This is my stomping ground now (David)

[Jack]

Jack tried to dance away, he was just as fast as David but his reactions were slow in comparison. To try and beat David blow for blow or parry and counter would only encourage him to lob off his head. No it was much better Jack try and avoid any strike he could and block any he couldn't. His short blade would give him the speed he required to defend with. The storm continued to rage on, as the moon began to move on, day light returning to the world. It was overcast, dark and raining. The fires unrelenting spreading from building to building. Fighting desperately against the rain which would ultimately win.

He pivoted to his side, keeping his blade up to protect his body. Finding it hard to read David's movements at all. There was a gap between them the size of the grand canyon yet ultimate power makes one careless. It was probably the case that David rarely met a man who could stand his equal, his opportunity would come. All he had to do was survive until then.

"Trying to finish it in one blow? Please... don't ruin the f...u... "

Laughing as he got more distance between them, his footwork as always superb. Survival was key, Jack would have to be patient and that was the hardest thing about this. All he wanted to do was to see blood, there was never enough blood.

His mocking tone was cut short by the immobilizing feeling of pain as the blade ran up from his waist passed his neck. It wasn't a particularly deep cut but he hadn't accounted for it. It didn't catch him in full or it would have killed him, reeling back Jack stumbled onto the ground. Sliding back trying to get distance between him and David. The blood was flowing freely from the cut, but nothing stitches wouldn't cure.

Slowly David followed him, blade raised in hand ready to deliver the final blow, to end Jack's life. That's when the final sound of thunder rolled through their arena. The deafening screech of a building collapsing was so loud he couldn't even hear his own labored breathing.

It's over he thought as the building came down on him. Darkness again consumed him as he passed wedged between two columns which had protected him from being crushed but he had a broken arm. Hours would pass between him passing out and waking up. Once he heard footsteps above a few hushed voices but he quickly went back to sleep.

OOC: If David survives it's a victory to David.

[Phoenix]

Shielding himself from the violent cyclone of a storm was difficult. An eclipse blotted out the light, the warriors only illuminated from darkness by momentary flashes of lighting, the wind, raw, loud and cold constantly sought to throw Phoenix from his perch, high up on a collapsed tower. Even from this height, the sounds of the battle were audible over the crashes of thunder – the booms of fist against flesh and the crash of kicks slamming into rubble. The two Dragons, Storm and Sonic, fought with a speed, strength and ferocity that was foreign to him. They seemed to be the source of the chaos that raged around them but Phoenix couldn't understand how that was possible. An innate fear burst forth from within him as the battle waged on. These titans waged war with a power that he couldn't comprehend.

As the debris of destruction cleared, Phoenix was shocked to see Jack outmatched. Thrust through multiple buildings, beaten near to death and reaching for his sword, it was obvious to Phoenix that even if Jack did survive the next exchange, his injuries would be severe to say the least. Making up his mind in an instant and battling against the strength of the storm, Phoenix dragged himself from the roof, slid down the collapsed building that was slick with water. The wind threatened to push Phoenix clear of the building as he picked up more and more speed, adrenaline circulating through his body, providing a small buffer of energy against the elements and precious warmth against the cold. His feet thudded into the ground sending shivers of pain up his shins. He ignored it as mud splashed up from the ground with each stride he took; urging himself to run faster, to close the distance, to save his friend.

A massive lightning strike tore through the sky, followed a split second later by an earth shattering clap of thunder forcing him to his knees. Lights exploded in Phoenix's vision, a deafening roar screamed in his ear and remnant electricity rippled through the air. Darkness. A needle of light appeared in Phoenix's view as he awoke. There was no telling how much time had passed, it couldn't have been long. Placing his feet under him and shaking his head to clear his vision, Phoenix resumed his sprint to the building where he had last seen Jack.

Rounding a corner, it became all too clear as to what the target of the last strike had been. The building had fallen in on itself, creating a mountain of rubble, presumably crushing everything underneath. Phoenix smashed his fist into a nearby concrete slab, leaving several impressions of his fist before his resentment dissipated. How could he be too late? Desperately, Phoenix began to tear through the debris. He had to recover the body of his comrade. Jack would've done the same.

.: Hours Later :.

Phoenix was astounded. Jack's chest was moving. He was breathing and in bad shape... but alive nonetheless. Dried blood caked a large portion of Jack's heavily bandaged body, the battle had taken a huge toll on his body, but he would recover eventually. Throwing Jack over his shoulders and scooping up his blade, Phoenix began the long trudge back home.