High on Mount Gagazet, a Bangaa carrying a large scythe stood in the snow, seemingly unnaffected by the cold. Sooner or later, someone would see his challenge and come. Then he could test out his new power. For the first time in a long time he smiled.

Somewhere in the distance, a human with two Ogun Blades on his back could be seen. He was slowly approaching this scythe-wielding Bangaa.

The Bangaa gripped his scythe tighter, and made sure the spear point on the bottom wasn't covered in frost. So his challenger had already arrived. He took a few steps foreward, revealing the snow that he had been standing on which had somehow turned black. Small wiffs of black smoke curled up from the Bangaa's suit, then dissappeared.

Once the human got within normal speaking distance of the Bangaa, he opened his mouth to speak.

"So you're the guy that posted the challenge?"

"Yesss. And if you read that, then you know that if you are not ssstrong then I will not hesssitate to kill you. Are you prepared?"

The Bangaa took a position reminisint of a Fencer's, but he was holding the scythe in the hand away from the Human rather than the closer one.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to die here."

The kid took the stance a Fighter would take, and awaited his foe's first move.
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Justin Auron (Frenzied Berserker/Fighter) - 100%
No Action

"Confidance isss good. It meansss that either you are ssstrong, or you have a long way to fall."

A black gas began to pour out of Daimon's body as he allowed his miasma to flow again. He ran towards Justin and swung his scythe at the Fighter's torso.

Daimon Half-Wyrm/DarkTemplar - 100%/Normal
Attack (Scythe)-->Justin

A new figure emerged, remaining a respectful distance away from the combatants. His face hidden by a wide sedge cap, this human waited silently for his invitation to the fray. The snow rested lightly on his threadbare grey-red robes, though through diligent attention, the six blades at his sides were clear of frost, kept safe in their Katanas.

On his right side, from front to back were Zanmato, in its plain, black scabbard; Petal Chaser in a pink and white, blossom-patterned scabbard,; and Ashura in a red laquered case. On the other side, he wore Nosada, in a black scabbard, as well as Hyourintsrugi and Kyokutsurugi, in their cases.

And on his face, he wore a faint smile.

Heh. I saw that one coming a mile away.

Blocking the scythe with one of his Ogun Blades, Justin grabbed his other weapon and performed a downward slice at Daimon's head; however, his movements were slightly slowed...he seemed a bit sluggish for some reason.
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Justin - 95%/Poison(/Slow?)
Power Attack/Beatdown/what have you > Daimon

Power Attack: Low accuracy attack that does high damage.

A Bangaa then arrived afterwards, holding a gleaming golden scythe in his right arm. He wore a blue scale mail made of dragon scales, and donned a purple dragon helm, typical of most dragoons. However, this Bangaa wasn't normal. He had on his back a pair of purple dragon wings, and as they flapped he came to a halt. Behind his armor he grinned slightly, and his figure gave off an aura of pure death...

Zatriot: 100%
No Action.

(OOC: Yeah, it slows and poisons. I should really make that more clear....)

Daimon ducked underneath the blade and caught the pole of his scythe near the blade, using the spearhead on the other end instead and thrusting it at Justin's chest. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the newcomers. One of which appeared to be a Samuri with six swords, while the other was clearly another Half-Wyrm. He interested Daimon most of all, since those were the powers he was now testing. He adressed the two of them in the middle of his attack.

"Feel free to join in. I'm more than capable of handling all three of you."


Daimon - 100%/Normal
Attack (Spear)-->Justin

The samurai moved with such speed that it would not have been surprising if he was a ninja. In a blur, he drew Zanmato and the Kyokutsurugi, ducking under the spear attack, and slashing from his new position with Zanmato.

"The weakest soldier often boasts the loudest, half-dragon."

~Status~
Gari - 100%/Zanmato/Kyokutsurugi
Attack (Zanmato-Dark)>Daimon

The spear caught the kid in the middle of bringing the blade back, knocking him back a bit. Blood began dripping from the hole in his chest.

"...Hmm. Impressive; I don't think I've been attacked like that in a long time."

However, he couldn't really do much thanks to Daimon's miasma, so he began to ponder his next course of action.
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Justin - 68%/Poison/Slow
No Action

Seeing the attack and knowing he couldn't dodge, Daimon rotated his spear so the scythe blade was in the path of the Zanmato, blocking it.

"If you think I am weak, then bring me to my kneesss."

Daimon jumped back and drew a strange symbol in the snow with the spear end of his weapon, causing his shadow to come to life, quickly taking on all of Daimon's characteristics. The sames happened to Daimon's weapon, then both he and his clone picked up their scythe's. One stepped towards Justin and the other towards Gari.


Daimon - 100%/Normal
Shadow Servant-->Self
Walk-->Gari

Daimon Clone - 50%/Normal
Nothing-->Self
Walk-->Justin

The samurai dislodged Zanmato and took a step backward, turning a full circle as he did so. He then thrust the aforementioned Katana behind him, making a vertical slash through the air with Kyokutsurugi, before rushing back forward to the enemy's position. He stabbed the ground there, and leaped back to where he'd initiated the attack.

"Yakikorosu!"

The ground there became a jet of molten rock and flame, starting as a small spray just the width of the Katana, but almost instantly it exploded into a blast two metres in diameter.

Yakikorosu (Death By Burning at the Stake [Short:The Stake] -Gari Gure Move- Drawing upon the small portion of the sun's spirit that is trapped within the kyokutsurugi, Gari deals a massively powerful fire attack to his target.

Gari-100%
Yakikorosu>Daimon