In battle, one finds hidden truths

Konstantinos · Rookie Gender: Joined: 19 Jul 2008

*A man of unnerving height enters the arena. He is wrapped in a long black coat, and his long red hair barely covers a burn scar that covers the left side of his face. He is adorned with many tools of magick, and a rapier of blue chrystal.*

The truth of oneself is most easily obtained in the heat of combat.

Who will help me find myself?

Diablo · Host of Kirahaad Gender: Joined: 12 Apr 2003

*A demon enters the arena, standing at a height taller than the man with red hair.*

"I'll help you find yourself, but I don't think you'll like the outcome."

The demon goes into a T stance left foot pointed forward the right foot behind his left pointed towards the right.

"Make your move mortal, and pray its better than my counter."

Konstantinos · Rookie Gender: Joined: 19 Jul 2008

"Very well, but do not expect me to give any quarter."

*With moderate concentration, the man with red hair enters the mind of the demon. Repulsed by what he sees, the man with red hair must steady his mind to weave his spell.*

*A glamour has been put over the demon's eyes, revealing three identical men of identical stature, although only one is real. Unsure as to whether or not his spell has worked, all three men charge at their opponent, chrystal swords drawn with glowing nimbuses around the blades.*

"Have at you!"

Diablo · Host of Kirahaad Gender: Joined: 12 Apr 2003

"If its ronduri you wish, then so be it"

The demon goes on the defensive, he steps into the first and closes the gap. Parrying the blow from the sword by moving to the left. He brings his left hand down on top of his foes wrist like a karate chop and with his right he brings it under his own arm, trapping the mans hand. The demon grabs the wrist with his right hand and moves his left up Konstantinos' arm to his shoulder and tightens the grip, now standing next to him facing the same direction, he cuts the man's arm down like he is sheathing a sword on his right waist all in a split second.

Satisfied with the move the demon prepares himself for the next two who attack in unison, the demon not having the time to preform the same move dodges and parries, waiting for an opening, finding it he grabs the man's right wrist(sword hand im assuming) brings his left hand into the move and wraps his around the fingers, insuring the pain will be felt in the wrist. The demon torques up and twists the wrist and arm to the left, inward toward the body, no escape. He walks Konstantinos#2 into the last one, attempting colliding #2 into #3 sword while tacking the time to see if what he suspects to be the orginal, has moved yet

Konstantinos · Rookie Gender: Joined: 19 Jul 2008

The first of the shadows falls silent then fades into nothingness. As the second shadow screams in pain, he too falls into nothingness.

"Hmm. It seems you are more clever than I thought, and obviously much stronger than I."

The original of the three begins to levitate into the air, outside the reach of the demon.

"However, I do believe I have Lady Luck on my side."

Holding his wand in his right hand, he moves the tip in a clockwise motion. Brilliant purple energy swirls about the man with red hair, and focuses into a beam travelling swiftly towards his enemy.

*The energy of this beam is, pure and simple, unluckiness. As it approaches you, you can already feel your muscles cramping and your hands become shaky as your body quickly dehydrates. The beam has not hit you yet.*

Diablo · Host of Kirahaad Gender: Joined: 12 Apr 2003

"Your.. your power is strong mortal, but you underestimate my will!"

The demon musters up all the strength thats left within him and forces his body out of the beam's trajectory. He falls to the ground, noting that the closeness of the beam increases his aliments but the increased pain fuels the demon on. The near miss was unnerving but the demon soon regains his composure and proceeds with his own assault.

Kain unsheathes his blade, Armageddon and hurls it at ungodly speeds at the mortal levitating in the air. He never meant for it to hit, only to distract the mortal as he closed the gap, flying up from the left side. His intentions obvious, to disarm the man of his wand

Konstantinos · Rookie Gender: Joined: 19 Jul 2008

As the Man with Red Hair dodges to his left, he realizes his fatal mistake. He knows he cannot move quickly enough to avoid this demon's hellish speed. However, he is not yet ready to die. With every bit of energy he can muster, he grabs at the Pentangle around his neck. While he knows he may be separated from his Wand of Manifestation, he hopes he can use his Pentangle of Protection to survive the blow.

He turns toward his opponent, holding his amulet in front of him. Beads of sweat trickle down his brow as he begins to focus with great intensity. As the energy of the universe literally pulses around him, only one thought enters his mind:

"Demon, you shall not pass."

Diablo · Host of Kirahaad Gender: Joined: 12 Apr 2003

Kain grips the wand in his left hand as he rips the wand with intense strength from the mortals grasp and slings it down to the ground and lunges with his right fist attempting to connect with his would be adversary's jaw. The demon's fist closed in and then something happened.

The demon tried with all his might, noting the sheer force that propelled him back, the demon pushed and pushed, all his strength, all that he was being put behind this single punch and then the explosion of power over him was too much and was propelled downward. The demon hit with so much intensity that the ground gave way and caused a crater.

The demon slowly rose up from the impact and coughed out his infernal blood onto the ground.

"It seems I misjudged you mortal, this will be very interesting indeed. But before we proceed, what is your name? You are a worthy adversary and thus deserver recognition."

Konstantinos · Rookie Gender: Joined: 19 Jul 2008

"Name? I suppose you deserve as much. After all, it was your Karmic irresponsibilities that spawned my creation."

The Man with Red Hair lowers himself to the ground. His hair parts, revieling a massive burn scar on the left of his face.

"My name is Konstantinos, weilder of magick in its truest form, and the energy of the universe itself. I am the man you always wanted to become, although I must say you've set the bar rather low, dear friend Kain."

As he speaks, the man who calls himself Konstantinos picks up his wand.

"I am the unerring hand of fate itself. The very fist of Karma. The God and Goddess are as closer to me than any being of flesh and blood. I was born in the fires of hell, and by comeing to this world, I was babtized by fire."

Konstantinos readies himself. Wand in one hand, rapier in his left.

"Now, friend Kain, let us see if my memory of you matches the truth of your soul."

Diablo · Host of Kirahaad Gender: Joined: 12 Apr 2003

"Your words are cryptic but I figure as much from the wielders of magic. I don't know how I was in the past, my memory has gone and all I can remember is my name.. Wait how did you know my name? I never told you it."

The demon noticing Konstantinos taking advantage of the cease fire to grab his wand decided he to would grab his sword, if only to sheath it.

The demon eyed his adversary and without hesitation he charged closing the gap quickly he slammed his fist into the ground 3/4 the way causing the ground to crack and rift apart leading towards Konstantinos the demon also proceeds to grab a chunk of rock and if the immortal tries to levitate again there will be a nice four hundred pound rock headed towards his path to knock him out