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Demigrem vs. LarzGraveusWrath( TB SPar.)

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Demigrem vs. LarzGraveusWrath( TB SPar.)

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Larz, you will have first post.
I am part of the S.W.A.T. force

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The Daemonic Being.

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The land was calm, the zephyrs blew gently into the sweet valleys of lush green blades of grass and whistled songs to the tall trees of ages.

A footstep was placed upon firm soil as pressure grew with his constant application of weight upon the fertile ground.

Larz ;the daemonite, stood tall as his being was erect in it's stance. His occuli cast out t'wards the high plateaus surrounding the valleyside whilst his verges slipped into a miniscule contortion of dearranging his facial expression into a tedious smirk as his gnarled tresses of whorled obsidian tentacles fluttered in the wind's gently flow. His body was a mountain of chiseled muscle that produced his deathly look of pure daemonic masculinity in overdose whilst his fleshed out domicile exposed his array of abdominal plaques of hardened tissue along with his massive sinews that bulged with the surging eneros running through his being.

"Be gentle with me now, Calibur...Heh." He muttered with much sarcasm as he tilted his cephalic apex t'wards the right in a simply wry to glance off at the opposite direction towards a silhouette in the distance.as his caudal appendage wavered in the background, grinding the tip of his cauda pon' the dirt, creating small crevasses with the trailing of his 4 foot, 3 inch thick tail of pure muscle.

"So Calibur, lets do this the old fashion way...Hand to hand, unless you fear that your honor does not suit you any more."

Let the games begin.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SWAT-Calibur on Thu Jan 25, 2007 3:00 am

Demigrem sat there, a form of about six foot foure inches, wearing black from head to toe. His form was mixed with his shadows, but it would not stop his from fighting fist to fist.

The wind gently trustled around Demigrem as he laughed a bit. The sound traveling from his mouth to the ears of Larz. Demigrem reached into his right pocket on his coat and pulled out one cigarette and one lighter. Quickly he sparked the lighter and pushed down on the fuel button, creating a flame. He placed his cigarette in his mouth, and raised the lighter up to the tip of it, inhaling, lighting the cigarette. Demigrem then simply slipped the lighter back into his right pocket and leaned against a tree that stood behind him.

"Whenever your ready."

Demigrem sat there puffing on his ciggarette, the smoke going into the air.

:And as for the Honor, not something I care much for.:

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Chapter ONE: The Battle of Evil V.S Evil

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Larz grinned, his hearing was accurate and heard the words of the cocky opponent he has standing before him. The distance seemed to have grown shorter as he continued to glare into the eyes of Demigrem whilst his body ached for stimuli...His digits were coiling about the hilt of his dreaded "Deathbringer" as he lashed out the maledicted blade and cast it t'wards the nearby tree; sending it wedged into the husk of the Tree's trunk whilst his tarsals slid pon' the jade terra firma under his daemoniac speed and rate of accelration as he finally thrashed to reach for Demigrem who now remained but five feet away from him whilst he finally stopped his dash and forced one big kick off the ground in a horizontal direction t'wards Demigrem with his right arm cocking out from it's corner whilst simultaneously releasing his left patella to strike for Demigrem either from his right side or merely grinding it into his gut at the middle.

"Prepare to fight like a king, Demigrem, that smug look will be wiped out soon!"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SWAT-Calibur on Thu Jan 25, 2007 3:24 am

Demigrem let a small smirk go on his face as he rolled around the tree to the left as he rested on another tree, puffing on his cigarette. Demigrem then placed his right hand in his pocket and he held his cigarette in his left hand.

"A king you say?" Demigrem said with a smug look on his face.

Now, it was a matter of time. Demigrem sat back and relaxed as he waited for another frontal attack.

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Chapter ONE: Evil V.S Evil (The Jester and the Beast.)

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Larz was already under a supreme burst of speed as he soon neared Demigrem only to have him roll to the left side of the tree he merely inclined himself upon as Larz neared the bark, only to quickly shatter his stride by shuffling his right foot to side step and pursue his charge as his fist was already to near to Demigrem whilst his left knee popped up once more while a devious smirk etched pon' Larz's counterance.

"Think tricks can fool me?" He roared as his fist sailed the atmosphere under his breakneck velocity, reaching for Demigrem as his left leg prepared to sweep out to the left incase he had plans to roll about the tree once more.

"Try fighting back, it might help."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SWAT-Calibur on Thu Jan 25, 2007 3:36 am

Demigrem only let out a small laugh as he jumped and grabbed a branch above him, swinging up into the tree, barely missing Larz attack. Demigrem then went up into the top of the tree looking down at the man.

"Weak attacks like that won't catch me. Your fighting a Monkey Style and Drunken Master fighter."

Only smiles and laughs escaped the lips of Demigrem as he continued to evade.

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Chapter ONE: The tricks of the Jester.

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The crash of fallen bark echoed in the forest, Larz's right fist and a knocked over tree stood in the fray. The jester, high above the tree tops, merely looking at him in pure jocularity.

