Rules:
- No items
- Lots of gore

Go!

Faust warped from Mac Anu to the customized field to which him and Centrus would do combat. It was a place that Faust enjoyed very much to go whenever he did choose to duel. The field was more or less a pit arena that consisted of a large circular stone slab in the center of a shadowy colliseum. In the seats of this dark field were a multitude of blood thirsty monseters to which only their red eyes could be see and they all chanted for blood and when they saw Faust they screamed in utter excitement. They wanted violence and gore and Faust was a player who delivered what they craved. Faust began to pace the circular stone arena as he looked to the pitch black abyss that was the sky. The only light came from torches and they only illuminated the pit to which the players would be fighting.

It had been far too long since the Heavy Blade had found himself in the bustling city of Mac Anu. Centrus hadn't been around in the last year, and he was noticing inklings of differences here and there. Players whom he once knew bore new and stronger equipment, shops were overrun and much larger than they used to be. There was one thing about Mac Anu that never changed though. The serene peace that welled up inside of the player whenever he stood here in the town was something that he had missed. He swore inwardly that he would never again go a year without this feeling.

Approaching the Chaos Gate, he was reminded of how natural this used to be. There was a time where the whirling gold rings before him were a mark of home; now they just seemed odd. It was as if this whole world were new to him. The feeling was edging in on the peace he had discovered. This was not something that he was a huge fan of. A few seconds of fumbling with menus and he was on his way to his destintation.

A challenge had been issued over thoe boards for a duel. The player's name was Faust, and in researching him Centrus had discovered that he had a love of gore. This was not something the Heavy Blade was used to yet. He had a tendency to get things done and not look back at the wake left behind. it seemed that Faust thrived off of this wake. It was going to be difficult.

With a personality like Faust's, Centrus had no idea what to expect of the field. He had allowed his opponent to pick the field. As he arrived in it, he realized how dangerous a choice that had been. The arena was dark, the only light the flickering glow of torches that aurrounded the stone slab they stood on. Around the ring were risen seats filled with reanimated corpses and undead monsters, like a demonic Roman amphitheatre. This was gloing to be quite the duel.

Centrus noted his opponent on the far side of the ring. He was a Blademaster, one level above the Heavy Blade. "Well sir, let's begin." Drawing his Stun Sword, he placed it blade down in the ground, the large width of the blade intended to be a shield. Soon, the battle would commence. Here's to a good fight. He laughed inwardly as his thought echoed in the silence of his heart.

Faust turned around to his foe and the horrid audience encircling them seemed to spur to life once more with cheers and taunts. The crowds spoke almost as if they were a singular conscience, "Peel his flesh from his bone... Make him regret ever choosing to face one of the No Life Kings, Lord Faust... He has guts Faust, Now split him open so we can see what they look like... Cut him to ribbons and then throw them to us so we can dine on your sweet victory, Lord Faust... Show this misguided sheep why they call you the Lord of Nightmares and the Sovereign of Sorrow... Lead us oh Master of Darkness, lead us into the icy black abyss to whence true immortality awaits... Offer him Faust as a sacrifice to our God!"

Faust's sadistic grin widened as he looked to Centrus with a gaze that could pierce granite. Faust then spoke to Centrus who said, "Well sir, let's begin." Faust replied with utter anticipation to the blood shed that was about to begin, "Why do you already go on the defensive? Do you fear the darkness or me that much that you must feint bravery with such cowardice? The crowd merely wants a spectacle to watch and like me you should think how you will entertain them becuase it will be the one who offers the most to this crowd that will be the victor. That is why I told you that our match must be gorey because if we do not satisfy this crowd then it will be both our lives on the line; not just one. And before we do continue I must formally introduce myself. I am a Prince of Darkness, one of the seven No Life Kings, and the Pordigy of Melphina to whom his a vampiric priestess. My name is Lord Donovan Faust, but you may call me just Faust if you prefer my friend."

