I'm sorry this is so long. I seldom have an excuse to write anymore and I tend to over embellish when I do ;_;
EDIT: @Grega: Basically you have you have to have your character perform two successful attacks on my character's, and have mine perform at least one successful counter attack.
Through the heavens came the sound of thunder, booming across the grounds and rolling across the endless hills and forests of Scotland. The sound was merely a preclude to the cacophony that was to erupt within the next hours as the dark storm clouds on the horizon quickly swept towards the hill where a lone figure stood.
The appointed day had come.
SA_Gohan looked down from his perch, his dark cape catching in an errant gust as he gazed upon the hulking stone mass that was Doranon Castle.
From this distance he could feel a tugging on his soul, the signature of the Sword of Finlay incredibly powerful despite it being encased in stone.
He started down the hill, intent upon bringing a permanent end to his quest.
After having discovered the sword many months ago he had been searching for its whereabouts non-stop, having determined that preventing the prophecy associated with the ancient relic must not come to pass.
And despite all his efforts, his best speed and intention, the universe had conspired to bring him here now, on the final possible day to prevent a disaster that could very well snuff out the existence of his thread of the multiverse.
The warrior grimaced. Fate, it seemed, would seldom favor him in his endeavors.
***
He entered the castle just as the clouds opened up overhead, sending down rain in almost blinding torrents that would drench the and eventually flood the countryside.
The door slammed shut behind him, leaving him in near darkness. The only light came from some slender set of windows high above his head, and that was none to strong from the storm.
Casually he entended his hand before him and willed a ball of energy into existence therein, giving him the illumination to see precisely where he was.
He stood in the main hall it seemed; pennants lined the stone halls, their luster faded with age, and their threads tattered from weather and insects. The remnants of what had once been a great table stretched out from where he stood almost all the way to the back wall.
The table itself had long since given into mold and dry rot, and now there was only a leg or two here, a portion of the tabletop somewhere over there.
Porcelain dishes lay scattered and broken, and utensils lay with them.
And then there were the skeletons, some propped up against walls with arrows jutting from where their chest had once been. Others were lying upon the ground, curled up in balls, or contorted in their final moments of pain filled life.
Evidently people had known of the power of the sword along time ago.
There were about a dozen doors and passage ways leading out from the main hall, but he ignored them. For it was there, a football fields length away he saw a stone cube sitting upon a raised dais. Inset in the stone was an object that glittered like the sun even in the low light.
The Sword of Finlay.
He walked amongst the scattered corpses and debris, heading straight for his goal. It seemed he had arrived just in time, no one else was here, and once he had the sword in his possession he could toss into a tiny pocket dimension and seal it away so that the prophecy would never come to pass.
Then, from far and above a lone figure sailed in through of the windows.
He somersaulted gracefully in the air and touched down just feet from the and immediately started towards the sword. He either didn't notice or didn't care about SA.
Gohan cursed and jetted forward on a comet of energy, forsaking his calm and controlled movements and cool demeanor to so that he might overtake the other person. The bringer of the prophecy.
The other figure turned towards him as he reached the weapon, a smirk on his face as he grasped the weapon by the hilt.
Still too far away SA could only manage a strangled "NO!" before the figure pulled it free and filled the room with a blinding golden light.
It was like the sun had risen in the hall when SA's vision cleared, and he could clearly see his rival, the long sword held at his side and blazing with a fire that encompassed its length.
He was dressed in a black sleeveless tee and a blue trunks. Covering most of his chest and arms were steel plates, armor that that reflected the brilliance of his weapon.
He fit the description of the man in the prophecy perfectly. The prophecy that bespoke of a man tearing asunder first this world and then all others, and destroying this version of the universe altogether.
The prophecy of a man who wielded the Sword of Finlay.
SA grimaced. "Crap."
***
He approached the man slowly now, realizing that rushing in was likely to result in a swift and utter demise.
When SA approached to within feet of the armored man he spoke. "Grega, I take it?"
"Yeah, and you would be SA_Gohan, correct?"
"Indeed."
"All these months I wondered if that stupid prophecy might actually be true and you'd turn up here to stop me. And here you are. Wow. Those ancients really new how to predict stuff."
SA hid his surprise at their being another prophecy. He'd though that there had been only one . . . but apparently the forces of evil got their own predictions as did the forces of good.
"I take it you're going to destroy all existence now?" Gohan asked.
"Yeah, but I was thinking of killing you first."
"Might I ask why?"
"What, why I'm going to kill you or why I'm destroying the universe?"
"Take your pick."
