Round One: Zolomon VS Ageleith

[A Dragonian]

Legends of Dragonia: Tournament 2006--
Esperanza Edition:
Round One: Viva la Dragonia!

Match: Zolomon VS Ageleith
Final Score: 4 - 1
Location: Larleta
Judge: Ryan

Reminder - Be sure to be well informed of the Rules and Format of each match. Be sure to include your surrounding area; remember, YOU ARE NOT FIGHTING ON THE TOURNAMENT GROUNDS! The first person to post can set any additional conditions, such as the weather or the exact location of where the two are fighting, to further the enviornment. Also, be creative with what you do, and be sure to have fun!

[zolomon]

Zolomon stepped into the portal, but his foot, instead of touching the metallic shell of the teleport, sank into a soft, dank, black earth. He was in a jungle. "What the hell...?" he murmured to himself and began looking around. The jungle was full of life, he could both see and feel it. It was like everything around him was teeming with life force. The air felt like a sauna, it was very hot and stuffy. An almost black cloak in this weather wasn't too good a choice. He looked to the heavens, the stars were lining the night sky like a glimmering dress, and Zolomon realized he was, by all accounts, lucky. If the distance between Esperanza and this place, wherever it was, was any less, he might have been fighting in broad daylight. Even though he is no longer endangered by sunlight, too much of it he still can't stand.

He began trudging through the omni-present green mass, making his own path using his claws. It seemed that even if it was bright daylight, under these trees it would still feel like night. The rich, healthy gren bushes of leaves over his head were so frequent and thick, no sunlight would come through either way. The jungle was vibrant and colorful, flowers both open and closed were all over, making the sight like a green carpet with flower decorations in every color of the rainbow.

Zolomon heard cicadas playing their music in the distance and beasts of all kinds, from small rodents to human-sized predators, filled the hot night air with a diverse polyphony, each unique voice mixing and combining with the others, resulting in that which would be called the symphony of the jungle. For the vampire's tastes, it was a tad too loud, as his hearing reached much farther and was more accurate than that of most any human, but in the same time he enjoyed it. A faint grin could be seen on his face as he heard the predators of the night squeezing the life out of their prey and he could smell death everywhere. If he had to describe this place in one word, it would be 'wild'.

His marching was growing heavier as he continued, the seemingly endless jungle preventing him from actually getting anywhere. Lianas were constantly getting in the way, the roots of trees seemed to intentionally place themselves before his feet just as he was taking steps, but he managed to somehow keep going. Zolomon was all wet from the humidity in the air and his own sweat due to the unbearable heat. He couldn't help but curse his vampiric sense of style, but it had lasted with him for several hundreds of years and he wouldn't change it now. Some people at their monitors chuckled and made comments about his success in picking clothing for the tournament, while others were a little intimidated by his unnatural looks to say much anything. Of course he couldn't hear them all the way from Larleta... but they didn't want to take any chances.

After a while of burdained walking, he spat and thought: 'Fuck it... I'll MAKE a clearing!' The viewers gasped as he seemingly pulled a hellish scythe from behind his back, and drew it back for a swing, the blade suddenly setting ablaze. Just as he swung Zolomon noticed something in the distance and his hands stopped. It was a tree, an enormous tree. It was taller and thicker than many an office building. It looked light blue against the black night sky, and it seemed like an ancient monument from an age that was long past forgotten. He looked at the scythe in his hands, back at the tree, then chuckled and put it away. With his night vision and extended sight, the top of that tree would be the perfect place to await his foe's coming.

A minute and several tall bounds later the vampire was looking at the scenery he would be fighting his first round in. Even though nobody else would, Zolomon noticed all the creatures living in the tree while he was ascending it. It was like an environment on its own. He could hear the scuttling of a million legs and could see the age of the tree. It was quite possibly the tree that started this entire forest, perhaps even all the forests, as even the vampire himself had never seen anything this old and still living. It made himself feel quite young, which was a rarity nowadays, and an interesting experience.

