Turey "IV" Izmir V.S. Skryre

[Skryre]

The lightning cracks across the sky revealing the cruel grin of a man standing in a dark forest with a wry grin across his revealed lower face. The skin that is showing is a dark grey and withered looking, covering tough sinewy muscle. He wears a black cloak that with a hood raised masking the upper portion of his face. Under the hood is a small pointed nose and two cold dead looking grey eyes. His body is covered in black leather and he has a b*****d sword hanging on his back. It is raining, and it is midnight, in the middle of a forest at the center of a valley. Skryre stands and waits for his foe to arrive. His long black hair and cloak flutter in a gust of wind and his obsene smile grows showing rows of his sharp yellowd teeth and he flexes his fingers donning gruesume yellowed and blood stained nails of about 1.5 inches and pointed.

((No specials rules really, both are characters are semi undead so I thought dark would be fitting. No dangerous terrain aside from maybe sharp point sticks? ha ha))  

[Tacitus]

A spreading darkness creeps through the forest, embracing trees in its chilling embrace and leaving frost behind. Intermitent flashes of light from the sky reveal only a roiling black cloud, a black stain seeking to consume all that can be found, living or dead. A slick layer of ice expands before the cloud, rain falling to freeze into sleet as it reaches the trees, frozen leaves crashing to the ground. A flash of lightning and a skeleton stands at the forefront of the cloud, blazing orb of azure flames set in his sockets with a thrid eye errupting from its forehead. When the light fades the glowing eyes vanish, and so too does the darkened figure, back into his cloud of chilling darkness. Yet another flash acrs through the sky and a towering figure seems to move through the trees off to Skyre's right, into the forest approximately ten yards, those same three eyes glaring back through the forest at his prey.  

[Skryre]

Skryre's head turns to the right staring over his right shoulder at the three eyes still grinning madly. He cocks his head to the right slightly like a curious child wondering about the mysteries of life. He opens his horrible maw of teeth and a low gurgling roar seems to shake the leaves of the trees. His voice sounds almost like that of a drowned man's. After the roar an insane cackle rings out and Skryre fades out of reality. The cloud of darkness that Turey brought was welcomed by Skryre making his ability to vanish all the easier, combounded by the dark night and forest shadows Skryre would be completely invisibly. His allready quiet movements silenced by the rain.  

[Tacitus]

It was actually a poor idea to focus on the large skeletal figure, because while it looked big and nasty and retained IV's aura, it was just a visual representation of him meant to look badass and menacing. The third eye glimmered softly in the darkness, light filtering away from Turey such that he was truly invisible by the fact that light did not even touch him. This would cause difficulties in seeing had he not a means of visualizing auras and The Eye's remote viewing capabilities, so he had little to worry about. Plus, if he could see he might have the opportunity to notice all that rain which would most likely be clinging to his chosen opponent. Skyre, on the other hand, had to worry about IV's hello, as a rather large tree came crashing down on top of the poor boy. The Walker rode the tree down as it fell, trenchcoat flapping madly in the wind as he gripped his hat to keep it situated upon his head.  

[Skryre]

Hearing a crackling of wood Skryre spun around and saw a sizable elm falling towards him. Skryre jumped up and went straight through the tree landing on the trunk and landed in front of where he assumed to Turey to be given the rediculous racket that his trench coat was making and the horrible stench of death floating into Skryre adept sense of smell. Grinning and cackling as his drowned voice rang out through the forest eminating from nowhere in particular, a strange long clawed hand rips through the shadows at where it could be assumed turey would be be standing from riding the tree.  

[Tacitus]

As Skyre came up through the tree IV rolled back almost as if precognizant of the impending attack upon himself. Thus hidden from view and out of the way of his foe's assault he would rear back and allow his mouth to fill with blood before thrusting forward to unleash a wide spray of the noxious fluid. Though it was not acidic by means of an imbalance in pH, it would act similarly to acid on contact with any and all organic materials. All around them biomatter on the ground, trees, and the newly felled tree would begin dissolving away, releasing a thick acrid smoke into the air which was barely affected by the rains, though it had no relation to the roiling blackness Turey had brought with him. By this point his arms were nearly covered in his own blood, though through it all the acidic properties seemed not to affect him.  

[Skryre]

Skryre cackled insanely again as the blood sprayed in his direction. He watched in burn and melt everything in its path and just laughed louder. As the spray reached him it went straight through him burning the tree behind him but leaving him unscathed. Skryre abruptly stopped laughing still grinning though and cocked his head to the right again. He grinned broadly before jumping up into the air by several stories before doing a flip at the peak and performing a perfect swan dive straight into the ground. He vanished into the muddy earth as the ground seemed to blacken and begin to bubble slightly.

((You should IM me sometime and we can discuss our characters, and for the record Skryre did NOT flee, this is an attack of his))  

[Tacitus]

When the blood passed harmlessly through Skyre, The Walker was not surprised one bit, in fact, he almost expected it. With the beast having passed through the tree in such an easy manner it only made sense he could also become ethereal against his bloodied assault. In his evaluation of the exchange he saw himself as one better, spreading the acrid smoke as well as his own Nightmare Fog, not to mention clearing the terrain. As he waited he flicked his right arm out to the side, blood splattering to the ground as bladed ridges sliced through his coat's sleeves. When the left flicked out in a similar manner nothing seemed to happen, though the spots of blood left on the ground from the motion glimmered in the darkness. Through the roiling blackness behind him danced dark shapes carved upon the expanding oblivion, grim faces that did not show pain in a stereotypical manner, but determination and concentration.  

