Open Challenge (first fight)

I heard if rping and thought id give it a try, even though this is my first fight dont hold back, so lets do this! character:http://www.roleplaygateway.com/characters/Romuluse Rules
-Turn based fight
-No God modding
-No auto hitting
-Competent writing and description
-Mid powered opponent preffered
-Must be willing to take hits as well as deal them.
-No mind reading, teleporting, or powers not clearly stated in the character profile
-Have fun~

I'll take your challange. I'll even let you choose between two of my characters that I think would be a good challange for both of us.

characters/Garik%20Samhon

or

characters/Gralik%20Firebeard

ok how about gralik, and is his armor the same as his picture?

Yap, his armor and weapons are all the same as the picture. I also updated the character profile since I forgot to add the powers/abilities in it.

you get the first post, ok

Could you make the first post. I have to go to work. Setting is all your to create, I can bring Gralik into whatever you use.

A bead of sweet rolled down the blue tattooed muscled arm with the bead finishing its journey over stubby, dirt covered fingers and a solid hilt of a battleaxe. Another stubby fingered hand slid through the foot high red-oranged spiked mohawk that crested his blue tattooed scalp. Light brown hair rose from his neck down his shoulders and arms, in contrast to the red-orange of his mohawk and his magnificent beard. Starting from almost the tops of his ears and down his cheeks to connect to his upper lip and down the beard was his pride and joy, next to the runic battleaxe he carried. Five braids fell from the top of his beard, with the middle being the thickest and falling down well past his thighs and the other four falling down to his belt line.

Blue tribal tattooes covered his head, shoulders, arms and over his chest and back, their meanings lost in years of purpetual combat. A dark brown eye looked over the large clearing in the middle of the forest in which he'd spent the last three days tracking some nasty little trolls. Having only one good eye this took him a moment, the other eye gone its dark socket hidden behind a thick leather patch strapped around his head. Kicking a small rock with his iron tipped heavy boots as he made his way into the clearing, the trees giving it about thirty feet all around. Slapping his brown leather pants, his heavy belt swishing back and forth with its groan flaps moving with his waist.

"Ai... a fine day fer sum troll killin," he spoke with a gruff, thick dwarf accent, though who he address was unknown even to him.

Bringing his runic battleaxe around to let it come to rest with the top of its cutting edge on the ground. The beard-like cutting edge and main piece to the axe head was designed to look like a horned beast, smiling to reveal rows of razor sharp teeth. The back piece to the head a wedge-spike like design with more engravings. Around the whole axe-head surface are dwarven runes, forged with the power of the wild wind magic that the Master Runesmith harnessed into into weapon. Held firm to its shaft by four rivets, the weapon was magnificent and deadly in his hands.

A loud screech caused his head to tilt upwards at a hawk hovering high in the sky, obviously having found some pray for lunch. Grinning, he watched as the hawk tucked its wings into its body and plummented, as if a flesh made arrow shot from a master crafted bow in the hands of an expert archer. It vanished at the tree line but he knew it had captured and killed its intended pray. A good omen he thought and began to make his way farther into the clearing.