The sounds of screams could be heard even in the early hours of this night, as Quendi of all ages ran about their village in complete disarray. Corpses littered the village streets, their wounds exposing bone and thick, red flesh as blood poured through the cracks and groves of the stone roads. Amongst all the madness walked a single man. Crimson red hair fluttered in his wake. Burning red eyes stared forth in hunger. A sinister sneer laid upon his lips. Black ritual markings were burned into his exposed torso. A katana was gripped in his right hand, it's blade covered in blood that dripped from the tip. The puppeteer on the strings of chaos this night. The criminal of AAA rank, Denzel 'Blood Spill' Iar'Firen. He parted his jaws as a wicked deep cackle echoed against the burning cottages.

"This is what I live for, completely decimation. It's a pity that there aren't any strong warriors in my village. Otherwise they could've have prevented this. Prevented one of their own from reducing it to burning ashes. I can't wait for the next village." Denzel taunted, though no one was around to feel it's sting. Or at least he thought. With a final laugh, Denzel turned and walked towards the exit, but not before a struggling Quendi grasped at his pants' legs. He stopped and looked down, a brow perked in confusion.

"Can I help you, weakling?"

"You...shall pay for your crimes, traitor."

"Hahahaha, don't be a sore loser!" Denzel responded, laughing. He raised his right arm and with a swift swipe of his limb, the flesh holding his neck in place was severed. The bone was completely cut through and the Quendi no longer had any way to get fluid to his brain. He saw the soil for a few seconds, before life slipped out of his grasp. An odd sense of peace. No more pain, no more hardships, just...darkness. Eternal bliss. In a deranged sort of way, Denzel was an angel. Going around, giving death to all he met, he showed them that same bliss. Everlasting peace at the blade of a servant of the darkness. Ironic.

"You don't have to hide forever, stranger, I'd find you eventually." Denzel suddenly said, glancing back behind him. He could feel the presence of another in his surrounding area. Someone who wasn't pleased with his performance. Who wanted Denzel dead. This pleased Denzel. He meant he had a new opponent and another opportunity to test and increase his power.

Thal knew that this village was not a good place to be at the moment. Something deep down in his gut told him so, but, of course, he ignored his instincts. He briefly reflected on what had happened the last time that he had ignored a gut feeling. The result was something to do with a horseshoe, an angry blacksmith, and a few pitchfork wielding townsfolk. Luckily, everything had been sorted out when Thal had come up with a plausible reason for the blacksmith's shop suddenly exploding (The real reason involved an Elf, some stolen powder, and a match).

In any case, the Elf trudged into the town. He was about to head for the local inn, since it was the cliched first stop at any new town one walks into, and he had no intention of breaking that tradition.

As soon as the Elf entered the city, however, he knew something was wrong. It could have been the fact that there were no lights on in any of the buildings, or the mass amounts of bodies lying on the ground. Either way, he knew instantly that he would never disreguard an instinct ever again. For now, he decided to investigate the situation further. He thought he had heard screams before, and the scene in the town now confirmed his suspicions. The entire town had been slaughtered. Now, Thal was no goody-goody, but he didn't go around commiting pointless genocide, so he decided that he would try and find the one who had killed off an entire village. He moved silently through the shadows, thanking the gods for his mastery of stealth.

After a short while, a man came into view. He had crimson red hair, and was in the act of parting a Quendi from his head. Emerging from the shadows, Thal said, "Well now, that wasn't very nice."

The Elf pulled out his own katana, which slid out of his belt, accompanied a metallic ringing sound. He held his weapon down at his right side as he addressed the one who had brought the town to chaos.

"Do tell me, what exactly was the reason for laying waste to this harmless town? Did they insult your hair? I would assume that you would be used to that by now, because, frankly, that is the most rediculous hairstyle I have ever seen." Thal smiled a little bit. "In fact, I've seen muddy gorillas who's fur looked far better than your hair. At least they don't look like their head is on fire.

"Or was it simply because you felt like killing innocents, like your kind so often does? Honestly, I don't see a point in it, unless there is some sort of monetary reward involved. In any case, I am wasting both of our time by speaking, so how about we just fight, I kill you, and everybody lives happily ever after... Except for you, of course. And this town. And that blacksmith who's forge I burnt down last week."

Thal held his arm out in front of him, his blade an extention of his limb, the tip pointed at the red-haired man's chest. "Ladies first," Thal said with a smirk.

So, the stranger turned out to be another Quendi. Interesting; Denzel was sure he had taken care of every Elf that resided in this village. Oh well, one more to add to the bundle, he supposed. However, everything changed when the man began to talk.

"Do tell me, what exactly was the reason for laying waste to this harmless town? Did they insult your hair? I would assume that you would be used to that by now, because, frankly, that is the most ridiculous hairstyle I have ever seen. In fact, I've seen muddy gorillas who's fur looked far better than your hair. At least they don't look like their head is on fire."