Grega inhaled deeply, as if preparing to deliver a speech he prepared and practiced just for this moment. "Well, you see, being evil and all and having just obtained absolute power my thinking is that why shouldn't I unmake the universe? I'll kill countless trillions of people, destroy billions upon billions of worlds, and piss off the whatever god or gods there are all in one moment. How the hell can I achieve any higher a goal?"
The man smirked. "And as for killing you before I get to that, well, I need someone to gloat over at least once with my absolute superiority. When the universe goes ka-put you see, there's not going to be too many people around to hear me taunt them in their non-existence."
Gohan considered telling him that the safe and smart decision would probably be too wipe the universe form existence now before someone had a chance to do something unexpected . . . like try and stop him. But then he shrugged. Why make things hard on myself.
Instead SA undid the clasp for his cloak and let the garment fall to the ground, leaving him standing there in his white gi.
"Let's get this little shin-dig started then."
***
The flaring of the sword was SA's only warning. One moment Grega was just standing in front of him with that annoyingly confident smirk plastered upon his face, and the next he was finishing a swing with his new weapon, the sword's arc taking it right through the area SA's head had just occupied.
Fast.
The smaller warrior darted backwards, and was easily pursued by Grega, who proceeded to unleash a flurry of lightning fast cuts and slashes at his foe.
Nimbly Gohan wove between the the attacks, his eyes barely able to keep up with the movement, and his body even less able to respond to them. Apparently the sword really did grant near godly levels of speed and battle prowess because SA was having an increasingly difficult time of dodging the attacks coming his way. That was something which hadn't happened for a long time.
SA leapt straight upwards, propelling himself bullet like through the air to the top of the hall, and giving himself some space. Grega looked up at him, seemingly caught by surprise by the supernatural manuever, and Gohan was ready to make him pay dearly for that reaction.
The little warrior channeled ki from his hara down his arms and into his palms which were suspended over his head. In an instant he had the energy to level a city block in hands, and he snapped his hands down and released it all at Grega. And since the energy was travelling at the speed of light, there was little time for the warrior to dodge.
The energy exploded violently upon reaching its target, and the entire castle shuddered from the incredible impact; dust was unsettled from their centuries old resting place, and from deep within the castle there was a mighty creaking.
When debris and smoke cleared SA was mildly surprised to find Grega still standing in the same place head been before, the sword held up and before him to block SA's attack. The ground around the steel clad warrior was melted to slag and smoking, and the pennants upon the walls now burning brightly, but he stood almost entirely unscathed.
And then suddenly he was gone.
Gohan blinked in surprise. The hell?!
There was a whistling in the air, the sound of something unimaginably sharp cutting through the air, and SA spun and out of habit brought up his arm to block. Bad idea.
Instead of taking of Gohan's head, Grega's sword swing collided with Gohan's arm, slicing easily through skin, and muscle, and only stopping when it came against the bone of his forearm.
A gasp of pain escaped the warrior's lips, the equivalent of what would have been a scream of agony for other men and desperately he lashed out at his attacker with a kick. It didn't hit him, but it forced Grega back. The steel of the sword grinding against his bone as it departed almost brought to tears to SA's eyes.
He teleported backwards, nursing his now useless arm to his side. Blood ran in long rivulets down his arm and he couldn't move his fingers.
biting back the urge to scream in pain, the man ran through the mental exercises that would dull pain and allow his body to begin the healing process.
It took him all of two seconds to do that and when he was done, he simply looked at his opponent. The anger at his injury, the hatred of the evil that pervaded his opponent was all there within him, but deeply buried under a carefully constructed wall of self control. An outward show of emotions during battle would definitely result in an unfavorable outcome, (that being death).
Grega merely smirked under Sa's gaze. "Come now good man, I thought you'd give me more of a challenge than that, you being in my prophecy and all. At least try and give me some entertainment for another five minutes."
SA gave him a bland look. "Your sword is proving most troublesome. Because of that I will give you my special performance . . . I'm terribly sorry but you will not live past five minutes."
Gohan then brought up his right arm, hand open, and as he did so his gi wavered in color, drifting from white to gray, and then to a black so deep that it seemed to absorb the very light around him.
"Oh Nilliu, harken into my mantel and lend me thy strength, so that I might slay the foe before me."
Darkness seemed to slither down Gohan's arm and stretch into the air before. It curled between his fingers, then spread from him for four feet before it seemed to peel back in upon itself, revealing the slender katana contained within it.
"You didn't really need that little "harken onto me" part to bring out your sword, did you?" Grega smirked.
Gohan shrugged. "No, but it tends to cause my opponents to lose control of their bowels upon hearing it."
"I'm so sorry to disappoint you."
"Don't worry about it. There's another way my sword loosens one's bowels." Then two warriors jetted towards each other, smiles on their faces, and killing intent in their eyes.
