Angelus vs. Hopeless

[Angelus]

For the third time, Angelus entered the arena. He held his double-bladed staff in his left hand. He had his right hand positioned in front of his body in a defensive position.

He scanned to room, waiting for his opponent to show themselves.

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Rifts of the sun's droplets cascaded upon the arena, making it looked like a rather blessed place, however, this was far from the truth. A warm breeze flooded through the arena and turned up clouds of dust near the opposite end to Angelus, once the dust had cleared, a dark figure stood there, his legs standing apart and his shoulders cast back as he prepared himself to battle.
Oscuro peered over the space between them and let his intimidating amber eyes burn into those of Angelus before taking his first dramatic step forward and sending several puffs of dust circling around his boots. A sharp breath was pulled in by Oscuro and he tucked a rebelious strand of hair behind his ear before ambling several moew paces towards his enemy.
Eventually, he found himself face to face with Angelus and he spoke to him in deep husky monotones,
'Angelus, perpare to battle.' he expressed in cold vocals, as he spoke, full ebon clouds drew in over the bright aquamarine skies putting the arena in shadow and with that, putting Oscuro in a better frame of mind, he despised the sunlight.
Oscuro turned on himself and walked determindly back to where he stood in the first place, he spoke in cool confident tones,
'Ok, i'll give you a head start, you can deal the first blow.', he exclaimed but demanded at the same time, Oscuro was overly confident, it wasn't a good thing because it allowed him to get cocky. He braced himself for the beginning blow and stood on his side with one of his broad shoulders facing Angelus in a haunched position.

[Angelus]

Angelus did not even reply to Oscuro. He placed his staff on his back. He pulled his arms close into his body. He arms formed a perfect ninety degree angle with his fists clenched out in front of his body. He crossed his feet and then jumped up into the air, spinning and being aided by his air currents. He was launched very high in the air and more and more air currents began to surround him. Once he reached his maximum height, he relinquished his air currents and fell fast back down to the arena floor.

When he hit the ground, air currents shot out from all around his body, aimed for Oscuro. Angelus then propelled his hands out in front of him and outstretched his hands, sending two more air currents. These currents wiped out the dust that was in the arena.

Angelus held his position until his energy was almost gone, and then stopped his attack.

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Oscuro watched in astonishment as Angulus rose into the air, spinning as he did, Ossi knew that he was about to release a possibly dangerous attack and he curled up defensivly. Once Angulus' attack was unleashed, Oscuro felt a rush of force flood through him, completle knocking him off his feet even though he was prepared for the attack. Once on the ground, he found himself on his knees, with his hands in the floor, he attempted to rise back up but only to be thrown back down by Angulus' air currents, as he fell this time, he spun around and felt the strong air lash at his cheek. Once more on the ground, he coughed and spluttered as dust rose around him and flew into his ambered pools, he could feel that crimson blood was trickling down from his freshly aquired wound and he brushed his cheek fiercly with his dusty hand.
Oscuro rose, his eyes burning with hatred and acrimony pumping through his veins, he rapidly contemplated his rebeling attack and turned to his deemed talent, necromancing. With the aid of his ebon pendent that hung loosly around his neck, he found himself summoning the lost souls to escape from it.
Within seconds, a group of raven-black souls surrounded him, screeching and tearing at the air, Oscuro stood his ground and thrust his right hand towards Angelus, sending the disturbed souls towards him. As they soared through the air, the formed into one, and looked like they crashed into Angelus, tearing at his skin and hair with their sharp nails as they did so and letting their diguisting ivories sink into his tender flesh.
After a short time, they ceased and flew towards Oscuro, screaming out as they tore back into his pendant once more. The pendant itself burned into Oscuro's skin leaving a harsh burn on the crook of his neck, he almost found himself falling backwards of the souls lashed back into his pendant but he managed to stand his ground and let his sinister glances lash into Angelus.
Oscuro's chest raised and fell rapidly as breaths of fury flooded in and out and he pulled his arms up against his chest in an attempt to protect himself with his guantlets for the next attack.

[Angelus]

As Oscuro summoned the soul, Angelus had no idea how to react. He had yet to fight against a necromancer, so he had idea how to fight against them. He did not know their weaknesses either. As the soul flew across the room, Angelus performed some large arm-circles, sending vertical air currents at the soul.