"My hair?," Denzel queried, looking up as he picked a strand of his fiery red locks and looked at it for a bit, before dropping it and turning his attention back to the joker of an elf, "You think you'll get anywhere by insulting me? You must be a pretty bad warrior. Anyway, at least I don't wear clothes that were patched together with a broken rock."

"Or was it simply because you felt like killing innocents, like your kind so often does? Honestly, I don't see a point in it, unless there is some sort of monetary reward involved. In any case, I am wasting both of our time by speaking, so how about we just fight, I kill you, and everybody lives happily ever after... Except for you, of course. And this town. And that blacksmith who's forge I burnt down last week." The Elf had finished, before pointing his drawn weapon at Denzel's chest, before assuming that Denzel was indeed of the female variety.

"You know, you talk way too much." Was all Denzel had to say after that, before gripping the handle of Gwath'Tál firmly and then strafing to his right with great speed. His hair whipped against his face due to the wind resistance, but Denzel was far from done. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he jutted forward, bringing up his katana in a backwind vertical strike aimed for the neck. Denzel was slim, but built like a gladiator. His speed was unparalleled and caught many of his opponents off guard. Seeing as the Quendi in this village were so weak that he didn't even have to use such speeds, he was sure he'd surprise this newcomer and end the fight before it even began.

((OOC: Jeeze, we both have lightning reflexes. Writing will most certainly not do this battle justice. We need a video camera and a big screen TV.))
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Thal stood, sitll pointing his sword at his opponent's chest. He smiled as the red haired man responded to his jests.

"You know, you talk way too much."

"You may not believe it, but I've heard that before," Thal said with a slight smirk. As his opponent began to strafe right, Thalanis turned with him, holding his sword level with his enemy's chest. Thal knew an attack was upcoming, but he wasn't sure how or when. The Elf's legs tensed as he readied himself to dodge the attack. His arms also tightened incase he was unable to avoid the attack, and had to block it instead.

"You disgust me," Thal said before the fight could start, his mood changing from light, to extremely pissed off. "You come into the home of the Elves and decimate an entire town. You will pay for this, if it takes every last breath in your body."

The Quendi's green eyes hardened and intensified as he planted his feet firmly on the ground. Then, his enemy attacked. It was a smiple, vertical strike, but it was surprisingly fast. Thal spun to the left, swinging his katana around each time he spun. He made sure to stay close to his enemy, so that the attacks would hit if not blocked or dodged.

As Thal spun, his cloak spun out behind him, whipping around the air. His tunic fluttered a bit, and his short hair waved a bit. After three full revolutions, Thal stopped spinning, and jumped backwards away from his opponent. With any luck, he would already be cut to ribbons, but it was not likely.

Well, it seemed as if this Elf had some combat training. Uncommon, but not unheard of. After all, you did have Denzel. Even as Denzel strafed to the right with impressive speed, the Elf's eyes never left his own. Denzel found this curious and wondered if the Elf would perhaps be the next obstacle that he'd have to overcome in order to reach the newest plateau of power. Whatever the case, Denzel had attacked, and the Elf had responded as such. He spun upon his heel, bringing his own sword around with him. The first strike blocked Denzel's slice. The second knocked Denzel's sword back. The third aimed right at Denzel's wrist. He flicked it downward and jumped back at the same time, blocking the blow with a swift kick of his boot's sole. Landing only a few feet back, Denzel knew that his leg was shocked from the force of impact. He wasn't able to equal out the amount of force quickly enough, and his calf had stiffened up against the bone. It hurt like hell, but Denzel didn't let his face betray his emotions.

"Well, well, so the actions may just support the words. Interesting..." Denzel said, feeling his calf muscles begin to relax as time slipped away. He had to stall for a decent amount of time where his right leg could return to normal. In this condition, his speed would be impaired and he'd limp, giving away his injury. His opponent was an Elf, and his sharp eyes would catch such a target and aim for what was already hurt. That was what Denzel had to avoid at all cost.

"They call me Bloodspill, for obvious reasons. What is your labeling, Elf?" Denzel asked, ignoring the harsh words that the man had spit at Denzel earlier. Seemed he was quite the unstable one, flicking from annoyingly docile to outright pissed. It was very strange, seeing as he was an Elf, and Elves hardly suffered such emotional problems. If he was a Human, or a Drow, that'd be a completely different manner, however...

Thal finished his attack and stood facing "Bloodspill." He saw that his attack didn't work, and he became slightly annoyed at himself for not coming up with a better tactic. His annoyance quickly ebbed, though, as the demonic Elf addressed him once again. His initial intensity ebbed a bit as he put on a good-natured act. It was quite obvious, to any who cared to pay attention, that it was a false front, and that he was still fairly pissed of. Who wouldn't be, though? If a random dude just busted into your hometown and killed everybody in sight and you weren't angry, there is something wrong. Either you are a heartless jerk, or you had some serious mommy issues. Neither of these reasons applied to Thal, so, naturally, he wanted to incapacitate this attacker and shove his head up a horse's bum.

