Define Your Meaning Of War [Blake]

[Oliver Radleigh]

i want to play the game

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px; background: url('http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/red024.jpg'); border-top: 10px solid #000000; border-bottom: 10px solid #000000; -webkit-border-radius: 20px;][style= background-color: #000000; float: left; width: 97px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 10px; Padding-bottom: 10px; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 12px; color: #ffffff; text-align: left; -webkit-border-radius: 8px 0px 20px 0px;] Credit;; Ryuujin Tags;; Blake~ Notes;; Hell yea~ It. Is. AWN! and yes... yes I did cheat. B3 [/style][style= padding: 10px; margin-left: 110px; font-size: 12px; font-family: century gothic; color: #000000; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px] Blood hit the ground, splattering over the dirty pavement with a sound that sent a shiver of delight down the navy haired man's spine. Yelling arose from behind him as the first fell to the ground with a dull thump, motionless with the lack of a life - throat slit open. Blood stained the silver blade of the dagger in his hand, raising to meet parting lips as he slid his tongue out to run along the edge, sneering at the remain Epispect members. They were enraged... He could see it in their eyes... painted over their faces... but they had yet to feel the fear they should. No matter. With a battle cry, one of the other men rushed forward, a purple gleam consuming his arm as he activated the attack Oliver assumed to be shadow claw. Narrowing his eyes, he stepped to the side, blade gripped tightly in his hand and rushed forward. Purple claws slid across his cheek, drawing a pain from him that only served to further excite him as blood flew from the mouth of the other, his blade protruding from the man's chest, red staining the green uniform he wore. With a sickening sound, he twisted the blade before pulling it out, kicking the body over that would join it's comrade, lifeless within minutes from the lack of blood... and the new hole in his lung. Without a sound, Oliver turned to face the remaining three, his face contorted in sickening pleasure, a devilish smirk painted on his lips. He was enjoying this too much. "Who's next...?" The two in front crouched, preparing their individual attacks, readying themselves for the kill... the kill that would never come... for them at least. One after one, they rushed toward Oliver, their physical attacks powering as they moved. But the dragon Gijinka held no mercy. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled, releasing a Flamethrower that would scar the two men... burning them alive. Bloodcurdling screams filled the air as the flames licked at their skin, melting and pulling it away... but one seemed to be less afflicted by this than the other, and emerged from the flames, snarling at him. Shifting his stance, Oliver activated his own Shadow Claw, black crawling down the length of his forearm to form sharp, dragonic claws over his hand - appearing more like an extension to his limb than ethereal shadows. With a loud sound, the two attacks clashed, Oliver pushing the other man away - sliding across the pavement before bolting forward, his claws raised again. Before the other could recover, Oliver took a slash, the clawed hand easily sliding through the stomach of the other... in one side and out the other. Pulling his arm free, the body fell to the ground like all the others, the claws fading as he faced the last. This one seemed stronger... but he wasn't convinced. Before he knew it, an ice beam was flying at him, and he barely found the time to throw up a Protect before it hit. Breaking his shield down, he released a dragonic hiss, glaring at the man, "So that's how its gonna be... hm?" It didn't take Oliver long to decide what to do. "Very well..." With his single, visible eye flashing a deeper golden color than which already colored it, a light blue aura covered his being as he activated Outrage. The two men rushed at each other, Ice beam and dragonic flames from outrage clashing, causing delicious explosions - a very distinct scent filling the air from their actions. Back and Forth the two moved, like an intricate dance of death, fates mingling as blow after blow was laid. But as Oliver lowered himself to the ground, preforming a lower roundhouse... the other man fell to the ground, hitting hard - giving Oliver his chance. The dragonic flames hit him head on - and with the previous damage given, he didn't stand a chance. But Oliver wasn't about to take any chances. "Have a parting gift..." With a quick Dragon Claw, he tore through the other's skull, it's contents flying with his rather.... distasteful pun. All five were dead... and Oliver was covered in blood... but he was content... and now alert to more members coming. These guys just... didn't give up, did they? No matter... he was quite content with fighting and fighting. [/style]

i want the friction

[blake]

There were very few things that could get this man's blood pumping, but a hunt for illegals was one of those things. The fact that there might be one that would be able to give him such a wonderful thrill for a fight. Rather than the rest of the dogs that would be swept aside like garbage, of course, they were all as dogs to him anyways. A wolf was just a far more interesting member of the canine family, offering to fight to defend its pack. They had arrived at the abandoned sector early in the morning, and it wasn't until just recently that there had been a yell. One that was filled with pain and anguish, that was the first sign that there was someone here that would provide some sort of entertainment.

He moved towards the source of the sound, the screams increasing in frequency as well as volume. He was getting closer to the source, the familiar stench of copper in the air told him the battlefield was close. Arriving, he saw a single man, taking on the lower ranks of the epispect employees by himself. A rather dangerous grin forced its way onto the man's features, this is exactly what he was looking for. As there were more epispect hunters coming to try taking this single thief, Blake interfered on behalf of the man. Claws aglow with energy, as he started with his own Dragon Claw, tearing through two of the group that was daring to get between him and this prey.

He wanted to join in on the fun, and they were simply going to become nuisances, so it was better to remove them now. A dark blue energy surrounded his form as a pulse exploded, blasting into the rest that were there. Tearing one man clean in half, with his entrails still connecting his upper and lower portions. The remaining employees took the hint and left the area, leaving the two with nothing but themselves and the piles of corpses. Blake turned his scarlet eyes upon the other man, still grinning with a dangerous expression, "So, tell me. Are you really an illegal?"

The man didn't fight like an scrub off of the street, no he had the skills of a soldier. Something that was rarely seen by him, but oh how he wanted to test that skill. His fingers twitching waiting for a response, if he truly was an illegal type, then he could let loose with all his aggression.

(apologies for the rush. I figured we would both enjoy if the fight was gotten to immediately. As well as ideas were low.)