XaXavior Vs. Malicai

A Stage Play by XaXavior

This is actually a Roleplay fight between a friend and I. My character being XaXavior, his Malicai. My first REAL fight.

XaXaviorXerok: -Nods, taking a few steps away from Mal, closing his eyes a moment, concentrating the energies growing within him, focusing them to a single point. Two swords formed in his hands from the shadow realm, both made from Unobtanium, his favored weapons. As thse shadows are being used a light aura forms over him. He opens his eyes, placing his weapons in a defensive stance, one in front of him diagonally, covering his upper and lower torso, the other down at his side, ready to counter-strike. He nods to Mal signalling he is ready, but does not plan to attack at that point-

MalicaiDeAthil: Malicai fell into his stance as he waited, hands resting on his blades in a relaxed manner meant to disarm a man by its appearance. He let his eyes travel over his foe from toe to head, pausing to take root on the eyes, the window to the soul and the tell-tale sign of any action to come. A focus began to settle on him like nothing the queen had seen before but perhaps a couple of people had seen in him back at the dojo earlier. His power began to settle into his aura and his blood boiled from it as shadow formed around him, not actual shadow but an almost physical manifestation of the unholy touch of Lilith upon him, his legacy and birthright. The shadows curled and formed a more physical shape though they remained wispy and far from solid. His opponent nodded to him and, without a breath’s worth of time, his blood burned through him. His muscles coiled like a snake and his blood-granted speed propelled him forward with a swiftness that blurred his form and outline. In an instant there was the strike, the sound of metal on saiya sounding almost in unison, so quick were his movements. The dual katana, hand folded ancient star-metal, flashed in the light as they both came up and across, drawn by opposing hands and brought up in an X shape across, aiming for Xerok’s chest.

XaXaviorXerok: -Lowers his protective sword, raising the one at his side to block the first swipe, sidestepping the second. The aura around him giving him the ability to sense movements within it's perimeter. As he sidestepped the second swing, he dropped down, turning as he slouched, sweeping at Mal's legs, knowing he would easily dodge the attack, giving him time to replace his defenses. As he performs the sweep, he swings one of his blades back in front of him diagonally, blocking his face from any possible attacks.-

MalicaiDeAthil: Malicai followed through with his slash, though they contacted only with blade and air. His body twisted as he spun, blurring still as he shifted to the side in his spin, the tip of the blade tearing at leather on his thigh. He saw the blade rise to protect his foe’s face and upper body even as he continued to move past the creature. The ring of their blades carried still on the air as he skidded to a halt just past Xerox, his body still twisting to bring him to face his back. It was then that he lowered himself, still in motion as his right leg lifted to bring himself around with a powerful spin kick that was meant to impact with his competitor’s lower head and neck. Many had never seen him use the spiked spurs that ran up the back of his boots to his mid calf but they caught the reddish light as he moved. At the same time as this, one blde slipped backwards into a dishonorable position, spun in his left hand as he brought it up to protect his open flank. His right hand held the other blade high, over his head and pointed directly at the one he fully intended to tear to shreds. His eyes began to take on a brighter more infernal glow as his focus and strength began to rise as he fell to the dance of battle.

XaXaviorXerok: -Raises his lower hand to catch the boot as he tried to kick him, dropping his blade on the ground in the process. He grabs for it as if he intends to catch and hold it at the ankle, standing in the same motion attempting to throw him off balance, spinning with the motion and swinging his blade at the leg his opponent still stood upon, intending on following through. Should the strike miss, though, he would continue the movement, turning to face his opponent, his blade held at his side and his free hand held in front of him for defensive purposes, the armor more than enough protection for him-

MalicaiDeAthil: Malicai felt the hand grasp his ankle and growled softly as he knew he would be countered in turn. IT was what he would to. He had his backwards blade in place to block the sweep of the blade and, as his balance was off, he had to make arrangements. He took the blade and, as quickly as any instinct, pressed the tip down into the floor slightly to brace himself and guard against the swing with the flat of the strong katana. His leg, still held, was of no use to him but, his left hand being occupied in such a manner coupled with the man’s hold was enough for him to brace himself with for the moment. He didn’t put too much faith into it though, knowing it could change in an instant. His right hand lowered, whipping his blade around in an instant, coming in an arc down towards the open and unguarded side of his foe. He smiled darkly, fully enjoying the challenge as he pushed himself further, urging his blood to strengthen his own muscles for the blow.

