When Blood Spills {Vlad}

[Dylan]

The dark castle like building had been one of the biggest in South Meredia. Dylan (die-lan) had come here a few times, practicing with the various toys in the building. There were many rooms within, torches lining the wall for light sight. Those long delicate fingers trailed over the stone wall. Both arms out to her side, bare feet, bottoms dirty, sliding through the dirt floor as she made her way down the long narrow hallway.

Humming her melodies of irreplaceable time, and something about how good it felt to bathe in a pool of blood. Her sweet sing song voice protruding throughout the hall, no one had stirred about. This was a welcoming building for Meredian's.

"When I whisper in the darkness,
Can you hear me when I call,
This fighting pain inside me,
I can't seem to let it fall."

So soft and gentle, shaky with nervous intent. Slender form based within a slashed black dress. It wasn't dirty, but wavering around her form as the soft breeze flowed through the tearings when she frolicked about the kingdom. A long V neck slit running down her front and back, legs playing peek - a- boo as she walked.

The wooden door at the end had been cracked a bit, the large room visible now as her soft hands pushed the heavy door open. Her long flowing black shimmering hair had rustled against her back. Often it tickled, but she didn't let it bother her.

The light had been very vibrant for such a place. A wide space with different varieties of weaponry. Her eyes had slithered over to the sparring tools. Long slender poles of a sort with pointy tips. Great for fishing, great for killing. Tonight she would play and enjoy her time here. Having someone else come along would be even more fun.

Her hands lifted one of the poles from it's rightful holding place, letting it cross her width before moving away from the wall and twirling it about. Letting it crash through the wind and plummet toward the earths floor. How very nice. A half grin dancing joyfully over those lips.

[Vladimir]

Vladimir walked through the halls of the armory, he came here every now and then. It was the one place he fit in, the owner didn't care if he used his power here, it was nice. When he came here he practiced with different weapons and every now and then made weapons because he was bored.

As he walked down the hall he let his power wonder, turning the flames of the torches black as he passed them, as he came close to a training room he saw a pole plummet to the ground. Some one was in the room, this would be fun he thought. He focused and turned the torches in the room the person was in black as he walked in and used his power to pull the pole she had tossed to his hand. He smirked as if to say Ready when you are

[Dylan]

Dylan looked over to her left as her form was hunched over. The point inward the grounds print when a sudden transfer of weight had been shifted in the room. The torches flame no longer firey reds and yellows and blues, but dark. Black. A dark form there in her wake as a joyous grin crossed her lips.

Dylan raised her body slowly, bare feet steppng back as the man had took hold of the pole. She twiddled her own now, side stepping and keeping an eye on him.

Sweeping the tip acoss the floor after lowering it, she lunged forward, her own stick meeting his and causing a clash of the wood.

"Nice to see that other's enjoy sparring."

She snickered mischieviously and kept her stance.







Edited

[Vladimir]

"I personal enjoy fighting in general, not just sparing." Vladimir says as he pull the other poles to him and have them float around them, he then adds "I never was one for fighting, or sparring, fair though."

He then says "i'll be nice though, and let you have the first attack."

He wasn't lieing, he never did fight fair, he would fight with the odds against him or for him, but as for a even fight he never did fight, cause he could always tip the odds in his favor. He could bring the fight to the air, which would put the odds of him wining close to 100%. If they were in doors he could bring the building down. He always had a way to get a advantage.

((sorry, it will not happen again))

[Dylan]

"I personal enjoy fighting in general, not just sparing."

Vladimir stated as his manipulative power had pulled some other poles toward him. Letting them float around before speaking once more. All Dylan could do was grin and bear it. She had some tricks up her sleave as well, so it wasn't a big thing to her.

"I never was one for fighting, or sparring, fair though. i'll be nice though, and let you have the first attack."

Dylan tipped her head to the side, she was an oddball yes, but to know that his blood would spill was a sweet reward for tampering with fire. So he had asked for the defense side of things? Fair was fair, and Dylan wasn't one to back down.

"And you will succumb to my need of making you bleed."

She stated lowly, calm, menacing tone almost sad. So many different ways about her. The stick had swung around her body, making it's way to the front of her form. The tip of the stick had been so close to her face, and with Vlad only a short distance away, she blew against the tip of the stick, flames igniting over the wood, coring it's self to act as a poker.

The stick swung proudly halfway cutting through the air, lunging towards him as she let her hand fly flat out and make ice on the ground where he stood. Spreading around him like a plague.

He'd slip? Burn? It was a chance, but fun in her mind.


(I would have posted sooner but we had some board glitches due to PB updates)

[Vladimir]

Vladimir saw the fire, so she had powers, he moved the poles in the air to trap the flaming one in a tight grip, he felt the ice under his feet at about the same time he decided to do what he had just done, he slipped, but he caught him self by lifting himself into the air.

"looks like this will be a fun fight." Vladimir said as he smirked as he flew back quickly after he released her pole from the others he had tightened around it and made the poles that were holding it turn to her and fly toward her; they have caught on fire from holding her pole.

He was curious of her power, she commanded two elements that were opposite of each other. this perked his curiosity, but regardless of it his curiosity could not even come close to his will to win. He was not going to take even a split second to ask because if he did he may let down his guard.

[Dylan]

Dylan smirked when the man took a tumble. Such a predictable move. Then the poles hovered, breaking in her direction only the flames had turned them to mere ashe as if they had been laying in a burning fireplace. Her own poll fell, the torches along the wall had shifted it's color while he laid on his back in mid air..

"looks like this will be a fun fight."

Dylan quirked a brow as she made her way slowly over towards him. Her arms outstretched, palms up as she made the room a little darker then before. Surrounding dark shadows engulfing the room as her eyes pooled black. Small flicks of fire had crackled around the torches and small orbs of fire had formed, making their way toward her welcoming hands.

"Yes, this is going to be fun."

She smirked back with her retort, letting the fireballs linger about her form before waking in her hand. The hideous dress trapsing across the ground before she stopped a mere foot away from him.

"Medium well might be just what I need."

Stating hungrily at the idea of his cooking flesh. Perhaps a nice meal was what she needed. Eating him would be the highlight of her day. Although killing him was fun also. Her right hand pushed forward as she sent two fireballs in his direction, the left hand moving forward as well to catch the opposing side.