This is my stomping ground now (David)

[Jack]

OOC: As always all are welcome to join. This this is intended for Jack and David so be mindful thank you.


IC:

Prologue
skip to post 2 for the start this is just a filler

It had been some months since he had seen sun light again. He had gone off to fight some rival gang that was threatening the safety of the church and their community. Jack was leading the raid on a complex which was the refuge of a hostile gang which dealt in illicit drugs. They had attacked several members wounding them and killing another. Eventually the gang members were either killed or driven off, however Jack lay there dying. He drifted in and out of consciousness, slowly his world began to morph into both a dream and reality. All the work that the priest had done to help split his mind and bring him back to the real world had been undone by another near death experience.

Not long after he was brought back to the church did he have to be restrained due to violent fits. His fever raged for a good week before lowering, but while he woke he was too weak to rise. The bullet had splintered inside his as it had already traveled through a wall or similar hard object. The fragments were making him sick, but eventually as time passed he was again healthy enough to talk.

Having already sustained several serious injuries post recovery, the shock to his immune system had made him too ill to receive the treatment for his illness. His skin began to burn, almost flake off once again. It was as if the gods were punishing him for all his sins, even moment he was awake was agony, every moment he was asleep was a horrible nightmare. He had hot flushes regularly, but they quickly became chills.

The next time he woke up he was in a strange place, he knew it wasn't the church even though it could have passed to be underground. It smelled differently and the familiar sounds were no where. He tried to sit up but found himself restrained, too weak to break free he waited patiently.

A woman came for him, to feed him, and clean him daily. She never spoke and even if he wanted to stop her, he couldn't for he was too weak. The familiar voices came back to him from time to time, taunting him. There were even new ones, ones that he hadn't heard before. Or was it that it simply had been too long.

Within a week, a man came to see him. Every day, took his temperature, checked his blood pressure, heart beat and flashed lights into his eyes. While he was growing paranoid that he was in same science lab, he was too weak to do anything. Everyday after the man had first visited him to check his vitals, Jack had been given an injection, he couldn't see it but he felt it. Once he caught a glimpse of what it looked like, it was a thick looking black liquid. From that day on he had a fever for the next few hours, and when they injected it into him he suddenly got very angry, very hostile toward them.

Over time he began to build a tolerance, not having as bad fevers or fits of rage. By what must have been his first month, he was allowed out of his restraints. He felt like choking the woman and raping her the second he was let out. There was nothing he wanted more in the world than to take her body and make her scream as he violated her. But he fought the urges, instead he yelled at her when ever she got to close. It oddly enough turned into this love hate symbiotic relationship. He hated everything about her, even got physically violent sometimes, but he ultimately needed her, for if she didn't care for him, he would go insane. He was trapped in the small room day in day out.

He remembered something his master had once told him about his transformation the day he had ceased to exist as a human and became a mindless animal. He was a child and his father had his doctors inject him with some sinister bio-chemical substance. From that day on he was no longer normal.

Eventually Jack was allowed out of his cell, into an area to eat first and then a room where he could run. He was very weak at first but gradually his strength returned, slowly at first and then very rapidly. He felt stronger than he had in the passed but mentally he was a split individual. Calm and collected on the outside but on the inside he was a shattered individual. Skip forward a few months and he woke up in a strange yet familiar world.

They had been somehow related to his master, even to this day, he was still being watched and guarded by him. Despite the overwhelming feelings of joy he was experiencing there was always a flip side to his emotions.

Jack was was gradually loosing himself in a world of black, it was as if the black liquid that surged through his veins was swallowing him up. Engulfing him in a world of hostility and despair. At first his reactions to his new world was unpredictable in the first few days he killed on sight, his black outs of rage were more frequent then when he was out on missions for the church.

Describing him as a wild animal that was attacking out of fear of it's new environment was the best way to describe his attitude. Once again he found himself struggling even to find the will to live but on the flip side wanting nothing more than wanting to live. It was as if the medicine that had been given to him, was augmenting his instincts. The training he had undergone from mid high school to most recently with the priest who had saved his life. Was all so he could learn to suppress himself to stay sharp and alert until he was needed.

An emotional sheath was the best way to describe Jack's training. There was a solid wall between his inner self, outer self and subsequently what the world saw of him. It had been a frightful time in his life, hallucinations were not uncommon but he was beginning to be able to differentiate between what was real and what was not. Despite that, he sometimes found himself back in New York, his back against the wall, fighting for his life in a war which had changed him.

