The Rider nodded and took off his helmet. <span style='color:red'>I believe we got off on the wrong foot... I'm sorry if I offended you...</span> He said to Ramqe, almost too elegantly for one such as he. Then he stood up straight, and turned to stare straight at Khuyt. <span style='color:red'>Warrior my ass...</span> He said and then chuckled, and leaned back against his bike...
OOC: sry i was gunna wait.. but "warrior my ass.." i have to reply to that XP .. nvm,.. you posted anyways ^^ hehehe i didnt realise you did.. XD BIC: Khuyt snorted at him and jumped down from the roof they were perched at. He cracked his knuckles and pulled his sword. <span style='color:green'>Care to prove me wrong? </span> He smirked and sneered. <span style='color:green'>And besides.. What makes you think your a better warrior hmm.. and that you can critisise someone elses har training..</span>
OOC: I have an idea... Ramqe laughed. I could kill you with my mind...but i'll leave the fighting to this guy, he needs some excercise. He laughed.
The Rider scratched his snout. <span style='color:red'>I come here, probably to save you... And I end up fighting you? Trust me... I'll give you one chance to think this over, I really don't like to kill innocents...</span> Although he wasn't sure if he would even have to fight in the end, he had secretly drawn one of his Desert Eagles with his right hand, and had taken a long knife from his bike with his left...
Khuyt sneered and pointed his sword at the rider. <span style='color:green'> come on! bring it biker! show me what you got!</span> His sword flickered with electricity as he swung it boldly... knowing a good chalaenge had come... wheather it would come to life or death he never knew... he was just ready to fight and learn from his mistakes.. to meet his death head of if need be... OOC: HA! BRING IT LITTLE MAN!
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Little?..lol I'm taller than you, and Khuyt has more tricks and traps he's gonna use, rather than an all out fight...lol :P </td></tr></table> Khuyt nodded. <span style='color:red'>Alright then... Because You're the challenger, I'll let you have first attack...</span> He took a few steps forward, cleverly hiding his weapons, but ready to pull them out in a flash...
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> i know your taller than me... dont rub it in.. im short.. XD o and as long as my char doesnt die.. im happy with a good fight.</td></tr></table> ~BIC~ Khuyt smirked and walked forward slgithly.. He servayed his challenge as he walked. he charged at the speed of light from the side. The only remnance you could see of him as he ran was a few electic sparks forming in the air.. that was always a problem.. He raised his sword to attack... Another 'dragon had been sleeping in a neerby tree. he had been blocking out the comotion for tha past while.. He finaly got fed up and openedd his eyes to see what it was. he rolled his eyes and yawned. <span style='color:red'>Another right? already? god...</span> His yellow hair moved in the slight breeze. His black fur was easily seen in the tree but for the position he was.. that shadows were cast apon him and camoflauged his pelt in the daylight. He jumped down from the tree. he reached up and grabbed his Glaive wich hung around a branch by its blade. he walked to the house wich Ramge sat apon still. <span style='color:red'>Hm.. So what this all about?</span> He said as he leaned on the side of the small building. He pointed to the fighting pair with his glaive. It was a 5 foot long pole with a foot long curved blade at the end. It had strange marking carved into the pole. His name was carved into the base of the blade, it was in ramathian.. gratitude of his friend whom had sold it to him and long while back.
The Rider slapped his forehead, knowing he gave away the fact that he had his knife in his hand. He hoped that it was cause enough for him to be attacked, and then the attacker would have several grams of lead embedded in his skull before he could realise his mistake. He ignored the newcomer, used to this sort of introduction... <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>lol should I start playing fight scene music?</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I gave you first attack! Grrr... <_< Don't wait around for me!</td></tr></table>
OOC: fine! god.. at least give me sumthing to work from... *sigh* BIC: Khuyt attacked.. her swung his sword at his opponent. hoping not toend anything to fast... he wished for a good fight...
The Rider quickly flipped backwards with a grace he hadn't revealed before. He landed on the seat of his bike, standing up, and levelled his Desert Eagle at the torso of the off balance warrior. <span style='color:red'>Melee weapons are weak...</span> He said, but before he could pull the trigger, a shot rang out and the Desert Eagle was flung from his hand to clatter on the street below. <span style='color:red'>Geeze, Why are people always fighting in this town?</span> Came a vice from a nearby rooftop, and a figure with a black face mask and night vision goggles on his forehead stood up. <span style='color:red'>I really think you people are pathetic if you fight just for kicks...</span> The figure taunted, and jumped off the edge of the rooftop to land a few stories on the pavement below without a scratch...
Khuyt lookedd at the other 'dragon.. he noticed another one by the building.. smirking at the duel.. The black 'dragon who had talked to Ramge chuckled and looked to the 'dragon who had interfeared.
Xavier swaggered up to the three. <span style='color:red'>Seriously, have guys got ANYTHING? better to do?</span> He leaned against the butt of his sniper rifle on the ground and grinned and stared at the two... The Rider was pissed off. He came back to save a life, then he had ended up getting into a fight and having his Desert Eagle damaged! He gave a low growl, and threw the long knife in the air and caught it by the tip. <span style='color:red'>Back off kid, You're already in over your head...</span> He glanced over to Khuyt to check his reaction to the kid...
Khuyt chuckled and smirked. <span style='color:green'>For your information little man.. some people are brron to fight all of there life.. we fight to be stronger.. to be the best we can.. alot of people have a thing against us who fight.. eather agaisnt eachother.. or with eachother... but theres no need to crisise us..</span> He gave him a qyeer look and looked to The Ridder when he felt his gase. OOC: J03L5xGIRL.. where rrrrrr uuuu..
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I'm wondering that too....</td></tr></table> The Rider suddenly jerked forward, and wrapped his free arm around Khuyt's neck. He used his other one to hold the long dagger he held in his other hand around the front. <span style='color:red'>Thanks kid, you just created the perfect distraction... Now, are you gonna give up? Or am I going to have to make it bloody around here...</span> He jammed a knee into Khuyt's in the lower back, and pressed the knife closer to his throat... Xavier stared, quite shocked that he had let The Rider win the little scuffle. <span style='color:red'>Come on now... Obviously it wasn't a serious fight... Let him go!...</span> He raised his sniper rifle and pointed the red laser sight at the side of The Rider's head within a second...
Khuyt was a little surpriseed at the sudden movement too but soon recovereed and smirked. <span style='color:green'>Just because you founf one second to catch me off gaurd.. doesnt mean its over...</span> He winced at the kick in the back but smirked and then sent shockiing amount of electricity at his rival.. it knocked the knife away from his neck as he ducked out and stood to the side of The Rider. <span style='color:green'>see....</span> He said as he swooped and stole the daggar from the ground. he tossed the dagger up and caught it again. OOC: we need to wait..
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Fine, One more post...</td></tr></table> The Rider stood, staring at Khuyt angrily but not showing it because of the mirrored black riding helmet. Smoke slowly rised from his suit, but it didn't seem charred at all. He growled and quickly brought his other Desert Eagle to stare into Khuyt's face. <span style='color:red'>The arrogant usually die young...</span> The Rider muttered, and suddenly whipped the gun around to face Xavier. The shot rang in the air, echoing off the empty walls, and Xavier's eyes went wide. He looked down to the hole in his combat suit that was now dripping blood, and then collapsed in the street. The Rider twirled his gun and holstered it, and then jumped on his bike, revved the engine, and picked up his other gun from the ground as he drove away...
