Examples of Past T Fighting

The sky above let out a deafing roar, as thunder rolled across the sky, before the sky itself ripped apart, while lightening surged down from the heavens, striking the land around, bombarding the ground with such force, that it exploded sending forth clouds of dust. Standing in the centre of the arena, Jace had waited for this moment for such a long time, he had thought the day would never come. The arena itself was a grand place, the ground around still litered with the bodies of previous combatants, and the scent of their blood still hung in the air. With the Rain pouring down at such a hammering rate, it made vision beyond ten feet in all directs all but unnoticable. The cold liquid rolled over his body like a tidal wave, his snow white eyes, they seemed to gray after a while, like a dark winter storm stiring, no remorse nor regret showed within them. His white hair laid over his back slightly, and wavered gently in the breeze, as he turned to his oppenant side on and walked a short distance to the lift, before spinning around on his left heel, and begun walking the other way back to where he was originally. The shoulder spikes on his right shoulder, glimmered and shun slightly, dispite the rain, each of the spikes made of a pure silver. Even the smaller spikes on the left shoulder, seemed to glitter, while his metallic skin shined like thousands of diamonds under the sun. The sleeveless trench coat that he had always worn was a dull black, and carried the symbol of a celtic cross on the back side, that matched exactly with his black pants that held white markings, and when Nadir stood with his legs closed to attention, they also formed a loose cross.

Across the Etherician's upper arms, where three silver bands on either arm, this bands were only there for show, even though they would protect his arms only just from a sword blow. Futher down to his hands, he had two silver chains that were wrapped around a darkish leather gloves, the chains themselves, where unquie in the sense that the runes that were engraved upon them made them unbreakable, no strength nor magic could defuse or shatter the sacrd chains. Jace raised his left hand before running it through his sleak wet hair, his long jet black nails, tipped with purple spreading through the forest of his white hair. Bringing his right hand down, he slowly rolled his finger tips across the hilt of his secondary sword, a blade known as Sydie. The blade itself, was made of pure silver, though one could not see that due to the scrab. Sydie was a legendary sword, not because it was magical, but because when the blade was drawn, it was already coated in a mild posion that the scrab itself had within in it.

Sydie's blade always shun because of the posion, but what made this blade so much more, was the fact that inside of the hilt of it, it contained an oil hidden within the hand peice itself, and when Jace would twist the blade, the capsle of oil would burst, and upon holding the blade downwards, the oil would seep out of four holes, two on either side of the blade. The oil was created from the pours of Jace's previous victims, using their skin's natural oil, to transform the blade. Though the oil itself was of no threat, when he struck another object that caused a spark, the oil would ignite and burst into flames, the fire onto of the posion would cause even the slightest of cuts to burn and cause agony. The hilt and cross guard of Sydie were made of rod iron, each peice embedded with a jewel that symbolized the grand craftmenship of the blade. Bringing his hand band, Jace brought both of his hands to rest on his biceps, while along his forearms, each held metal steel guards covered in spikes, these themselves each weighted fifty pounds, and where coated with spikes.

Over his shoulder, hung the blade known only as Vindrax, the sword of the last black fire dragon. Once containing the soul of the black fire dragon, it use to have a magical properity, but now the sword was nothing more than a finely crafted blade, with a hilt of ivory, and a blade of obsidien, with slight hair line cracks across the blade's serrated edges. The sword was engraved with what looked like dull blue glowing runes, though they never made the blade anymore than what it was, they runes engraved with it simply read in the drow language " The sword of Vindrax ". Jace stared across the wet waste land as he watched his oppenant. Jace's eyes were set on the kill, his face hard and cold, and even as he spoke, the mere whisper that he spoke in, the rage within his voice was enough to make one shiver- " So.. This is where we began in the last time.. Strangely, this is where it ends, in this life time "