Wraith Vs Open

[Wraith]

Name: Wraith
Class: Adept Rogue
Location: Graveyard
Forecast: Full moon without a cloud in the sky, the field is large, with graves extending past the horizon
Challenger: Open

Wraith sat atop a grave flipping through the pages in her grimoire, a bucket of meat on the ground beside her. every so often she would reach down and pick up a piece of flesh and lower it to a page, which would gobble it up enthusiastically.

Strange little thing.

she thought to herself. Wraith gave a quick second to look up and check the area around her. No challengers as of yet; but that was ok. It was still early and she had all night. The air was crisp and cool, and the field was just her style, she adjusted her dress and gave a delighted giggle at the fog seemingly coming from her mouth.

"I do hope someone takes me up on that offer I posted."

She lowered another strip of meat to her book and watched as it snatched it up like an eager dog.

"How else am I supposed to get more feed for you my little pet?"

[sera]

Izaya had seen the message on the forums, and thought that fighting someone one on one would at the very least give him some interaction. Perhaps this girl would enjoy their interaction and they could exchange member addresses. It would be good to get to actually talk to someone more than once...perhaps make a friend. Shut up in his room all day, he sure needed one. Thus, he logged in as quick as he good, traded his life for Unko's, and immersed himself in [The World].

Unko had been to Lumina Cloth a few times...he'd responded to some "third member searches" on forums and had one-timers with teams. So, as he walked up to the counter, he felt a pang of anxiety hit him. He had been rejected so many times by going to the arena and responding to threads like this...why would this time be any different? No...no. This time would have to be different. It had to be. The Flick Reaper wouldn't accept another person telling him he "wasn't a good fit."

Appearing in the graveyard, he looked around for a moment. This venue worked for him immensely. His scythe had a "death" theme to it. So this level of macabre would make the long weapon feel nice at home. Materializing it, he held it behind him as he explored a bit of this graveyard, looking for his opponent. The level of detail this arena had was pretty high...unexpectedly so. The tombstones even had little marks on them to somehow signify names. That was...impressive.

Rounding a row of tombs, he saw a silhouette that looked like it was his opponent: it had to be. As he approached, he began to see the details of a black-clad woman, who was petite and fair-haired. He approached her from behind, walking as carefully as he could not to make too much noise. Looking over her shoulder, he began to chuckle loudly.

"Is the thought of fighting me really so dull that you're reading instead? How you wound me," he said with heavy sarcasm. He knew she was probably some sort of shadow warlock...or adept rogue. But, who was an adept rogue anymore?

[Wraith]

Wraith paused only for a moment when she heard the voice speak up behind her. Instead of offering a response, she simply held up a single finger to indicate for him to wait just one second. She leisurely finished reading the passage in her grimoire before closing the book with a loud crack. Wraith pivoted 180 degrees on the tombstone to face Unko, she gave him a slow look up and down, then shrugged and slid of the stone to stand in front of him. She abruptly leaned forward, placing the tip of her nose only a few centimeters from his, and locked eyes with him, let ing hee lips curl into a sadistic grin.

Hmm... he's cute... shame. she thought to herself briefly.

"If that's all it takes to wound you sweetheart, then this is going to be over faster than I'd hoped... but maybe you'll give me a surprise?"

Although she addressed him directly, her tone said she was more talking about him than to him. Wraith grabbed her grimoire from where it lay on the tombstone and took a couple of steps ti give herself and her challenger some room. Before she'd gotten more than 4 steps away, and without turning back around to face him, she abruptly went on the offensive. The familiar red spell targeting rings rushing from beneath her feet, seeking out Unko.

"Ani Zot!"

[sera]

She held up a finger to say that she needed a moment to finish reading. Uttering a sigh, he tapped his foot impatiently. Why would she open a spot in the arena if she just wanted to read her book? Then, very abruptly, she pivoted and stood up very quickly. Her face was only inches from his after she leaned in. This was...a bit close for comfort. And neither the PC nor the player liked this closeness, and under his goggles Izaya's face turned a bright shade of red.

"If that's all it takes to wound you sweetheart, then this is going to be over faster than I'd hoped... but maybe you'll give me a surprise?"

A small smirk crossed the face of the white-clad Flick Reaper. Perhaps this girl was underestimating him because of his demeanor. Or perhaps it was because he was a crowd-control class in singles combat. Or perhaps she was just taunting him? People in the arena could always be rude...but that didn't seem like the case here. But then again, what did Unko/Izaya really know about people? It wasn't like he was very popular and had a well of knowledge about people and their habits. Oh well...time to make pre-fight small chat.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that honey," he said with heavy sarcasm on "honey". "I'm a bit sturdier than I look. Plus I have this big scythe, good for cutting things." He gave his instrument for violence a little shake to illustrate his point.

