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

[Darkwolf]

The ground shook, ready to burst. The place was tearing itself apart, magma spewing in multiple directions. Dragoth's eyes showed a raging inferno of hatred for this man's weakness. He wanted a challange, not another worthless opponent like all of those others before. The rumbling from the ground seemed to roar and anger him even more. His ears were hurting, this man was weak, and the earth was tearing up.

"heh, using ground like a rat. how humanlike." Dragoth said as he flicked his blade to knock away his opponent's puny sword. "I regret fighting you, you're Worthless!" He took Akilroth and held it high in the air and struck down at his opponent with as much force as possible, with enough force to make some bits of rock fly. This was just a taste of energy that he was pouring out. He was furious, and he was about to take it out on his opponent. He was losing control...