Your match can begin with the rules already agreed upon.

Randy took a long drag from his Camel smooth Turkish blend cigarette. He inhaled the smoke deeply, and let it stay in his lungs for a moment, causing them to blacken and worsen just a bit more, before exhaling. The cherry on the cigarette had now burned all the way down to the filter. Randy thrust the cigarette down into his glass ash-tray, causing small ambers to be thrown around inside the tray as he smothered the cigarette out. His eyes flickered from the ash-tray, to his computer monitor which was currently flashing. He had been sent an e-mail. His hand quickly left the smothered cigarette, right over to his mouse which he had quickly snatched and drug it along, causing the cursor to fly from the left side of the screen to the right. He double clicked on the e-mail pop-up, and let it load, which didn't take very long.

"Duel's ready. Field will be fire and lava." It read. It was by an administrator. He was about to be dueling a fellow Advantarde member by the name of Rico. A small grin spread across Randy's face as he quickly opened up "The World." Snatching up the headset, he placed it upon his head, and at that moment it seemed that his brain and heart had been sucked out of his body sitting in the computer chair. Suddenly another window appeared in front of him.

Username:

Password:

"Please enter your User-name and Password please." A smooth, cool-like female voice said, it was the usual cyber voice for the system.

Username: Malignant

Password: *******

"Welcome to 'The World'." The smooth voice had said, before it had left completely. Everything was silent and dark, until...

He felt his feet smack against the ground before he dropped to a knee to catch himself from falling totally forward. Looking around, he was glad to feel the gentle breezes rush through the Aqua Capital Mac Anu... He was back in "The World" and Randy no-longer, just Malignant, The Drunken pervert. Laughing a bit to himself, he stood up and smoothed his dark green Kimono, and sleek long brown hair back. He peered around for a moment before his right arm rested completely against his right side, as his hand clutched itself around the metal hilt belonging to his Rondo. He quickly walked across the bridge dividing one half of Mac Anu from the other. In no time he was back in-front of the Chaos Gate. When he had shouted the words belonging to the field, three large golden rings were cast around his body. Suddenly he felt the darkness and silence wrap around him once again, as though it was smothering him.... Then he appeared in a semi-dark area. It had an eerie reddish glow to it, then he had seen why the glow was there. Large river's of Lava were flowing through gigantic, deep cracks in the ground. A few times here and there a large blaze of fire emitted from the lava rivers, before dying, and going back into the lava streams. Malignant's green eyes peered around here and there, before metal scraping against metal could be heard as the Rondo was unsheathed. He held it in his right hand, letting the tip drag around half an inch into the ground, engraving a path with it.


SP:30/30

Red eyes scanned the field. All was well, all was quiet. “Too quiet,” a soft, cool voice muttered. The voice must’ve belonged to the pair of red eyes. A tapping sound could be heard, and the red eyes looked towards their lower left. Fingertips were drumming on the hilt of a sheathed sword. Since the sword was sheathed its identity was unknown. The eyes went back to their original position. Nothing changed.

“What a letdown,” The cool voice said again. The voice obviously belonged to a male. “I’m tired of this stupid sneaking around stuff man,” with that, the red eyes flew up in the air along with the body of a Blademaster. The player landed in the snow in front of some bushes. Apparently he had been viewing the field from a bunch of brushes. Not an ideal spot to just chill, but whatever rocks his dock.

He crackled his knuckles then moved his neck from side to side. Sitting down for such a long period of time does numbers on one’s bones. The only person or thing in the snowy field was Rico. Rico was trying to gain a few levels or pilfer some nice equipment before his duel with fellow Avantgarden member, Malignant. I guess I won’t gain any levels here, Rico said inside of his head. He then used his personal options to get out of the field and return to Mac Anu.

The three all-to-familiar golden rings dropped to Mac Anu for the umpteenth time that day. The rings departed in a beautiful mass of blue sparkles revealing an image of a player covered in a bright white light. Just as soon as the white light appeared it had disappeared. Standing in what used to be three golden rings and a bright light was a blue-clad Blademaster named Rico.