OOC: Well that's my prologue for my absence, Jack nearly died again, had another psychological relapse. No longer is associated with the little church group I was building up on. Has been given treatment for some unknown disease which was basically making his skin flake off, it gives him the appearance of having large burns all over his body. His mental state is now quite unpredictable I'm not sure how to role play it but yeah.

[Jack]

He found himself walking through an unfamiliar and foreign territory. More so out of habit than faith he found himself giving a little prayer of thanks for the cloudy day. While his skin was certainly recovered it's strength and integrity, it had lost that healthy olive colour it once had. Now more pink than white, in fact he resembled a burn victim. His whole body form head to toe were covered in fresh linen bandages, over which he wore his clothes.

When he left the care of those people, the last thing he remembered was being given his daily dosage. The next minute he woke up in the middle of the city with a letter and a few carton of cigarettes.

The letter gave him some information on some places he could find a bar or shelter, for the night. He made his way to a little establishment which had survived by keeping the right clientele. Certain people were made happy, all the better. He heard stories about the Dragons, Crows, Barkers forces. Enough to know where he would make his first appearance. The establishment of Dragons and Leon Sudeki covered over 7 years for him. Yes, Jack having been granted his title of Dragon by one of the strongest fighters this world has seen would surely allow him at the vest least more information.

It was clear to himself that he was weak, and the weak were never Dragons for long. Keeping himself alert his eyes scanned the area as he crossed the road into what was now officially Dragon territory. Behind him were Barker territory, in front was Dragon, close by were Crow and so on, so forth.

[David B.]

He closed his eyes, breathing the fresh clear air as it ran through his hair and over his face, calming him. He was hundreds of feet in the air, looking like nothing more than a bird to an individual looking up. He spun in the air slowly, doing a little loop as he reopened his eyes before returning them to the ground. Right- patrol. It just so happened he had kept to the southern tip of Dragon territory, eyeing the people walking along its border. At one of the ungaurded intervals, he happened to notice a man stepping across the line.

A man he did not recognize.

He rocketed toward the ground, slamming into the concrete thirty feet in front of Jack, cracks splintering along the earth as dust rose and blew into the wind. His blades were at his side, the sash on his shoulder being black. Written on it, in Dark blue, was a single word: STORM. He spoke from the cover of the dust.

"Welcome to Dragon Territory. What is your business here, if you don't mind me asking?"

The "asking" part was a courtesy. The man would answer, or turn around.

[Jack]

Jack stopped as soon as the man came into his sight. He slammed into the ground causing debris and dust to rise into the air. A welcome party so soon, how kind

"Welcome to Dragon Territory. What is your business here, if you don't mind me asking?"

"The pleasure is all mine. Leon Sudeki. It's usually considered good manners to announce yourself."

The male let a smirk escape him. While he wore his trench coat and usual attire the only clean thing about him was his bandages the rest of his clothing was dirtied from travel.

By his hip he had his blade and in his pocket he had bee stinger.

[David B.]

David cocked an eyebrow.

"Leon...?"

He stepped out of the smoke.

"Not quite."

His Hair was tossled by a light breeze as he looked the man over. Bandages, weapons. What the fuck was with all the creepy ass people crawling out of the woodworks? First that pale vixen from the other day (whose air of superiority and pompusness made him want to flip a desk), and now this mummied newcomer.

"Generally, when entering occupied territory in a war, its courteus to go through the border gaurd so we can register you. But I'll take the first step- David Blaze, Storm Dragon. You are...?"

[Jack]

"Leon...?"

"I assume you know him, this being Dragon territory and all"

The male called back, his thick colonial accent carrying itself across the road to the man who blocked his path. Jack was careful, with how he moved, he was a quick man, not many could best him for speed, but he still would struggle to out run a bullet. Well, just maybe he'd find a way but he didn't want it to be today. He pulled the cigarette out from a convenient fold in his bandages. Finding his lighter he too lit up, taking a long hard drag, enjoying the way the smoke filled his lungs.

"Generally, when entering occupied territory in a war, its courteus to go through the border gaurd so we can register you. But I'll take the first step- David Blaze, Storm Dragon. You are...?"