As she walked away from him, he took tentative steps back. He knew that Shadow Warlocks used range to attack with spells. However, he also knew that target indicator had a time limit. After all, the spell wouldn't search for him forever. Could he dodge until she ran out of SP? No...probably not. But, he shuddered at what would happen if he got hit with a couple of those spells. He would lose; it truly was as simple as that. So, as he felt his back hit a tombstone, Unko knew that he would have to try to dodge laterally.

"Ani Zot!"

The red circle darted from her position. Unko had no clue what the spell would do...but he knew it would hurt. Running to his left, he had a sincere hope that he could outrun the red circle for a while. Looking back at it, he saw the edge of the circle smack into his heel. Crap. In a moment, he was flung into the air by dark claws that had slashed at him. He knew a chunk of his HP was missing. But, as he landed he knew that he would make her pay for it.

Pointing his scythe at her, he obtained a nasty grin. "Death's Beckoning." And, just like that, the blade of his scythe flew out, aimed at Wraith.

[Wraith]

Wraith let out a haughty laugh as her spell flung Unko into the air. She grinned as Unko was slashed and chuckled as he landed.

"Now now dear, you won't be abe--"

she didn't have time to finish her taunt before the blade of. Unko's scythe came barreling towards her, she had not expected a counter attack so soon, especially not from a flick reaper. She attempted to dodge to the side but was not quick enough, the scythe but deep and she let out a light yelp as it was ripped back from her shoulder to its owner. She managed to stay her feet as as not to be drug forward with it but her health bar showed a sizable chunk now missing.

"Owww! That really hurt. I guess you really want to have some fun huh?"

As she spoke her grimoire floated before her, it's pages began to riffle quickly as if being blown by a strong wind. They suddenly stopped and the mouth on the spine of the book let out a loud breathy groan. Moments later withered hands burst from the ground between Wraith and Unko and 4 gaunt, leathered corpses dragged themselves from graves and stood facing Unko, shambling towards him with hunger in their eyes.

That should keep the little darling occupied, if only for a moment.

She thought.

[sera]

"Now now dear, you won't be abe--"

And just like that, she was struck by the blade of his scythe. A small grin spread across his face as the blade sunk into her shoulder and then ripped itself free as it flew back to the shaft of his scythe. He was a little disappointed that she hadn't been pulled into him such that he could finish this fight quickly in close quarters. However, her small yelp of pain was a good sign, accompanied with the chunk of health that was now missing from her health bar.

"Oh dear, are you a little sore in the shoulder? Would you like me to massage it for you?"

"Owww! That really hurt. I guess you really want to have some fun huh?"

And just then, the book in her hands began to look as if it were possessed by a sudden wind. The spine of the book opened up and grinned as the ground between them began to ripple. Slowly, four corpses began to rise from their graves and stand between them, protecting Wraith. Unko sighed...he hated fighting mobs. And, he especially hated using up a large chunk of his SP...but he was going to have to do that now. There was only really one way for him to dispatch minions quickly such to not get double teamed by them and their controller: Death's Grasp.

He let out a dramatic sigh and stared pasted the gaunt corpses to stare at Wraith. "Necromancy really isn't romantic...and here I thought you wanted some alone time." And then he rushed them. Running forward, he once again held his scythe out in front of him. This could take out one or two of them at the least. He could finish up the remainders. "Death's Grasp" As the bandage-like strings shot out in the directions of the corpses, Unko locked eyes with Wraith. After he finished off her playthings, the Death Reaper would set his sights on the Warlock herself.

SP: 116/176

[Wraith]

Wraith chuckled at Unko's playful taunts.

He really is a firecracker. I haven't had this much fun with banter in quite some time. And he's not half bad on the eyes either... shame.

As Unko moved forward Wraith remembered why she disliked fighting flick reapers... crowd control. Unko's bandages flew like darts, Piercing the soft flesh of the ghouls as they shambles forward. Each string found its target in a separate ghoul, except for a single zombie who was unfortunate to receive 2. As the two pieces of cloth penetrated it's chest it let out a mournful moan and disintegrated completely. The others took their hits with a little more resistance losing Large chunks of health in the process. Another ghoul fell as the damage overcame it's ability to exist but the remaining 2 shambles forward with arms outstretched, jaws hanging slackly open hoping for a bite of flesh.

Dammit, one more area attack like that and my ghouls are history... maybe it's time to break out the big toys.

