( Done and just call me Chaos....
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Alright here goes nothing *crosses fingers*
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It's cold tonight."
Chaos thought by himself as he stood in an alley watching the local kids play basketball. Everywhere he looked, nothing but rubble and old newspapers. The kids made the evening a little livelier, their friendly taunts breaking the silence that otherwise haunted the court.
"I wonder what will happen tonight."
Chaos looked up and admired the stars, for they had a freedom like none he could dream of. He sighed deep, when suddenly a cold shiver shot down his spine. He turned towards the basketball court, where he noticed all the wisecracking children being completely silent. For a moment there, he caught a glimpse of a taller man, an adult, on the far end of the court. The man was dressed in a peculiar outfit, a green gi which contrasted with the moonlight and the grey court. The man raised his face and looked straight at Chaos, not saying a word. Then, he raised his arm and pointed towards the next alley. All of the kids were terrified and ran, leaving just Chaos and the unknown man on the court. Now the only sound that could be heard was the kids' basketball, bouncing, gradually bouncing lower and lower until it stopped and rolled against the wall. Chaos stepped out of the alley. The first thing he did was size up this man.
"Weird outfit" ,Chaos said "
You a boyscout?"
"Very funny" , the man replied,
"I am Vaelaar, and I have come to test your skills."
"Is that so? Well then, I don't want to keep you waiting."
Chaos ran towards Vaelaar, drawing back his arm to power the upcoming punch.
*SHWOOSH*
The air seemed to tear a little as Chaos threw his punch. As he looked up, he saw that hit nothing but bricks and concrete. He pulled back his arm and the wall crumbled a bit more.
"You will have to do better then that."
Chaos turned and saw Vaelaar behind him, laughing silently at Chaos' first attempt to hit him. Vaelaar stopped smiling and reached for one of the two scimitars on his back, which Chaos only just noticed.
"Damnit...if I get hit by one of those, I'm done for. And my dagger is not nearly powerful enough to stop a sword. I guess I just have to be faster then him, if I want a chance at winning this."
Before Vaelaar's eyes, Chaos seemed to disappear into thin air, only to re-appear to Vaelaar's right a fraction of a second later. Chaos threw a kick toward his opponent's knee in an attempt to reduce his mobility. Vaelaar raised his leg and blocked the incoming attack with the bottom of his foot, nullifying Chaos' attack. In response, Chaos used his speed to jump onto a brick wall, connecting two buildings, like a fence. He went into a squatting pose and spoke.
"So....it seems you are pretty fast. But I haven't shown you the last of my tricks yet either."
Chaos jumped off the wall, disappearing in midair, and re-appearing approximately 20 ft before Vaelaar. He seemingly leapt towards Vaelaar, unsheathing his dagger in mid-air. The next moment, the two men are standing in front of each other, no further then a foot from each other, as Vaelaar let out a grunt.
"Ugh..."
In his right shoulder was Chaos' dagger, stabbed all the way in towards the hilt. Vaelaar used his left arm to pull out the dagger and threw it to the side of the basketball court.
"AAAARRGH!"
"Not bad, it seems you *are* a bit more then talk"
Chaos jumped backwards, in an attempt to clear some distance between him and his opponent, but as he jumped up, Vaelaar used his injured right arm to grab Chaos by the ankle, and swung him around as if he weighed nothing. Then as Vaelaar built up speed, he released Chaos. Chaos flew through the air and didn't come to a stop until he was thrown through three walls.
"Ow, damnit., he moaned,
"That guy packs a punch..."
Chaos got up from the rubble that was left behind by the three now destroyed walls, and pulled himself together as he stumbled back towards the court. There he saw Vaelaar, who was breathing heavily.
"The combination of my attack and his counterattack seemed to wore him down a bit....but that goes for me too."
Chaos took a look at his right leg, his pants were torn and blood came seeping through. In an attempt to cover up his pain, Chaos wiped the blood off with his already bandaged right arm.
"What if I....yes....I have to try..."
Chaos threw himself at Vaelaar, whose left arm smoothly unsheathed one of the scimitars on his back. As Chaos drew closed, Vaelaar pulled back his arm.
"I don't think I have enough strength to pull off the entire attack...but I can at least hit him...."
Vaelaar swung his sword as Chaos came into striking distance. Then, Chaos disappeared and for a moment there, the silence in the alley returned.
*SWOOSH*
As Vaelaar's strike missed, Chaos re-appeared, squatting right before Vaelaar. He jumped up and pulled off his Force Strike attack......or at least to the fullest of it's strength in Chaos' current state.
The uppercut hit Vaelaar in the jaw, making a very distinctive *KRRG* sound. Vaelaar stumbled backwards and grabbed his jaw. Chaos sat down, breathing as if he had just smoked a whole pack of cigarrettes in 10 minutes. The deep huffs and puffs were only overshadowed by the loud scream of Vaelaar, as he brutally put his jaw back in it's original position.
"This is not over...." , Chaos thought,
".....far from over..."