Faust then took a breath before finishing, "Do you have any prominent standing my dear friend or shall I just continue to call you Centurs? And if you have none, then please pick up your sword and let us begin? I may be a vampire, but that does not deprive me of my duties of being a gentleman and a host to all who enter my domain. You may have the first attack my dear friend, its is only fitting that I offer you such in gratitude of your bravery in coming to my humble abode. So your first shot is a freebie and a gauranteed hit, so will you take my offer or not, and do not worry my word is bond here! The crowd screamed in excitement at Faust's words and they then taunted Centrus, "Strike our master whelp, do not make him wait, and honor his wishes and strike him!!! Afterall, you may not get an oppertunity like this again you fool!"

The crowd was in an uproar. Bloodlust was permeating the very air of the arena. The monsters were held at bay by the walls surrounding the seats, but their merderous intentions flooded the arena that Centrus stood in. This Faust, he was one of their leaders. That much was made clear. He reigned over their ravenous hearts as a king over his kingdom. Faust was aomg his own kind; this was a dangerous situation for the Heavy blade to find himself in.

Centrus had been offered the first move. Well, there's an odd tactic. I understand chivelry, hell I still open doors for people, but this is a little extreme. Ten bucks says that he draws masochistic pleasure from the pain. That is something I just don't understand. Well, far be it from me to deny him his indulgences. The Heavy Blade removed his sword from the ground, using the forward momentum of his charge to remove it from its defensive position. This was the start of it all.

His charge seemed to draw tumultuous cries from the crowd. The monsters gathered to watch the event were eating this up. I appear to be the next course if all goes according to Faust's plan. The Blade was dragging on the ground behind him as his charge across the battlefield reached its completion. The Blademaster's body was far from defined in the pseudo-night of the arena's setting. The lack of definition created by the shadowy atmosphere stood a good chance to play against him in his strike. This was not going to be the easiest thing the Heavy Blade had ever done.

Centrus raised his blade as he reached the Blademaster. The Stun Sword rested Heavy in his hand. "Like you said Faust, who knows when I'll get this chance again? Let's take it while I can! Death Bringer!" Centrus flipped over his blade, hoping to bring it crashing into the self-proclaimed Lord of Nightmare. This was going to be a grueling battle, might as well start it off strong.

The Heavy Blade's words echoed off the walls as the blade came crashing down.

SP: 38-10=28
Total: 28/38

Faust watched with a sly smile as they blade began to come crashing down upon him and with a quick stepbackwards he avoided having the blade take hold within his shoulder. But before the blade touched the ground, Faust stepped into it stomach first, thus plunging the blade deep into his flesh. Faust smiled as he took hold of the blade and drew it in deeper into his abdomen as he coughed up some of his blood. Faust then spoke, "So you were stupid enough to fall for my trick, you see, now that your blade and you are held in place... you have no way to counter any sort of attacks I lay upon you. Perhaps I'll cut your jugular vein and drink your blood as it washes over my face, that sounds absolutely delightful, don't you agree?!"

Faust began to chuckle to himself as he licked the blood from his cheek as he withdrew his Ensui from its sheath on the left side of his belt with his left hand as he quickly tightened his grip over Centrus's blade to keep it from being removed from his gut. Faust then laughed maniacally as he flicked his wrist thus sending his blade diagonally towards Centrus's neck. "Self proclaimed, I think not, I AM THE LORD OF NIGHTMARES!!!!!!! HA HA HA HA HAH HAAAAAAAAAA, CRACK BEAT!!"

50-10=40SP

Oh God. He didn't dodge. Holy... He didn't dodge. He moved into it. What the hell is wrong with this guy!? Who the hell moves into a skill like that!? Who is this guy? His thoughts were quickly interrupted. His passionate screams in his subconcious had drowned out Faust's initial talking, but the echoes from his minions in the crowd made his intentions clear. Faust was going to try to rip him a new one, in a style rather similar to what the Heavy Blade had just done. He had to get clear before Faust could get that chance. It sounded like a good plan.