Besides the heat even at the blackness of night, this kind of fighting grounds seemed quite advantageous for him. There were plenty of hiding places, but the best thing about this was the blackness, the darkness. Zolomon could definitely make use of that, and possibly make his opponents' life a living hell. For a moment his eyes lit up black and a barely-noticeable grin appeared. The viewers back in the stadium shuddered at the face in their screens. Even though most couldn't read Ki, they couldn't help seeing this man's evil, that was plain as day. Zolomon slowly turned his head to both sides, looking if his opponent hadn't shown yet, then looked up into the stars again. This would be interesting.

[ageleith]

(OOC: The Owner told me to go ahead and post sense Dale was not showing up. I am your new opponent.)

Ageleith stepping through the portal, felt the hot stuffy air of the jungle.

So this is where the match will take place...

Able to hear the variety of life around him. He analyzes the sounds listening for anything odd or just plain different. Holding the Staff of Zelilas horizontal at his waist, ends facing a good 4 feet in forward and behind. Ends instantly blazing, lighting up the area around him. Arrays of small to medium-size creatures, not use to the light, flee to hide in the darkness.

On deeper into the dark damp abyss-like enviroment, keeping a keen sense of his surroundings. He begins to hear the faint melodies of creatures playing thier instruments. The faint music calms his nerves abit as he advanced further into the wild. Surveying the enviroment, he notices many of the disadvantages this will have for him. At the same time noticing many advantages this will bring.

Further up ahead lies a prodigious tree, overlooking the forest. The moonlight giving this tree an ominous look, as if the tree itself will attack. Trudging on, he watches the few large creatures left flee from the luminous blaze of the staff. Stopping about 20ft away from the tree, the staff's blaze gets larger. Lighting up the bottom of the tree and much of the surrounding area.

I feel it will begin here...

Ageleith now standing silently, a faint, almost invisible small red aura glows around him for a monent in time. The air begins to travel rotating around him. The blaze on the staff is put out almost instantly. Rapidly the wind picks up, getting stronger. At about 75ft high rapidly spinning, the winds reach at just enough strength. As his arms begin to extend fully out to his sides. The spinning vortex gets wider and wider, ripping up trees, bushes etc.. His arms drop as the winds die almost instantaneously. 100ft in diameter to each direction is now, flat, still damp, but clear land. Void of trees or anything unscathed by the wind.

That should do it....

The staff is ablaze on both ends, but even more so. Wit the moonlight now casting across the vast area. The land is well lit enough for his human eyes, now no longer having to strain. Now he stands and awaits, watching, sensing his opponents arrival.

[zolomon]

(OOC: Ya, Robbie told me. Welcome to LoD! Let's make this a good fight, show me what you got )

Up until moments ago this had been the most bizarre and boring sight for viewers. Zolomon had come to the battlefield about half-an-hour ago and it seemed like his opponent was a no-show. After ten minutes of waiting, much to the surprise of the people watching the tournament, Zolomon went to sleep, hanging from a large branch without any additional safety guards, his feet seemingly magically sticking to the wood. With a little concentration he blocked out the noises of the life-filled forest and decided to rest some, even though he had slept no more than a week ago. The murmuring in the stands was growing louder as they began noticing it wasn't a camera trick. This... man was hanging from a tree upside down, seemingly defying gravity altogether, his hair and clothing not falling down but staying as if he was standing upright. A wave of fright swept through those watching who began to question what would come of this tournament.

Some people were creating a commotion, standing up and leaving their seats. They were obviously afraid of something, many walking out of the hall mumbling a prayer under their noses, yet most couldn't understand what was the deal. They had paid a wad of cash to see this and a freak in the tournament would only make things more interesting. An adrenaline rush from the pure expectations surged through the blood of everyone there and suddenly it didn't seem so boring any more. Yet even this electrifying buzzing in the air and in their stomachs passed after another ten minutes of waiting. Displeased grunts could be heard everywhere. People were fidgeting and getting ready to leave, when suddenly the cameras cut to a different character.

