Sample rp

The battle raged on. In the drops of the bloody waterfall drips over his head and it stained the black hair of his with blood that continously poured down as the two brothers clashed. The two brothers battle hard and slam their weapons against each other as the metal grind against each other making a high pitched noise. They pulled away from each other after the bloody exchange and made distance between themselves. Both walking around the arena in circles staring at one another while dragging their blades upon the concrete floor.

Suddenly within a flashing second they both moved off. They slashed their blades across each others bodies within swift speed and dealt fatal blows within the quick burst of attacks. Azazel struck for the head of his brother but his brother was able to to dodge with quite agile movements and put himself out of harms way within a swift move.

Azazel's brother retaliated with a sweeping kick but Azazel jumped over it and thrust his leg into the chest of his brother launching him back. However that wasn't enough to take him down as he'd quickly regain balance and get back on proper footing to rush back up with quick bursting speed. Quick jabs of the blade were sent towards the body of Azazel but he swerved them all, or so he thought. After withdrawing for a bit he took at look at his jacket and it was full of poke holes and cuts. His skin was cut in many different sections which proved that he wasn't as fast as brother.

Despite that, whatever he lacked in speed he could make up back for in strength. He'd rush forward and slam his large cleaver blade down onto the body of his brother, his brother quickly reacted with a swift draw back but the slam wasn't aimed to cut down the brother with one vile slash but instead it launched a cutting wave of dark energy towards him. The attack cut deep into his brothers arm and made his arm quite loose and unhinged. It would hang off from his body but a injury like that wasn't enough to end a demonic being like his brother's life. Azazel knew very well it would take much more than that.

He would coat his blade with a burning demonic flame. Azazel was ready to end this battle once and for all. The final battle for the position of Demon King, after their father died he left them both as princes to rule together but both of them couldn't stand one another. It was one or the other for them and in this battle it was the same. One of them had to come out alive and one left behind for dead.

"Brother...Why did it have to end up this way." Azazel spoke during the pause of the battle, his brother quickly responded back to him. "Simple, I want to become Demon king and your in my way." Azazel didn't want to hurt his brother, he was evil but he'd prefer kill anyone else but his brother. Even if they had disagreements and hated each other like all siblings do but in reality, they were still family and as a brother Azazel cared for him. His beloved twin.

Azazel calmed the flames and cracked his neck a bit before putting his sword back in the sheath. He was over with the fight, just like that he was done.

"I give up. You may become the demon king..I'll just be your mercenary or something like that." He'd turn his back to his opponent. His most fatal flaw.. The brother of Azazel dashed forward quickly and rammed his blade through his stomach. His katana ripped through his stomach and the Japanese symbolized runes lit up with blue ki and suddenly it would release a blue flame burning Azazel's body. He'd pull his blade out and flick off his blade with the blood that run on it.

"I'm sorry...Alive your still a roadblock...I live on as the last Kurokiba in the Demon Dynasty. The True Demon King." The brother said walking away from his brothers body. The flames ceased to burn Azazel leaving him barely alive but burnt up and in a condition that would take him a while to recover to normal from.

"Brother...I'll get you back...You'll feel my Wrath.." Azazel spoke his last words before knocking out.