Rico walked down the steps in front of the Chaos Gate and headed off towards the bridge. He figured that he’d have some time to mellow out before the duel, freeing his mind of any problems he had. That way, he’d be in the best condition possible for his duel. When Rico reached the bridge he walked over to the railing on the left. He took a set and dangled his feet over the edge. His hands were hanging from the top of the railing. Rico kicked his feet a little and then focused on the clear, pristine water. It was so easy to get caught up in the moment and never leave this spot. Rico had a bad habit of doing that.

Not today, today he had to get to his duel with Malignant. With a yawn Rico got up from his seat and headed towards the Chaos Gate. He stuffed both hands into their respective pockets and whistled while he walked. His black, shiny dress shoes made an awesome tapping sound on the cobblestone. The golden ring of the Chaos Gate with the blue mass in the middle grew larger and larger with every step. Finally, he reached the transporting device. Rico entered the keywords and closed his eyes as the three golden rings came up from the ground, ready to take him to the keywords that he entered.

The three golden rings landed on the scorching ground, the same events unfolded as when Rico entered Mac Anu. He scanned the field, Malignant was already there. The field was mostly dark with some red here and there thanks to the fire. The ground was black rock with cracks in it. Running under ever crack appeared to be lava. Then coming out of some of the cracks was a dark steam. Rico inhaled deeply, too deeply. The smoke entered his lungs at a tremendous rate. He fell to his knees and coughed a bit. This was going to be a fun duel.

Let’s make this quick, Rico said to himself. He had places to go and people to see. He quickly unsheathed his Rondo, and his red eyes fell on his opponent. Malignant appeared to be making a path in the rock with his own sword. Rico cocked an eyebrow and charged at his enemy.

He was gaining ground on his opponent. Rico tightened his grip on the blade. He wasn’t going to try and fancy acrobatic moves which he was so fond of in the beginning. A simple spell would work fine here. He squinted a little bit, trying to get the best view of his opponent. This was it; he was now in striking distance of Malignant. The only problem with this assault was that Rico ran at Malignant’s front. “Revolver!” Rico shouted as he jumped into the air and unleashed the spinning sword attack.

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SP: 17/25

Malignant smiled lightly seeing Rico. For once he wasn't completely drunk while in the vicinity of a fellow Vanguard member, though he had drunk a bit before the duel. His eyes were clear and focused, unlike their usual bloodshot and hazy look. His stance, and movements were crouched or upright, quick and fluent instead of the staggering or stumbles. He nodded his head lightly to Rico, as his opponent was moving rather quickly toward him. He's looking to land a hard blow right now.. He thought to himself as Rico leapt up into the air and used the fierce, revolver move on him. Rico's blade spun quickly and violently toward him as he neared with the leap.

Quickly, Malignant ripped his blade up through the still rather hot surface that they were walking on. This caused small and decent sized chunks of the ground to come up at Rico's face. The chunks were Still hot, at least around one hundred and twenties degrees. Just as a safety pre-caution, he brought his left arm up and over his eyes, to protect them in-case any of the hot chunks were brought at his own face.

As he had ripped up the blade, causing the hot chunks to fly toward Rico's face, he used the sudden upwards movement to let his Rondo clash with Rico's. The sudden clash had caused the blade to rebound backwards, as well as his body, causing a new distance of around seven or eight feet between the two fighters. "Nice attempt." He said to Rico with a smile. If Rico didn't belong in the Vanguard, Malignant would've probably given sarcasm, or insults. Instead, he continued to smile, though his eyes had started to narrow and become rather blood-shot. This wasn't from drinking though, it was from the heat of the field, and the smoke wafting through the air. He quickly brought his left arm up to his face, and wiped the tears that had slowly started to come out away, as well as any sweat that had already come, so as to not let himself be blinded at any time. At this point, he was standing upright, but slowly the baggy cloth pants that he was wearing had slowly begun to tighten around his knees, as they bent. His body was being lowered into a crouching position, his favored stance.

