Midnight meander (OPEN!!)

Chazz finished his midnight snack. He left the core near a perch for nature to consume whatever was left of it. He braced himself then stood up careful not to exert too much weight onto the branch. Trees grew tall and wide, each bridging to another allowing a highway of life to flow on the ground and above. Chazz moved from tree to tree his quickened pace called for him to choose only the most sturdy of branches. He did not wear a cloak, but a duel colored army issue scarf adorned his neck. One side red,the other black. He wore plate arm guards which his right concealed a small dagger. His sword was carefully placed at his waist, as not to hinder his movements.

Strafing through the trees he could still see the top of the canopy, the green tide covering all before it. The moonlight made all visible to him, but meshed him into the surrounding foliage. He was just about to move to the next tree when a flutter caught his eye. Two birds moved quickly from a tree maybe 50 yards from where he was. Something was moving below and quickly...

When will people realize this isn't a game. There was a reason he wore mail in a place like this. Interesting enough this man failed to realize slashing motions don't work against mail. He should have pressed it into his back. Only piercing works against the entwined rings of metal. His midnight assailant used his pokemon quite well to find him. He at first didn't even know he was there until it was too late. However what his attacker failed to realize is your momentum transfers to whatever you land on and the branch that held the two of them up was barely meant for even one person. He smacked the branch with his left foot. The force cracked the branch. Knowing full well the blade would slash along his neck, yet it would taste no blood or flesh, only finely made steel.

With his right foot he pivoted on the last remaining resistance the branch had to offer. He dove slightly forward, the blade clanging against his mail. As he began to fall he twisted his body, and immediately pulled out his sword. His assailant looked familiar,but he didn't care, if he was smart Chazz would already be dead. In spite he yelled out, "Amateur."

As Chazz dropped to the ground, the strange assailant right above him. Is this guy for real? His arrogance, his form. Sloppy! He must be young, some up start assassin who thinks he can play with the elite. No true assassin plays with his prey. They kill them, then go to the next job. No hesitation. In his job he always had people trying to kill him.

This kid brought two knifes to a sword fight. When Chazz hit the ground he immediately got ready. He chose his blade form perfectly and assumed daggers would be thrown and this assailant would try to over power him. It was a joke to Chazz. He pulled out a pokeball and let it loose. He went through all possible outcomes and smiled. The odds never mattered to him.

"Kokkinos...Inferno." The fire flared and caught everything a blaze, the fire did not hurt Chazz though. It glowed adding to his fiery aura. He is war. He enjoyed the death.

Chazz carried a hand and a half sword. Almost the length of a full longsword, but designed to be held in one or two hands.

With his sword in his right and his pokeball in this left he recalled Kokkinos. His pokemon were trained for war. They don't make pokemon faint, they kill them. Yet, clearly his assailant had a superior array at his disposal. Chazz couldn't rely on his pokemon, they were too young and their training wasn't yet complete. No, the only pokemon he would use is Harbinger, but even then, why bother.

The four armed hulking beast stood on the sidelines of the conflict. Chazz was hoping for an interesting fight from the young man.

If they were still in the trees then the kukuri would have the edge, and even on the ground below. Yet, Chazz was smart he used Kokkinos' Inferno to clear away the foliage and gave Chazz room to maneuver. In extremely close quarters Kukuri was king, but Chazz had an open space. His hand and a half sword had the practical advantage. It also didn't hurt that the Kukuri was a slashing and cleaving weapon, and wasn't made for piercing.

It was a masterful weapon of quick death, but it had a few flaws. They were no longer in extremely close quarters, and if his assailant was to pierce with the Kukuri, his hand would slide up the blade, due to the design of the weapon.

There was enough distance between them. This kid was fast, but he wasn't lightning, he couldn't just super speed in a flash. No, this was a battle of wits and his assailant chose the perfect weapon. Chazz would be on the defensive for now making sure not to leave any openings. He loved to counter and riposte. It required little effort and he wanted to see what this kid could do. In a calm voice Chazz spoke while tipping his head slightly as a sign of a duel accepted, "Shall we?"

"Prasha?" Chazz knew this man he had met him in Pyron. His armor was indeed making him slower, Chazz had allowed him a little too close. He needed to regain his distance from him.

The blade came in two quick, the disarm was perfect. As the blade reached Chazz's hand he saw an opening. His speed. He over extended. As Prasha's Kukuri reached his hand Chazz moved the left side of his body toward him. Chazz relaxed his right hand the blade wouldn't pierce the mail,but he was guaranteed to have a few fractures. Right as the blade met his hand, he dropped the sword. Chazz however wasn't right handed. He grabbed his sword by the blade, it was a rare technique to use, but deadly. The shear momentum of hitting someone with full plate with the hilt of the blade can instantly kill or knock someone out. He however wasn't in a position to utilize the full force of the technique, but it would daze anyone.

Chazz brought the hilt up by the blade smacking it against Prasha's mask. Chazz knew the amount of distance the hilt traveled, and the forward momentum of Prasha's body still wasn't enough to deliver a knock out blow, but damn it would hurt like hell. The mask came flying off Chazz stepped to the left. Shuffled to a distance to get outside outside Prasha's disarm range. "You can't expect me not to have fun as well?" Chazz looked to his hand he defiantly had at least a boxers fracture. It didn't pierce it, but damn his hand hurt. He also noticed a weird residue on his hand. Chazz looked at the kukuri, toxin!. Now Chazz knew he wouldn't even be able to be cut, or he would be paralyzed.

Chazz readied himself for the next attack. Patient Chazz observed Prasha not his face, but his torso. The thing about physics is it, forces you to betray your movements to go anywhere.