Turey "IV" Izmir V.S. Skryre

[Skryre]

Skryre floats in the sky is coat whipping around wildly in the high winds of the sky. The darkness seems to rise up but the dense smog stays on the ground and Skryre grins slightly but cocking his head curiously to the side like a curious child as he watches the strange blackness float up. Lightning flashes behind him revealing a sick twisted grin covering almost all of his face not covered by a hood before he fades out of existense. Almost immediatly the clouds become turbulent and twisting and loud thunder rings out as Lightning jumps from cloud to cloud. The thunder warps into a loud booming and equally insane laughter. As the laughter finally dies down the cries of terrified children fill the night and the clouds take shapes of the faces of frightened youth and forms huddled in a corner. Just as suddenly as this turbulence forms it seems to calm and the wind dies down and even the rain lets up. For almost five seconds this apparent peace rains before the sky becomes abalaze and rings out with the sound of crackling thunder. THe rain and sleet pelts down in sheets harder then ever and lightning strikes riddle the clearing far below starting several fires and in general peppering the landscape with burns.  

[Tacitus]

The undead beast almost seems to yawn as the screams fill the air, the subsequent cracks of thunder not even causing him to flinch. When lightning starts to fall once more, however, he moves into action as if he planned to catch the bolts as they fell. The first strike falls and hits him squarely on the chest, burrowing down into his body and discharging its energy throughout his being. Had he any hair it would have likely been burned from his body, though as he did not it was a nonfactor, though his clothes did begin to smolder. Each small brushfire that lit up was quickly snuffed by the massive amounts of rain and ice, putting it out almost before it could begin by soaking everything. After the first strike the lances of lightning began to shift as they fell, arcing into the Nightmare Fog and remaining there, running circles around the cloud as the electrical energy was consumed. IV was in the clearing now, smoke rising from his body with the skin on his back bubbling, a thick black blood coating each arm.  

[Skryre]

THe clouds are turbulent once more as the lightning dies down but the wind begins to blow much harder. A strong gusting wind blows through the clearing cuasing the trees to bend and boughs to snap off in the force of the wind, the rain and sleet changes to a mixture of snow and hail and begins to dust the ground a white shade as the window continually blows harder making the forest create all kinds of strange creaking noises lightning still flashing across the sky as the childrens crys become audible once more but this time long and drawn out, but not as loud.  

[Tacitus]

With his opponent apparently not willing to come out fight him as if the man had a pair, IV decided he needed a little more breathing room. Flesh ripped open all down the length of his body as he walked over to the nearest standing tree, bones creaking as he set himself. His arms seemed longer and his back broader, each leg a powerful bundle of muscle and bone. His right hand thrust forward and sank into the tree, the ridges along his arm launching out to skewer the tree before pulling back slightly to lock the wood upon his arm. His left hand flexed and drove down to the base of the tree, clawed finger digging into the bark. A roar of effort echoed through the forest as he lifted the massive thing from the ground and began to spin, his intent to let it fly long and far once he let it go.