Pulling the blade closer to him, almost in a tucking sort of way, he put the dull side of the blade from the left side of his stomach, to the right shoulder, in a rather defensive poise. Malignant's eyes never left his opponent-- He was trying to calculate him. It would have been easier to calculate Rico's movements and style, but Malignant hadn't really had a chance to get to know Rico, or even quest with him, though from what he could tell, Rico wanted the match over rather quickly than to stay and toy with his opponent.

SP:30/30

Rico held his breath as he spun around multiple times, each spin added more momentum to the attack, or so he would like to believe. The force of the rotations brought Rico’s jacket whipping around him this way and that. Of course, the royal blue jacket whipping into the air made him not very aerodynamic and balanced out the increased speed from each rotation, so Rico stayed at a constant speed. Staying at a balanced speed was definitely not to his liking.

Malignant quickly tore his blade out from the hot, black ground and sent chunks of magma and such heading towards Rico’s face. This changed Rico’s objective from attacking Malignant to protecting himself. The Rondo was still going on. The Blademaster brought his sword up in front of his face and deflected in all different directions. Rico’s spin stopped and he fell to the ground, his opponent had apparently covered his face too. Both of the duel participants in the duel didn’t want to get burnt by the rock. Their blades crashed together as Rico landed successfully. His shoes sizzled when they hit the ground. The blades slamming together caused Rico to skid back a little bit. More smoke and sizzling sounds came from the ground when Rico skidded. He was now further away from his opponent.

“Nice attempt,” Malignant said with a smile. Rico let out a slight chuckle in between deep breaths. It was a nice attack, the player told himself as he studied the other Blademaster and Avantgarden member. The player wanted Malignant to make the next move. Rico needed to catch his breath and get some more SP before he tried another attack. He only decided to watch as Malignant bent down into a fighting stance. Rico wanted him to take as much time as he pleased.

The blue-clad fighter took a deep inhale and then a slow exhale. This was a breathing practice that he learned in cross country to help regain his breath. Hopefully it would work in the game too. His opponent put his blade into a defensive position, and Rico’s hopes fell like a sack of potatoes. He quickly shrugged it off, sometimes being on the offensive was a good thing.

Sliding his feet behind him, more grey smoke rose into the air. Thankfully it went behind Rico. Otherwise his lungs would have been overwhelmed with the smoke. Doing the motion with his feet reminded Rico of a bull. He smiled lightly. His next move was a straight sprint towards his opponent. The run wouldn’t catch Malignant off guard, but hopefully the next step would. When he got about five feet from Malignant he lifted up his sword and faked left then went right. His blade, being held in his left hand, not his strong hand, slashed for Malignant’s left kneecap.

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SP: 19/25

Malignant closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling calmly. The smoke had started to get to him, which made him cough here and there. He brought his left arm up, and waved here and there to clear the smoke away from his face, at the very least. That’s when he noticed that the spinning of Rico’s Revolver had caused the hot rocks and magma that he had thrown up toward Rico’s face had indeed been kicked back at him. The holes were about quarter in size, and the sleeve was still smoldering. When he continued to wave his arm, the smoldering finally ceased, though the pain didn’t. He heard Rico’s chuckle from the decent amount of distance between the two. So… He doesn’t take everything serious. Heh. He thought to himself, before smirking lightly with a slight decline of his head into a nod. He looked down at his arm, looking at the several holes that had been burned through the sleeve of his Kimono. Malignant winced, feeling the stinging sensation, and smelling a bit of burned flesh from his arm. “Damn…” He said to himself almost silently, shaking his arm a little bit.
Some smoke and a small burst of flames erupted through the ground in front of him, indicating that another stream of lava was currently making a crack through the ground. The smoke was blinding his vision of Rico, so he had to side-step a few times to the right, in order to see Rico once more. “Now, that’s better.” Malignant told himself, having complete vision of his opponent again. He brought his left arm upwards, and wiped his forehead and face off, removing the sweat that could temporarily blind him.