XaXaviorXerok: -Surprised at the reaction that his opponent chose, he quickly Drops the ankle and puts his right arm at his side, catching the swing. His armor protected him from the sharpness of the blade, but not from the blow as his arm began to burn under the pressure, his forearms screaming in pain, threatening to break. As he knew his opponent had already regained his posture, he allows himself to slide with the attack, throwing his arm up despite the agony, tracing his own blade along the floor as he did, the blade making a screeching sound occasionally. Once his opponents blade had been properly deflected, he winced, dropping his arm, but not his guard, as he raised his left arm, the blade held in front of him. He stands for a moment, hoping that the searing in his arm would die eventually, thinking of a new attack route. Not thinking of one fast enough, he acts on impulse, rushing at Mal, his blade held in front of him prepared for an outward swing, following through with the swing once he was withing range.-

MalicaiDeAthil: Malicai, regaining his leg, leaped back out of reach as his opponent bought himself space as well. He let his right leg come forward as his defensive blade rose and his right hand retook its high posturing. He saw the man coming at him with great speed but it was sloppy, not thought out. He crouched, launching himself to the left of the swipe, bringing the backwards blade up to catch the blow and direct it downward. The force of it drove the blade’s tip into his shoulder, drawing it across as he shoved it to the side and down with a quiet hiss. He brought the high blade down in a sideways arc towards the uninjured shoulder of his foe with the maintained strength he had held before though he couldn’t hold onto the speed as strongly with his focus on harming him with his strength. He used the block he had pulled off to push himself back as he tried to keep distance enough. He circled a bit as he evaluated the damage to his arm with his eyes on Xerok the whole time.

XaXaviorXerok: -Takes the blow to his back and falls forward, catching himself on his hands, feeling his right forearm finally give under the pressure, collapsing fully to the ground. The pain in his arm was severe, but he had experienced much worse. He rolled over onto his back, rising to his feet, nursing his broken forearm a moment before retaking a defensive stance. His left hand reaching behind him, unsheathing his b*****d sword, and holding it out in front of himself at mid guard, his right hand hanging limp at his side. He grimaces from the pain, but still focuses on his adversary. He was weak, and hurting, but not yet ready to submit. He looked at Mal, watching him closely, awaiting his next move.-

MalicaiDeAthil: Malicai could feel his own fingers tingling as the strength drained from the one. He held his blade still but it was mostly willpower and the tip of it dipped low and close to the ground. His left blade was fine and uninjured though and he, seeing his opponent falter, was far from ready to give in. He wouldn’t underestimate the wounded any more than he was trained to give them quarter. He, without the blurring speed but still a bit faster than your normal human warrior, used the strength in his body granted by the power of his blood, launched himself forward, looking as if he would take a quick hard swipe towards Xerok’s face but, last minute he jerked to the side and sought to force himself in past the comfort zone of his foe’s blade, his sword actually raised for defense as he brought his weaker blade up and sought to stab towards the less defended side with the broken arm.

XaXaviorXerok: -Seeing his opponent rush at him, he immediately places his blade in a sideways defensive stance, one that would protect both his weakened side and his strong side, the tip of his blade catching Mal's stab, a slight ring filling the room as the blades met. As the blades made contact, Xax stepped around facing his opponents back side which was left wide open from his attack. Seeing the opportunity arise, he kicks at his opponent, hoping to throw him off balance again, following the kick with a vertical strike with the flat of his blade, aimint to stun, not kill his adversary.-

MalicaiDeAthil: Malicai had been caught too open and, the kick to his back sent him stumbling forward. The flat of the blade connected but, as he was already in motion it didn’t -quite- stun him as badly as had been expected. The strike did smart and it sent a shock of pain up his right arm and down to his fingers, his blade clattering to the ground. He nearly lost focus then and had to swallow back a hissed snarl before it could surface. His eyes blazed an infernal red as he turned, in a low crouch as he attempted to hide the fact that he was thrown off. He didn’t lunge at the man or swing his blade just yet. He was watching, waiting to see what Xero would do next.

