1 on 1 Standard Rules

[-Dracon Malik]

1 v 1 Standard Rules

Area: Beach with lots of sand and ocean

You will have my level

The battle will be intense, i do plan on fighting to my hearts content

[-Ezekiel]

I'm in, wouldn't dare miss a chance like this in years. I do hope you bring "it" because I forgot what "it" is and I've decided to RP instead.
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Ezekiel sat on the soft sand watching the waves as the crashed on the shore. Standing up Ezekiel turned to a man he had buried in the sand up to his neck. "Now are you going to surrender or am I going to have to drain you and your villiage of blood and turn you all into mindless ghouls for my own use. Of which you'll most likely be killed and you'll find out how pointless life is in general." said Ezekiel looking down at the man with interest. The man coughed at Ezekiel but made know reply, sighing deeply Ezekiel grabbed the top of the mans head and pulled. The sound of crunching bones and the mans screams caused a group of seagulls to take flight and Ezekiel ripped the mans head off. "Oh well your loss" chuckled Ezekiel licking the blood off his hands as he threw the head on the sand. "Your loss."

[-Dracon Malik]

Being hired by a local village to stop a madman Dracon made his way to the shores of the nearest beach where the villagers had told him he would be. The sand was hot under his white leather boots. The golden plate mail surrounding his visage became burning hot and he began to sweat.

He was only getting paid a hundred in advance for taking out this menace and he was looking forward to pushing himself to the edge. By reports not one man in the village was able to lay a hand on him. He had told Drake to stay behind on this particular mission, he didn't want anything interfering or tipping the odds in his favor.

Approaching a man on the beach he believed to be the murderer Dracon stood beside him and looked out over the shores. He was aware that the man he stood by was well aware of his presence but he was unwilling to make the first move, all he could do was wait and enjoy the scenery.

[-Ezekiel]

Ezekiel raised his head, that smell of power. Obvious and very much a part of a heritage of a family. "You" said Ezekiel tunring around quickly, his sword point at the man "are a Malik." said Ezekiel, his eyes shing as he stepped closer to the man, his aura making this harder. "You must be the legendary Dracon, defender of the weak, saviour of cute furry animals and all round nice guy." chuckled Ezekiel, rotating his blade once in his hand before moving forward with all the vampiric speed his could muster (Alot and not alot, technically he's a half Lich half Vampire...GET ON WITH IT!! yes all right), Ezekiel slashed out towards the mans head while bring his second sword forward for a quick jab at the mans chest, just testing the waters as he couldn't quite tell how strong this man was just yet.

[-Dracon Malik]

Admiring the water Dracon went down to tighten his boot strap as Ezekiels sword flew over his head. As the second sword came in he moved to the side and and stretched hard giving his back a good pop letting Ezekiels sword nick off a patch of his garmet.

Giving out a loud yell as he stretched his legs he stood up and brushed some blown sand off his shoulder. Definitly a good day to fight he thought.
Satisfied that he was ready to fight Dracon threw a moderatly fast punch at Ezekiels face while pivoting on his left ankle to give him a better center of gravity.

[-Ezekiel]

Ezekiel grinned as his blades flew past his foe, the man was fast but how fast. Watching the Dracon's fist as it sail towards his head, Ezekiel cocked his head to one side and allowed the blow to graze his face. Smiling Ezekiel took a nip at the arm with his teeth, watching for the expression on his foes face. He's nice and strong...pity though.. Ezekiel stepped back quietly and assumed a relaxed position, his blades held in his hands in a loose looking grip. Nodding to his foe Ezekiel gestured for the man to make the next move.

[-Dracon Malik]

Dracon watched as Ezekiel flawlessly and effortlessly moved his head to the side allowing a small scrap to appear on his cheek. One thing that caught him off guard was a very small chunk of skin which was bit off his forearm.