He was hoping that the air would be able to slow down the soul, but it had no effect. Once his attack failed, Angelus crossed his arms in front of him, preparing for the assault.

The soul seemed made contact with Angelus, but then seemed to wrap itself around his body so that he was suspended in its main body. It carried him for a while, released him and then scratched his arms so that they began to bleed. He was then thrown against the wall.

He held his arms in front of his body in a defensive position and readied himself for Oscuro's next attack.

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Oscuro stared at his souls in action, and found himself smirking at Angelus' pathetic attempt to protect himself from the haunting demons, he glared at Angelus as he was flung against the wall and let a demonic cackle escape his vocals. Oscuro took a few steps foward as he got himself prepared for his first attack, standing and taking deep menacing breaths as he summoned the grave power for his next attack.A single artery in Oscuro's gently sinewed neck throbbed an angry purple as the pendant took effect. A burning sensation coursed through his veins as he touched magic that major effort was needed to summon. The boy with sable locks that acted like curtains over his amber ocules could feel his feat slowly being accomplished, it was deathly gradual but soon grew with strength like the rising cresendo of song emitted from the beaks of starlings at dusk.
As this power came to him, he shot out a malicious spirit, aimed straight for Angulus. This attack was designed to damage from the inside, the soul was meant to enter the opponants blood stream, drain their energy and leave a dull aching pain. Oscuro hoped that the attack ran smoothly, there was a very low chance it wouldn't suceed but there was always a possibilty of escape.
As he wanted for his sinister summoned soul to do his diabolic biddings for him, Oscuro gazed up to the azure skies, and tutted as rays of luminous light cascaded though the rifts and partings in the clouds. Once he had finished examining the depressing weather, he flicked his burning amber eyes back to Angelus and fixed them upon him, fascinated by any display of pain that could be displayed from his notorious attack.
Oscuro dark ambered eyes were often fixated on the sweet crimson nectar that escaped humans and such creatures, suddenly, his deep thought broke off and he found his mind drifting to a question, why didn't Angelus attack him back?
Oscuro guessed that he was saving up energy for an even more satanic attack than before and he prepared himself accordingly, pulling his arms up firmly against his chest and setting his feet firmly into the ground. Although Oscuro was in the middle of a battle, his mind wondered off to a upsetting topic, Silent, he wondered if he would ever meet her again, perhaps in this life, perhaps in the next, however, for some reason, he was certain he would see her very soon...

[Angelus]

Angelus knew that this spirit would be impossible to stop. He held his position and tightened his muscles so that his body might be able to take the punishment. He took in a deep breath, closed his eyes, ready to feel the pain of the attack. Several seconds passed by and he was sure that he would have felt the pain already, but nothing happened. He opened his eyes slowly but was amazed to find that there was no spirit in the room. All he saw was Oscuro daydreaming across the room.

Angelus began to slowly walk towards Ossie, preparing to attack but then a sudden pain erupted in his body. Every limb of Angelus went numb and he could no longer feel the stale air of the arena. The pain created by the spirit, however, was still with him. He clenched his teeth, trying to dull the pain.

He frantically began to swing his hands in front of him, creating powerful air currents that were whipping throughout the room. Angelus put all the energy he had into these attacks, trying to distract his mind from the pain throughout his body. If he exhausted his energy, maybe he would have no energy left to feel the pain.

