Dagoth Ur vs Mortiss

[Mr Wu Sheng]

Steve's Announcement : This will be the hardest duel I've ever participated in, fighting everyone I have so far will truly put my skills to the test for this great battle. Mortiss - let's see if your skills are as good as your words, now...ENGARDE!

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For faith when you left me
A tear filled with rain

The storm stretched over the land, taking in it's path the solemn silence left by the spectators gaze, and why was the spectators quiet you may wonder? Well the answer was found within two men who's names had been drawn on the black charken based board that fitted against the metallic slabs of the post. Those two names were Dagoth Ur and Mortiss.

So would they fight? would they die trying to fulfill their dreams?

Nobody really knew that answer, since until now these two warriors had never crossed paths, on one side of the table stood Dagoth Ur, his blades arced around his wrists as he prayed for his opponent to announce himself, his body shrouded by a dark mist that seemed to conceal half of his somewhat disfigured corpse, the visible side showed however the vision of a young lad, no older then a mere teenager whose hair was long, sleek and scarily white.

Mortiss on the other hand was known to be big, built only to fight at a mans best performance, combining both speed, muscle and sheer agility to his body. These two warriors seemed so alike - and yet, so different at the same time. Dagoth knelt by the crimson table where his weapon was placed, his black robes revealing a glimpse of the face behind this masked warrior - and it revealed nothing to surprising to the spectators scattered around. For his face was indeed tarnished, his entire left side crushed and twisted, as if mutated in a way that would have caused excruciating pain. His other side was pale, clean and gleaming with life and courage.

His eyes were the only major difference between the two sides of this creature, for they both bore evil, heavy, dark and mysterious eyes. His left eye was tinted red whilst the right was tinted blue - but they still both adorned the stature of hatred in its purest form, in it's ONLY form.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, peasants and Nobles - we welcome you to Saturday Night Fight."

The voice boomed through strange masks as a platoon of robed men entered the court in which he waited, they held with them several banners and prizes for the winner of this duel, and yet even though they to appeared to be evil - as if they enjoyed to put the life of others in the simple hands of fate, they seemed inferior in hatred then Dagoth, who's aura was pulsating furiously as he patiently waited.

"Let's first introduce the fighters!" The main man spoke, his words pleading almost as the crowd hushed, "On one side of the field we have the robed assassin, Dagoth Ur!"

His voice was soon silenced by the roar that soon followed his statement, and Dagoth raised his head to the crowd whilst his hand grabbed forth the blade that was situated on top of the table.

"And on the other side" The robed man continued his statement, "Lies Mortiss, the greatest warrior on EARTH!" The roar that followed after the mentioning of this Mortiss put Dagoth in shame, for now even the crowd was against him, but who cares - it didn't take a crowds recognition to win a duel, it took simple skill, and Dagoth had PLENTY of that.

"I'm not afraid of this cretin!" His own words glistened as they shattered the roar of the crowd in its expedition, the crowd now glaring angrily at the robed assassin.

"You can't beat Mortiss." one of them cried.

"Who said I wanted to beat Mortiss, i simply want to show him something, something a fool like him won't even be able to realise - something far beyond the minds of inferior fools likes yourself!"

The man was silenced by Dagoth's rage, and the knight was left alone to ready his blades for this forthcoming fight. Mortiss would come, and when he did - a duel would be lived, a duel that nobody would ever know the answer to, for even if Dagoth lost, in a small way, he still would have won. There was more at stake in this duel, more then what Mortiss knew, or even this crowd.

"The fate of our souls rest in the balance..so come Mortiss, show me what you're made off - maybe I can learn a few things from you, before I gut you like like a fish that is - HAHAHAHA!" And so it was time, he readied both his swords, once fastened within his scabbard whilst the other was hanging loosely in his right hand, he would wait, and this wait would repay him tenfold, for he would either win by default, or Mortiss would come. Either way, Dagoth had this entire scene planned out and he knew just WHAT he must do should Mortiss surprise him.