Pulling his arm back to look at his wound he looked up and studied Ezekiel. He hadn't noticed that he only had a single eye. Scars could be detected all over his cloaked body. But what he lacked in looks he made up for in power as Dracon dipped into it and a fierce realization came to him, he might actually be more powerful than him.

Jumping back now with a serious face he raised his guard. He would need to use all his power to win this, every single bit of it. Taking off at full speed towards Ezekiel with his arms flying behind him and the ground passing by underneath him as if he was flying Dracon began throwing punch after punch. Soon he was throwing hundreds of punches in different combinations at Ezekiel.

[-Ezekiel]

Ezekiel danced away from and blocked as many punches as he could, yet more kept coming towards him. Ezekiel dropped his grin and decided to throw his large body mass into the fray, no need to act childish this man was trying to kill him. Ezekiel threw punch after punch at the prince as fast as he could, all while dodging the blows that flew towards him from the younger man. Ezekiel also opted for a less subtle approach but much more effective. I can hear your thoughts hissed Ezekiel launching his mind against the prince, hoping to see how well the young man could defend his very fabric.

[-Lord Zaleran]

Ezekiel gracefully and nimbly dodged all of his punches and kicks. Everytime he thoguht he had him cornered he moved out of the way with inhuman speed. Soon being fed up wtih being on the defensive Ezekiel sent his own array of techniques towards Dracon.

For about fifteen minutes they traded blows not one striking any part of each others bodies. They were both begining to sweat and their heart rates were climbing fast.

Upon missing a powerful punch aimed at Ezekiels head a voice penetrated his mind. "I can hear your thoughts."

Almost instantly Dracon threw up his mental barriers and defenses. He imediatly began assaulting Ezekiels mind keeping him at bay while he held up his parried physical blows. Now it was a war on two fronts, mental and physical, and was not willing to give up on either.

[-Ezekiel]

Ezekiel blocked and attacked each and every one of Dracon's blows, but the real battle would take place inside the minds of each combatant. Ezekiel sent images of children speared on poles and woman being torn limb by limb by hungry ghouls. Ezekiel blocked th attacks on his mind easily, he had been so used to people attacking his mind in an attempt to control him that his defense were in some state of readiness.

Ezekiel dodged the last punch the prince aim at him and swept with his legs at the younger man's knees. All of while Ezekiel taunted his foe. Come now you can do better then this, where is that trademark Malik spark? Where's the hate?

[-Lord Zaleran]

Images clouded his mind but they did nothing to him. Threw his endeavors in the past four years he had seen many worse sights than this. They did disturb him but he quickly dismissed them.

Dracon saw the sweep coming but did nothing to deflect it. It wasnt that hard a hit and it would give him a chance to perform a special move he had been saving for this exact moment.

Falling towards the ground he pushed his mental barriers harder so they would not falter during the moments in which he performed his manuever.

Falling to the ground sideways he threw one hand to the ground to catch hi in the process sending the necassary energy to cause a massive wall to erupt from the ground. Layer upon layer encased itself around Ezekiel in domelike fashion.

Dracon twisted backwards throwing himself into the air and landed on top of the dome. He threw both his hands down upon it and it began to grow faster and faster. Pretty soon it was twenty feet in diameter and riddled with crevices and small rocks from the sand.

Throwing one hand in it he began to swing it around himself over and over finally letting it go off into the ocean. It would be interesting to see how Ezekiel would handle the situation he had put him in.

OOC: let me know if you think i did something unfair

[-Ezekiel]

OOC: Ouch, very nicely done there. This'll make me think hard....
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Ezekiel closed his eyes and willed the air aropund him to become cold, ice cold. Slowly the orb of earth began to freeze, Ezekiel sent soft tendrils out towards the water lapping the ball of earth. The sound of ice slowly forming was music to Ezekiel's ears. Ezekiel raised his arms and pushed the ball of frozen earth up on a pillar of ice. Ezekiel slowly melted the ball around him, watching as chunks of earth Ezekiel smiled at Dracon. "Quite impressive." said Ezekiel clapping his hands together, "but is it enough? Can you stand it when innocent people are involved? How can you fight when there is no saving those you wish to protect?" hissed Ezekiel raising his hands and allowing a ball of fire to form. Ezekiel let go of the orb and watched as it flew towards the town on the edge of the battle field. "Come lets chase it" laughed Ezekiel teleporting towards the town.