"Well David Blaze, Storm Dragon! A Dragon goes where he pleases, borders mean nothing, they are lines drawn up by the weak to make themselves sleep easier. As for a war, hah, this is a fucking picnic! Haha a little apocalypse here and there never made the world a dull place!" The taller male spat in between breaths and drags. "Jack O'Connor, Sonic Dragon at your service."

[David B.]

He said nothing to the mans retort regarding Leon. David had offered the name in question, as he wasn't sure why the man had spoken his name at a random interval. He assumed he had thought David was Leon, but he supposed now that such was not the case.

As for armies and borders?

"That way of thinking is not only illogical, it's a birther for chaos movements. Just because man makes borders, doesn't mean it's weak. That thought process ends in redundant self destruction. Borders are a means of control, of order. It has nothing to do with strength. As for your claim of being a Dragon...."

He would flex his hands, clenching and unclenching them.

"Who named you? One of the false ones? Gabriel, maybe? Mathew Ghallagher? Kuz if you were slipped your title by one of them, I have some bad news for you."

He looked the man up and down.

"Though if Amtrum or Leon named you...well, I suppose i'd need to test that claim."

[Jack]

OOC: >.> Hmmm It seems you miss-understood the line, Leon Sudeki is what brings Jack into Dragon Territory.

IC:

Jack listened to the mans words, a tinge of annoyance flared up within him his title felt as hollow as his skull did at times. Sure he didn't get his title by those men, but it might have been. The Dragons of old all earned their titles through conquest nothing was 'given' all was taken.

"Oh? Is that a little animosity I hear about the name of Gabriel Seran?" Jack yelled "Did he fuck your girlfriend also?"Jack chuckled at his taunt, truly he thought himself funny.

"Though if Amtrum or Leon named you...well, I suppose i'd need to test that claim."

"Aye It was Leon who acknowledged my title as Dragon, well then, it's fucking freezing out here so lets get to it then." Jack flicked his cigarette away and slid off his back pack. Starring at the male across from him.

[David B.]

David stared blankly.

"What?"

He wouldn't respond any further to Jacks pun regarding Gabriel. Hell, he wasn't even sure he knew what the guy was talking about. Unless Gabriel happened to fuck Jacks girlfriend, in which case, David felt bad for the guy. Gabriel was a man who desired nothing but ownership over others, and they had fought too many times to count. Of course, their relationship reminded David of Yusuke vs Kuwabara from an anime "yuyu hakusho", with David being Yusuke and Gabe being the always defeated Kuwabara.

As Jack stated that Leon named him and would love to get started, David smirked and waved Jack forward.

"Ladies first."

[Jack]

"Ladies first."

The darkness within him began to bubble, it was a thick liquid and it slowed the flow of his blood. It had thickened his blood enough to slow circulation but not enough to every be a concern for clogging. He felt stronger with it, as if his body had more potential. The demon within him wanted to come out, he could feel his internal psychological cage, the prison he had constructed to keep himself, his true self from every coming out.

Hallucination- external time lapse a few seconds, internal considerably long

A few scattered snowflakes were falling as they made their slow descent, dancing on the gusty wind. One followed this sort of pattern down, drifting further and further away. Suddenly he too was falling, into a deep dark hole which emerged from beneath him swallowing him up. What could only have been half a heart beat he was in total and utter darkness. The sound of deep breathing of something, some unknown creature could be heard. As flash of fear gripped him and he decided to run, just toward the darkness. He didn't know where he was running or why, only that he felt compelled to, that if he ran fast enough for long enough he would be safe. His dark world gradually got lighter, it was warm light, like that of a fire. It wasn't a fire he had ever seen, it didn't feel like the sun's warmth or that from his fire place but it was better than the darkness. Better than what ever was behind him, breathing heavily.

It was as if he had stepped into this new, strange world only that it wasn't so new and it wasn't so strange. He was back in New York, or at least half of what he saw was New York the other was California. It was this warped world, something you'd see out of a sifi film, the world was bent out of shape like it was being sucked in by the black hole which he had just come out of.

The cities were on fire, at in front of him, the screams of people were being drowned out by the sounds of sirens blaring. Those "snow flakes" he seen earlier continued to fall around him, it was summer in the world around him but it was still snowing. Yet as they touched him they turned to ash. "Ash from the burning world" he spoke out loud as he looked around, turning one eighty degrees the darkness he had come from was gone, now it was up in the sky like a black moon, and the world was being warped around it.