If only he could free his blade from the Blademaster's lower intestine. He pulled for a moment in vain, then decided that it would just be best to abandon the blade. If the other player were so insistent on keeping his sword, he would let him have it. Just get me away from this hell hole. I can't stand it anymore. Faust's threat was coming close to reality when the Heavy Blade decided that it would be a good time to get out of there. He rolled quickly to his left, leaving the Stun Sword for Faust to deal with. The Blademaster's Ensui smacked him across the side of the skull as he attempted to dodge.

His vision went blurry for a moment. He knew he was clear, but he had no idea by how much. A blurry figure stood before him in the distance, edges fading in and out of existance. His lack of definition was only aided by the darkness and flickering torch light. Crap, this is not working to my advantage. He has the upper hand in every aspect except... well... body condition. I have to pull myself together for this. More words were spoken, but the Heavy Blade only caugh two words, "Cross Slash". These words had as of yet done him no good. In fact, the only purpose they had ever served was one of getting him into trouble. This instance was no different.

The first slash came in across his left shoulder attempting to cut straight through him. Centrus had managed to regain enough composure to dodge this first slash to the point that it only tore through some of his clothing, but the second slash was far better placed. His arm came up in attempt to block some of the damage. A gash now ran down his left arm, spanning from an inch dwon from the hand and running all the way up to his elbow. It wasn't as deep as it was ugly. The sooner he could stop looking at the wound the sooner he could start moving on to business.

His arm lie limp at his side as he reached for his Slayer; replacing his lost sword might be a good place to start right now. He couldn't do much in the way of offense, but the Slayer's feather like shape offered a large shield. He adopted a defensive stance for the second time this duel, doing what he could to cover for the lost limb. In time he might be able to summon the strength to life the mammoth blade, but for now he would attempt to protect himself. The tip of the blade pierced a crack in the stone slab, allowing the blade to be angled as necessary to block in coming attacks. For now, this will have to do.

SP: 30/38

Faust gritted his teeth into a smile as he looked to his now defensive foe and gripped the end of the Stun Sword and retracted it from his gut. Then with the blade in hand he cast it outside the circular stone arena into the darkness where it could no longer be seen. Faust then smiled sadistically as he began to walk towards Centrus with his innards exposed. He wanted Centrus to see what true horror was all about. Faust then lifted his arms up as he looked to Centrus with a sadistic smile and yelled out, “Repth!” As Faust did this the shadowy creatures in the audience began to get sucked towards Faust and the monsters that were being drawn in began to scream, but not in agony but in pure masochistic glee.

The flesh of the creatures began to fuse and merge with Faust’s own body and slowly as the creatures bodies disappeared; Faust’s began to heal until the gaping hole in his abdomen vanished from site. The only thing that remained was the hole in Faust’s armor. Faust smiled as he spoke to Centrus, “I promised you a successful hit, didn’t I, but I never said you would come out of the attack unscathed. I was true to my word and now I must fulfill my obligations to the creatures that adore me so.”

As Faust continued to move towards Centrus, he brought his Ensui to his lips, and began to lick the blood from the tip of the blade. Faust soon began to twirl his Ensui with his left hand, then with a quick sheathing he withdrew his Fugaku. He then smiled as he raised the sword above his head to the abysmal clouds that drifted high in the sky and yelled, “Rai Rom!” the clouds began to spark to life with thunder as a torrent of lightning in the form of a tornado began to descend upon Centrus. Faust then rushed towards Centrus after casting the spell in the hopes of catching the player off guard for a full frontal assault.

So, this has yet to go well at all. Like seriously, you are screwing this up every chance you get. You'd better pull yourself togeth... What the hell? His thoughts were interrupted by a chorus of demonic voices. The varying tones and pitches made it hard to focus. Their song pulled his thoughts away from where they should have been, and forced him to succumb to looking at what Faust was currently doing. He should be focused on keeping himself alive, not what his opponent was ranting about. Then again, Faust's current actions were interesting in their own right, and they had spurred from that "rant".