His breathing was slow for now, since he really hadn’t done anything to get him exhausted, though the heat wasn’t helping any. Malignant’s eyes remained focused on nothing but Rico, which was his one and only priority now. Then he saw Rico do an odd thing, looked like a Bull getting ready to charge. Rico had dashed straight at him. Hmm… What is he up to.. He thought, as his opponent neared quicker, and quicker. About five feet away, Rico slipped to the right, then to the left. Malignant’s head turned with Rico’s movements, and saw the blade coming low and toward his left leg. “Juk Rom!” He shouted, slamming his blade downwards toward his left side. A towering funnel of wind appeared the moment his blade was thrust down and leaves appeared inside. Since they were so close together, the funnel didn’t have far to go from its target. The funnel moved at a very quick pace, as again, two blades clung together. The thrusting movement downwards with his own blade had blocked Rico’s assault toward his left knee-cap, sparing any damage toward his mobility. The leaves danced around like there was music playing inside the funnel. A few of the rocks and other things from the field that had been sucked up into the funnel were being sliced apart from the speed and force behind the dancing leaves. Malignant twisted the hilt of his Rondo, causing his blade to push Rico’s away from his leg.

SP: 21/30

“Juk Rom”

The words from his opponent rang through Rico’s head. The next thing that came into his head was his own words: Dead meat. There was no possible way that he could dodge the tornado spell. Both Rondos collided and the force of the collision shocked him, even if he wanted to move he couldn’t. Green runes formed under his feet and a harsh wind shot many a leaves at Rico. The force pushed him up in the air and spun him around, finally shooting him away from the battle scene.

Rico groaned as he pushed himself to his feet. His clothes were tattered and his HP was unbelievably low. He stuck the tip of his Rondo into the hot ground and leaned on it. “Repth,” he managed to say. It might not have been the smartest move because Malignant would be able to move in and attack. It took quite a bit of time for the Repth spell to work.

The Blademaster checked his HP bar, it was full. “Awesome,” Rico said lightly and he turned his attention back to Malignant. He needed to come up with another attack plan. The last two failed very hard. Rico bent his right knee and straightened out his left one, it was certainly not the most recommended fighting position, but he liked to be different. The player licked his lips and straightened out both of his legs. It was time for a new fighting position.

Rico wrapped his left arm behind him and held his sword vertically down his right leg. He was doing his best to impersonate a fencer. He advanced closer to Malignant. With every step, he raised his blade more and more.

Steam rose from the ground as Rico was now mere feet away from his opponent. The Rondo was parallel to the ground. “En Guarde,” Rico said. He stuck his sword straight out in front of him, in a lunging technique.

SP: 21/25

((OOC: I'm keeping the same equipment I had when the duel started and SP stuff to avoid confusion.))

Malignant watched as the Juk Rom spell levitated Rico off the ground for a moment, then flung him. The lethal leaves inside had began to rip at Rico's armor and flesh. But Malignant wasn't going to get off easy for this very close offense. A few leaves had managed to fly his way, and slice open his cheek, the bridge of his nose, and his left fore-arm. And the strength of the funnel had thrown Malignant back him-self. Malignant staggered for a few moments before being able to re-gain his footing. Shaking his head lightly, Malignant looked to see Rico collide roughly with the ground.

This was able to give Malignant some-what of a small breather, which he took gratefully. He noticed that the Juk Rom had taken a few HP off from him, but not enough to be worried about. Blood slowly dripped off of his cheek and nose, as well as ran down his arm and dripped to the ground. A burst of fire erupted beside Malignant, which caught his sleeve on fire. Flailing the arm around, Malignant had begun to curse rapidly, and loudly until the fire was out. The sleeve continued to singe and smoke. "Damn fire.." He muttered to himself, before bringing his attention back to Rico. He had already stood up, and was now in a very unusual stance, with his blade aligned with his leg. "En Guarde." The Blademaster said. Malignant tightened the grip around the hilt to his Rondo as Rico slowly advanced toward him. With every step his opponent took, the blade heightened up-wards.

"Alright." Malignant said lightly, starting to take steps toward Rico. His shoulder's were slunched over, and his blade dragged against the ground some more. He wasn't moving very quick, but soon enough the two Blade-Master's would collide.


SP: 23/30