the snow, until it was firmly set in place. He then pressed his hands firmly against the handle, shortly afterward a massive black symbol covered the huge area of snow around him. Alistair then stepped back and activated his gauntlets as Haze was about to attack, as Haze struck him he remained unmoved, he then swiftly delivered a quick punch from the left, and then the right hands to Haze's face, followed by a forward step-kick to the stomach, the increased effects of the gauntlet made his strikes increasingly powerful, swift and deadly.

After these attacks he unholstered the left gun into his left hand, pointing it at Haze's throat. "I suggest you stop before I get serious, you have only a few minutes to stop, and then i'll kill you"
 
Haze wasn't dumb, he realized a trap when he saw one. In an instant, he bent backwards, and easily dodged the powerful and fast attacks that were coming his way. Thank god for his elven speed, had he not had it, it would be very likely that his face would be dust right about now. His fingertips touched the ground and using his flexibility threw himself backwards and landed softly on the ground several metres away. "I suggest you stop before I get serious, you have only a few minutes to stop, and then i'll kill you" The man threatened. Haze smirked at the comment, hadn't they been trying to do that anyway?

"A man after my own heart, don't expect me to go easy on you!" He smirked, he raised his blade once more, and holding it with two hands, signalled the man to make his move. "I never go down easily friend."
 
"Hmph... Is that so? I guess i'd better deal with you before I catch a cold or something... What a bother..." gripping his gun with the right hand he filled it with fire energy and as his foe was stood there he pointed the gun at him, while at the same time removed another grenade and held it in his right hand. He then lightly tapped his right gun with his right hand's fingertips, giving it some wind energy. "You make the first move... I think it's time you showed what you're made of"
 
"I'd rather not show you what I'm made of, if you catch my meaning." Haze smirked as he said this cheapest of all line. He saw the man ready what appeared to be another grenade and sighed internally. So, you want me to start first eh? Haze thought as he gripped his blade. He had multiple options, he could run straight ahead and into the belly of the beast, however he was more likely to be shot or blown to pieces. He could also try to attack his flanks but the man appeared as though he would expect something like that, also, it appeared as though he had put magic into his weapons. He couldn't tell what kind but the tingly sensation was easily recognizable.

Screw it, Haze thought as he charged forwards. As he halved the distance between him and the man, he jumped high into the air, hoping to dodge whatever attack the man had thought of. As he finished his ascent, he looked downwards and smirked at his adversary.
 
As Haze leapt up into the air Alistair quickly threw the grenade at him, before it struck Haze he then fired his gun, unleashing a 'fire shot' at the grenade, causing a huge explosion, odds were Haze would not avoid this... Probably killing him before he even hit the gorund, however as a cost of using such an attack at such close range, AListair took some damage from the blast, though minimised slightly due to his gauntlet's power. The blast pushed him back significantly but he held his ground as his jacket was torn from the blast and his hair was slightly burned. Breathing deeply he recovered his breath and refilled his gun with fire before removing his right gun and firing both together, aiming to the sky. Two beams of colour were released, combining to form his black dragon, which quickly found it's target and began charging an attack. If Haze didn't stop it fast, it would probably finish him off.
 
Haze smirked as the man threw the grenade towards him, he had been expecting something like this. He twisted his body so he was facing away from the grenade and placed his sword behind him. As the explosive blew up, he was sent flying into the air, the force had bee terrible and the flames shot up from the side. His cheek was slightly burnt but other than that, he wasn't damaged terribly. As the blast sent him up, he once again twisted, smirking at the fact that the blast was still there, he threw his blade once again, knowing that he had aimed it perfectly at where the man should be.

He threw it with all his might and with gravity and momentum being his friend, it would be extremely fast and deadly if it hit. As his blade went through the remaining explosive residue, Haze began to fall. He drew his guns and began to fire them downwards, into one spot so that his descent would slow and he would land safely.
 
As the explosion began to fade, he saw Haze had got through the blast with minimal damage. However, as it faded he could barely see Haze's sword being thrown directly at him., knowing the time was near he merely stood still and waited for the sword to strike him, as it hit him in the lower abdomen, instead of his power fading itbegan to drastically increase, he knew the time had come. As the bullets began to rain down on him he merely stood as an evil smile crept onto his lips, his body began to change drastically, fur shot through his arms, he grew taller, broader, fangs replaced teeth, his wounds healed and sealed themselves and he physically became stronger, faster, powerful and agile... His body changed from that of a man into that of a wolf, and he became gripped by an insatiable hunger... He had become Darkova.

Roaring mightily he quickly sighted Haze, as he began to attack, the black dragon unleashed it's fiery beam attack straight for Haze while Alistair breathed a jet of fire around the battlefield, as well as around Haze, melting all the snow it came in contact with.
 
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Oh shit!" Haze swore as the beam came towards him, instead of continuing to shoot downwards to slow his descent, he began to fire upwards, speeding him up. As he did so, the beam which came from the strange monster barely missed him by an inch, almost destroying his guns completely. He had to somehow get his sword back. If not, he would most certainly be killed if he only used his guns.

He landed on his back, the force from the impact was severe but not life threatening, he quickly jumped up and fired the remaining bullets in his gun at the beast. Where was his bloody sword!
 
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