Ezekiel laughed at his tore into the throat of another innocent person. Screams of terror filled the air as the town burnt to the ground, Ezekiel slashed out and everything slowly killing everything in his wake. People stood frozen in the ice, children screamed their eyes had been ripped out of thier sockets. Is this why you fight? To protect this town of fools and weaklings?

[-Belthore]

occ- This is entertaining.

[-Dracon Malik]

Ezekiel managed to free himself from his rock prison without any problems. With a few slight maneuvers he was gone and above the city on the horizon. Dracon slightly laughed as he heard what Ezekiel told him. He believes me to be someone Im not...fool.

Slowly jumping on Drakes back the two of them took off towads the city in no rush. Smoke billowed from the city welcoming the duo. Drake sat Dracon down as he walked the blood soaked streets. He pulled his long slender emerald green sword from its sheath and put up his mental barriers again.

With his mind he called out to Ezekiel, "You would think just because I align myself to what is holy that harming innocents would effect me. To me in this world there is only one thing that matters, the strong survive and the weak perish. I do what I think is right for me and anyone in my path for power needs to step out of the way. Now show yourself!"

[-Ezekiel]

Ezekiel watched the prince from the shadows, he stood no chance against the beast and if it aided the prince in anyway it would cause only trouble for Ezekiel. Ezekiel dropped to the ground and spotted a young girl, dying of the wounds that had been inflicted on her. Ezekiel eased her pain for her before picking the girl up and placing an orb of energy in her hands and directed her towards the dragon. "I'm a creature of the shadows prince. Why don't you come to the darkness? Power is a state of mind, some believe me to be evil but I only wish to become strong, like you I crave more." hissed Ezekiel walking along side the prince in the shadows. All the while the small gilr came closer and closer to the dragon, her orb of energy about to explode as soon as she got close enough.

[-Dracon Malik]

"I'm a creature of the shadows prince. Why don't you come to the darkness? Power is a state of mind, some believe me to be evil but I only wish to become strong, like you I crave more."

Dracon tried to home in on the voice but realized it was in his mind and not the battlefield. Every second he became more and more irritated as he searched for Ezekiel.

"Where are you hid-" Dracon stopped as a loud explosion rocked in the background. A loud roar came from Drake as he took to the skies with a gash of blood on his side. He had been attacked by Ezekiel no doubt.

"Dammit Ezekiel! Where are you hiding! Come out before I level this entire city!" Dracon yelled at the top of his lungs as the ground shot up from under him in his rage. In his mind he told Drake to stay to the skies and to avoid any confrontation.

[-Ezekiel]

"OOh" cooed Ezekiel stepping out of the shadows smiling sadistically "did the pretty dragon get hurt by the nasty little girl" Still grinning Ezekiel moved forward quickly, aiming a slash at the Prince's side before darting back into the shadows. "You know, I've met alot of Maliks before but your different your not actually a Malik at all" said Ezekiel joining a throng of people as the shuffled forward, the masses were all covered in blood and many were missing limbs. One woman only had half a skull as she moaned at the Prince. "This could be considered cheating by the weak but their fools. They'll never understand the need to level the playing field" hissed Ezekiel as he picked up a child and threw it at Dracon.

[-Dracon Malik]

Ezekiels minds games were becoming a nuisance. A small scratch appeared on his arm as he saw slight motion from the shadows but it quickly was gone. Ezekiels voice echoed from everywhere drowned by the sounds of chaos all around.

A body hit Dracons back but he did not move for it did not phase him. Aggrevated beyond belief Dracon began screaming outward. He hated waiting, and he hated having to play these foolish games.

