Damon vs. Kinnanz [no one may join!!]

[Skulls And Pie]

A large battlefield sat, waiting. The western side of it was a rocky canyon, while the east was a city packed with skyscrapers. The north was an icy coast of an ocean, however, the south was a deciduous forest, in a permanent blaze. Each of these were connected to a vast grassy field. The parts of the field that shifted into the different terrains were marked with the names of the elements, "Earth", "Air", "Water", and "Fire", respectively. Dropping from the sky were four translucent walls with an orange tinge, each with a small square at the bottom for a contestant to enter the battleground through.

Kinnanz entered the field in his usual Sheikan garb, from the ritual bandages on his head to the odd metal boots on his feet. His red eyes scanned the field as his face sat, emotionless.

When both contestants had entered, emerging from the ground was a creature. It was dressed in a black robe and stood very tall, taller than both men. A brimmed hat was worn on its bird-masked head, and a pair of skeleton wings were flapping on his hunched back. "Here, maggot humanflesh, are the rules, so pay attention," Caladrius began, full of spite. "RULE ONE: The battle goes on until one man surrenders. As soon as he does, both contestants must freeze or be frozen," his glowing red eyes glancing at both men. "RULE TWO: Minimal magicks must be used. This excludes walking on unusual surfaces, like walls or ceilings, disappearing and reappearing, songcasting," he stared at Kinnanz with that, "And changing states of matter," his eyes shifted to Damon. "RULE THREE: Changing terrains is allowed, as is destruction of terrain." He took a deep "breath", being undead, and continued, "All else is allowed. Please salute or whatever your opponent, men, and then wait until I say to start."

[Creator]

Damon stared blankly at Kinnanz, wearing his usual attire. His mask covered his mouth, but it wouldn't be doing any voice-throwing today. He just liked the protection it gave and the way his filtered voice sounded. Strings of purple electricity jumped around him every now and then as he listened to Caladrius, staring at Kinnanz the entire time. He brought up two fingers to his forehead and gave his opponent a casual salute, and only then did his eyes wander to the creature that had been speaking, waiting patiently for the starting words. He was already planning ahead, making plans for several different scenarios. He would have to be careful if he made skin contact, to avoid spilling any of their souls together. Wouldn't want to give away any secrets, right?

[Skulls And Pie]

Kinnanz, being a sinister person, took out his sword from its sheath. It gleamed in the light of the sun, and as he held it, it seemed that he would break the rules right away and start before the words were said. Holding the sword in his left hand, he pointed it at the ground, his arm extended. He then highered it to point at Damon, his arm rubbing against his metal breastplate somewhat. He then pointed it to the sky, straight up like a lightning rod. He could have stricken and gotten out of the whole thing, but Caladrius would just allow Damon to come back to life and kill Kinnanz, who wouldn't share the luck. So he finished the salute, whisking the sword down, to the left of his left foot. "I bid you good luck."

The phantasmic creature, Caladrius, began to fly upwards, a black bubble beginning to surround him, as to avoid any hits from the two men, and to continue to judge.
"Triksa,"

"Duos,"

"Monosta,"

...

"START!"

OoC: No, I don't know why he said those random words for numbers. I made them up, except based on Latin roots. So yeah... Post first.

[Creator]

((xD))
Damon stood there for a moment after the battle had started, still staring blankly at Kinnanz. Finally, he spoke. "...so. I can't help but wonder why you made this challenge. You hardly know anything about me, and from what I've seen, you're in no position to be making blind threats." He held up a hand and looked at his black metal claws, examining the red lines along each edge. "But then, I've seen this many times before. Pride and confidence leads to one's death." He stretched his fingers and relaxed them as he lowered his hand. "Or, perhaps, do you know more about me than I think?"

Of course, all Damon was doing was stalling as he prepared his first attack. It took a bit of time, so he might as well see if he could get Kinnanz angry. That would make him more likely to make a mistake, and just one would be deadly. "For example, do you know that a cut from my kunai doesn't stay small? It's actually quite painful. Do you know that I created possibly the most painful torture in existence? I could also assassinate you in seconds, as long as you have a beating heart. You've jumped into deep waters, Kinnanz."

[Skulls And Pie]

"I know nothing about you, sir," the Sage of Shadow replied, quite politely. He took out his sword again and watched it glisten, how it smiled in the light (ToddToddTodd) "Just needed to train for a bit." His face was void of any expression except a trace of sorrowed. His eyes looked like they belonged to someone much older than he, for they had seen much more than some twice his age. "I suggest we start now. We may be able to talk at a later date," he began to tighten his grip on the sword in his one hand, "If you let me live to a later date." He now began to sprint in a circle around Damon, his sword still gripped in his hand. Taking out kunnai with his left hand, leaving his unskilled hand to hold the sword, he began to chuck them, one by one, at Damon. He kept running, and now held the sword firm in both hands, bandages gripping the handle.

[Creator]

Damon didn't make a move to watch Kinnanz, but rather, let his ability do the work for him. As each kunai neared him, a plate of stone formed to block it, then vanished back into the air. When the last of the kunai was blocked, he began to make his move. 'He's relying on his blades so far. Alright, let's test him out a bit.' He had to go out of his way to resist the urge to use his Tamashigan, remembering that he was only permitted to use his unique ability. 'Oh well. That will be enough.' He couldn't use the Nine Lives Jutsu to protect himself, but he doubted it would be all that necessary. As long as he could stall and evade, he'd be fine.
"Alright then, show me what you're made of." His claws ignited as he lunged forward, aiming one hand from his opponent's chest and the other for his sword.