ryogamkara
Journeyman Roleplayer
Insanity is the inability to process too much information or emotion
Posts: 156
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Post by ryogamkara on Jul 7, 2015 19:44:08 GMT -6
'The sinister blade, the silent Warlord, and the night fighter. All somehow in one boy, one demon. Locked powers that will soon be released.'
Wargon's "playground" was well deserted and dead silent, only the howling of the wind and clapping of Ryo's cloak were the only sounds that could be heard. He was standing still, waiting, observing with his aura. Peace and calmed. The Anarchist was levitating blades and Swinging them around, Ryo expected someone special to show up; a dear friend. He focused his name in his mind as if calling him out:
"Hehe that little chase was fun Wulfric...come and play now at the arena hehehe."
A small smile across his lips, a focused and grounded soul even perhaps spirit. This would be an amusing fight, and this time weapons would be of the game.
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Post by Wulfric Greyfang on Jul 9, 2015 16:39:22 GMT -6
running through the gates of arena shouting his battle cry breaking the silence "MY LIFE FOR THE SCALE" Battle axe raised high rune glowing a dark blue as lightning shimmers across the blade crackling and hissing off the steel, he swings smashing it towards Ryo's skull in an attempt to end the fight in one swing. Knowing this will be one of the last fights he'll have under the scales name victory or defeat this was his fair well not knowing if he'll return from the North at lest alive
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ryogamkara
Journeyman Roleplayer
Insanity is the inability to process too much information or emotion
Posts: 156
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Post by ryogamkara on Jul 9, 2015 17:13:43 GMT -6
Swift from him, yet not swift enough to land the hit, Ryo skipped out of the way closer to the Anarchist, the child had turned and giggled screaming:
"Yay! Werewolf!!!"
Ryo advised the Anarchist to stay out of this fight for reasons that were of honor. Ryo removed his cloak revealing a completely new attire than the previous. A black and silver top that gave his body a just fit and looks with black pants and combat boots. Still equipped the same with his weapons he pulled out his twin daggers and smiled wide with glowing purple eyes:
"This time let's not hold back"
From his end the Anarchist saw his beloved father fighting with the werewolf with might, blood was being spilled, clash and sparks of metals flying and both end holding up to each other with a hard pace. Ryo teleported, swirled and hit hoping to land more wounds yet there wasn't much success on his hand. In an attempt to land a strike he threw a dagger towards Wulfric then teleported right under him readying a powerful kick that would surely send him sky high
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Post by Wulfric Greyfang on Jul 9, 2015 17:29:51 GMT -6
taking the dagger to the arm he stomped the ground beneath him sending a small nova of ice shards and turning the ground into ice pulling out the knife he blocks he tries to bash Ryo with the handle of the axe electricity still flowing through it trying to shock Ryo or at lest stun him
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ryogamkara
Journeyman Roleplayer
Insanity is the inability to process too much information or emotion
Posts: 156
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Post by ryogamkara on Jul 9, 2015 18:26:58 GMT -6
A hit to the head, strong and then the pain hit; voltage and electric shocks running through his veins. Stunning him, slowing him.
'Shit, he became stronger and proficient with nature's power...I'll need to push up my game it seems'
Focusing on his new found skills, Ryo summoned all his power, a strong breeze swirled around him as the ground under him crackled and burned black flames. His eyes now purple and his lips partially opened from purple strings. He roared With an evil smile. Besides him his weapons were now humming and glowing:
"Let's dance now Lycan hehe"
From behind the Anarchist's eyes glew a soft white as his smile soft and mischievous. His hands were sparking with tiny shocks, secretly He was enchanting his daddy's weapons.
A small moment and exchange of eye contact between Ryo and Wulfric and finally Ryo got up, his weapons still to the ground, he smiled and lift his hand chuckling. Beside him all of his blades levitate and pointed towards Wulfric. They hovered as if waiting orders.
'Yes now face the Will of the Blades'
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