XaXaviorXerok: -Stands, exhausted, the pain in his right arm seemingly sapping him of all his strength. He smirked slightly as his blows connected, his blade remaining falt-side-down on the ground as he backed away from mal, his posture falling with his stamina. Seeing how his opponent did not rise to strike again, he took a moment to take a deep breath, lifting his sword back up, only the hilt though, in a frontal low guard. The muscles in his left arm burning from lack of use, but the pain in his right overwhelming enough that he was able to ignore it. He stands facing his adversary, sweat dripping from his brow, and he stands straight upward, his head cocked slightly to the side with a grin playing out on his face he says- So, are we going to go all out, or continue at this pace, for I cannot continue at this rate. -As he speaks, the light aura around him begins to darken as his strength grows rapidly, the aura spanning out to cover a few more feet, the room growing darker with each passing second. Shadows creep down his arm, numbing the pain, but not repairing the damage. His arm still at an odd angle, he reaches up and grabs the hilt of the sword with both hands, almost looking a tad morbid, holding it up easily at mid guard once more smiling as he had not yet been able to show this much power in a fight.-

MalicaiDeAthil: Malicai grinned darkly as he looked upon the first real challenge he’d met blades with since he’d come here. It brought a new rush of strength to him as he forced his own blood to strengthen his arm as he reached for the fallen blade and the unholy darkness at his back wrapped around him in a shadowy embrace. For a moment all that could be seen of his face was the glow of his eyes as they flared, the light burning so strongly that it seeped across his face and lapped at the shadows far removed from its source. The shadows burst outward from him, leathery wings taking its place as infernal runes began to light upon his skin from shoulder to arms as he shrugged the jacket off and let it fall to the floor as he stood up. He chuckled darkly as he set his baleful eyes upon Xerok again and gave him his answer with action and not words. In an instant his speed returned and he was on him, a flurry of blade strikes aimed at his foe so quickly that it was difficult for a bystander to see their movements save for the flashing of soft reddish light upon their flats as they swung. All were slashes, aimed at fatal areas for a mortal and possibly for whatever his foe happened to be.

XaXaviorXerok: -Smirks as his opponent rushes at him, his silver eyes seeing clearly in the dark where most people could not, picking up every movement Mal made for the room was cloaked in that which he was made. The Shadows. As Mal swung his blades, Xax was able to block each oncoming strike with his own, sometimes catching more than one hit at once. Eventually he grunted lightly as he pressed his blade forward, blocking the attack and deflecting it at once. As the blow is deflected, another blade appears in his right hand, smaller in length, but same in width as the larger sword. He immediately swings the new blade at Mal, no hesiatation or regard for his injured arm, quickly following the first strike with a jab from his longer blade, aimed for his abdomen. He knew the strike would probably not be successful, but he had to find openings somehow, and trial-and-error seemed the best path to take at this point.-

MalicaiDeAthil: Malicai wasn’t in the mindset to hide or run this time. This time it was all or nothing. He was from the same dojo as Nubu and, as such, they were both strong practitioners of sacrifice. He lunged forward, the thick blade biting deep into his own gut and appearing through his body. He wasn’t about to let the second shot hit without an attempt to save on the loss he’d taken however. With an inhuman snarl coupled with dark laughter that seemed to possibly be more than one voice, he brought back both katana and spun them in his hands. In the same instant as the spin he plunged his blades downward, one directly attempting to enter his foe’s chest and the other aimed to the shoulder. The shoulder shot was intended to lock the joint more than cause severe damage, an attempt to save him the pain of the second attack. He cackled as his lips moved the whisper of Sumerian words and the air around them began to drastically rise in temperature. A thin trickle of blood escaped his lips but he was yet to notice any real pain, the infernal energies and power of the Dark Ancients coursing through him all at once was too overwhelming to allow it just now.

XaXaviorXerok: -His eyes widen as Mal moves into his attack, willfully taking his sword to the gut. He released the sword, letting it hang loosely from his opponent, stepping back out of the way of the first hit, but taking the one to his shoulder, shadows immediately crawling over the wound numbing the pain, and he jerked backward, attempting to yank the blade from his hand allowing it to lodge in his shoulder, his arm going limp (Left). Once the damage is done, and he regains his compsure he feels the heat rising, a relief to his unnatural cold. He smirks, raising his smaller blade in defiance, blood seeping from his shoulder, yet his eyes still flared with a liveliness that was inhuman in every manner. He cackles lightly himself, the rage of battle flowing through him like he had never felt before, adrenaline beyond overworking. He takes advantage of his opponent's crippled state, and rushes at his disarmed side, swinging his blade horizontilly, intending only to cut, not to sever.-

