Metal_Sabre grumbles something about always having to be the one to make the first strike, smiling a bit.
Metal_Sabre looks carefully at the ageless, fairly tall, muscular, obsidian-skinned, blood filled-eyed, pointy-eared, blood-streaked white-haired, strong-armed, strong-legged, demonic, male elf who calls himself Cell.
Cell is wearing a black, taloned gauntlet on his lefthand.
Cell is wearing a black, taloned gauntlet on his righthand.
Cell is wielding a black, raven-emblazoned shield in his left hand.
Cell is wearing a black, dragonscale scabbard on his waist.
Cell is wielding a raven, rune-bladed sword in his right hand.
Cell is wearing a black, dragonscale breastplate on his body.
Cell is wearing a black, dragonscale boots on his feet.
Cell is wearing a black, dragonscale leggings on his legs.
Cell is wearing a black, raven-feathered cloak on his neck.
Cell is wearing a black, dragon-faced helm on his head.
Metal_Sabre wields a shinning, razor-sharp longsword in his right hand.
Metal_Sabre assumes his fighting stance, his left arm forward, and his right arm holding his longsword back, the point aiming directly at Cell. Metal_Sabre edges forward, his eyes looking for an opening. As he reaches melee range, he suddenly shoots his blade forward, like a cobra on the attack. The point of the longsword speeds toward Cell's neck with amazing speed, hoping to seperate the demon's head from his shoulders.
Cell chuckles holding the dull scorched black shieled in his left hand. The raven emblasoned upon the shield shimmers with a black aur that cascades out. The demon anticipated such an attack from the Azure Knight. Rather than drawing his sword Cell black taloned hand reaches up to catch the thrust before Sabre's sword bites his flesh between where his helm and breastpiece join together, black metal scrapes upon the sword of Sabre's black iron clad fingers wrap themselves around the razor sharp edge quickly stopping the thrust, but not quick enough as black blood begins to creep its way down the Knights blade. With a loud growl of pure annoyance he shoves the blade away. Quickly his arm drops down finding the firm and familiar black hilt of Raven Claw, his black feathered cloak whips out behind him from his sudden actions. Cell steps forward with his right foot bringing his shield up in front of his body the shoving out wards in attempt to knock the other off balance. In one fluid movment his black longsword scrapes free of its scabbard sending a shower of blue black sparks cascading to the ground. Using the sword draw technique as an attack the blade flashes into view in an upward diagnal strike from left to right accrossed the armoured knights chest in hopes of piercing through his oponents armour and cut the other in two.
Metal_Sabre stutter steps backward a few steps, noticing Cell's blade being released. He quickly places his right foot behind his left and pivots clockwise to the left as he drops downward. The pivot moves him out of the way of the rune-bladed sword in the nick of time, as he hears the weapon slice through the wind by his ear. He pivots his feet again, spinning clockwise once more, until he is positioned with his back towards Cell's right side, which is exposed from the upward attack the demon had previously performed with his sword. Metal_Sabre spins the blade around so that the blade is in his grip upside down; an impressive feat, considering the size of the blade. He swings his right arm backward in a horizontal attack, attempting to stab his sword into the arm pit of Cell.
Cell howls completely enraged at his next to impossible miss, unused to his blade missing its mark, his arm turns slightly bending at the elbow using years of practice and training, relaxing his grip just enough so that the hilt will roll over the the back of his gauntlet deft adept hands masterfully change the blades positiont and course as he parries Sabre's next move, black liquid oozes down the front of his armour. Planting his boot firmly upon the ball of his right heel Cell spins like a top, his shield flashes out towards the Knight barely missing the others jaw, quickly followed by Cell's blade, crimson runes burst into life traversing up the blade again and again, a black aura spread over the entire length, with a loud laugh he watches his blade tear through the air, aimed with an unerring acuracy in between helm and breastplate towards the front of his throat. If the slash connects, it could be all over and ver messy. The demon brings his shield back up in front of his body using it to defend himself should the Knight try another attack like the one before.
Metal_Sabre completes the rotation of his second spin, only to be met by the glowing blade attempting to decapitate him. The Azure Knight frowns a bit, knowing his next course of action will not be one to put him in an advantageous position in the duel. He jerks his weight backward with all his might, kicking his own legs out from under him. He falls straight to the ground, but not before the sword connects with his azure chest piece, creating a somewhat prominent blemish in the armor. Metal_Sabre lets out a small grunt as he hits the ground flat, but almost immediately returns to the offensive. The lower part of his legs straddle Cell's own lower appendages, and with a twist of his hips clockwise he swings his left leg hard toward the back of the demon's knees, attempting to trip Cell.
Cell feels Sabre's legs wrap themselves about his own. Tripping him he turns and twists his body so that he falls towards the left side of the Azure Knight. The demons blade still glowling drops now towards Sabre's belly with the full weight of Cell behind it, his left hand letting go of his shield the dull black mets clangs upon the ground. Just then a light breeze stirrs sending little ripples accrossed the top of the pond, its crystal clear water lapping upon the tiny shore. Just before Cells blade impacts upon the Azure Knights midsections its black blade erupts in a black wave of fire its black tendrils lick and burn the skin exposed slin in the crevices of his armour scorching the already black armour. The sickening smell of burning flesh permeats the air and assails your nose.
Metal_Sabre flips his longsword around back to an upright position, and places the blade in front of his chest. He places his left forearm on the flat of the blade, and his muscles tighten as the black blade comes crashing down on the blade, hard. The Azure Knight grits his teeth, unsure of if his sword can indeed withstand the magical blade's attack. To his delight the blade holds, and he thanks its creator for adding the certain magical properties the longsword holds that make it so strong. He pushes up on his sword in order to safely distance himself from the firey weapon, while simultaneously performing a picture perfect kip up to his feet. He quickly spins around so that he is facing Cell, giving the demon an odd look as he watches the flames burning.
Cell steps away from Metal_Sabre looking the Azure Knight over speculativly, the demon sheaths his sword, blisters bubble and pop, his charred skins flakes off leaving perfect new flesh behind.
Metal_Sabre says [to Cell] : Quite an interesting little trick. I appreciate taking the time to spar with me, Cell.
Cell says [to Metal_Sabre] : Heh it works. Thank you for giving me the chance to duel you.
Metal_Sabre says [to Cell] : Anytime.
Metal_Sabre nods to Cell.