Brandon & Shiro VS Cowl & Morbid

[demonfire]

Brandon approached the arena, clad in an Iron Maiden T-Shirt and a pair of jeans, with the Soreign Rapier in its sheathe on his hip, as well as his Demonfire Charm and Sharpie Marker on his neck. But the strangest thing of all would be one small detail...

No Goblin was with Brandon.

He awaited the arrival of everyone else, of course he had met none of them, but then again, that was the joy of these things. He drew his Rapier and swished it around in the air, and then, like magic (mostly because it was magic) shadows appeared out of nowhere and wrapped themselves around the sword. The shadows seem to then fly off and hit the ground, turning into a solid figure of a large Crocodile. The scales of this Shadow Crocodile were pure black, as was everything else except for the eyes which were a pure yellow, gleaming with hunger. "YEAH! This is going to be awesome!"

[[.karasu.]]

A white fox padded down a long hallway before pausing in front of a door. Did he remember correctly? Must've. So many years over living tends to develop a photographic memory. The seven-tailed kitsune nudged open the door and entered the arena. Well, it was certainly bigger than he'd first imagined.

Perfect.

With his katana strapped securely to his back, Shiro walked quietly over to the awaiting Brandon. When he spoke, his mouth- or muzzle, rather- made no movements and the voice had an odd, almost echo-y ring to it. "You're Brandon, I'm guessing? I'm Shiro. I think we're going to be partners." An animalistic smirk tugged at the corners of the white fox's muzzle.

What fun.

[Man of Many Murders]

Cowl entered at the oppsite side of the ring. He was dressed in his enchanted cloak. The cloak was a grayish color and covered his entire body. Cowl had placed the hood up hiding his entire face. He was here for a reason of course. In his right hand he held a long staff that looked alot more like a walking stick then a staff. It was made out of wood and had many enchantments embraced into it. In Cowl's left hand was a small jurnael like book. The book was written in egyptian and Cowl had spent some time learning some of it. He had to if he wanted to survive the battle. Cowl felt conifdent. Something he bearly felt at all. Next to him was a small eight year old girl. She had long blue hair and was dressed in jeans and a pink t-shirt. One word described her. Cute. She smiled cutely and bowed to Brandon. Something Cowl didn't do.

[Skulls And Pie]

Morbid sauntered into the arena joyfully. He had his red goggles on his head, as he often did, and had donned a pair of black pinstriped jeans and a grey My Chemical Romance shirt. He had his whip in its holder on his side. The Samhain ring had been polished for the occasion, and he had his shroud on his shoulders. Gripped tightly in his left hand was his newest toy, Iuguolo, a butcher knife. He smirked as he joined Cowl and put his arm on Cowl's shoulder in a friendly way. He looked down at the girl. "Hello, little one. And what is your name?" he asked in a friendly voice. He wasn't sure why Cowl brought a little girl into the arena, but he knew there must be SOME good reason. He stood tall in his WWIII boots and scanned Brandon and Shiro thoroughly. "No goblins?" he whispered to himself.

[demonfire]

"Yup, I'm Brandon, and I'm going to start this thing!" he said. The Shadow Croc began to 'inhale' the shadows and such, becoming larger as it progressed, until there were no shadows left in the room. It looked to be about 7 feet tall and 15 feet from tail to head. The Croc began to charge straight straight for Morbid and swallow him whole, using a burst of acceleration that Crocodiles and Alligators had. As Brandon ran forward at Cowl, swinging Soreign elegantly, he let loose a blast of the Fear Fire from his hand, thanks to his charm, at the girl at Cowl's side. When Brandon reached Cowl, he attempted to thrust his rapier into Cowl, however, putting himself off-balance while he did so. As opposed to his usual comic expression, today he bore a grim one, he intended to fight to the best of his abilities this day.

[Skulls And Pie]

Morbid slipped his goggles on and then realized what was happening. "WAAAAAGH!" he screamed and he took his whip out and sheathed his knife. He cracked the whip at the Croc and it ignited with a flame. He held up his amulet to his mouth. "Don't like that, do ya?" he shouted, thinking "Shadow Crocodile" at the top of his mind. He then jumped up, doing a backflip and landed on the Crocodile's head. Unsheathing his knife, he thrusted it into the Croc's head and ran down it's length. He replaced the amulet by his mouth and whispered, "How do you like them apples?"

[Man of Many Murders]

Cowl wasn't prepared for Branson's attacks. But Izumi was. With a mere smile she summoned up a large barrior around Cowl and herself. Not only did it repel the fire right back at Brandon but if he was off balance just a bit he would not be able to stop himself from hitting the barrior and beign bounced back. Cowl used the time to regain his focus as the fire struck the barrior. He didn't have time to see if Brandon hit it as well, because he used his magic and summoned up a giant whirlwind at Shiro and at the croc as well. Along with this he summoned a lightning bolt from the heavens and aimed it at Brandon. He had a plan but first they needed to get rid of the croc. Once they did and the shadows escaped the battle would be a big shift in their favor.

[[.karasu.]]