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OOC : Ok, its strange how i wrote this post completely differently to the one where I'm fighting SSX, but what the hell I'm ill, tired and no where near at my best, lets just hope i can get better quick enough to show you a thing or two..my good friend Also, don't find my character offensive, I'm doing this sort of evil, lunatic thing for every duel i fight in ^_^ good luck Mortiss, let the best duelist win.

[Mortiss V3]

*The demon from the depths of mans subconscious emerged into battle brandishing his dual blades, the infamous ‘Swords of Dysfunction’. Each the work of some twisted design that only evil could conjure for the sole purpose of destruction. Crafted in the remote northern regions, high in the mountainous spine that stretched endlessly across the uninhabited wastelands dysfunction was born. The blades were unique to Mortiss in the land of China. One side was so smooth and so sharp that bone was sliced like butter with the minimum of force. Jagged ridges adorned the opposite enabling the shredding of skin acting like a saw for easier penetration. The blades were light as a feather and as powerful and forceful as a bull wrecking havoc wherever the beast went. They were the pride and joy of their wielder and master Mortiss who took delight in each soul the diabolical creations had destroyed. Once again they would be called upon to put an end to yet another life, this time the life of Dagoth Ur, may he rest in torment.*

*The applause and jubilation upon the maniacs arrival meant nothing to the fiend. He had only one thought at this moment in time, the painful, horrific death of this pretender. His posture was bent and crooked, a small target which surprised the so called assassin believing his opposition to be tall and domineering like the devils of old folk lore. The speed at which the arcane creature swiftly and effortlessly glided across the stone floor was as angelic as it was demonic. Those terrible plagues upon mankind were already drawn seemingly vibrating with the intensity and ferocity of a were beast seeking its next helpless victim. His eyes focused and dark, no information could be obtained from such soulless voids that lacked even the simplest form of emotion. His teeth were like a rotting carcass protruding like dragon fangs, pincer like and disease ridden. Unarmoured the freakish warrior had burst onto the scene, the burdens of such were not worth the loss in reflex.*

*Like a crazed victim of a virus taking over his sanity he headed straight for Dagoth, he gripped his blades so tightly that blood began to trickle from the self inflicted wound he created. In an instant he was upon his prey his left leg ahead of his right in mid run his right dysfunction being brought overhead to hack at the left shoulder of his foe. His left thrust aiming for the supple bowls his favourite area to strike. He screamed in sheer delight at the prospect of a fight, saliva dripping from his blackened lips. His legs were twitching as soon as the strikes were made, he would not stay still in one place, he would continually dart and weave, this was the way Mortiss fought his duels, speed, ferocity and bursts of intensity.*

[Mr Wu Sheng]

Duel Notice : I will review and add any statements here concerning the duel, for instance, you said you're attacking me basically at the same time, using your running momentum to strike me with additional force ^_^ a very good move for opening a duel, but this is where i do my trick and I'll see if you can stop it, there's a huge disadvantage with attacking overhead.

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The crowd burst into a flame of joy, their eyes like burning lasers torching his defenses one by one, leaving him stripped and alone - with nothing to remember but his horrid past. It was a pain riddled experience, and he did his best to mask his mind from it as the cries increased - revealing now not a cry of joy, but of fright and anxiety, but why?

The reason was realised soon enough, for beyond the other doors barged the man known as Mortiss, his pace fast - maybe too fast as his exterior slammed against the very foundations that they both stood upon. he was set - and this creature of darkness would face a brother of hate, so that their two blades would soon collide, and within that perplexed state of emotion and confusion, would the true victor of darkness shine through - and then, there would only be one.

"Mortiss!"

He cried the words as he gazed to Mortiss, but the raging beast before him wasn't stopping, his pace increased as he dashed to wards him, growing to a mere 12 span distance before Dagoth realised it was time...

Dagoth darted forth instantly, and once he reached the point in between his original spot and 6 spans in front he threw his body to the left so that Mortiss' overhead attack would aim for his (right shoulder) leaving his other attack now useless - there was no denying logic, nor was there any denying the realism that they would soon face, these two warriors were both speed demons, and they both fed upon the souls that their blades devoured on a daily basis.

