Cries of a Dark Soul (open to anyone who wants a challange)

[Darkwolf]

Before I start my opening post, I'll be using Dragoth. I do have some rules to use in this battle, please only accept if you agree to them or contact me if you want to negotiate.
1) only one weapon must be used, that means no sub-weapons
2) no magic
3) no limit breaks, although basic skills are allowed (unless magic of course)

This would be the desicription of the dynamic battlefield:

The battle starts out in a very desolate blackened earth, small crack are scattered across the ground as two lonely, dead trees stand within view. Clouds, a very dark shade of grey pass over as the wind whips any loose thing around, not violently, but a persistent breeze that sends chills to any normal person, the aura of this place is so horrible that some people are known to fall to their knees and cry when they enter it, being forced to go around this horrible, deserted place. At the time of the battle, the clouds begin as normal, but they seem to start a very slow, but noticable spiral. The world seems to be this battle's sole witness.

As the battle moves on, I have a plan to make the cracks widen, as the ground itself heats up. As it does, a very dull and greyish orange glow comes from it, the clouds build up as a great spiral, at least a mile high of just cloud, forming a circle above the battlefield. The tension in the air would build, until finally a burst of flame would shatter the ground, and as the earth itself breaks apart and molten rock lies underneath, forming a great circular pool with rocks about 4' in diameter for the fighters to use to their advantage. There isnt a shortage of them, but there is enough space in between them for one fighter to fall in, or be pushed in.

A side note, I know my character, Dragoth is a fire elemental. I will make an exception as he wouldnt be able to use magic, he would be vulnerable to heat, although he has slightly more resistance than a normal character.

I hope to get a response. I'd love to get a battle going as soon as possible as the people I currently am battling dont seem to post much anymore. To contact me, either use tff pm system or I have windows live messenger, my email that I use for that is [email protected]

~~~Now, for my intro~~~~~

Black eyes raised to the heavens, the grey, empty heavens as this place showed no sign of good. There stood Dragoth, and his demonic partner Akilroth. Both of them yearned for a good fight, these desolate grounds showed no sign of one, though. He felt a sense of home in this place. This feeling was odd, as this place couldnt even be a suitable place for him, nowhere seemed to feel like home anymore. Yet, this place seemed to reflect his darkness. He smiled as he took a step forward, his heavy boot falling to the earth and making it seem to crumble a little as he kept moving on. Akilroth had been silent, maybe he was sleeping for now or something. "I'm sorry, there is no blood for you here..." he said in a calm tone to his demonic blade.

He, too, was bored of this world already. There seemed to be nobody that would be a challange to him, and even if there were, he could not find them. His soul seemed to fade with the blankness of this place. He only sighed at this. There seemed to be nothing for him here, not just this specific place, but nothing more to life. He almost accepted that he was fading. These could be his final days. This place, a fitting place for him to die. He didnt mind, though. The pain Akilroth was facing these days was intensifying. He didnt just want blood anymore, he needed it. Both of them would leave this sad world, their time would finally be over. After all of those years of living as dark, evil souls.

He smiled, for the first time no intention of evil was meant. He was moving on, to an eternal sleep that would finally comfort him. His head tilted even more to the skies. He saw this place no longer as desolate, but his home. He finally found it, after all these years. This was his place where he would fade...and live on in sleep. Inside his darkness...for an eternity.

Those same black eyes, now seemed to change to a grey, with a slight blue tint in it. These were the eyes he was born with, but as his life only brought him pain as a normal being, he became dark. His eyes reflected this, but now he was himself again. He was still dark, but he realized that he was happy, after so long, so much torture to his soul. So many smiles that came from the cries of another. This was the first time he was happy in so long... ironically most humans would be afraid of death. Dragoth embraced it, as his final calling.