The ground beneath him shot up and the buildings around him collasped.
"If you wont come out fine! Say goodbye to your hiding spot!"

He screamed every louder as the city crumbled in on itself. Massive spike rocks protruded upwards towards the sky then fell back down destroying anything in their path. The city was sinking.

After a minute or so all the was left were a couple ruins some stray body parts and Ezekiel standing alone in the rubble. He rushed at him with unnatural speed and grace not allowing his feet to touch the ground.

"I am a Malik, and I may be the least feared but I am also the most underestimated!"

With that he slammed his foot in the ground just as he reached Ezekiel and threw a hard punch followed by him unsheathing his sword and swinging it horizontally towards Ezekiels gut.

[-Ezekiel]

Ezekiel remained perfectly still, a smile still painted on his face as he moved his arm from behind his back and slammed his sword in the way of Dracon's. Ezekiel allowed the punch to smash into his face, when your a dead body theres not much feeling in your face or other non essential orafaces (Holes and what not). Ezekiel shifted his head to one side and looked at the prince, his nose broken and blood trickling down his face. "No your no Malik, your too noble you have too much empathy for those around you even though you hate to admit it. It would be fun to watch you as your brother fed his people to the demons or the undead." said Ezekiel, stepping backwards and waving his hand around the destruction caused by the prince. "I never underestimate my enemies, nor do I watse their strength. You've been holding back please stop it or I'll keep hiding in the shadows." Ezekiel assumed his old battle stance and waited. Come along prince, I have all the time in the world for you at the moment

[-Dracon Malik]

Dracon lifted from his offensive position and cracked his neck sideways. Slowly he undid his white cloak followed by his gold platmail undergarments. Soon his entire chest was exposed revealing hundreds of scars, mostly from his brother Dracos.

His left arm was no longer there but was a black type of metal that he formed using his alchemy and was able to use it just like an arm. It didn't have a single scratch on it and it glowed a dark red from the fires all around.

He listened to Ezekiels words and grimaced at the thought of his brother. A large piece of rubble fell behind him shattering something beneath the ground.

Dracon unsheathed his sword again, "You want me to stop holding back, then so be it."

Out of nowhere Drake landed behind him and walked up to him the cut on his leg covered in some substance. He walked up to his friend and touched his side. Suddently the ground began to morph around him, pieces of armour began forming in blackish awe. Soon a full set of Dragon-Mail had formed on Drakes body.

"I am only half without my friend, together we are whole and fight as one. You aclled this upon yourself."

Jolting sideways faster than he had the entire day he hit a piece of rubble and jumped off like a cannonball with his metal fist going towards Ezekiels face. That wasn't the only thing Ezekiel had to worry about though because at the exact second he had launched off Drake had thrown a massive stream of concerntrated fire directly at Ezekiel.

[-Ezekiel]

Ezekiel's eyes flashed in pain as both attacks struck him with force, blood spurt on the ground and mingled with th blood that already saturated the ground in the town. Ezekiel flew backwards and struck a destroyed house, what remained of the roof collapsed on to Ezekiel crushing him under the walls and roof of the house. A soft chuckle could be heard from the shatter house as the blood on the began to rise and move towards the house very quickly. Ezekiel's mind released a single image to Dracon, a wind swept plain with a tall man with black hair sitting on top a shattered house, blood dripped from his body as he gazed forwards. Soon you will see a true undead an then we shall fight. Blood continued to flow into the destroyed house freely.


OOC:I'm not dead...yet..or ever...or well you get the picture but just be ready for anything.

[-Lord Zaleran]

Without even hesitating Dracon rushed forward as fast as he could ordering Drake to do the same. Drake launched himself into the air and launched volley after volley of fireballs directly where he had been thrown into the house.

Dracon slammed both hands to the ground and a massive cement block appeared behind the house covered in different types of runes. With a quick thrust of his power the quater-mile high stone collasped onto the fire ridden house.