So was this the chance to win? he would hope so. With Mortiss to far in his desires for war - it would take some serious damage to the human body to halt the movements before he would act, the only way in his own mind Mortiss could defy the rules he would enforce were risky, and that would take a man of high intelligence and skill to realise - for both the timing and the precision must be precise for it to succeed - in other words, to Dagoth, there was no possible way Mortiss could defeat this ploy of war.

But his attack - the attack Dagoth would soon show Mortiss would be no harder then simply swinging a blade, and he would indeed swing it, like an arc overlapping a simple layer of mud, it would sweep, it would arc - and he desperately hoped it would slice his victim in half.

So how would this great achievement be completed? well that was the easy part - Dagoth hadn't just slided to the left, he still moved, his body now completely crunched as he readied his open right sword. Would Mortiss realise his plans?

He would hope so, he was hoping to catch Mortiss in his mid run - whilst his blades would arc to his right, in a simple swing from right to left, so that his blade would hit, rip and tear away at Mortiss' body before he even knew what was happening, because after all - Mortiss would still be running towards him.

His body though wasn't completely to the left of Mortiss, (if Mortiss was north - then he would dart north west), this would still provide him momentum in his run, and his plan would be completed just as his body passed Mortiss', for he darted half way in between his own original spot and Mortiss' point, meaning that whilst Mortiss will have the initial speed advantage, the two would meet just in front of the middle section (6 spans), and by then Mortiss would just be readying his attack - whilst he himself, he had plans for his attack too.

So Dagoth darted, his right hand gripping the blade that adorned his body, it was a sleek blade, long, sharp and undeserving of a single scratch. It was completely flawless in every way, designed specifically to cut through anything like mere butter, and it's light materials made it also a weapon easily wielded by the weakest of fighters. Not that he was weak of course, but it proved to be easily controllable under stress, and thats just the sort of blade he needed right now.

His free left hand wasn't completely useless though, now that he was bent down, relying on more his knees to support his weight then his feet, his grabbed the blade in the right scabbard, forcing it's smaller blade out and placing it's gentle surface over his right shoulder, now that his only weak side was half protected, he feared nothing - and his right hand extended as his eyes gazed hungrily into Mortiss' soul.

"Got cha!" he muttered, and the blade swept across the field, it's target being Mortiss who by now was only a few feet away.

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Summary :

Ok, I'm assuming you are 12 spans away, the precise measurement of this is completely irrelevant because of the other add-ons I added, so - as you continue your run *lets say now 11 spans" i decide to dart forward. when i run like 4 or so spans, so that I'm just in front of the half way point (6 would be the half way point, since 12 / 2 = 6) then i dart north west if you're running from the north, so to my left, your right. At that time i slide/skid, and because you never stopped running in your post and you never said you weaved until AFTER your attacks hit me, then you're running in 1 simple line, but since you attacked me well, I'm always in danger.

So now your left thrust is useless, since even Mortiss wouldn't be able to arc it around fast enough since i never stopped moving, but your right over-head attack still aims for me and i protect myself by using my smaller blade to act as a cushion, it may dislocate my shoulder by the impact, but an over-head attack is easily blocked if my sword is the barrier between your sword and my right shoulder. meanwhile my free right hand is extended to MY RIGHT, sweeping right to left so that it would slice you in half. I will slide and attack basically JUST as you get near me, which is why this very move has defeated a few opponents, but you should know 1 thing Mortiss. Although i highly doubt this will win, do not attack at the same time with both weapons unless you're doing a spinning attack It'll be used against you. Also remember that what I'm doing is perfectly possible, i told you i do more tactical dueling, i WILL use your wording against you if i can, so - if you have any issues, let me know, if you're wondering about something, let me know.

Just don't try and change your stance or momentum - gryff did that once and got butchered in half. Theres several ways to block this easily and Lyle figured it out ^_^ if I've worded something strangely then forgive me. I still can't get into writing to my best abilities, so bare with me until i get accustomed to it again. If you DO have any concerns, hit me via pm or msn before you reply I will edit things to make it easier, i just hope you understand what I'm doing properly

[Lyle]

Booh steve sucks.