When he turned back around all he saw was a pile of dead bodies stuck together by spears, and in front was a smaller pile of their heads, at the top one was that of Kevala and a baby boy. The boy that was promised to him, his son which was denied of him. The breathing increased gradually in sound, his heart beat matching it beat for beat. He couldn't hear anything anymore, he fell to his knees blocking his ears and screamed. He couldn't even hear himself yell that's how loud it was. Digging his nails into the back of his skull Jack began to cry.

"I can make the pain go away Jack, I can give you everything you ever wanted" he continued to weep his body feeling numb. "YES!" and the hatred consumed him. Slowly the world turned dark again, a roar of a beast could be heard, the buildings of New York collapsed in front of him, He could see the city burn. A demon of fire like that of the Balrog from the Lord of the Rings was climbing the buildings. Toward him, the world had been warped so that the cities were above him, but this demon was getting closer. Eventually as the world grew darker and darker, the only light that burned was this demon, as his hand was outstretched to him about to grab him his world went pitch black.

No light could be seen but it was hot, sweat dripped from his body. Red dots floated at head height. Eventually he stood face to face with himself, all the same but the injuries were gone and his eyes glowed red. "You are weak" he said to himself as he was stabbed through the chest with a blade. Jack's eyes widened as he felt the pain of the blade drive deeper and deeper into his chest eventually piercing his heart, but blood didn't come out now a black goo oozed out from him. His other self left him there and walked off laughing. "Free yourself" he called before vanishing into the darkness. Jack now on his knees the black goo oozing from the hole in his chest, theses black boils appearing all of his skin. Jack reached up to touch the back of his skull, his skin was split, before long he was ripping flesh from bone, and his world went cold. Am I dead? he thought .... No ...

present

Storms began to pick up around the neighborhood, lightning could be seen off in the distance. The very light of the world seemed to be distinguished right before their eyes as the moon slowly began to creep in from the horizon. Edging itself slowly in front of the sun. The demon trashed against hr cage with every passing moment, the suspense was killing him, it was rattling and banging. Screaming to get out like an monkey going wild! It wanted out, all it wanted was to be free of the shackles which had bound it for so long, for five longs year it had never seen the light of day. Eventually the moon fully covered the sun, bringing darkness to all. But even in that darkness there was still a light, lightning! The Storm began to rage around him, his inner monster feeding off the surroundings, his eyes for the briefest moments glowed red. It was physically impossible but he felt it, and David saw it.

When two warriors met, they could see what others could not. The next time the lightning flashed Jack was no longer in the position he had previously been in. Having already made a sprint for the man called David Blaze. He rose his right fist to his cheek bone and charged forward at near his full speed, he lunged out when he was within range aiming to slam his right fist straight into the gut of David Blaze. Lightning flashed again, as Jack had lunged forward allowing Jack to again see where David was and whether or not he would have stayed in the same place.

OOC: Long winded for just a small piece but it's critical to what I have plan.

[David B.]

David watched the transformation around him, a small frown coming to his lips. Jack's eyes seem shadowed as he wrestled with some inner conflict. His eyes widened slightly at the red glow behind the mans pupils, as though he were... large. Bigger inside than out. Not since he had fought with the Dragons years ago had he seen the prowess. A feeling fluttered in his stomach, a twinge of...what was this? Excitement? Exhilaration? And then Jack was gone, vanishing in the flash of light burning into the darkness. The fist struck home, shredding through his shirt and blasting the wind from his stomach, lifting him off the ground.

He flew thirty feet, smashing through a lone pillar that held what was left of a small corner of a building, causing the rubble to collapse onto him, a large slate of in burying him beneath it.

Time froze, for him.

The Call

He sat in the dark, leaning against a white marble wall that stood alone in the dark, running forever. His eyes blasted open, and he stared into the shadow around him, blacker than night. His head turned, looking up at the smooth stone curiously. Beside him, a gate, and what seemed to be a large, snoring animal. He stood, feeling lighter than air, as he walked over to the door and ripped open the gates. The snoring ceased, the sound of rustling and creaking of old bones. A deep voice spoke from the dark.

"Why did you leave me?"

David stared, trying his best to see, but there was nothing. Just a shade. He spoke, his voice seeming to echo.