He didn't let any of this show, however. He simply assumed a sarcastically friendly air, and replied. "The way I see it, you should play better than you talk. If not, well, you will most likely end up dead pretty quickly, what with all these random, red-haired lunatics running around."

Thal gave a friendly smile to the other Elf as he spoke a bit more. Frankly, Thalinis was growing tired of exchanging pleasentries with this psychopath, but he would tolerate it... for now.

"I'm not really into labels," Thal replied. "But if I could choose anything in the world to call myself, it would be something like 'Ultimate B.A.' Yes, I rather like that. I think that will be my new name. So, for the rest of our time together, and so, the rest of your life, you may call me 'Ultimate B.A.'"

A smile on his face, Thal began to bounce on his feet, and move around his enemy. "Now, shall we fight, or would you like me to make you a cup of tea?" The Elf stopped hopping around, his katana in his right hand, his left hand empty. He extended his left arm, palm facing the red-haired Elf. Then, he rolled his hand over so that it was palm-up, and curled his fingers a few times, in a "Bring it on" gesture.

((OOC: For the gesture at the end, think The Rock... or even Neo from the Matrix... something like that.))

The more the Elf talked, the more relaxed the muscles became in his leg. He continued to gibber on and on about nothing, and Denzel stood there, arms folded across his chest, as finally, he flexed his leg just slightly to test the muscles. They stretched and relaxed perfectly. Excellent. Just when the male Elf was getting to be too much of a burden to deal with anymore. He watched with a perked brow as the Elf stuck a palm out, the flicked his wrist and did an odd gesture with his fingers. Denzel sneered and took it as a challenge. His right hand flipped the katana around and sheathed it behind him, before he let out a booming laugh.

"If you don't mind, I think I'll refer to you as Monkey." Denzel taunted, before moving forward with one step and swiping his left hand out to knock away the extended hand that Monkey had before him, while Denzel's right arm coiled up the muscles inside as it was cocked back behind his back. He then thrust it forward, watching his fist rocket towards Monkey's face with unparalleled velocity. A flash of orange and yellow light from the side of them illuminated the area and cast the two combatants in a silhouette. Behind them, the village was being slowly destroyed. The fires were spreading to flammable objects, mostly Dwarven rum. Such a mixture of chemicals was causing small explosions to take place in nearly every other cottage. A swirling inferno danced upon the hay-laid roofs of the moderately built homes. The moon above cast a dim light upon the already smoldering black piles of burnt wood and grass. Paven stone streets were filled with streams of blood as corpses littered their surface, already starting to decay.

This scene would be known everywhere. Man, woman, nor child would be safe from Denzel's wrath. It was his longing to cast the realm of Arda into complete chaos. Only through complete destruction could rebirth and rejuvenation truly take place. He would destroy this world with his bare hands and then recreate it, raising the demons of hell to walk amongst the earth. The denizens of the dark realm would no longer be a fabled myth. Nay, Denzel would bring about the changing of the entire realm. And it all started with this fist fight amongst the flaming remains of a once proud Elven village.

Thal smiled at Denzel's comment.

"If you don't mind, I think I'll refer to you as Monkey."

He even chuckled a bit. This was cut short by his opponent sheathing his weapon. To make things fair, Thal slid his own katana back into its sheath, his arm still extended, fingers still waving. The demonic Elf knocked his hand away, and proceeded to land a punch on the Quendi's face. Thal's head snapped backward, but righted itself quickly. Not wasting any time, Thal swung his right hand at the side of Denzel's neck in a chopping motion. He followed this up by bringing his right hand back close to his body, using the force of his arm to propell himself around, swinging his left leg first, and then his right leg around in quick succession. The first kick was aimed at his enemy's chest, the second at his knees.

Thal jumped back quickly after he completed his graceful, almost choreographed-looking attack, and bounced a bit on the balls of his feet. He prepared himself for an attack from Denzel, while flexing his jaw muscles. They hurt. Bad. This made Thal angry, and he didn't think Denzel would like him when he was angry. Unless the demonic Elf enjoyed having his rear end handed to him on a wooden platter. Yes, a wooden platter. A silver platter is much to expensive to waste on somebody like this traitorous elf.
((OOC: Sorry for the short post. I've been writing since I got home... And I'm not so great at writing long combat posts))

He rejoiced in the feeling of his knuckles colliding into the firm bone of Monkey's jaw, causing his head to snap back from the force. He sneered and made to punch the same area again, but his attack was cut short by a sort of chopping assault at his neck. The side of Monkey's hand swiftly slammed into the area where his neck met the shoulder. The called it the collarbone. The force of impact caused Denzel's head to automatically recoil and jut inward at the point of collision. He teeth clenched as he tried to push through the pain. What the hell kind of move was that? He had never anticipated such a maneuver. He quickly snapped out of his daze, however, as Monkey made use of the opening and connected his left foot with Denzel's open chest. He was winded for a moment, but his instincts kicked in and he used the force of the kick to propel his backflip, dodging the follow up attack barely. He landed on his hands first, then he pushed off to right himself.