Demons in the audience were not singing for their own enjoyment. No, they were singing a song of bloodlust. This song was one of a destiny fulfilled, though the Heavy Blade was glad he did not share their fate. It seemed that Faust was using them to reconstructed his ravaged body. Not my idea of a party, but hey, I'm not a mindless zombie. Though I must say, my actions in this duel speak rather contrary to that statement. He stood, mouth gaping, as his opposition healed himself at the cost of hsi evil minions. Interesting technique. Maybe one day I can use it on Slicer. For now, I have to focus.

The Blademaster had taken his time to lick his blade clean. Each glimmering, crimson drop of the Heavy Blade's blood had disappeared into a digital abyss. It wasn't as if Centrus would miss the blood though. Should he ever begin to yearn for it, all he had to do was look around. The floor was coated with the blood that Faust had lost as a result of having been impaled through the stomach with a six foot sword. Not to mention the blood covering the discarded sword now lying in the outter circumference of the arena. The scene was gruesome, but as the Heavy Blade looked on, the Blademaster no longer showed any sign of having taken damage at all, save for a hole is his armor and blood stained legs.

This is just going from bad to worse. I can't think of too many more ways that this could turn against me. That right there was an open invitation for life to pop a squat right above him. His opponent switched swords, a movement Cent had barely noticed until the new sword was raised high and showed no blood stains. This in itself would not have been too big of a problem, if the spell that followed this motion hadn't been, you know, a spell. The Rai Rom was quickly decending, and at this point there was little the Heavy Blade could do but grin and bare it. This, this my good sir is not my idea of fun.

Momentarily after the storm hit, Centrus noticed that he wasn't hearing anything over the roar of the winds and the crackling of the plasma around him. The air was electrified in quite the literal manner, and it too was working against him. It seemed as if the whole system was working against him, but this was nothing new. The light that this spell brought with him offered him a better view of the challenger. Faust had brought his blade into an attacking position; he had decided to charge for a full frontal attack. Centrus laughed as the storm ate away at his HP. The chunk that he would be missing by the end of this spell was not nearly significant enough to concern himself with. Right now, he needed to focus on one thing.

He needed to stop the advance of that Blademaster. Faust would have a completely open shot at him if he let the Blademaster get close enough. In the means of movement open to him, there was nothing. His arm was still lying at his side motionless, though the electrical shock was bringing feeling back to it. The storm had blocked off any chance of stepping offline of the attack, and there was little he could do about that. He would be forced to rely on one of his weaknesses as a Heavy class. He needed to do something that no one should expect of a Heavy Blade. He used magic to stop the attack of a barreling attacker.

"Gan Zot!"

As the spell lept forth at his opponent, the thunderous storm ended. He lowered himself down and rolled off to his right, clearing himself of the direct line that Faust used to have on him. This would be new territory, a necessity with his health dancing dangerously close to the halfway point. Just have to stay on my toes, and keep him on his as well. The Heavy Blade refocused himself, intent on keeping one step ahead of Faust. It's his move. I just hope I am reading him right.

SP: 12/38

40sp-20sp=20sp+2sp=22sp

Faust was soon impeded by the falling debris of the crumbling stadium and Faust lost Centrus for a few short seconds behind a cloud of dust and rocks. Faust came to a halt just as a large stone came crashing down upon him. He jumped back just barely avoiding the player's attack with a few minor scraps and wounds. Faust then scanned the arena as the dust began to clear, but he only had one eye to do it with. His other eye was closed to keep a small trickling stream of blood from getting into his eye. Faust knew Centrus had only a little healthleft and that the player's best option at the moment was to avoid Faust at all costs until his sp recovered a bit more to do both a healing spell and an attack spell.