"I don't....who are you?"

The earth shook as something seemed to stand.

"Who am I? Who are YOU? Certainly not the same being I have waited so long for, tucked away in this prison like some unruly beast."

David stood, rooted in place.

"I...don't know what you mean."

"Don't you? All your life I have grown with you, yet one man was able to push me back behind closed doors. Behind a wall of self-doubt."

David's lowered his head, realization washing over him like cold water.

"What...do you want from me."

He took a step back, face turned upward in awe as the creature lit aflame. A phoenix, Blue in color, made of fire, a hundred feet tall, ten thousand pounds, eyes screaming as it lit the dark.

"I am the Storm, the fight you have forgotten! And i want FREEDOM!"

It opened it's mouth wide and shot down, swallowing him whole.

The Moment Undone (Present)

David stood, lifting the large slab that had fallen on him from the right with a single arm at an angle, breathing heavily, the hole in the front of his shirt leaving tatters to just hang. His teeth were bared, and the shade of phoenix wings would seem to resonate off his back, his eyes glowing blue, if only for an instant. He threw the rubble aside, the giant slab flipping end over end for a hundred feet before smashing into another run down building. He rushed from the rubble, intent on spearing Jack in the stomach and lifting up as he ran, smashing through the wall of three buildings before intending to throw the man like a rag doll upward, toward the side of a skyscraper.

If it worked, and the throw succeeded, David would fly after him and, when Jack made impact, would attempt to flying dropkick him through the wall. His intent would not end well- if needed, he would rip this building down and tear Jack apart with it. David had not felt this feeling of competitiveness, of warrior spirit, in ages. That wasn't to say battle was something he always wanted, or cared about as he used to, but it was something he enjoyed. The testing. The only way to truly know someone- to bleed before them on the battlefield.

The Sonic Dragon, as he called himself...

David would put that name to the test.

OOC: Ended up being unable to get on computer. Wrote this out on the phone. My thumbs hurt.

[Jack]

His fist connected, he felt the fragile bones in his hand compress against the steel like body of David Blaze. Lightning flashed again behind him lighting up his world as he saw his target be launched right back into a building. Jack shrieked with joy at the sight of it, the way it made him feel was euphoric, he wanted to kill tonight he wanted to burn the world.

It was more of a full body lunge then it had been a standard punch, the complete weight of his body had been behind it all the strength in his body was pinpointed through his fists. A twinge of pain was in his wrist which could easily have been snapped by the amount of force that was generated for the strike.

Yes... he thought as he relished in his new found power he was much stronger, the old Jack wouldn't have been able to do that, not since his last battle with Leon was he this ferocious, not since he had been named a Dragon all those years ago had he even fought like a man. He was reborn, this new darkness which consumed him it fed him and nourished him. He would set the world alight, he would bring all those to justice and in this storm he would christen the world in blood and fire. The idea of it already brought joy to him, maybe he was fighting for the wrong side maybe Barker would be better suited for him, for his agenda. Would mass genocide suit him? Jack thought so, deep down nothing excited him more then leading a mass force through a city and killing everything in sight.

Where David's eye glowed blue, Jack's glowed in return. In that moment there was a connection between them. He could see into David's soul only ever so briefly and he if not consciously but on the subconscious level knew that David too could see into his own. His inner demon screamed and that scream manifested itself into the real world. In that moment a little apparition appeared behind him rising out of his body, it was a black cloud.

He let out an even louder cry, tearing his shirt off, only thing that separated his pale, scale like skin to the outside world were his bandages. A few had come loose, being blown in the wind, the storm around them raged. Another flash of lightning, erupted behind him. Striking an abandoned and run down building, setting it alight.

The vision he had, it would become a reality, he was the harbinger of doom to this world, he cared not for the evil, the wicked, the good or the righteous they would all perish in his vision. A world that was burning, a pile of head and bodies and at the top were those he loved and the child he wanted but was denied by circumstance. Maybe he would rape a woman, plant a child only to rip it out of her stomach and burn the babe alive, yes he wouldn't mind that, but he only had to find a victim worthy enough.

Eventually David's blue eyes had disappeared and so had his own, they morphed back into the darkness, the tinge of blue and red barely visible but still there, a reminder of their inner demon their dark passion. The beasts had come out to play. As the lightning struck again yelled out, his challenge echoed through the city seconds before the sound of crushing thunder was heard. He was darkness, and he would take the light from the world and all those who opposed him.