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Oscuro watched in pure facsination as Angelus seemed to prevent the attack and take unharmed steps toward him, however, a short time after Oscuro senced that Angelus was in blood-curdling pain and felt that one diabolic smirk coming back to curse his lips. Oscuro examined Angelus' frantic display and was caught completly off-gaurd when floods of air currents rapidly flew towards him. The first struck, making him spin on the spot with the pure force of it, the second left a deep malicious slash just above his hip, in the time that he took to glance down at the seeping crimson liquid that escaped him, another came lashing towards him, almost as a reflex, he pulled his gauntlets up high and shielded the blow.
Although he shielded one, the just seemed to keep on coming, Oscuro tried to dodge the forceful currents, but only sucseeded half the time and eventually found himself colliding in the wall, he back sounded a dull thud and Oscuro winced in pain. Soonafter, the currents ceased and Oscuro found himself leaning breathlessly against the wall, he looked down at his body and his ambered ocules widened as he saw the extent of the damage from the air currents, all that his eyes could see was covered in harsh slashes, his clothes were ripped in places and he was bleeding rather severly. Slowly, he began to loose energy as crimson blood rushed from his system, leaving him feeling faint and dizzy.
Oscuro was about to callopse, but his counter attack began to take effect, the spirit that entered Angelus should of been complying with his demands as he rose from the ground dusted over with powdery dirt by slowly draining Angelus of his valuble energy but who knew? This was a very complex type of Necromancy that Oscuro himself hadn't used in the long century of his existence. That mischevious sinister grin found it's way back to his lips and he jumped up and ambled towards Angelus.
Oscuro had already planned his next devious attack, within moment, he had a summoned five spirits and they morphed to look identical to him,
'Attack!', Oscuro demanded his spirit aids and they screeched dramatically before following Oscuro in his attack. Oscuro attempted to punch Angelus, hard in the stomach, in the face, everywhere he could think of, the spirits mimicked his every move and threw their fists into Angelus. Oscuro had one advantage that his souls did not, his gauntlets, they allowed his arms to speed up, so Oscuro's hands did so and seemed to fly into Angelus, so rapid that his arms looked like a blur of black smog.
Eventually, after a long time of attempting to come in contact with Angelus with his punches, he backed off and gestured for his darkened souls to follow him, as he walked, they seemed to evaporate into the air and five piles of black ash were left that were quickly washed away by the wind, in the direction of Angelus, in an attempt to make him loose his vision for a short time.
Oscuro leaned back against the cold cement of the wall with his arms crossed, carefully examining his ebon nailvarnish in a completly unintrested way, however, secretly he was excited about the possible damage that he had cursed Angelus with.
As a diabolic vibes filled the arena, a group of raven-black rain clouds formed over the arena, and without warning, unleased harsh pelting rain above it. Oscuro tutted as the liquid lashed down on his shoulders, however, perhaps the aid of the water would help clean either of the boy's wounds.

[Angelus]

Angelus' energy soon faded and his currents became weak. With the currents becoming weaker, the pain that the spirit had stirred within him also began to fade. He relinquished his air currents and stood still, clenching his teeth, preparing for another surge of pain. This surge came with full force. Angelus could hardly sense his surroundings he was in so much pain. An idea then came to Angelus.

He quickly pulled out his staff and grabbed it close to one of the blades. Angelus dug the blade into his right arm and blood began to to drip out. The spirit that had been affecting him through his blood fled his body with the blood that fell from his arm.

Angelus smirked as he looked up with no pain in his eyes. "Nice tr-," Angelus was cut off as the six figures crossed the room. He prepared for the large group to attack and Angelus quickly waved his hands in front of him, creating a wave of air directed at all the figures that approached him. It did not seem to affect him and once they attacked, Angelus was thrown across the room.

He stood quickly and waved his hands in front of his body, sending a wave at the lone Oscuro who now stood in the arena.

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Ooc: Er...Angie, i don't think you understood the attack properly, basically, Oscuro made five replicas of himself in spirit form and made them all attack him and Ossi attacked him aswel, then, the replica spirits went ' poof ' , turned into ash and the ash flew at Angelus....

You didn't really say anything about the attack apart from the one 'spirit Ossie', there were five, plus him...

[Angelus]

okay...I modified it. Sorry

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Great, don't be sorry XD Easy mistake XD, i'll reply now...

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The sun was beginning to fade on them and darkness engulped any sign of light, stars twinkled above them and a full moon shone brightly. Oscuro felt a malicious cackle escape his cursed lips and let his tones run, dripping with sarcasm,
'Ha, feeble!', he expressed in deep harsh monotones before being thrown to the ground by one capacious air-current, his knees were scraped and bleed through his jeans, making the material stick to his skin and pull at the flesh. Oscuro winced in pain and acrimony began to build up inside of him, the more pain Oscuro experience, the more he felt petulance pump through his mind. As he pulled himself up, he shot Angelus a look of pure malignity and claimed himself at nemisis.
Oscuro slid his tongue over his ivories as he planned his next notorious attack, his mind flew to the ghost shipyards, and the item he had obtained there. With a devious smirk attached to his lips he threw himself forward towards Angelus and pulled a hazardous item from the pits of his pockets.
Once in his hands, it burned with excitement and propelled itself towards the middle of the arena, with a dull thud, it hit the floor and began to glow a brilliant azure. The item was the Moonlight Orb which allows one to summon a Lunar Steed who's color and strengths as well as weaknesses depend on the moon phases. The full moon will produce a highly offencive silver stallion while as the moon wanes so does it's powers which convert to more defence and it's color changes to midnight black.
Starshine glitterered across it's hooves and the freezing night air carried in it's breath, it's hoofprints made of frost. A Lunar Steed is a mixed elemental creature of both light and darkness- exceedingly powerful indeed as far as summons go. Such a powerful charm made Oscuro feel immensly privaledged and he watched in awe as the ebon czar galloped at full throtle toward Angelus.
The raven brute flew up, letting it's metallic daggers hover above Angelus in an intimidating rear, it attempted to fall down upon Angelus, letting it's stilts plunge into his tender flesh, the stallion fell so rapidly, that it was almost impossible for Angelus to avoid it.

