PM to join [Bronze Woods]Showdown at Sundown (Crypt, Hisoka)

[Yohan]

Fall 75, 512AV. Dusk

Finally... was all Yohan could think as the setting sun made its way to the horizon. The twilight sun cast a reddened hue over everything he could see. The stone walls of Syliras glowed beautifully from Yohans perch in a tree, just within the treeline. He watched the road intently, anticipating his opponents arrival.

Yohan waited for what seemed like Bells to go by. All the while, going over battle plans in his mind. He pictured his reactions to virtually any strike. Downward, horizontal, upwards, diagonal, all of it. Then he pictured his enemy. Crypt Insatem.

The man was only slightly shorter than Yohan was. He was certain that this fact would give him some advantage. Yohan was sure he was stronger than Crypt as well. But that is not to say the young Drykas was to be taken easily. He had already proved that he could see Yohans Hypnotism. And he eluded to being a dangerous man back at the tavern.

But Crypt had openly threatened him. Although it was Yohan who offered the official challenge, it was Crypt who had challenged Yohan with his words. This threat had peaked the young Ziths curiosity. Just how much of a threat is this man?

As the last of Synas light faded from the landscape, Yohan looked up at the moon, shining overhead. Welcome back, Leth. He said quietly, touching the bandage that covered his mark.

Yohan had tied his hair back. He did this so that his hair would not get in the way of vision. It would be terrible embarrassing if he lost to a human, just because he couldn't see.

Eventually, Yohan heard something. He stood up on the branch, looking out over the road that lead towards Syliras. His claws dug into the wood of he tree.

There you are...Crypt Insatem

[Crypt]

The hooded figure walked amidst the lengthening shadows of the Bronze Woods, singing softly a strange little song; the words faded into the dense forest surrounding him on all sides - only a few feet around him did the melody endure, though occasionally a note, louder than its brethen, broke the encompassing silence that shrouded the forests. "I'm so happy! Aha! happy go lucky me! I just go my way, Living everyday! I don't worry! Worrying don't agree, Things that bother you, Never bother me!" Crypt broke into a sprint, and did a somersault, nearly crashing into a shrub as he completed the movement. Wincing as he received quite a few scratches from the branches, he got up and brushed the leaves off him. Looking up, he saw Maras, who, judging from his expression (not that Crypt was a master at reading horse faces), was rather amused at his antics. Glaring at the Strider, Crypt continued moving towards the location of the spar between him and Yohan. A few seconds later, Crypt broke into song again. "Things that bother you, Never bother me I feel happy and fine! Aha! Living in the sunlight, Loving in the moonlight Having a wonderful time!" And just as he ended, the fool of a Drykas (Appearing to be extremely clumsy; more so than your average Drykas) tripped over a conveniently-placed tree root and fell face-first onto the ground just as he reached the small forest clearing Yohan was currently waiting in. Raising his head slightly, he turned to Maras. The stallion was practically sneering at him. "... Petch you, Maras. Petch you."

[Hisoka]

Hisoka trailed along after him, laughing along with Maras as her friend sang and did his acrobatics. She hummed to herself along to his tune, creating small harmonies here and there. She began to look around her, enjoying the, sensation of being out in the open air. She could finally smell the scents of the forest again. The city was so full of smells that sometimes, she got overwhelmed.

A slight breeze rustled through the trees. Hisoka lifted her head to catch it on her face. Suddenly, she caught a sent. It was one that she recognized from the tavern a few nights ago. "Yohan", she thought to herself. She turned her attention back to Maras and Crypt, just in time to see Crypt trip.
"Is he purposely displaying... weakness?" she wondered. To her, that seemed ridiculous, however, humans never ceased to confuse and confound her.
She began running her hand along Maras' side, remembering the night at the tavern where this challenge had begun...

"On the 75th. Three days from now at dusk. South of Syliras. If you take the road south it meets a river. We can duel there.
I care nothing of rules, so I'll let you decide if you feel they are necessary." Yohan told Crypt, then turned towards her.
"Crypt and I are going to be having a duel. Would you like to judge? It'll be quite fun!"

Hisoka continued to ponder the thought of judging a fight... a duel as they called it.

[Yohan]

A wicked smile crossed Yohans face. This fight was all he could think about for the last three days. He ripped his claw free of the wood and took to the sky. Gliding low, he landing a few feet away from his friends from the tavern. His deep blue eyes locked on his opponent.

"I trust your swordsmanship is better than your singing," Yohan laughed mockingly. He hoped that his smile made it obvious that it was a joke. His gaze moved from Crypt to Hisoka.

"Good evening to you both," he said with a short bow. He was shaking slightly with excitement. His hands balled into fists, tensing and releasing.

"I have been expecting you."