The lightning flashed again and David rushed at him, Jack did the same. David was fast but Jack had fought fast people his whole life, those slower and those faster. Even if you can't see exactly what they're going to do, you can still see when they've at least moved. Lightning had flashed several times in quick succession lightning up their path to one another, his bandages flapped in the wind, they caressed his body and looked more like tentacles then bandages. The hue of that dark cloud surrounded him.

As David rushed at him, intending to tackle him straight through the gut. Jack too intended to slam his shoulder into his mid section. Both sprinters reached their relative max speed, David having gone first and being the shorter one of the too reached his max speed before Jack did.

Both fighters dropped their shoulders at the last second as they ran at their targets. David was shorter than Jack, so he had the more favorable position. It was a messy collision, like two giant armour clad knights jousting. Both got a hit but one was about to be unhorsed. the force of the impact rattled his body, his vision blurred and he felt as if he were flying. His weight shifted onto his back foot but he didn't give up his ground not yet, not now!

The ground around them shattered to a radius of a few meters, that was how much energy these two had conjured up. Jack was slightly higher to begin with and after the collision it was now a test of strength. He was and adept wrestler, but he was still being pushed back. In a struggle for strength it seemed jack was outmatched at over two to one.

Fear gripped him as he realized he had lost this exchange, instead he drastically tried to claw his way out, but David would not have it. Iron claw seized him, as he was lifted. It had only been a split fraction of a second between the time they both collided to Jack losing ground. The raw strength of David's legs were too much for even Jack to withhold.

Finding himself in a vice like bare grip he squealed as the life was being crushed out of him. He slammed his fists into the back and side of David's, head, using his fingers to scratch at his face. Constricted as he was he could not generated the necessary strength to swing at David but it didn't matter as long as he was attacking. He kicked and clawed at David, who relentlessly crushed him, Jack head butted David even resorted to biting, he was fighting for his life but he was also fighting to kill David. Who continued unimpaired ramming him through building after building. Every wall was another shock to his system, his vision began to fade by the third wall, he was nearly unconscious by the end of it. Will alone was keeping him together, will and that murderous intent of his.

It didn't take long for David to clear the few buildings, even carrying Jack David would need to carry another three of him to even tire while running at that pace or even slow him down the man was a monster. He was thrown into the building, the shatter resistant glass stopping him going any further, but it had broken on the inside the only thing keeping it together was the glue.

Stunned on impact he tried to focus on the world, lightning flashed again as he began to rain, the fire spreading through he house. His eyes caught something moving toward him again, he didn't know what it was but all he could though about was MOVE! MOVE DAMN YOU. MOVE!. His vision was blurred, lightning flashed again as David closed the distance, new life had been breathed into him.

His body suddenly lurched to the side, right hand instinctively clutching itself into his knuckle dusters. David's foot was on target smash into a window boarder frame next to where Jack's body had been had if he had moved out of the way fast enough. The windows all around them for a good thirty meters would shatter, despite being treated not to if David's foot ever so much as grazed the frame let alone smashed into it.

Using the strength in his legs Jack spun around, sending a spinning back hand aimed for David's face. The younger male would follow up by thrusting his right palm forward, the intent was to bruise David's jaw or even break it with a metal backhand and then slam his skull into the one of the very frames he tried to break Jack upon. Hell he didn't care if his attacks landed or not as long as someone was feeling pain, why not it be David? Truth be told, Jack was acting more on instinct and training than complex , calculated thought.

At the end of the day, it was his training which got him through life and death battle. However this would not be the case today. Jack had not moved fast enough, the damage he had sustained so far made it hard for him to judge distances and speeds. David's heel slammed into the side of his ribs. Instantly he felt the impact, as two of his ribs had snapped under the pressure, his internal organs thankfully were fine, for now. Blood sprayed out of his mouth covering David's face as he bit his lip.

He was launched through the windows through the first floor building and out the other end of the building before colliding through another house, smaller building similar to the one he had been rammed through earlier. Not since Xaier had he felt such a powerful and destructive kick.