Theres no way I am going to give him a second shot at me. Dracon thought to himself.

Just as the tablet hit the ground Dracon was already standing on top of it and within seconds was using his alchemy yet again. Launching both hands at the tablet a dim light appeared then disapeared. On the outside it looked as if he did nothing but underneath it thousands of sharp metal spikes protruded the column in all directions reaching at least a half mile in ground.

Slightly exhausted Dracon ran to Drake launched himself on top and both took to the air for one final assault. Combining their powers into one a massive fireball appeared from Drakes mouth. It launched to the ground with intense speed until it struck the back of the stone tablet and went straight threw as if butter.

For a second everything was quiet then a massive explosion could be heard under the ground as shockwaves were sent out in all directions.

If he makes it out of all those attacks. Dracon thought, Then he is well suited to be my rival.

OOC: have fun with this one.

[-Ezekiel]

OOC:Oh I will....
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The earth quaked as the blast struck it, blood boiled and fizzed away into nothingness, the tremors forced Ezekiel to take deperated measures to defend his body and soul from the one slaught of attacks. He had recently discovered a very old trick used in the Lich Vampire wars of old. Ezekiel dipped into the ancient vat of undead powers that laid hidden in the world and slowly drew enough power. Ezekiel didn't think it would work, vampires had only been able to do it after drinking enough blood to fill them hollow void. Ezekiel felt it working at once, slowly his body disolved into nothingness but he could still feel it. Wrapped around him in many different facets. His eyes became numerous and he shot out of the whole, the dark bats screaming as they tore towards the prince and his dragon. Ezekiel laughed as he slashed and bit into the vulnerable parts of the dragon, drinking the powerful blood with delight.

Slowly Ezekiel flew away from Dracon and began to reform his body, very soon he stood there his hair hanging over his head, dark with blood and still dripping. His white eye looked black with the blood that swam through out his body. Laughing Ezekiel pointed a finger at Dracon. "Now we tango little prince." chuckled Ezekiel moving forward, a dark blade in his hands as he moved forward with unimaginable speed.

OOC:This is what I've been planning for Ezekiel, hope you like what's in store for you.

[-Lord Zaleran]

Dracon fell to a knee breathing extremely hard. Sweat was trickling down his face as he lifted himself back up to his feet. He waited controlling his breath for Ezekiel to surface himself, but what he saw was quite the opposite from what he expected.

Hundreds of bats exploded from the ground and raced towards Drake. Drake swung violently batting away as many of the bats as posible but was unable to avoid the bulk. One by one they latched onto his soft areas and drank from his blood.

Finally the dark forms came into one as Ezekiel emerged. His face was covered with dragons blood, it dripped to the ground as if weighed down with iron. Ezekiel didn't waste a second and with a speed that he had never shown before bolted towards Dracon.

A small smile graced Dracon's mouth as Ezekiel ran towards Dracon.

"You fool! You have no idea what you have done!" Dracon said as he dodged sideways avoiding contact with Ezekiels body.

A trail of blood was on the ground from where Ezekiel had ran and smoke billowed from it.

"Dragons blood is almost like acid, it eats away at anything that touches it. When it combines with stomach acid they are able to create fire. So all that blood in your system now, and on your face will begin to eat away at your body!"

[-Ezekiel]

Ezekiel looked at the prince and began to chuckle to himself before licking his finger and looking the prince right in the eye. "Well then we'll just have to heat things up a bit." said Ezekiel and running down his other hand, using his alchemy to draw the fire out Ezekiel began to laugh manically as he broke into flames, his alchemy keeping him safe. "Boo little prince" laughed the flaming Ezekiel as he stepped out of the flames, it leaving a perfect image of Ezekiel if he were still one fire. Ezekiel and his flaming image both run forward, the flaming Ezekiel formed a fiery whip in one hand and burning sword in the other. Ezekiel himself slashed at the prince while his doppellar attacked with the whip from the side.