Faust smiled as the dust began to clearand he could once more see the shadow of Centrus being cast out through the disipating dust by the torches the torches that stood behind him. Faust brought his blade up to the sky once more and cast the spell, "Rai Rom!" Once more the heavens errupted with thunder and bolts of light as another electrical tornado descended upon Centrus. Faust then rushed towards the shadowy figure with his blade extended ready to strike Centrus as he was most likely distracted by the light and sound that was falling upon him.

22sp-10sp=12sp

How the hell did you cause a collapse of the ceiling with a Zot spell? You aren't even a mage class, that shouldn't be anywhere near possible. This place is messed up man. Finish this quick. The consequential dust cloud was one of grave importance. It allowed him a sight into what may be his opponent. Two shadows were cast onto the dust cloud from the opposite side of the arena. The flames flickered now and again, but they were fairly consistently cast. Centrus figured that his opponent lie in the nexus of these two shadows. He found only one main probelm with his plan. If he could figure it out, as badly as he had been screwing this up, Faust could figure it out as well.

I have two things I need to worry about then. Number one being his ability to target me, and the second being my halved health. The second one can be fixed rather easily though. Before these thoughts even passed, the healing energy had begun to work its way through his body. As it traversed his system, he felt the function return to his arm. It was a warm welcome, as he would most likely be needing it. It seemed that in the moment he had taken to heal himself, the other combatent had chosen to loose another lightning vortex. This time, Centrus was prepared.

The Heavy Blade shifted his weight forward and prepared to charge as the tornado descended. The heavens loosed a mighty roar that only served to push him further forward. The dust was settling around him, only to be kicked up a moment later by his rushing feet. He was charging head on into the face of the No Life King, Donovan Faust. If one were to ask him if he thought his plan crazy, he would have most likely responded no. Watching from an outside perspective however offered little other conclusion to draw. He had a player a level above his before him, and a whirling vortex of electrified doom coming down behind him. It all seemed quite sound in his head though. Everything he did seemed to feel rather sound now.

As his charge began he brought his blade before him in a pseudo-jousting fashion. He didn't dare raise the thing too high with the lightning dancing about. Gaint conductors and differences in electrical pressure never seemed to combine to well for the Heavy Blade. However, right now that was of little concern. Bringing the blade just an inch higher as he took his final steps toward the Blademaster, he allowed the lightning whisps to catch the end of his blade. This attempt to electrify the blade before its contact with Faust was his first true shot at offensive strategy, and he hoped that it might actually prove somewhat useful.

"Lord Donovan Faust? Meet my Slayer."

SP Count: 4/38

Faust watched in amazement as Centrus braved his storm and came speeding through the cloud of dust as Faust himself did the same. Faust smiled in sadomasochistic pleasure as he swirved to his right and narrowly dodged the gutsy attack made by Centrus as the edge of the blade gashed Faust's shoulder. Faust then rose uplike a venomous serpent on the right side of Centrus and with a quick jerk attacked with his fangs (aka his blade).

Faust then turned as Centrus passed him, not knowing if he made his mark on his foe or not. Faust waited in eager anticipation as he began to feel the blood trickle down his now limp left arm. Faust then spoke to Centrus, "Such courage and bravery is hard to come by nowadays and now that you truely wish to bring the fight, I will do what I must to be a worthy adversary! I hope you understand, I don't want you to hold back anymore either because I know you can do far far better, am I right?"

Faust's left arm was now paralyzed from the electrical counter attack that he had not forseen. He readied himself in a defensive position as he awaited Centrus's next move with eager anticipation. It was if nothing mattered to this player except the thrill of fighting. Faust to some may be nothing more than your stereotypical monster, but one must not judge a book by face value alone. Its not until you read the book and stitch together the entertwining plot that you truely can judge what or whom stands before you.

