Angelus vs. Ithilwen

[Angelus]

Angelus appeared from nowhere in the room. He seemed dazed for a second, but then he figured out where he was. He whipped out his staff quickly and pointed one of the blades at the opponent who had not yet shown him or herself. "I am not afraid," Angelus said with confidence, "I am ready for whomever. Show Yourself!!!"

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From the depths of the shadows came a soft chuckle, and it gradually grew louder as the figure approached. It spoke in a low, airy voice that was tinged ever-so-vaguely with the bitterness of a sadistic nature. "Not scared, neth'min? (young one)"- the voice laughed cruelly-" Pity......You really ought to be."

And out of the darkness stalked the avariel princess herself, Ithilwen Nim'Draug. She was clad in her normal attire, and her weapons were poised for battle, but something about her was diverse. It wasn't Ithilwen. It was the sadist within her....

And right now, it was starving for battle....

Large, icy blue orbs fixed upon Angelus fearlessly, and up close it could be seen that her eyes, too, were not the same. They had rid themselves of the dark, round pupils to take on long, slitted ones instead- what usually happened when the avariel was provoked.

She removed her infamous katana, Nim'Gerth, from its place upon her back and pointed it slowly upon her challenger and began reciting the scripture that was depicted upon the weapon's glimmering white hilt, " 'And then the cold, merciless veil of Death descended upon them on wings of silver- silently, without trace of remorse.'" Two large, silver-white wings sprung from the woman's back suddenly and expanded to full length, parting her snow-white skin painlessly in the process. A malicious, broad smirk crept up onto the avariel's face slowly as she said,

"I accept your chellenge..."

[Angelus]

"You are my challenger?" Angelus asked loudly. "You are a little girl, that just so happens to have wings. You will be easy."

Angelus placed his staff on the ground in somewhat of a ritualistic manner. He lifted both of his hands slowly and methodically up and unfastened the knot that help is cloak around his neck. When the know was finally undone, the cloak fell off and landed at Angelus' feet. He knelt done and carefully folded and cloak into a neat square. He then reached over and extended his hand out to grab his staff.

"You dumb woman," Angelus said menacingly. In a matter of a split second, Angelus moved his left arm and placed it parallel to his right. He thrusted his arms forward, separating his hands so that they formed a square-like shape parallel to the ground, sending a gust of wind at Ithilwen. Angelus knew that if this girl had her wings extended, the wind would grab her easily.

((nothing I say about women as Angelus reflect my opinions in real life))

[L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A]

(( Good. You're not like Dain, then. xDDD))

A loud bark of laughter escaped the avariel's lips in amusement as she threw back her head to do so. "I wouldn't necessarily describe someone who stands 6"3' as being "little", but nonetheless...You will pay for your insolence either way."

Upon seeing him try to hurl a gust of wind at her, Ithilwen smirked at Angelus, tucked her wings into her body firmly, and jumped to the side, well away from harm. When she touched ground again, she immediately jumped into the air and launched at her opponent, her wings extended once more and her katana lifted high over her head to deliver the final blow.

[Angelus]

When Angelus saw that his attack had no effect on the amazon-type woman, he abandoned his slow, ceremonial ways. He left his cloak neatly folded on the ground and picked up his staff. He ran in the opposite direction, away from the avariel. Angelus caught one final glimpse of the woman as she hurled herself in the air.

Angelus began to sprint to the opposite wall of the room. He could hear the gusts from her wings getting closer and closer. Angelus was five feet away from the wall when he heard a wing gust right behind him. Angelus propelled himself up along the wall with a burst of air. When he was about 20 feet in the air, he assumed that Ithilwen was just below him against the wall. He threw his staff straight down to wards the ground and followed it by a shot of wind, making the staff speed faster.

[L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A]

When Ithilwen's arms came down, she wasn't surprised to see her sword had made no contact. It was an obvious move. It wasn't meant to catch him off guard. Just simply.... to test his limits. But this was not something new to the avariel, as this was her normal routine. Dodge a few attacks...Make a silly move on purpose...Observe and analyze...Take a hit...and finally, strike when the opponent least expects it. Although he could not see it, Ithilwen was smiling viciously inside.

