Shadowfang Vs King of Oblivion

[Ginger]

EIGHTH TOURNAMENT BATTLE

This battle is between Shadowfang and Mysterious Contestant #1

The competitors may make any sort of entrance to the Tournament their Rpiers feel will match their personalities. These entrances can be anything from teleportation to falling randomly out of the sky, the major requirement is that they battle the competitor before them. Anybody may enter the battle at any time to help any competitor they want, due to this any rule goes. The way to win is to get your opponent admit defeat and quit the battle, deaths require permission of both rpiers, and fighters make walk out of the ring at anytime and are given time interval to return {5 posts}. Other characters may post in the thread to watch the battle in anticipation, they have to join battle with both competitor rpiers permission. If both rpiers cannot decide who wins the match, example both want to win, then the staff will decide the battle with a scoresheet at the end before a winner is declared. The Battles will end when the 3rd page is reached, battles may end anytime before that. Once your character enters the battle ring [EI posts] they are not allowed to go buy items from the Site shop, use newly gained abilities, etc. For example what they enter with is what they get, you start with aurora sphere but gain black blood in another thread that is happening same time the tournament, they may not use the black blood. This is the same with Shop items, they may not use any new bought shop items after posting their first post in their first battle.




Competitors DO NOT HAVE TO WAIT FOR BATTLE WATCHERS TO REPLY.

Betters please bet for the winner of this battle in the betting area, this area will be opened up sometime tonight waay before the battle ends.

[ShadowFang]

Shadowfang appears in the battle arena as if from thin air and looks around seeing he is the first one there. Seeing the veiwers he waves his hand getting the crowd cheering nice and loud as he re adjusted his black coat and his sword sheath. Scanning the area he saw that unless its an over cast or the sun sets his ability to use the shadows to his advantage were taken away from him. He continued to scann and saw that the upside was that the area gave him a great place to use his powers and not have to worry about touching things or anything. He stood there and waited for his opponent to show up in the arena.

[King Laurentius XIII]

The crowd roared as a man clad completely in black-plated armor entered the arena. His black cape billowed in the wind, trailing behind him like the tail of a comet. Each step made a clinking noise, and one could tell just by hearing the metal scraping against itself that the suit was quite heavy. The noisy footfalls echoed throughout the expansive playing field, becoming more audible as the cheering ceased. The large claymore that the armored figure held did not leave its resting place over his shoulder yet.

This armor was supposed to be heavy enough to offset his natural strength and agility. No normal man would survive wearing something with as heavy metal as this; they would be instantly crushed by the cage that they have subjected themselves to. The claymore was also heavier than the standard. It was a two-handed weapon, but... Shadowfang's competitor held onto it with only one. He swung it to his side with ease, its sleek edge sweeping the air as if it possessed authority over it.

The man in the armor was thankful such a set was available to him. Then again, for one reason or another, something as useless to a normal man such as this heaping pile of metal was cheap to someone like him. He needn't worry about touching his enemy and unintentionally killing him. That would have disqualified him for sure. Those from his country would also be able to identify him easily. With its weight restricting every aspect of his nature, he'd be on equal footing with some of the strongest and fastest humans in the Kingdoms today.

He raised his sword and pointed it toward ShadowFang, marking him as his target. The helmet's hollow eyes bore harshly into the black-coated man, inviting him to make the first strike.

[ShadowFang]

Shadowfang watched as a blabk armored man walked out onto the field in an almost mammoth fashion from the sound of his armor and the dull thud of when his feet strike the ground beneath him making slight impresions onto the surface. The man's cape seamed a bit gody for him but to his his own style. Shadow watched his opponent hold a what would be a weapon used only by a giant person but was being held as if a paper weight signifying that this man who ever he was not to be messed with for too long. He slowly reached for his blade held on his back grabbing its handle and crouching slightly to be ready for anything.

Shadow looked to the man and saw that he was waiting for him to make the first move. "the names Shadowfang and may i know the name of the warrior of which i shall be going toe-to-toe with?" he asked calling out as he waited weighing his choices in how he could fight him seeing that fighing blade to blade for too long would get him hurt or worse. He decided (after being given the name) to try and trick him into believing that his ability was that of speed to help him possibly by freezing time momentarily for a second to bring his dark blade out and be into fighting stance he was taught during his training and unfroze time the moment he was ready to give the illusion that he is faster than the eye can see.