Wraith's grimoire opened one of.its mouths to moan, but instead of sound came only a thick smokey ooze, which enveloped Wraith, as the smokey veil swirled about her appearance flickered between her regular self and a gaunt leathery facsimile. With her Ectoplasmic Veil ready she steeled herself for what came next... she hadn't had to do this in a long time.

"Consider yourself lucky cutie, it's been a while since anyone's made me have to think in a fight. You should be commended."

[sera]

So, his attack had taken out two of them? Well, fifty percent wasn't bad for one attack...but it wasn't like he could spam that all day. As a matter of fact, his skill trigger was currently on cooldown...wonderful. The other two limped towards him, eager for his flesh. Sighing a bit, Unko pointed his scythe at the leftmost zombie. He swung his scythe with his right hand...so he shouldn't sustain too much damage if he could block a little.

"You're first."

Taking quick strides, he placed himself in front of the zombie before jabbing at its throat with the pommel of his scythe. Then he, let the natural weight distribution of the scythe drop the blade to the ground behind him as he aimed a solid left hook for the corpse's face. He looked out of the corner of his eye as the other zombie closed in on him. Unko was over extended and probably couldn't dodge if the thing really wanted to bite him. Oh well...it couldn't hurt that much.

Just then, however, something occurred that made Unko take his eyes off the incoming danger: Wraith was transforming. She had veiled herself in some sort of encasement that made her look like one of the corpses she raised. Ugh. Could this get any worse? Of course it could, he still had a zombie to deal with. But no time for that now...the mob was of no consequence really.

"Consider yourself lucky cutie, it's been a while since anyone's made me have to think in a fight. You should be commended."

Chuckling a bit at this, Unko locked eyes with her new form. He much preferred the old one...but he could manage. After all, it would probably be easier psychologically to hurt a corpse girl than an attractive, living one. If only he had a transformation to match it like they did in the anime Izaya watched...oh well.

"Oh, you think I'm cute? How precious. Perhaps you should take off that costume and commend me over dinner?"

[Wraith]

As Unko attacked the ghoul it's flesh gave way easily, crumbling to dust around his fist.

He is quite good at crowd control, even for a flick reaper...

Wraith thought to herself.

but not quite good enough

The final ghoul had gotten very close, and as Unko looked distractedly at Wraith's new appearance it leaned in and took a large bite of his flesh. The wound dealt no damage, but being entangled in a zombies arms was hopefully distraction enough.

Really, is this guy asking me out in the middle of a fight? Ugh, men.

"You win this fight and then we'll talk about maybe being seen together outside of this graveyard, I don't associate with corpses on a social level"

She teased at her opponent. This whole arena experience was becoming a learning experience. She didn't have to be underhanded or tricky here. People would just walk into her arena, begging to be killed, and offering mildly amusing banter in the interim.

"Ani Zot!"

She punctuated her verbal jab with another spell, the pages of her grimoire ruffling lightly as the spell was cast, the dark red circles once more seeking out Unko's form.

[sera]

Unko gritted his teeth together as the last zombie bit into him without hesitation. It didn't do a lot of damage to his health bar...but being bound down like this was cumbersome and could open him up to a lot of hurt. So, with a quick motion he tried to shake off the zombie, but the clasp was tight. Sighing, he aimed two quick punches at the head of the angry zombie. With any luck they'd destroy the thing and then he'd attack the puppet master herself.

"Get the hell off me!"

With that small encounter taken care of, Wraith decided to verbally jab at him again. Two fights were being waged right now. One with a scythe and spells...and the other with words. With cold, sarcastic, highly suggestive words. Oh, how lovely were his fights.

"You win this fight and then we'll talk about maybe being seen together outside of this graveyard, I don't associate with corpses on a social level"

"I feel that's a lie," he said with a laugh. "You hung out in a graveyard and summoned corpses to attack me. I feel like you might appreciate dead things more than you let on."

"Ani Zot!"

The red circle once again flew out from under Wraith's feet, but Unko wasn't going to fall for this: not twice. Dropping his scythe, he began to run towards his side. He kept his eye on the red circle as this happened, but he wasn't going to turn around again. That moment's hesitation had butchered him last time. He was NOT going to deal with that again. Those spells chunked health like no other. And that was not the way to win a fight. After a while, he made a circle such that he was coming back towards his scythe. He was no longer in any danger from the red circle that contained her spell. Hoisting up the scythe, Unko pointed Death's Calling at Wraith and smirked to himself.

"How dull of you to use the same trick twice. Are you that bored?"