Jack coughed, having inhaled his own blood. Coughing it back eye Jack looked through the hole in the wall at David Blaze as lightning struck once again. Trying to stand he fell down on all fours clutching his left side of his ribs. Allowing the blood to dribble from his mouth he stared at the man. His eyes locked with his, as another lightning bolt struck near by lighting another house afire, Jack let out a roar, which was drowned out by the thunder. It was as if the storm was answering him, David's own namesake.

It was time Jack got serious otherwise he may well end up dying here today, and while he would welcome death when it came as he would welcome an old friend it was not his time. Pulling his blade from his side Jack readied his cleaver.

"COME DAVID BLAZE!" The Australian called, coughing up more blood, his vision blurred from the pain and the drugs which were now circulating through his system worked to help dull it at the cost of his motor skills.

Taking a moment or two for his vision to focus back through the large holes in the building to look at David. "I am the one who will take the light from this world!" he spat blood as he yelled, the wind surrounding him as he yelled out carrying his words toward his opponent. The bandages moved in an unnatural manner, instead of all moving in one direction they moved multi-directional caressing his body in an uncanny almost possessed manner.

"Show me the full destructive powers of the "Storm Dragon" He found it amusing for he had known another Dragon by that name, could it have been his predecessor. "Hold back and you will be consumed!" He raised his hands up to the air and cried out "I am Jack O'Connor wolf of #552, Sonic Dragon, I AM DARKNESS!" a lightning bolt struck a tree behind him setting it on fire. The rain fell down, dropping down onto his face washing the blood away and with it his sanity, he laughed, he felt alive again. Having been trapped in his change for so long the beat wanted to stretch his legs, he wanted to laugh, cry with joy and feast upon the flesh of man.

He readied himself, looking through the hole in the building, his right foot and shoulder back, his left taking the lead. His left arm was raised while his right was back beside his waste. He always kept his blade close unless it was to stab, hack or slash. But even then he still preferred to keep it in nice and close.

[David B.]

The clawing would do the man little good. David had tucked his head into the mans side, making it difficult at best for him to rip at the sensitive areas of his face. Still, regardless of the hate and madness, the man had heart. As the battle has unfolded, Davids own blocks and returned attacks would end with Jack in the side of another building, calling out to him that he would extinguish the light.

Oh, how the fire spread across his chest in anger at this mans words.

He landed softly in front of the hole, standing with his head bowed as the rain trickled down his body. As Jack got closer, he would notice cracks spreading with light popping noises across the surface of the interior of the building. They seemed to be stemming from him, from his direction- he was the focal point. Another step, and Jack would feel a pressure weighing down on him. One more, and hell itself would seem to break loose.

The rain around would cease. But a wailing scream echoed out of the skies. Around them, twisters pulled downward, touching the ground and wreaking havoc on buildings. Four of them. David turned his eyes to Jack and shouted into the mahem.

"YOU WANT TO FEEL MY POWER!? I AM A GOD COMPARED TO YOU! THE BREADTH OF THE OCEAN SEPERATES US!"

He drew his sword, a lightning bolt striking it and snaking across his body as he glared to Jack.

"You, Dragon of Darkness, Will learn your place in MY world!"

David would lunge forward with a stabbing motion, i tent on burying his blade i. The same area of ribs he had broken moments before, ignoring the pain of the scratches on his back from Jack as well as the blows that had struck him.

((not as long as id have liked, but i only have a phone. There was more i wished to put here but...i suppose it will have to do.))

[Jack]

The male grinned at his words, the last droplets of blood flowing down his white teeth into the folds of cloth that covered his face. David spoke well, but Jack was not afraid "You may think you are a god but I can trace my lineage back to Diomedes himself." it was a bold boast one filled with youth and vigor.

What Jack meant was that his family originated from northern Greece, the part of which during the classical period of Greece the Greek hero Diomedes was king of at the time. Diomedes was feared as one of the strongest Greek heroes rivaled in strength only by Ajax and in combat only by Achilles himself. That being said it was just something he said to taunt or unnerve his opponents. It was a bold boast but at the core of it was only a boast of history it meant nothing now.

Jack was no novice when it came to swordplay he had been training in the art of Kenjutsu for over a decade now. It all started with his mother. She by no means was a fighter she had dabbled in a few martial arts classes to learn how to defend herself but that was nothing out of the ordinary, it was quite common to have female self defense classes.

