Wandering the Town (Open)

[Brago de Oberon]

Brago stepped into Demonas Town, not someplace that he frequently visited. The smell of decay and death wafted over him as he crossed the threshold that marked the towns border. "Well, that is a certainly pleasant smell. I wonder what has happened to cause such a pleasant smell," Brago said, going closer to the center of town. The smell got stronger, but even still the people were nowhere to be found.

It's the God of Death, sounded voices from the shadows. He has come for our souls. We are DOOMED!

Brago chuckled to himself. Of course, he had forgotten the rumors told of him. They always said some god or something. Oh well, it was fun to let them believe the rumors.

"Well! Is anyone out there! Are none of you man enough to face me!"

[Darcwings]

Skeith heard someone shouting outside. Skeith was staying in a small shack in the town. He looked outside and saw a person with black hair and black clothes.

"What could he be doing out there? Does he want to die?" Skeith spoke to himself. He quietly stepped out of the shack and grabbed his weapons.

"Well! Is anyone out there! Are none of you man enough to face me!" The man in black shouted at the seemingly empty town. The aphotic figure seemed quite like Skeith himself.

Skeith laughed maniacly as he rased his scythe to the person. "Only I step forward. I ask you, who are you and why are you here?" Skeith streatched his bone wings out and blew a gust of wind around him.

"Now then, Can I help you?" Skeith was waiting for this odd person to respond to him.

[Brago de Oberon]

Brago smiled. So someone had actually come forward to face him. "Who am I? I am none other than Brago de Oberon. And who are you? It is always polite to ask the name of the one about to die," Oberon said, the adrenaline beginning to course through his veins.

"By the way, I congratulate you on being the only one courageous to face me."

[Darcwings]

"Brago de Oberon? Aren't you a high ranked officer in Vicious's army? That aside, I'm Skeith Xuihcoatl, also known as Reaper. I'm a mercenary. I also work for Vicious primarily." Skeith lowered his scythe slightly, as if he wasn't expecting a fight. His wings retracted. Reaper smiled a devilish smile.


"I congratulae you, however, on finding this little peice of crap village." Skeith chuckled slightly at the thought of anyone being honored for finding a crappy village.

[Brago de Oberon]

"Ah yes, the little up and coming guy that actually charges for his services. Why Vicious puts up with you, I have no idea. By the way, why do you charge? The love for bloodshed should be pay enough, don't you agree?" Brago said, shrugging lightly. He really had no taste in things like this, but Vicious had told him to test this guy in his abilities.

"I thank you for your congratulations. Surely finding a rinky-dink assembly of hovels is something noteworthy. And for that, I must congratulate you as well. Clearly you were able to find this place and therefore deserve congratulations of your own," Brago said theatrically. He didn't really mean it, but he savored things like this. To add a little flare to the whole thing, he bowed in the middle of his little speech.

[Darcwings]

"I charge because money makes the world go round. Plus I don't exactly have a place to live or anything like that." Skeith laughed at the foolishness of the question. "Although I am one partial to blood and bloodshed."

Skeith laughed at the rediculousness of the congratulations being passed around. "Yes, Yes. Rinky-dink as it may be, this town has been serving as my temporary shelter. I suppose that because you serve Vicious, I should show you some hospitality. What is it that you want?"

[Brago de Oberon]

"Oh, not much. Just a simple checking in on you. But I was told to give you a test, so I guess I have to do that. Want to begin?" Brago asked, flexing his hands in anticipation. He smiled. He had wanted to get to this for some time. The only problem had been finding this piece-of-shit town. But now that he was here, Brago figured he may as well have some fun.

"So, are you ready for your test?"

[Darcwings]

Skeith got a look of pure insanity in his eyes as he detatched the spear end of his scythe. The chain hit the ground as he readied himself for battle. Skeith licked his lips and his wings flapped. "Thought you'd never ask." He cracked his neck and prepared himself for Brago's assault.

[Brago de Oberon]

"Well, here it goes! Reis! Reis! Reis! Reis!" Brago said, releasing balls of gravity from his hands. He moved them in a punching motion except that his palms were open. The orbs flew forward, everything beneath them getting crushed from the shear amount of gravitons that were ensuing from it. "Can you handle it?"

[Darcwings]

Skeith looked surprised. That move seemed powerful. Skeith spread his bone wings and flew straight up, out of the way. He then threw the spear end of his weapon at Brago, then flew after it, ready to swing with his scythe end. His dessent was slow enough to stay behind the spear's point but fast enough to get a good swing in.

[Brago de Oberon]

"Haha, you fell for it! Gravirei!" Brago said laughing maniacally. A field of pure gravity fell upon Skeith and smashed him to the ground. He held both hands out and focused his magic into the space between them. A massive ball of Gravity formed between them and Brago fired it as he said, "Gigano Reis!"