The aggravated murmuring quickly turned to exciting whispers as those that had stood up to leave quickly found their seats and the anticipation in the air picked up again. This might be a fight yet. After some wandering the second contender also found the large tree, but instead of going up it he released a mighty gale of wind that tore up the vicinity in a 100 feet radius, but the giant tree stood like a mountain, its branches barely swaying. Sometimes it doesn't matter what power one possesses, against such forces of nature it simply does no good. The cameras now focused on two characters, one created a tornado around him, the other was sleeping upside down. For a moment the people running event had the idea to send a minor electric jolt through the vampire's body, but they didn't want him to fall form the shock and break his neck or something. They needn't do such a thing, as suddenly Zolomon's eyes shot open, entirely black. It happened just like in the tense horror movies and there were many screams in the audience, and not just from women. The screams were quickly silenced, but the sudden fright had caught many unprepared.

The wind beside him had died down and Zolomon yawned so loud it seemed more like a roar, his jaws opening to an inhuman width, his fangs growing longer than usual. He wasn't wasting time and was going straight into combat mode. His body shifted from upside down to parallel to the ground, and with a sudden leap he flew out from between the leaves like a bullet, his navy blue coat billowing in the air, seemingly mixing with the night sky making Zolomon nigh-invisible. He landed behind his opponent in the clearing he had just made and turned to look at him. The open area brought it's own challenge in a fight, yet Zolomon didn't care. He stretched out both his arms so hard they seemed to grow at least another ten percent, shrinking back when the stretching was done. A cool breeze blew through the opening and the heavy jungle air seemed to be at least temporarily lifted.

"I see you like to make an entrance..." Zolomon said with a wry grin. He looked around, checking the new surroundings for anything to be used in combat. "Not bad... a little loud for my tastes, but quite impressive! My name's Zolomon Beowulve, and I will be your opponent today," he said, bowing slightly out of courtesy. Then he began stretching again. "Attack whenever you're ready, I'm still too asleep to make the first move." this was both true and a trick, as he usually made it a policy to have his opponent attack first for some sort of power analysis. And he really HAD just woken up, so he didn't feel quite too aggressive, even though it couldn't be told by his intimidating black eyes and maniacal grin. The people watching could hear their hearts pounding at the sight of this man. He was a man... a monster to look out for.

[ageleith]

(OOC: Haha, this will be an enjoyable fight! Sorry it took so long. Had to reg for college classes today. It was a real bother. Going be a short post.)

Those watching the tournament from afar on screens. Were amazed at what each contender was so far capable of. A man who has the ability to manipulate the wind to his every will. Of course, A vampire takes the cake. Knowing what a vampire is and what most reportedly can do. Ageleith has neve come in contact with one before. The veiwers watch on with interest as the match begins to unfold.

*on the battlefield*
Ageleith calmly, but confidently turns around revealing the fact his first opponent is a vampire. Taking a firm grip to the staff, he slowly adjusts to an attack stance. his new opponent's every move and looks. More distinguished than Ageleith could have figured. Zolomon showed intelligence compared to what books had said. Also, having much more You can call me Ageleith. Now let us get down to buisness, shall we.

Ageleith grips the staff, now only abalze on the top end, with his right hand. With precise movements he leaps into the air, cocking back the staff. With minimal effort, the staff is waved in front of Ageleith, as if slicing at the air. Sending a wave of fury fire directly at Zolomon.

Veiwers stunned at the fact Ageleith can use fire from his staff. Still even after the commotion from the first ttack. Many of the watchers have a horrid look in their eye for another reason.

[zolomon]

(OOC: It's no prob, not like I'm Speedy Gonzales myself. And I know how schooling can be a biach, don't worry 'bout it. Let's just enjoy a fun fight. ^^ )

Zolomon's opponent turned around, a shadow of confusion and interest running over his face for a split second, but he smiled confidently and took his fighting stance, holding his staff in a manner that is both defensively and offensively effective, giving him a long reach if necessary and holding it in front of himself so that sudden blows would be more easily blocked. For a second Zolomon thought about using one of his weapons, but in the end he figured that using a blade against a staff wouldn't be fair. 'After all... I have my claws...' he thought and clenched his fist blood trickling down his fist and dripping slowly from his knuckles.

"You can call me Ageleith. Now let us get down to business, shall we?" Zolomon's opponent, Ageleith, spoke. Suddenly the upper end of his staff erupted in a flame and he took to the air. Zolomon closed his eyes and grinned wryly, carefully, almost dully opening his coat even as his opponent was attacking.

