The cloaked figure stands on top of th cathedral of light. Casting his shadow to the ground. Awaiting a challenge

The empty casing of an old and abandoned cathedral seemed to draw in the paladin more than ever. He wasn't weary in any way, but the burden of traveling in such a way, armor and all, was becoming to bore him. He needed to pray, and pray he would, inside a once holy place, if only to bring it back to its upstanding level of beauty. Red Sanz was this paladin's name, and he stood mere inches from the massive doors of the dead cathedral, slowly taking a breath.

Moments passed before he swallowed the excess saliva in his mouth, and his gauntlet reached out, fingers wrapping around the iron handle of the door to get a grip. With force, he pushed the door open, a loud and awakening creek filled the silence of the air, sending the small rodent-like inhabitants of the cathedral every which way, but all away from the door. Red stepped into the structure, and peered up slowly at the massive hole in the roof. His brow arched before he looked ahead, and with a small strut, made his way toward a broken altar, and two wooden steps.

At the moment, he was unsuspecting, bewildered by the sheer destructive force that had wrecked the cathedral. Wood splinters rested everywhere, pews broken in half. All around him tapestries that used to cover the open windows now lay in ruins, glass shattered about the torn red cloth that draped along the ground, no longer serving its beautiful purpose anymore. And ahead of him, an altar turned over on its side, seemingly undamaged. By now he had reached the stairs, and knelt before them, dropping his head, closing his eyes. "Our Father..."

"Is Dead" Came the responce from high in the pews.

"Or maybe he never existed holy man" Still the darkness keeping the cloaked figure from any sight. the noise of his voice echoing off the cathedral, Displacing any hope of location by sound!

"You waiste you time comming here holy man, You have stepped foot on my domain. I will ask only once. LEAVE or meet your false god"

His eyes slowly opened, and he stood from his knee, his arms dropping by his sides. Red turned around and looked around, arching his brow. The thought of leaving was quite irrelevant at the moment. He couldn't abandon a cathedral in need. "Meeting a false god I never believed in could only make you feel immortal. Your entity is diseased, spoiled and tainted by some unholy force. Step into the light, and I shall cleanse you with the might of God."

His hand drew back, over his left shoulder, and his chained fingers gripped at the hilt of his holy bastard sword. In a slow motion, he brought the sword out of its sheathe, the sliding metal bringing on a sense of victory to this paladin. "I am the holy crusader Red Sanz, and I am here to cleanse this unholy structure. You seem to be the root of the problem, and so you shall come first..."

((OOC: For future reference, any text in italics are his thoughts.))

Leaping From the pews the mysterious figure does a forward flip turning into mist right before comming into contact with the floor. The mist moves around the room towards one of the ornate 1000year old windows. Reforming into a huminoid shape he sits there picking his finger nails with a knife.

"So Holy man you know my nature. Doesnt mean anything. One question before we begin. Are you ready to die for your god and be resurected by mine to serve me?"

He watched as the fog grew, then disappeared, reappearing by the window, and slowly nodded to himself. A demon, nonetheless, drawn upon the earthen plains to create an army for his master. That was the normal routine. Minions, lessers, and the like...all were evil. All that had challenged Red had died beneath his blade. This one was no different.

"Believing that you can defeat me is a facade you would like to hide behind. Your countenance may portray an invincible form, but your inner being is dead, and you shall be buried within the soil soon."

He reached behind him, and grabbed his shield, pulling it about, wielding it with ease in his left hand. His sword, now poised vertically in his right hand, glittered with the everlasting holy light that shone from the ethereal blade, an enchantment this crusader had learned as a young lad. The road to becoming a paladin had been quite rough, but he had persevered, and would allow nothing to take that away from him.

"I leave the first move to you, fiend..."

"Fiend, Such kind words. And about being dead. Well you couldnt be farther from the truth holy man." After picking the last imaginary bit of dirt from his finger tip bornin put away his dagger.

"Well if you must then fine the first move i shall make Holy man"
Levitating from the window bornin reaches the ground pulling out his Kitanna.
"such a beautiful sword I have. And it hungers!" he saids as he caresses the blade fondly admiring its workmanship. With a burst of speed he rushes the man cutting low under his shield while dodging to the left! As he passes by the Holy man he grabs a throwing dagger and carefully aims and throws it at the joint in the holy mans armor crease in his leg! attempting to impare his movement

Many a time had Red seen such a beast wielding nice weaponry, but after every battle, the weapons had been destroyed. Such desire to cast away these infernal tools were what brought about a quick and essential dodging movement in order to evade the slash at his legs, being that they were beneath his shield. Quickly after the slash, Red found himself dragging his shield down through the air and blocked the dagger, staring at his opponent.