[Crypt]

Crypt grinned as the friendly (or rather, more so than others of his kind) Zith, Yohan, gifted him with an equally wide smile and a witty comment. He returned Yohan's bow with another of his own, though lower and more formal. "Most definitely, my friend; if I had sung any longer, the birds around us would have dashed their heads against the ground in fear and horror." Crypt removed a wooden sword from where it had hung by the side of his backpack, giving the device a few swings to accustom himself to its weight and length. The sword itself was reminiscent of training tools given to young squires to practice sword-fighting with, though it was much more heavy and misshapen (albeit it still held the general shape of a longsword), a result of Crypt's vitually non-existent carving skills. The Drykas turned to Hisoka, smiling gently. "Hisoka, do move back some distance. We wouldn't like you to get hurt." Motioning for Maras to do the same, Crypt turned back towards Yohan and gestured with his rudimentary sword. Closing his eyes, he began to manipulate his Djed, slowly drawing it from his right arm to the other three limbs, allowing it to infuse the muscles and ligaments of said arm and legs, enhancing them ever so slightly. His eyes opened, and Crypt looked at Yohan directly. "Shall we begin, my winged comrade?"

[Hisoka]

She observed as Yohan clenched and unclenched his clawed hands, the claws that he had ripped from the tree's skin. She felt a shiver go down her spine, imagining what those natural weapons were capable of. Then she remembered that Yohan had mentioned gloves in the discussion at the tavern. "Where are they...?", she thought to herself, giving the Zith a one-over, searching for a visible pair on this person.

She turned her gaze from Yohan to Crypt's wooden... carving, staring at it curiously, for though it was misshaped, she noted that it resembles his big metal knife... no, his... sword? Yes, his big metal sword. This wooden version, almost resembling a branch, would not cause much harm, she guessed. Though with a more focused look, she could tell that it might easily break bone.

At Crypt's words, Hisoka retreated to a place near Maras, taking comfort in the presence of the Strider. She glanced warily from one to the other, their eagerness to fight beginning to set her on edge. It is like two Dominent creatures fighting to be Alpha..., she surmised. Hisoka placed her hand on Maras' flank to hold herself steady.

[Yohan]

His grin grew larger on his face as his eyes burned with sheer delight. Finally, after seasons of travel, he was going to get to have a little fun. Well it's about time! he thought to himself.

He exhaled slowly as he doubled over. His right leg slid back as his corresponding arm shot down into the ground. He dug his claws deep as his other arm stretched out to the side, clenched in a tight fist. His crimson hair fell down to the right, thin streams of red dangling before him. He spread his wings out to half their width to make himself look bigger, a technique he saw in the wild when animals would fight for food or dominance. In this case, it was dominance.

"I wont hold back, Crypt Insatem!" His voice was guttural and fierce, dropping far lower as he said his last name. He excreted a small amount of djed on his words with the intent to cause uneasiness.

In an instant after he was finished speaking, his wings lashed out to their full size and beat down as he leaped into the air, gliding swiftly toward his enemy. His fists balled, he pulled his right arm back, his left going in front of him, prepared to strike at the center of Crypts chest.

As he came into striking distance of his enemies sword, he shot out his left foot, quickly changing his velocity. Guiding his body with his wings and his feet, he dashed swiftly to the left of his enemy. The mark beneath his bandage on his left arm glowed dimly. A message being sent from the Ziths mind to the Drykas.

"Don't blink!" came the warning, as Yohan beat his wings again, propelling himself diagonally upwards toward Crypt. His right knee, coming up at the side of the swordsman's head.


OOCHey guys, I'm so sorry I haven't posted in so long. I have been busy preparing for me and my fiances' baby on the way. (Today is the first ultrasound!) So thank you for understanding (which I assume you do...?) lol. I should be able to start posting faster now. P.S. - Should we get a Moderator? Or will that be unnecessary?

[Crypt]

OOCCongratulations, Yohan! Hope everything goes well. "I wouldn't do this if I thought you would." Crypt, still feeling the Djed writhing inside his body, straining to free itself and return to its natural state, watched as Yohan approached him rapidly. Sending what Djed he could to his legs, the Drykas leapt up nimbly, following the ascent of the Zith (although rather poorly; due to his amateur usage of the Flux, there was only a marginal increase in jumping distance) and moving backwards as he did so, away from the incoming blows. Tilting his head slightly, the approaching knee hit off-target, though it still exerted quite a bit of pressure on Crypt's left ear. Ruthlessly suppressing the urge to drop to the ground and cry out in pain, Crypt grasped Yohan's right calf tightly with his left hand, swinging his crude imitation of a sword at his sparring partner's solar plexus even as he was brought down by gravity.

[Hisoka]

OOCCongrats! ^^
I'm sorry I didn't post this sooner, but please skip me Yohan.

[Yohan]

For Yohan, time seemed to freeze. While his knee did not hit where he had intended it to, it still hit. He smiled inwardly to himself. Gotcha. But his joy did not last long.

Suddenly, his upward momentum was gone! What?! he thought, his eyes darting down. He had just enough time to notice Crypts hand before...Bam! Yohan was sent reeling. He landed on his back a few feet from his enemy. His head was spinning. What just happened?! Quickly, Yohan regathered himself and stood. His chest hurt, badly. Examining Crypt, Yohan realized he had been struck by the wooden sword in his hand.

He was overcome with confusion. How could this human, with little more than a piece of wood, hurt me like this?!

"You are stronger than you look! Yohan called to him, "It would seem I have underestemated you." Yohan, sobered from this expirience, decided to take another aproach.

This time, he stood back, returned to his crouched position, and waited. It was Crypts turn to come after him.