"Argh...You really don't know how mad that made me..." said the Daemonic behemoth in his usual tone of echoing baritone pitches as his glare grew more furious as he stared at the looming martial artist puffing away yet another stick of tobacco and rolled paper.

His fist was soon retracted, the dust of uprooted dirt and splinters were now slowly blowing away with the gale passing through the thicket as his anger surged even further. He finally decided there was one thing to do, play the game of the joker.

He stood there and soon lunged for the closest tree, forcing his power to propel him towards the tree adjacent to his as his weight was kept well balanced by the coiling of his caudal flagella wrapped about the branches he seated himself upon.

"Tell me clown...What can you possibly do to me from your branches that I can do...?"

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Demigrem just laughed for a moment, then a streak of seriousness crossed his face. He quickly lept from the tree, slamming into the ground, shattering the floor for about ten feet, causing the tree around to lean, which would throw Larz off balance. Demigrem then stood there, five feet from his opponent. Demigrems face then began to grow joyful again as he laughed at Larz.

"You are strong, but slow. Ugly, but smart. But no matter, I will win."

Demigrem just sat there and laughed as he lowered his body, crouching over as he swayed his arms back and forth, his mouth forming a smirk.

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Chapter ONE: The prowess of a Beast.

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The moment was in tension as the ground was soon reverberating profusely whilst the massive beast sat pon' the tree branch, grinning as the moment turned to his favor whilst he allowed the tree to lean whilst he merely let go of his grasp from the branch and allowed himself to plummet to the ground under his supreme power. His feet embedded the earth causing a cracking of the firmament they both stood upon as his landing caused the upheaval of miniscule pebbles and large chunks of the earth neath' then to jut out from the ground as he stood there, happily smiling at the failure of a thought out plan came into place, He grinned his usual malevolent smirk as he took one large step off the smattered ditch he had created with his fall, merely walking to Demigrem who must have sustained atleast some injuries from the flying rocks.

"Tell me Jester, how long do you think a King would want you alive?..."

His proper stance now took place as he stood there, merely marching t'wards the Jester, knowing his crater had disarrayed the perimeter around him and the jester, knowing the tree had fallen around them and what laid was a simple circle of tree trunks and a crater at the middle like some sort of arena.

"Come now, you didn;t think life was this easy."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SWAT-Calibur on Thu Jan 25, 2007 3:59 am

Demigrem sat there, waiting for an attack, he was tired of talking, he wanted a fight.

"Stop talking and fight."

Demigrem sat there still laughing tho' as he waited for movement.

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Chapter ONE: The Jack in the Box

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The Damonic being was merely accoarsing his steps t'wards the Jester, his being surging with the strength he saved up to beat Demigrem as he merely thrashed forward once more, only this time he was simply dashin, no fists up nor legs ready to strike, he was running for Demigrem.

His body soon grew faster and faster as he finally dropped his cephalic zenith and thrusted for Demigrem with his head down, stretching his arms to the side to block and escape.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SWAT-Calibur on Thu Jan 25, 2007 4:07 am

Demigrem simply laughed as the man sent his head forward and his arms out. Demigrem smirked one last time,"Stupid"

Demigrem flipped up into the air, spinning as he grabbed Larz reaching for the mans neck. To evade this would be nearly impossible, do to the momentum and the angle Larz was going at. Demigrem made sure he was behind Larz, so he couldn't grab him!!

If Demigrem landed his hands, he would throw his wait down to the ground, slinging Larz over his back, by his neck, snapping it and slamming the man into the dirt.. A simple move that is hard to evade due to the position Larz placed himself in.

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Chapter TWO: Dirty Tactics

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Larz was spearing for Demigrem before he realized that the jester had slung over him and had now grabbed his nape to snap his cervicals with a sickening plan, as this was ongoing, out of instinct and survival, Larz finally grew maddened with rage as his neck was soon to bend in an awkward angle as he finally lashed out his large caudal whip against the jester's lithe form, as this would cause massive damage as his caudal whip was 4 feet long and 3 inches thick, causing a powerful slam against the flipping man's spine, setting him either towards the sides or back towards the front where Larz had his head ready to cock back into the spearing position, aiming his horns for the forefront of his destination.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SWAT-Calibur on Thu Jan 25, 2007 4:21 am

As Demigrem moved through the air, his knife fell out at the perfect time, being a butterfly knife of extreme sharpness, he slit it at the tail of Larz. The blade would slit the tail off if it connected and Demigrem would hop into another tree.

"HAHAHA. I'm a lucky mother Fucker." A sweat drop dripped down the right side of Demigrem's face as he laughed a bit.

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The Book has just been burtn to a fucking crisp...

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((We agreed it's hand to hand...God.))

-------------------------------Draw-------------------------------------------------

No Voids in this match.

No DQs in this match.

It just died out when the knife popped up.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SWAT-Calibur on Thu Jan 25, 2007 4:50 am

It died out before..

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Remæus on Thu Jan 25, 2007 9:43 am

OOC: I moved this topic to the Battle Arena. This is where spars should take place if not actually in the roleplay.

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