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[Angelus]

Angelus help his arm tight, trying to stop that the bleeding. The cut had become more painful and blood spurted out of it in intervals in sync with his heart beat. He quickly turned his head and dug his teeth into the cloth that was covered his shoulder. He ripped it our and quickly tied it around the wound. Blood quickly soaked the thin cloth and began to snake its way down Angelus' arm. After only a few seconds, his palm was filled with blood. He threw his hand in front of him as drops of blood flew off.

With this pain, Angelus had not noticed Oscuro's attack until it was too late. The stallion was overhead and Angelus had barely enough time to react. He performed an agile front flip, which propelled him across the room. As he was in this flip, the stallion's front hooves caught him in his legs and pulled him out of his flip. Angelus' fate met the ground with high velocity, dislodging some teeth which slid across the floor as well as his body which slid for a few feet.

Angelus threw himself to his feet by pushing on the ground with his arms. He went to grab his staff, but a shot of pain in his arm paralyzed it and made it impossible. Angelus attempted again with his left arm and grabbed his double-bladed staff. He quickly positioned his parallel with his body. With just his left arm, he began to spin the staff in large circles, summoning rotating air currents that propelled themselves at Oscuro and the stallion.

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Oscuro gazed at Angelus with a smug look cast upon his features and observed his attack with gleaming ambered orbs. Once Angelus had released his fierce attack of air waves, Oscuro's raven czar was caught in the whirl of air currents and it was thrust away from Angelus, heading straight for Oscuro, he didn't have time to react and the brute collided into him, knocking Oscuro straight off his feet.
Shock invaded his features as he summoned the steed back into the moonlight orb, within seconds, it disappeared and Oscuro rose, his body aching from the great weight that was bestowed upon him. Once he had risen, he was only knocked back by a malicious flow of spiraling wind that pulled him straight into mid air and plunged him back down to the grubby earth. The whole world seemed to spin and Oscuro took a few minutes before even attempting to lift himself up, it was proving difficult because, not only was he extremely dizzy, but he had discovered a searing pain in his ankle, it was agonizing to even move it slightly. Oscuro realized his ankle was sprained or possibly broken and he cursed maliciously before rising up, carefully not to put any pressure on his ankle.
'Very sly...', he expressed to Angelus in sinister monotones before pushing out his right hand and letting a fabulous gleaming ring focus on Angelus. Within moments, a thick cloud of ebon smoke escaped the Enchanter, this ring contained a mild but effective poison that could temporarily stun Angelus or even steal his consciousness. Oscuro watched the massive amount of sable cloud make it's way thickly toward Angelus, the power of the fog was incredible, nothing seemed to penetrate it, everything that was thrown upon it simply fell through and the cloud continued to move. Oscuro couldn't see Angelus because the sinister mist seemed to be covering that side of the arena, Oscuro felt it was the time to launch the second part of his attack and he threw some deep crimson beads around his neck. These beads summoned a deep abyss next to him and Oscuro reached in, he smirked as he waited to get his hands on a weapon so diabolic, that Satan himself would crumble in it's shadow, however, things backfired and Oscuro pulled out a useless rubber chicken!
Oscuro looked mortified and tore the beads from his neck and shoved them fiercely into his pocket,
'Dammit!', he cursed out and flung the rubber chicken to the side of the arena, it was typical for something like that to happen to Oscuro, he tutted irritably and gazed up at the cloud of smog once more.