MalicaiDeAthil: Malicai grinned wider, a smile that was only barely his own and it held a wickedness than none here had been privy to just yet. He felt the jerk but stepped forward, his hand curled firmly around the hilt of the lodged katana. His wings closed around him, the slash to his side slicing deep into the sinew and bone there. Still he chanted, his voice gaining volume as a second and a third overlapped his own in time. The red glow of his eyes consumed every sense of his pupil as his expression contorted and sent all semblance of any kindness he may have ever held into a deep pit of pure evil. He brought the blade that had missed around and attempted to slam it into the man’s side as the air began to shift and the temperature rose even more. If they had needed to breathe it would have been difficult for either of them to do so by now and the climate reached out about ten feet in all directions from him. Tiny embers began to form on the carpets at their feet and they swirled, rising through the air around them in a spiral. The runes on his arms were beginning to crawl down stretching across his back, chest and reaching up across his face and further downward past his waist line. Something was about to happen. The power crackled in the air and was almost physical in its thickness.

XaXaviorXerok: -Screams in rage as the blade cuts his own side, the darkness around him becoming thicker and thicker, shadows crawling over the new wound. He hears the chanting and feels the rising temperature. Apparently, the creature was casting a spell of some sort. As the chant grows louder, xax focuses within himself, bringing up a nearly invisible barrier around himself to shield him from the heat, his eyes clouding over with a blackness that made them look almost non-existant, the room growing darker and darker till only those who dwelled in the shadows could even see, counter-acting the heat with it's own cold, smothering the embers beneath their feet. He smirked, his teeth almost glowing in the empty darkness rising around them. Shadows begin to fold around his wings as he folds them forward, jabbing them toward Mal's chest, the feathers becoming as sold as steel, the points still sharp as they were as feathers.-

MalicaiDeAthil: Malicai’s grin became a thin determined line as his blade sunk into Xerok’s side. He pressed himself into the man, both hands gripping each blade tightly for support as much as to keep him close and unable to get much momentum in an attack. The shadows were heavy and the cold did make it difficult to feel the heat forming but the flames and embers did not crush out. They were nothing of this realm and required no air to survive. This fire was from the deepest pits of hell and it rose, swirling around them both still as did it ignite and burn from his eyes. He finished the chant as the wings dug deeply into each of his shoulders, as he’d stepped in too close to be hit in the chest and, suddenly a shockwave began to form. The spell had been cast the moment he had began to speak. His chanting had simply given it greater power as he’d contracted with the powers of hell and let their power flow through him. The very ground in the room creaked and rumbled as the otherworldly primal flames of hell sparked around him in a violent inferno the likes of which not many had ever seen. The time he had spent, the blood he had sacrifice. Every drop of it flowed into the coffers of the demons who reached out through him now. Every ache and pain he’d felt had brought them pleasure and every ounce of it had served to bring them closer. He had seen the shield and, yes, it should grant some protection but would it be enough to face the gleeful wrath of Hell itself? It was time to find out just what it was made of. What his opponent was made of. The flames licked at his own skin, burning it with every caress and he laughed with every throb as his knees buckled and he was held up only by his death grip opn the blades lodged in the shadow creature. Weak as he was, still hi lifted his head to look him in the eyes, even as the flames began to deal him damage as well.

XaXaviorXerok: -Struggles to hold his shields up, the powers trying to break through unlike any he had ever faced. Slowly the flames began to break through, no matter how many additional layers he held up, they seemed to bat through with the same eternal source. He looked down at the creature at his feet, making eye contact, seeing his pain, and yet glee from battle as well. Still focused on summoning the shields, his vision faltered, not seeing the flames actually damaging his opponent. This fire was not of this world, and apparently there was no way to stop it. Since he could not stop it, he decided to instead neautralize it. Knowing that this next feat would knock him unconcious, it was the only way to end the on-going fight. In a sudden burst of energy, the seal beneath his feet growing bright, then shattering, the shadows in the room expanded, merging with the flames, becoming one in shadow and flame. The flames still existant but cold, his shields drop and he feels the icy flames dancing around him a moment before falling limp, Mal's grip on the swords the only thing holding him up.-

MalicaiDeAthil: The only thing that had been holding Malicai up was the very thing that now fell limp and so he crumpled to his knees, pausing there before slumping over him as the shadows and flames danced an alluring tango of destruction around them before dieing off. He didn’t move, to exhausted to do anything as the pain shocked through his system. He didn’t fall unconscious, that would have been a blessing. No he laid there in agony, too weak to even blink his eyes as the wings dissipated into shadow and then dispersed completely.