Nim'Gerth connected with the ground with an amplified CRACK!- and she looked down at the newly formed scar within the surface of the floor that continued about three feet outward. Although she had not initially intended to deal a damaging blow just yet, she had to admit that she found herself a bit disappointed to find that her opponent was, indeed, quite quick on his feet.

When Angelus launched himself into the air just over her head, he poised his staff, but before he even let his weapon fly, Ithilwen knew exactly what he intended to do. However, it was not in her plan to dodge just yet. He uses air currents to attack and enhance his abilities, and judging by the way he threw it, I'd doubt that his staff is needed to perform such a task....However, if I could /just/ get a hold of that staff, he'd have no other weapon but his wind currents. The only problem is /getting/ that staff. It's double-bladed. Lest I wish to lose a limb, or even worse, I shan't be trying to make a grab for it just yet.

The staff came straight at her. It was a direct hit......well, it would have been, had Ithilwen not edged herself slightly to the wall a bit. The staff clipped her left shoulder slightly, and the avariel bit her lip as a thin line of dark, crimson blood trickled slowly down her arm to drip off at the ends of her fingertips.

In hopes that he had somehow gotten distracted by his triumph in a hit, Ithilwen performed one quick movement. She jammed her katana into the side of the wall firmly and landed on its blade for support as she unsheathed a single sai from her belt and hurled it as hard and accurately as she could at Angelus's now falling form. Straight for his back...

[Angelus]

Angelus heard his staff make contact with flesh. he did not know how much flesh he had made contact with, but he sure hit the avariel. Angelus fell quickly behind its staff, but was not able to see Ithilwen below. The position of his body began to loose control as he fell from the great height he was at. His body spun so that his back was now facing the ground and the avariel below. he knew that she had multiple weapons that could easily kill him right now.

His back had been facing the ground or only about a split second, all ready too much time that he could have been killed. Angelus stretched his hands out and then pulled then quickly and tightly into his body. This motion created multiple spinning air currents around Angelus, deflecting any objects that were thrown at him. Even if he was able to deflect an object, he would not know through the air currents. They were weak and did not take much of his energy, so i they were stressed to deflect a sword, no more energy would be used and Angelus would not be strained.

As he fell, he relinquished the currents. As soon as he stopped the air currents, he heard the loud cling on the floor. This meant that the avariel below him was just clumsy and had dropped her sword, which was unlikely, or that he had deflected a sword.

Angelus landed on the ground, prepared to fight with his bare hands. He began to search for the avariel and his staff.

[L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A]

The sai would have made a direct hit had Angelus not turned at the last moment and deflected it with yet another one of his oh-so-familiar wind currents. A low growl escaped the avariel's lips softly as she gripped her shoulder with one hand, blood trickling down her pale, white skin through long fingers. However, it was what was gripped in the other hand that was of more interest....

Ithilwen gave off a low, maniacal chuckle that gradually grew louder into what appeared to be a snarling growl. She held up her right arm slowly and brandished in the air something long, sharp, and........double-bladed. Yes, it was the staff. His staff. And she had possession of it now...

As if in some teasing manner, she held it out for her opponent to see. "Now, now," she said in a low, airy drawl, " You wouldn't happen to be looking for this, would you?" Ithilwen smirked viciously, shifting her weight upon her katana that was still wedged into the side of the wall.

When Ithilwen had taken that hit, she wanted more than to just lure Angelus into a false sense of security. She wanted to make use of it... and indeed, she had. By allowing the staff to clip her shoulder, the contact greatly slowed the momentum of the oncoming staff, allowing the avariel to snatch it up in midair. She chuckled again at her scheme.

Then, she leaped off her perch, grabbing the katana and yanking it out of the wall as she sheathed it on the way down. She landed with both feet on the ground, a hand down for balance. When she rose slowly to full height, she prepared to do something she had not done in a long time- shape shift.

In one swift movement, the avariel's wings receded back into her skin, and her body began to change rapidly: her hair shortened, her body changed, and she lost her figure as a female to take on that of a male's.