His mother loved the arts, particularly Japanese paintings. So one year she took him to a Japanese festival in his home country. There he got to see some students of a local University Kendo team fighting against another. Being a fan of cartoons at that young age he was hooked on the idea of becoming a Samurai. One thing lead to another and he was a regular student at the nearest club that had classes for young children. Since then he had only honed his skills. Being comfortable with swords was one thing being not only skilled but driven enough to win a fight to the death was another. While it didn't mean a lot to Jack now, his first kill had been horrifying.

There was an art to it, an art of reading your opponent something Jack never excelled at no, his skill was always attacking, waiting for an opening and then striking the most vital point. The planning and the other aspects were the most boring aspect to him. It is why Jack's sword fighting techniques are flawless, they're simple.

They lack the complexity of other more intelligent fighters but where they are dull in one aspect they shine in another. His discipline and precision is on par with even the greatest fighters. Discipline and harsh training was the only way he had learned and the amount of hours he has put into a punch, kick, block or strike is uncountable and thus here he is a honed warrior with over a third of his life spent in blood and war and over a half of his life spent fighting.

Lacking the foresight to be able to parry the blow Jack was only able to block it, using the flat of his blade, he placed his left palm against the other side to lend it support as he was forced back.

Slashing at David's blade as he was pushed back so their weapons came free of each other. Jack's blade was made out of a black metal, it was perfect it would never lose it's edge and it would never chip or bend.

He sneered, "Your blade is big I'll grant you, but it's also slow" in comparison to Jack's short blade a full length sword was slow, what it lacked in speed it made up for in reach and weight. But Jack's fighting style was a mixed one, he preferred speed and to dance so maybe the spear was better suited for him. But he also loved to get in close and dirty. That way he could rip his target to shreds instead of poking at him. Jack wished he had a spear at this point, if he did he could tickle David for hours, slowly eating away at his knee caps, thighs and lower back. He would render him immobile and then come it at the last moment and slit his throat but he didn't have one. All he had was a small fucking black blade, a blade as black as his heart and soul.


Scenario one
Jack pushes his blade away from him diverting David's blade to his right unlocking himself from David. He would dance away keen on finding a week spot in David's defense to exploit.


Scenario two
At the last moment Jack's blade slipped, not it wasn't that it was David's the sharp edge of his sword slid down his blade and as soon as it was free of his metal it was thrust straight through the side of his ribs. He felt a sharp pain, his vision blurred and the rain, lighting, wind and thunder all stopped. He looked into David's eyes the monster that was there had gone, it was just regular old Jack and he looked pathetic. Closing his eyes as the blade was driven deeper into his body, the full weight and strength of David Blaze behind it. When he opened his eyes the world was in mayhem. His eyes glowed and his humanity left him, the dark veil enveloped him. The ability of his sword came to them. With his left hand Jack would try and slam it into David's neck the sharp point of his knuckle duster stinger aimed to punch a whole through David's artery by he could easily just have missed and maybe punctured his cheek.

With his right hand he brought down his blade onto David aiming to slam the blunt edge of his cleaver into David's shoulder and drag the man in close, driving David's own blade deeper through his body. If his left hand was free Jack would grab onto the sword or David's arm what ever was easier and force himself closer. David's world would feel slow (-15% wisdom) almost alien it was not uncommon for opponents to lose their nerve when this happened. They were like two Dragons fighting, getting tangled up in their melee. When he was close enough Jack lunged for David's neck, biting down sinking his teeth as deep as he could, if it was possible he would crush his throat or rip out his artery something, anything.

It was the last thing he could do, it was the only thing he could do.

OOC: Jack's strength is increased by 2 due to blocking with his cleaver. 1/5 stacks.

If Jack's second attack is successful he gains another 2 strength and is at 2/5 stacks.

For this post David's wisdom is reduced by 15% (David's wisdom goes to 77)

[David B.]

He laughed.

"You think I am impressed by your lineage? Mine is a modern day legend-not something Diluted by time. You will come to see it, before the end."

As he struck, David growled, Jack pushing his blade away, jumping back as though to watch for an opening. He brought his sword down to his side, staring coldly at the man in front of him.

"My blade is what I make it, and reflects my strength. Luckily, I have not only the power to cut you in half with a single swing, but to do it quickly. Here- let me show you."

He would leap forward, swinging the blade up from the ground, letting the tip scrap the earth as he intended on cutting Jack clean up the middle.

OOC: Short, but not much to apply here.