"Opening." Denzel said in an almost rushed whisper as the ball of his right foot touched stone. He then pushed off of it with all his might and raised up his right elbow to slam into the throat of the still airborne Monkey. The momentum of Denzel's phenomenal speed would add a crushing blow to his already strong attack. Even as he executed that attack, he cocked back his left arm as the muscles coiled up to add power to the execution. After his charge connected, he would follow through with a strong left blow to Monkey's stomach. If this attack winded him, he would finally bring his waist upward and slam his right knee into Monkey's side to fling him into the ground. Denzel forgot how exhilarating it was to fight with his bare hands. It felt good. He felt even stronger. The adrenaline rushed through his blood stream, making his heart pump faster, producing more blood. The runes all over his torso seemed to pulsate with excitement. They always did that when Denzel was truly feeling the fight. It served it's own purpose, usually distracting the opponent into a movement of disgust, which Denzel would then take and deliver a killing blow to them. He wondered how it would affect Monkey, if it did at all.

Thal saw the attack coming. Unfortunately he was off balence, and unable to mount a proper counter attack. Luckily, he threw his arms up in front of his head just in time to catch the elbow wth his forearm, before it could connect with his neck. The force of the attack propelled him backwards along with Denzel. Thal knew he was in trouble. His opponent was in control now, and he was on the defensive.

His thoughts were cut short by a fist coming at his chest. Thal's hand shot in front of him and caught the fist. He pivoted on his toes, spun his hips, and pulled as hard as he could on Denzel's arm, attempting to flip the demonic Elf over his hip. If this worked, and his opponent did, in fact, land on his back, Thal would front flip as a way to gain momentum and speed, and slam his legs into Denzel's chest at the end of the flip.

If it failed, and Denzel neglected to move, Thal would pull himself closer to his enemy, and slam his fist into his chest.

Denzel smirked as his elbow was caught by Monkey's right hand. However, he had put so much force into it, that it was sending both of the foes towards the ground. This didn't stop Denzel's left hook from going towards Monkey's chest. Sadly, Monkey caught this attack too. However, he suddenly went on the offensive. He dug his back leg into the ground, before using the momentum of Denzel's elbow charge to try and flip Denzel over onto his back in a slam. Denzel was as fast as Monkey was, perhaps even faster, so such an attempt did not go unnoticed. As he came around, Denzel dug his own feet into the ground and stopped the slam ahead of time. Now they just stood there in a locked position.

"Try harder." Denzel muttered with a sneer. His runes kept pulsating against his flesh. A small sliver of something crawled up his neck, but he managed to contain his composure. His demonic powers were urging to be set loose, but Denzel didn't want to pull his full strength out in this fight. He'd simply use his bare hands and whoever won would win until they met again. Denzel's thoughts were interrupted by Monkey releasing his elbow to go for a punch to Denzel's chest. Denzel smirked. He had just made another opening. Denzel strafed to the right with exceptionally speed, before using his other grasped hand to his advantage. He tugged it forward and made a surprisingly fast uppercut towards Monkey's face. He pushed his body to it's limits, forcing his full speed behind this small burst of power.

"Beware the Bloodspill..."

Thal felt Denzel resist his pull, so he decided to go for a punch in the gut. The demonc Elf dodge the attack, and launched an uppercut at Thal's face. The Elf couldn't help but feel like his opponent underestimated him. He decided that it may actually be a good thing that he thought that way. It would give him an edge in the battle later on. For now, however, Thal would show the other Elf that he was quite capable of defending himself.

Denzel's arm whizzed upwards through the air at Thal's head. In actuality, the action probably took a fraction of a second, but that was all the Elf needed. He jerked his head to the right, pivoting his entire body so that his right side faced Denzel. Thal grabbed his enemy's arm and pulled himself at the red haired Elf. It's my turn to exploit an opening, Thal thought.

Try harder? If you say so.

The elf pulled with all of his might on his opponent's arm. The force of his pull brought his shoulder at Denzel's face quickly, since his shoulder was less than a meter away to begin with. If the attack connected, and Denzel was stunned momentarily, Thal would slide behind him and put him in a sleeper hold. If it missed or was blocked, the Elf would bring his left arm in to protect himself quickly until his right arm was available.

"Beware the Monkey..." Thal responded in mid-attack.