In an instant, Angelus was confronted with......himself. The avariel had shape shifted herself into her opponent, save for the fact that his replica had silver hair, pale skin, and stark blue eyes. Well, as they always say, "fight fire with fire"......or, in this case, wind with wind.

The avariel began to feel herself connect with the very air around her, and she lifted her arm to create a current that whipped past the real Angelus, gathered her sai, and brought the weapon back to her. She sheathed it in her belt, held out the staff, and said to her opponent in a snarl, "Let the games begin, Neth'Min (young one)..."

[Angelus]

Angelus peered at Ithilwen with pure evil in his eyes. A snicker came across his mouth. "Oh Ithilwen," he said as he began to walk slowly and cautiously towards her. "So, what is your favorite color?" Angelus asked trying to distract her. He then stopped quick in his stride to that his body was perpendicular to Ithilwen. He reached back as if trying to hurl a ball with both hands. He then brought his hands forward in a quick motion, rocketing an air blast towards the avariel. The blast, however, was not intended to hit Ithilwen, but rather his staff, which he desperately wanted back.

[L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A]

((Dan. O.o; That's God-moding. T^T Please fix your post...))

[Angelus]

((changed...you can post))

[L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A]

((What I meant to say was that you can't grab the sword and/or staff unless it's out of Ithilwen's hands, or I allow you to take it. Sorry for the mix up......))

[Angelus]

(ok...darn...now i have to retype that))




(Vampyra: Sorry. T^T But thank you for not putting up a big fuss about it, though. I appreciate it. Makes my job a HECK of a lot easier. ^^))

[L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A]

((Much better. Thank you bunches! ^^))

The avariel snorted in an amused manner. Favorite color? Is he serious?

But then she saw what he had intended to do, and before it was too late, she gripped the staff as firm as she could and swung it before her. The staff sliced through the air swiftly and conjured up a strong wind current in an attempt to negate the one her opponent had created, but of course, the copy is never as efficient as the original, and the gust still blew her back several feet. However, because she was now in the form of Angelus, she was a bit lighter on her feet and was able to prevent herself from toppling over onto her backside.

Ithilwen composed herself, staff in hand as she held it out before her. Then, she smirked as she began spinning around and around......and around....and around...................and around. Faster and faster she went until a large, dark, spinning funnel of powerful wind had engulfed her. The tornado began sucking in everything around the two opponents, and in a mad torrent of rage and fury, the air mass rapidly began advancing
on the original Angelus.

[Angelus]

As Ithilwen began to spin faster and faster...Angelus had no idea what she was trying to do...maybe make him laugh to death? His question was then answered in a wave of horror. Angelus felt small gusts of wind fly towards the avariel, who was now imitating him. Soon, the small gusts became stronger and stronger and then Angelus realized what she/he was doing. He turned on his heels, and attempted to sprint away from the ever-growing tornado.

As her ran way, gusts of wind were flying close to the ground and periodically tripping him. Every time Angelus came face-first to the ground, it became harder and harder to get back up. Even though his agility was giving him a boost when it came to running, he was moving much slower than usual. The constant resistance from the wind slowly began to work away at Angelus' endurance.

He was 30 feet away from Ithilwen when the tornado reached its peak. Angelus tried to grab anything stationary on the ground to try to stop him from being sucked up, but to no avail.

He began to slowly slide back towards the tornado, but he was not ready to give up. He let go of trying to keep and still and turned towards the black giant that was standing in front of him. He sprinted towards it, aided by the wind that was pulling him closer.

When he was 15 feet away...he jumped head first towards the upper-part of the tornado. As he flew through the air, he too began to spin faster and faster, eventually forming a miniature tornado. This tornado, however, was pointed at Angelus head. It looked like a bullet of air heading towards the bigger tornado. Angelus pierced through the fierce currents that were swirling around Ithilwen. The mini-tornado dissipated and Angelus was now suspended din mid above Ithilwen in the eye of the tornado.

(say hello to my first ever super-post...*cries* I would fist like to thank my parents for never stopping believing in me. I would also like to thank God for putting me here on this earth. Oh yeah...to all those who helped me along the way. I love you guys!)

(sorry..it just came over me)