Shit, he got my arm. He just sorta snuck up on me there, didn't he? The jerk took advatage of my charge, using it as a chance to skim me with a quick strike. I barely felt the damn thing hit, but it took a chunk from me. Yeah, it was a minor chunk, but I could have dodged that if I had been more careful. The Heavy Blade was unrelenting in his self criticism. You joined this duel to push yourself to your limits, not to get your shoulder eaten by a passing blade. Blood began to trickle slowly from the cut on his shoulder, and dull pain began to spread down the length of his arm. It wouldn't be enough to stop him, probably not even enough to slow him down, but he did feel it. A quick check of his HUD threw the damage around 30 of his 230 odd health. Chump change.

Faust's vaunted thoughts on the courage and bravery of his strike did little in the means of flattery or distraction. Cent was focused in on a goal now. His mind had shifted modes from unsuspecting victim to ravenous avenger. His eyes scanned Faust up and down, taking note of the Blademaster's damage. One eye was bleeding, and a shoulder was nearly amputated. He knew that now should be the time that he charges forth, but one thing wasn't quite in place yet. Faust's blade came up in the classic one hand sword defense. Now things were in order; now he could go for the kill. Grabbing hold of his sword once more, he readied himself for another attack.

Shifting his weight forward, he dropped his arms to his right side. The blade scraped on the rock floor as he began to let his feet carry him forward. He was approaching Faust directly on his center line, allowing little movements here and there to compensate for the weight of the sword. Twenty feet remained when his blade rose above his head. The weight was incredible, but for a moment he would have no choice but to support it. Even then, he would have to do it one handed, for things were shifting. His hand was quickly in his pocket, and a scroll was removed. The blade came down to the Blademaster's left, but the Fire Tempest scroll was fired off at Faust's right. The blade wasn't really intended to hit, it was merely a feint to draw attention. With the scroll launched, the true fun could start.

He allowed the momentum of the falling blade carry him to his opponent's left. It didn't take long for the forward motion to carry him to his partner's side and shortly after fully behind him. A hiss erupted from the crowd as the Heavy Blade found himself behind his challenger. The demonic spectators are apparently not too enthralled with one of their No Life Kings being ninja'd. His blade was once more in his hands, but this time he was serious about his strike. He aimed his blade, and once more in joust style he attempted to puncture Faust's body. His blade was aimed where Faust's heart would be.

"Round Two. Here it comes again my friend."

SP Count: 6/38

Faust side-stepped and avoided the attack completely and then spoke to Centrus, "You fought well against the shadows that dwell within us and as I have failed to kill you in the time the spirits gave me. I must now take a life to make amends for my failure." Faust then drew his blade one final time as he took a single step towards Centrus. He then swung his blade which missed Centrus by an inch and then thrust the blade into himself as he yelled, "I offer myself to the shadows and the darkness of the void in this age old art of, Sepuku! He then used both hands to pull the blade across his intestines and then up the left side of his chest and severing his heart."

In his last moments he fell ontoCentrus's shoulder a bleedingmess as he uttered his last words with his final breath, "I... told... you... I was... *cough* a man of honor... I cast... myself to them out of fear of lonliness... I just didn't... want tobe alone.... so very cold... *choke* ... you should be free now from the sha...dows grasp... leave before you are taken as well... my friend......" Faust's eyes finally closed as the spirit hand of death took him away.

The creatures then enclosed Centrus taunting himand keeping him from agting out of the field as they spoke in horrific unison, "You took him away from us and so youwill take on his legacy or you will never leave this field." A spectre of Faust came behind Centrus and tapped him on the shoulder, "My friend remember this is merely a game to which we players enact our unfufilled desires, come with me and you can escape this nightmarish hacked field, but you'll lose all your data, youknow what mustbe done, I'll see you on the otherside and then when we are reborn we can journey with one another?" With that Faust was gone and the hacked creature began to encircle Centrus again.