He found his footing and leapt forward, bringing his sword in a horizontal slash toward his opponent's midsection, quickly landing and leaping back, his boots landing on an almost broken pew. He held his sword at the ready, vertically poised, his shield held over his chest, his eyes locked on this devilish creation.

Bornin expecting the attack rolled to the side to evade the Blade. The holy man had decent reflexes, this was goint to be fun. Bornin Turns around sword in hand and reaching for another throwing dagger. Charging at the holy man yet again Bornin takes a different aproach dodging to the side for a split second and bracing his feet on the altar quickly. Bornin springs towards the holy man, blades leading the way. As he gets closer to the man he aims a strike with his Kitanna towards the holy mans helm, forcing him to raise his shield to block the attack while carefully aiming his dagger for the joint in the holy mans leg. Attempting to sever some of the tendens below

The raising of his shield was obviously a diversion, and the only thing he could do was put up an aura, or to move his leg in time for hope for the best. Creating an aura that fast was nearly impossible, and so he chose the latter of the situation, bending his knee so that the target his enemy had been aiming at was now a different target in the same spot: his armor. He only could hope that it was strong enough.

A dull noise filled the air, apart from the breathing of the two men, and Red felt a small stab of pain. A sound of a pin dropping was heard, but it was not a pin; it was the throwing dagger clinking along the floor beneath him. The damage done was simply a dent in his armor enough to pierce his leg, leaving a small incision.

Pressing his grip to his shield, he leapt toward this enemy, bashing his shield toward his opponent, afterwards swinging his sword diagonally, from his left to his right, floor to air. After this attack, he stepped back, readying himself for another defense.

The Holy man bent his knee at the last moment causing little damage! Bornin Recieved a full Shield bash upon his chest knocking him back many feet. Grinning he spoke

"So you seem to be rather proficiant with that shield of yours. I never found them much use. I rather hold another blade in my other hand then hide behind a shield. Holy man"

With a couple deft swings the holy man aproaches swinging his sword in Bornins direction. Bornin Parries the first with ease, while moving back. The second one Bornin shifts his weight to his left leg and dodges to the side avoiding the blade completly. But the thrid swing scores a minor hit on Bornins right calf cutting through his armor to leave a grazing cut across his leg. Bornin steps back just as his opponent does. with 10 feet distance between the Holy man and himself he watches as the cut on his leg mends itself completly, leaving only the tear in his armor.

"Well holy man, now that you see you cant leave any lasting damage upon me, what do you think of your chances of winning this fight? you will grow weary after a while and that will be your undoing mortal."

Bornin using his ability to slow time for his opponents dashes in looking to strike towards his opponents sword arm. Using his ability to turn into shadow right after!

((OOC: This post will suck, and I apologize for having to wait so long for it.))

He arched his brow, watching as the enemy regenerated skin over the fresh wounds. He gritted his teeth and slowly resumed a defensive stance, all the while pondering how he could cause some permanent damage to this creation of the Underworld.

The ability of his opponent shocked him as he was slowed, but his mind reacted quickly with a heavenly zeal that allowed himself to speed up just a bit, although he was still quite slow compared to the opposing man. His sword arm felt a cut across his skin, and he bit his bottom lip, watching as Bornin turned into a mystic black shadow.

He leaped back quickly, used to being cut in his dominant arm, but the good thing about being a paladin was the ability to use either hand when needed. Still, he could swing his sword with ease, just a little pain here and there from the slowly bleeding wound. Red noticed his opponent was basing everything on speed, and so he concentrated, trying to use his aura to slow his opponent as well, to put them on the same playing field again. After doing so, he waited for the invulnerable shadow to become flesh and blood again.

Bornin reformed 10 feet away from the holy man. "Well it would see I have cut you Holy man. Your out of your League." A grimmace formed on bornins face, slight but still there. "So your false god has given you some ability. Ashame it was a waist!" Although the Aura didnt hurt Bornin physically it was quite irritating and distracting. Walking towards his opponent borning summons his Infernal Rage. Doubling his attacks for the round. With his slowing of time ability it would give him a decisive advantage. Charging in with his Kitana and Darrger he starts attacking furiously! "How Dare you try and use an ability on me like that holy man!" Cutting and slashing. Rapidly striking any exposed spot. "I have had over four hundred years of experiance and your the only one with the balls to try and use divine power on me to strengthen your resolve! IT WILL FAIL YOU!. Continuing to strike rapidly putting the holy man on his toes and getting him to back up towards the altar. "I will sacrifice you to my god, holy man. He will swallow whats left of your soal when im done with you!"