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xTheBlackSwordsman: (Hmm, very old fashined and medieval-esk. Like it.)
KarmaRoseBloodMoon: standing at the edge of the arena, Rose would adjust her black mask about her face, it fitted perfectly about her jaw and nose, hiding all but her eyes, which shown a deep red. It matched the rest of her attire, her form fitting one piece black jumpsuit, that showed off her slender female form and what some people may think was too much cleavage, though she didnt rightly care. Her outfit also consisted of a floor length black cape, which usually hid her tail, though it constantly moved about making the cape look as if it were moving of its own accord, and then there were her black gloves to which she adjusted on her hands before reaching behind her to secure the twin katanas at her back once more before leaning down to check the daggers at her ankles. Upon standing back up she ran her hands through her hair pulling strands from around her horns. Once ready she straighened herself to her full 5 foot 3 inch self and took off ant a sprint toward the center of the arena only to launch herself off her feet into the air, doing a flip at the same time taking her left hand over her right shoulder, unsheathing one of her katanas, just as she lands upright 6 feet from her opponent her right leg extended outward to her side, her left leg knee bent, toes pointed forward as she brought down the katana at the same time in a semi circular motion blade down against the ground grazing it as if drawing an invisible line causing small flames to burst forth from the blade, or were they coming from the ground, the entire katana seemed to be glowing now. Upon completing the semi circle the flames would disappear leaving a trail of ash and what now appeared to be small vines beginning to creep their way up from tiny cracks that somehow formed in the ground either during her landing or due to the flames. Rose would stand, resheathing her blade and bowing toward her opponent.
KarmaRoseBloodMoon: ((ok there, reposted here))
NahkrahKhine: (( glad you like x3 well the rp is ment to be set in the Medieval time ))
xTheBlackSwordsman: (Well, my RPC is set to have woken up from his eon's long slumber after a fierce battle in medieval times. So fits him)
NahkrahKhine: (( nice ))
MightyMurr: Syltris was only a couple inches shorter than the opponent she had been faced with, standing at five foot, one inch. Well, the boots she wore actually accomensated the tiny difference in height, as there was about an inch to an inch and a half the shoes gave. Although covered by an ashen cloak that covered her head and estended down to her thighs, Syltris wasn't much for keeping her entire body clothed. Elves generall didn't care much for restricting clothes, and wearing so much that it just got in the way. Still, though, even her own elven people would say she may have been revealing too much. her entire left leg was reealed, her right leg covered only a black stocking that was torn and ripped about. It was, in fact, quite surprising the cloth was still hanging on. It appeared as though the cloth was meant to shield her lef from the knie held by two straps against her leg. It likely wouldn't be there if it weren't for the blade. From there, she wore a simple pair of shorts with a few belts and buckles tha would hold a number of different things. At the time, her cloak covered what it held, but it could be guessed it held smaller tactical weaponry. Needles, perhaps. Actually those who knew her, knew her magical abilities were more distinct to runecasting, so she carried runestones with her. To cover her best, she had a single band of clothing wrapped firmly around her torso. Gloves covered the palms of her hands, meant to help her keep a grip of heer weapons. On her left hand, a crow ring. On the right, that of a ram. Thinking back, her dagger actually looked more like that which would expected for ritual purposes... not a fight. She actually had quite a few accessories that pointed more towards cult culture.... Could be concerning. Although she had learned how to dye her hair with paints, Siltris' hair was currrently a grey, like it had been etched black and he color had faded, with the top part of her curled locks being the ash-white that was her true color. It gave a nice gradient fade. On her back, a massive black blade rested - a greatsword, to be exact. It had an uncounted number of etchings on it. What could they mean? Actually, how was the blade even there? It was like it was floating behind her, yet still acted as though it were bound to her back. Watching her apponent's show, she only rose a brow. She had never been much for these dancies shows put on at entrances. Still, though, her pastel eyes lingered on the cracks and 'vines' that had formed. She'd need to be careful. Magic was at play, and there was no telling what it would bring. She responded with a bow of her own before reaching her right hand behind her to grip at the greatsword's handle and pull it from its hold. The motion was slow as she kept a close eye on her opponent, pulling her arm out all the way to straighten it out before rolling her shoulder blade in its socket. The blade was fairly long, after all. Why was she pulling it out like something actually held it there? No sound came from the movement. Was it just an illusion? She held it straight and looked it over, only to let out a sigh of breath beforee the massive blade suddenly fell - slamming to the ground with a heavy thud and crashing into the arena floor. It was as though a spell had been placed on it to make it lighter on a normal basis... so what exactly was its true weight? Could she even pick it back up like that? The answer was quickly given as she gripped it properly now and pulled it up, holding it in both hands for now and pointed outward as she bent her knees to brace the weight. She was ready, focused on a mix between offense and defence. she was cuatious. She'd step in small amounts to the side to make a smei-circle around her opponent. Who woould make the first move? She was staying cleaar of the markings on the ground... quite the cautious one she was. SHe wasn't the type to rush into a battle when there were grey areas on the field.
MightyMurr: [ Yay, didn't break the chat. ]
KarmaRoseBloodMoon: ((loll no no you didnt.))
KarmaRoseBloodMoon: ((give me a moment ill type up a response)
MightyMurr: [ Tyt. ]
KarmaRoseBloodMoon: Rose would sit upon the ground as if in meditation, her palms placed on the surface one on each side of her body, her eyes closed as she awaited her opponents response. Her elven ears began to twitch upon hearing the sound of a sword being drawn, her demonic eyes flew open as a grin crossed her face beneath her mask, though it could not be seen, her sharp vampiric teeth grazed her bottom lip. Rose jumped to her feet as her opponent had drawn her own semi circle, she waited until it was completed before she would, nod toward her, drawing her katana once more, driving it into the crack upon the ground once more, causing it to open further, flame and vine emitting from it as the ground split moving toward her opponent. The vines reaching upward toward Syltris's left leg, as fire balls shot out sparatically hitting the ground and turning to ash. Should the fire resistant vine find her leg, it would surely knock her off her feet.