Shiro watched Brandon with his head tilted to one side. 'He just charges into battle so quickly...' The kitsune decided to wait to make his own move, and instead he just watched as the battle started. His fur prickled when Brandon threw an attack toward Izumi. 'Who attacks a child? Despite his anger toward Brandon's foolishness, Shiro relaxed when he saw the girl could handle herself. A smirk tugged at the corners of the fox's muzzle as the whirlwind was sent his way. 'Oh really?' The kitsune's paws ignited with white flame and he leaped into the whirlwind.

With speed unnaturally given and enhanced by kitsune magic, Shiro sprinted up the spinning vortex by running along the outer edge. When he reached the top he jumped and dove, spiraling right down the center to land gracefully on the ground. His crimson eyes flashed violet for a moment and his katana glowed a bright purple as it lifted from his back. With Shiro safely in the 'eye' the katana, The Eighth Tale, shot outward and cut into the wind, eventually destroying the whirlwind's pattern and decimating it completely. Smiling, Shiro's entire body burst into a white fire. It gave off no heat, only to those he willed it to. Rearing back his head, almost as if howling, a musical call rang around the arena. A high-pitched, scattered tune that would break the senses of Morbid, Cowl, and Izumi. This had different effects with different people. Sometimes the senses were switched; sight becoming sound, etc. Or sometimes one or two, or even all, senses were taken away. It was an illusion of course, but would feel very really to those it was played on.

[Man of Many Murders]

Cowl heard a high pitched screech like sound strike his ears. Cowl's vision suddenly became dimed as if he were tired. Was this the result of the sound. He stumbled unable to control his movements. Damn that Shiro. This was absolutly his work. Cowl thought of a quick spell and sent it at Shiro. It was not a whirlwind like his previous attack. He sent a batch of hell fire at Shiro. The fire would hopefully scrumble his attack.

Izumi smiled as she watched the fox enter the whirlwind. As if she knew what was to come she took out earphonses that were connected to an ipod. Blasting the music as loud as it would go it dimmed the effects of he high pitched sound. It did have some affects on Izumi like blinding her sight, but she didn't need her sight to act. she could sense things as it were. See things normal people couldn't see. Izumi sensed a fire spell being cast at Shiro. With speed inhuman to a small girl she ran up to the croc. With a flash of her hand a group of four energy spikes appeared in her hand and launched towards the crocs head.

[demonfire]

Brandon fell back on the ground, completely on his back, as he watched the black fire moved over him, barely missing. A sigh escaped Brandon as he got up, and whispered something covertly to his Sharpie Marker. In a small poof of gray smoke came a small goblin with a large hole in the side of his pillowcase entered the arena. "I wanted a Silverware Goblin, but you'll do," Brandon said. The little goblin gave a large smile as he opened up wide the pocket.

The Croc was getting the crap kicked out of it, for lack of better words. The stab had relatively no effect on it, however the flaming whip had some damage to it. It recoiled from the flaming whip, and then seemingly splattered onto the ground, becoming a large shadow. It couldn't do anything besides dodge in this state, seeing as it was now non-solidified. The energy spikes zoomed over the Shadow Crocodile, and then the beast seemed to inhale even more shadows from the Cabinet Goblin's pocket, becoming even larger and larger. If Cowl and Morbid wanted to win, something had to be done about a certain goblin.

Brandon got up, now seeing Cowl completely vulnerable to attack, let loose a large stream of the Fear Fire from his hands towards Cowl. Fire damage and insanity were the twisted perks of an even more twisted creation.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

( Yorry dear...

He then jumped up, doing a backflip and landed on the Crocodile's head. Unsheathing his knife, he thrusted it into the Croc's head and ran down it's length.

The backflip was minor godmoding. There's no guarantee that the crocodile, seeing you coming, would not dodge your attempt to land on his head. The knife-to-head is major godmoding. Once again, you have to give the opponent a chance to block or dodge, or even retaliate.

Just say something like "He then jumped up and attempted for a landing on the crocodile's head." and then Mesh would give the response of if he made it. Or if your looking for immediate action: "Morbid did a matrix kickflip and tried to plunge the dagger down into the croc's skull before skipping back to his previous position." Thank yous. ^___^)


In the stands there was Sam in his deadly pink cloak of Do-om. He watched the battle with his eyes alight, ready to see death and destruction... which were both lovely shades of pink. "Join us, Brandon!!!!" he yelled with a smile.

[[.karasu.]]

((I'm just going to say that Shiro's illusion will last for three of your posts, Mur, kay? So on the fourth, Cowl's senses will be in ship-shape again ^^ Yours too, Morbid))

Shiro's eyes narrowed on the oncoming hellfire before a smirk tugged at one side of his muzzle. Fire? Against a kitsune? Making no attempt to evade the fire, the silvery white fox sat down and neatly splayed out his tails behind him. The attack hit him full on, and when it passed over, Shiro was no where to be seen. The screech-like sound had stopped, but that didn't mean the illusion was broken. The magic would be in the air until it faded or Shiro called it back. But where was Shiro? Had the blast utterly decimated him? Don't bet on it.

On the edge of the arena, a seemingly familiar, purple-tinted katana appeared, floating above the ground right about where the average man's waist would be. Then, on either side of that sword, there appeared another. This continued until they circled the entire arena, all pointing toward the center, but somehow obviously aimed for Morbid and Cowl. The blades were the definition of unmoving, but that could change with the flick of a tail. Razor sharp was an understatement.

But still, Shiro was no where to be seen.