The finality of death, his last wish. He cast himself into the shadows, a death befitting of him. It just seems so hideous to condemn yourself though. It just... It seems wrong. The thing that bothers me most though, is that it wasn't even enough to kill him. Faust's pale, translucent ghost stood behind him, beckoning him into the shadows. More of an irritant than any sort of enticement, Centrus was forced to sit there pondering his next move. Seems like an easy enough choice to me.

Fiddling about with some the menus on screen, he found the "Gate Out" option, and content with his actions he selected it. The three familiar rings had begun to descend around him, but when the first of the trio hit his waist level, they shattered and the pieces dispersed into the darkness around him. Gating out had failed, and it seemed that he was stuck here for spat, at least until he could figure out what to do next. Content to simply meditate on the option, he slid down against the wall he had been backed into. From here, he didn't have to see the angry mob above him.

The crowd's taunts and jeers called him to devour their master, to take him in and become what he once was. The thought was repulsing to the Heavy Blde, there was nothing they could do to make him commit such a heinous act. He may have not had too much of a liking for Fasut in life, but respect for the dead was a part of his code of conduct. The discarded digital body had not faded like they used to in games back in the day. It still lie there, a bloody and hideous mess sprawled out across the cold stone floor. Looking at the wounds made the Heavy Blade sick; it was not something that he was used to nor did he desire to get used to it. The blood that had poured out onto his clothing from Faust's suicide still stained his white gi. Great, I can't even get back to the root town to try to restore the damn thing.

It didn't take too long for him to hear the scratching. It was like nails being dragged against metal. It wasn't loud, he might not have noticed it if he had kept his eyes open. The problem was not that it was disrupting his meditation. The problem was that it was getting closer. It was the approach, constant and growing that worried him.

He opened his eyes to a totally different field than what he had closed them to. There were shadows on the ground that fluttered out from the shadow that the wall cast. They were almost amorphus, and they soon enough met with the form that cast them when the monsters would land on the ground. The crowd was storming the arena, for no other reason to devour their dead master. It was as if some invisible hand drove them, pushing them to eat his flesh. Centrus nearly vomitted at the sight, it was nothing easy to watch. In fact, it was becoming increasingly harder to watch as more and more beats pushed to get in for a taste of their master. It was beyond his threshold of nastiness. He had to turn away, simply overwhelmed by it all.

Suddenly, the sucking and tearing noises ceased. All was silent for a moment. The Heavy Blade turned his attention back to the body of his fallen opponent. He had expected it to be devoid of beasts, but he was wrong. He was so incredibly wrong. One of them had stopped to look at Centrus, and the rest were beginning to follow suit. Four heads turned, then five more. It wasn't long until there were at least fifty monsters eyeing him; each of their black outlined accentuated by the darkness and interrupted by their deep crimson eyes. There was no discussion, there was only a footstep in his direction.

"Oh fu..."

Before his sentence was finished, they were on him. He could see each one coming, but seemed powerless to stop them. It was as if time had sped up for them and slowed to an unbearable pace for him. Each one's smile flashed before they began to gnaw at him, tearing his gi from his torso with relative ease. He tried to swing his massive sword at them, but each one he knocked away had its spot quickly filled by a new tormentor. His health dropped quickly, and it wasn't long before he knew that he was soon to be dead.

"I... I dedicate this death to the light. The brilliance in the darkness that dispells the void with its mere presence. I... I give my light to enhance those of the rest."

With that, he vanished into the mass of monsters.
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SP: 0/38
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The Gore

So here's the deal. Looking at this duel, it is clear to most anyone that Centrus is the winner. By length and quality alone, his posts outclass Archangel's to a nearly absurd point. I've been putting off this grade for four months now, by Centrus' measure, and for his sake I am going to provide closure. I can't give a grade, because to be honest I really don't want to read through posts that would warrant a PK by normal standards. Centrus wins - Archangel, if you can convince Centrus, both of you can come to me to have me actually give a grade (I know that numbers can be important at times).