--

"Move yo' stupid goth-ass, freak!! I fucken swear this bitch is on crack!" a young man, no older than 16 shouted from his seat. His friends, all of them dressed in baggy pants, baseball caps and large, thick coats and wearing a ridiculous amount of jewelry, some the size of a small child's face, grunted in approval.

"Word, bro!" one shouted, nodding his head as he did.

"Fo' shizzle!" the friend to his left agreed.

"Man, this shit is whack! Stupid metal motherfuckers. I wish they'd just go emo on us and slice all their wrists..." the third, especially flabby rap-lover agreed.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the stands. All of a sudden the four rapper-wannabes found several dozen dark, brooding and depressed eyes were boring through them. "You have something against people who like goth music?" a boy said and stood up, his eyes strangely creepy with something like black tears painted on them, running down his cheeks.

"I heard you say something about disliking metal... you got a problem?" a frighteningly tall teenager with a mohawk stood up, the chains hanging from his waist clinging with each other and the spiky bracelets around his wrists.

Suddenly a quiet, gentle and yet spooky voice spoke behind them in something of a whisper. "You DO know, that emo don't cut just their own wrists, right?" It was a girl with a rather sad expression on her face, but they understood it was a girl only when it was too late. The four buddies burst back in such shock that they tripped over the seats beneath them and begun a violent and very painful tumble down to the front row.

"Shit, man, this place is fucked-up! Let's get the fuck out of here!" the 'gang leader' shouted, even though it came out as more of a whimper, obviously having no control over his rather limited curse-word vocabulary.

"Fo' shizzle, man!" his friend replied and staggered to his feet and towards the exit, just before he was hit in the head by a rather heavy-looking metal bracelet with a large skull on it. Some people dressed in dark chased after them and after a short period of cheering everyone settled down to watch the fight, realizing that it had already started. Or had it?

--

Suddenly Ageleith swung his staff even before coming within striking range and the flame on the end of his staff left a trace in the air, which suddenly became bigger and continued on its way towards Zolomon. For a moment no longer than one beat of a heart, surprise could be seen in the vampire's eyes who had just now opened, yet were closed right after. The audiences gasped as Zolomon was consumed by the flames and gasped once more as his left arm tore right through the flames extinguishing them, the fleeting fire casting light on his dark, shadowy character for a couple of seconds. Then that same arm grabbed the upper end of Ageleith's staff, opening his eyes and looking into his, holding it tight.

"Do not go at me half-heartedly... only the intention to kill can possibly harm me." As soon as these words escaped his lips, he pulled the staff and Ageleith towards himself and attacked with a full-palm strike to his chest, followed by an almost instant axe-kick to his left shoulder and finished with a powerful elbow-thrust to his gut, letting go of the staff just as he executed it. The attacks weren't supposed to do much damage, and if they did, his opponent was hardly worth the effort. Instead it was just to put his opponent back a bit, let him re-think his approach and give him another shot, yet the proximity of the two fighters and the speed of the execution had made the assault nigh-unstoppable.

"So... I see now... you have free control over wind... and your staff allows you to summon flames and control them to a certain extent... you probably use these two powers in conjunction to increase the might of the fire, as it feeds on the oxygen in air... and also make your wind attacks that much more deadly... tell me if I'm anywhere close!" Zolomon said with a smirk. "But let me warn you... I am the wielder of the Scythe of Hellfire... I have been to hell and back, literally, and you will need a flame quite a bit hotter than that to singe me..." Zolomon crossed his arms and the grin on his face disappeared. "Come at me once more... you will not get a third time to plan out your attack before going at me, so make this one count or you'll regret it. I'm waiting..." Zolomon said and whatever glee or laughter that had been in his eyes moments ago, even if maniacal or menacing, had disappeared, and anyone who could see well enough were staring into two endless wells of blackness... darkness... cold... evil. If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then this soul read loud and clear: NOT to be messed with.