[Skryre]

Skryre was unlocatable beneath the earths surface but it was more then obvious he was still under the ground. The earth darkened and bubbled like some muddy ichor but still remained firm to the feet. Skryre, almost becoming a part of the ground could feal the weight of IV and after a few moments of utter silence and stillness above, natures sign of impending doom and destruction, two huge shadowy Claws almost invisible from all the fog and darkness leaped out of the ground on either side of him and came rending at him with their long sharp blades.  

[Tacitus]

Passing through the acrid black smoke would be no trouble at all for the nonphysical, but the Nitemare Fog posed a problem indeed. Not only did it seem to be thick and rravet motion through it, the chill touch of the grave it embodied seemed to extend well beyond life and death. The Fog itself seemed to consume energy, regardless of type, whether it be heat, mana, animating/life force or the passive aura of a conscious being. This passive defensive did not constitute the whole of his evasion, his body rolling forward upon the dissolving carcas of a tree with arms thrown out to the sides. The simple motion of throwing his arms to the sides extended the ridges of bone bunched up around his forearms into a polished black blade extending from each wrist. Even though they were merely a physical blade attempting to attack shadow, the glimmering line of blood along the edge and the webbed stains across the surface seemed to give it a force projection quality, allowing it to harm ethereal and incoporeal targets the same as it would a physical being. How he was able to see, much less react so quickly was as yet unseen, or at least unnoticed.  

[Skryre]

A horrible deathly screach rang out as Skryre left claw has torn by the blade. The scream was the such that causes adults to quake and ears to bleed, a horrible ear rending and bone chilling terrifying screach. The wound was also unusual. Given Skryre's nonphysical state instead of a simple cut which would normall be inflicted the shadowy outline seemed to tear, shards of shadow being launched all around and everything they touched seem to dissolve and cease to exist. Patches of grass vanished into baren bubbling earth and sticks on the ground dissolved from existance as the shadowy whisps sprayed everywhere. And then nearly as instantly as the claw was torn it seemed to re-fill the darkness around replenishing and giving the shadow strength. The claws quickly zoomed back into the ground and again there was a stoney silence. Slowly... almost un-noticably the forest around IV began to change. Most notably a tree behind where IV was standing. The bark begain to warp and change, forming the screaming and agonised faces of generations lost. The faces emotions clearly showed horror and terror at whatever they were witnessing. As this change completed the leaves all withered and blackened but remained on the tree. This change in the total blackness around them would be all but unrecognizable. As the silence pressed on, the kind of silence that beats on the eardrums, suddenly it was shattered by a creaking of branches. This was no ordinary branches creaking in the wind however, there was no wind, this had long since been exterminated by the un-earthly presense of two inhumans. It was a malicious creaking of branches and the second that this was realised it would be too late. Sharp branches and heavy boughs swung down at IV with blows powerfull enough to decimate even the strongest steel while roots shot out of the ground from all around stabbing there sharp points at anything that moved.  

[Tacitus]

Coming up from his roll The Walker would be caught with a look of surprise, the many boughs and roots impaling him and crusifying the beast. It was in the wrenching of his body and shattering of ancient wood to come that his madness was revealed, maniacal glee spread across his face as he tore himself free. Flesh was left in tatters with clothing reduced to scraps, but the tree was dissolving away to little more than a cloud of acrid black smoke as IV's blood spread. Throwing his arms wide he unleashed a roar that tore through the forest, shattering nearby trees down to the core as blackness enveloped all, even the light of sporadic lightning flashes consumed by oblivion. All that remained were three blazing eyes in the darkness, two a soft azure while the third burned such a vibrant crimson that it seemed an inferno trapped in but a single gem.  

[Skryre]

As the tree shatters the ground begins to bubble anew again. An insane cackle rings out from nowhere in particular as Turey's blood is spilt. After a few moments of the dense fog spreading and killing many thing's Skryre decides he would rather like to avoid this mist. Springing up from the ground in a physical form he slashes out with sword at the three eyes with his 5' b*****d sword before flying up above the tree line and into the clear rainy, storming Sky above where he hovers and waits. Skryre had no desire to fight in a dense fog that seemed to have malicious properties when he knew nothing about them.

((Justification, I spent some trying to decide whether I could make Skryre "fly" or not. Here's my reasoning, Skryre glides on the ground, he doesn't really walk / run. He can't fly in the sense of Dragon Ball Z or something like that but he can hover in the air and move at about the same speed as he could running. He is still far faster on the ground as a shadow. What do you think?))  

[Tacitus]

The puncture wounds across his body closed almost immediately, the tears in his flesh stitching back together at a visible rate. When Skyre emerged from the ground with his blade The Walker merely leaned forward, allowing the blade to strike his skull. It would sink into the bone and damage the rotting carcass of a brain therein, but do little real damage as Skyre continued on, the blade wrenching from IV's skull. He blinked once as he gazed into the skies, his three eyes watching Skyre intently, though he did not leap up to meet his foe. With a blink his eyes would seem to skip forward a step, where in reality IV had ducked back into his cloud, a visual manifestation of his eyes left behind with his own eyes no longer glowing. The blades of bone on each arm retracted silently, the Beast standing quietly amongst the sleet as the area of blackness increased in a vertical direction, but the Nightmare Fog could go no higher.