NOTE: Please, any gothic/metal/emo/rap people, don't be mad at me for this! I listen to all those styles of music (and then some) and I'm not making fun of anyone, it's just a problem in my school, people pointing at others and giving wise-ass remarks about them being different. I think it's just stupid, and I decided to joke about that here. Don't kill me ^^

[ageleith]

Suspened in the air Ageleith released a somewhat of fire wave at the Zolomon. Watching the flames consume him, awaiting the vampire's next course of action. With intense speed, there he is. In Ageleith's face holding on to Zelilas. "Do not go at me half-heartedly... only the intention to kill can possibly harm me." Were the words him and the viewers heard clearly.

Being pulled towards Zolomon, he is thrown off balance. Still not letting the staff out of his grip. Ageleith takes the palm-strike into the chest. Attempting to throw himself while sill holding the staff, to dodge the axe-kick. Ended in failure, he is kicked str8 in his left set of ribs. Next hit in the gut with an elbow. Ageleith falls to the ground but lands on his feet a little roughly. Not much damage done, he shakes it off and stands confidently.

Zolomon makes a short speech on what he thinks Ageleith can do.You know the obvious, but the extent of my abilties you do not know. Now I believe it is your turn to try me. He pulls back into a Defensive Stance, ready for almost anything. But is he ready for a Vampire?

[zolomon]

(NOTE: In this post I'm using 2 new skills, which I've arranged with Robbie to add, but he's busy so he hasn't added them quite yet, sorry if it's a bit confusing.)

Zolomon's blows landed, even though his opponent had tried to evade. Ageleith landed on his feet and straightened up, a prideful look in his face, yet it was prideful in a good sense. This was a man with honor who had principles and things that he stood for. The kind of foe, besides the maniacal and heartless kind, who made the best opponent because they had something they clung to at all times, lengthening their natural lifespan and greatly increasing their stamina.

Large clouds sailed like barges through the sky, meeting with each other and slowly covering up the heavens, blocking out the light of the moon and stars, making the surrounding area even darker. One had to strain his eyes to notice Zolomon as he was, just standing there. "You know the obvious, but the extent of my abilities you do not know. Now I believe it is your turn to try me."

If the vampire had been in the mood, a wide grin would be on his face at the moment. "I never made any assumptions on your strength limits," Zolomon snapped back. He usually got annoyed when other didn't take his mercy on the rare occasions when he showed it, it made him feel like he was belittled. "But fine... if that's what you want..." Zolomon took two steps back and sunk into the darkness, disappearing completely. Even the cameras lost him and were simply relaying the scene from above.

Suddenly Ageleith heard Zolomon's voice coming from his right. "You will regret..." Suddenly from the left "...not accepting..." From behind "...my offer..." The vampire seemed to be nowhere and yet everywhere at once. He moved without sound and in the darkness was basically invisible, and his own power made tracing Ki nigh-impossible, as his energy stemmed from a different source, the darkness and evil within his heart.

All of a sudden a white palm emerged from out of nowhere, Zolomon had finally attacked. The first blow was aimed at Ageleith's nose using the base of his palm. It wasn't something that would murder a man without using his full power (knocking the nose bone inside one's brain was a quite certain way to kill), yet if it was fully successful, it might break the nose and tear his opponent's eyes, making his impaired vision even more so. Right after it came a punch to the right side of his face, immediately followed by a spin-kick to the left, and finally a drop-kick straight to his face.

After the short barrage the vampire retreated to the blackness once again, his character being visible for only a split second. Suddenly his steps became audible. Two steps forward and he appeared before Ageleith, quite visible, although the dark clothes still made his silhouette somewhat difficult to discern. "Your turn."

[ageleith]

Haha!! Ok, I just got back from out of town, which was unexpected. Now, I have great granpa's funeral in Tx to go to. Won't be back fro a few days. So um yeah..Zolomon your out of luck again. Srry bout this. family calls!

[A Dragonian]

((Like before, I don't feel like writing an actual post for this match, so I'm going to judge it.

This match is going to be a 4-1 to Zolomon. You can just tell from not only the size, but somewhat to the quality, that Zolomon put much more effort into what he wrote. I enjoyed reading what he wrote more, and he seemed to have more control over the fight.

Good luck to both members in Round Two!))