Ploay leaned her back against a tree as she sat on the branch taping her foot on the branch. As he foot tapped on the branch, small pieces of bark came falling down to the ground. Not paying any thought to this, the archangel kept looking up where the leaves were parted and light came though. Ploay smiled from the warm sun. But then a pixie got in front of Ploay’s view and shock caused her to fall off. She could feel the rush of the wind at he back as she fell to the ground then finally hit the earth. The pain was so unimaginable Ploay grit her teeth to keep from crying out. Rising herself on her shoulder, she noticed that there were more pixies. Gold pixie dust everywhere making a haze. With a shake of her head, the dizziness seized and she pushed herself up on her feet.

As she looked down at the pixies, Ploay reasoned that the bark that she sent down was coming too close for comfort to the smaller creatures. With a small bow, “Sorry.” Ploay said then started to walk away. It was wrong to pick on others, and doing so made Ploay wonder just who she was. No angel would be so careless where their were small creatures around. Such thoughts made Ploay think deep and hard. She stopped walking when she came upon a hollow. But the light shining in it made her quickly turn her head. I wish I knew how to explore it without blinding myself, Ploay thought to herself.

Onid sat beneath a tree not far from a hollow. He had been meditating for some time now. He still had all his memories from life and the only one he didn't hate was of his meditating. When meditating nothing is right and nothing is wrong, everything is at peace. Most of the time such meditation is impossible, but the martial arts training from his past life helped. He was deep in thought when something dragged him back to this world. The pixies were all gone from this area, they didn't stay long when he was around. Even with the creatures being so far away it seemed as though something caused them to get louder. He rose up and his muscles tightened and then relaxed. I wonder what has made the little fire-flys upset.

He thought he heard something coming from the hollow, but shrugged it off. The feeling that someone was close came right back though. He listened and felt a small vibration. He walked to the edge of the hollow and bent down beside a tree. He saw an angel on the other side of the hollow. I bet she is lost. Why would an angel be here? Maybe she is what is causing the fairies to gather. Never the less of why she is here, she is an angel and would be a great kill. Yes a great test shall this be. He would wait for the proper moment to strike, he grabbed the hilt of his katana and got ready to attack.

Ploay leaned up against a tree rubbing her eyes that made her see spots for looking directly at the light. That light was nothing like what she has seen before, even as an angel who has lived a good while. Something about the light allowed Ploay to gain interest in it, how is that light being made? Ploay thought to herself as her stretched her back allowing a small crack, which she gave out a sight with.

Everything felt peaceful here, as if no wrong even wanted to tempt the magic in the area. The place was so magically charged that Ploay could feel a warm energy touching her wings. She stretched out her wings at full length, her wings shook as she did this. After squinting awhile, the spots in her vision seemed to disappear and walk out of the direct light of the hollow. Ploay advanced to the behind the hollow, trying to figure a way in without blinding herself. As her hand reached to touch the hollowed tree she stopped herself. Something was awfully wrong here, and it hit her: the pixies didn’t make a noise, that or they weren’t there. Surly they wouldn’t leave their wonderful home just because bits of bark fall down upon them.

Looking with her eyes she pretended not to notice a thing as her hand touched the bark. If there was something out there that wanted to do harm, they would come out at Ploay. And another thing hit her, the haze of pixie dust lessened; this made Ploay’s finger twitch as if it wanted to grab the hilt of her air sword for comfort. But soon she relaxed, waited, and concentrated on the area around her. Her eyes scanned the trees, ground, anywhere something could hide. She was looking for some type of animal, or beast.

The angel now leaned on a tree not far from Onid's location. He pulled his katana out about an inch, trying to make as little noise as possible. He felt that he was hidden enough that she could not see him, so even if she had heard a noise it would be hard to tell where he was. Onid scanned her facial expressions best he could from his location. Though even with the distance between them, it seemed as though she was looking for something. Has she sensed my presence? Can she feel the death that is me. Onid thought that maybe her being an angel was giving her some sort of power to sense death. Onid didn't know for sure for this was his first encounter with an angel. Onid took a deep breath then tightened the grip on his katana.

Onid dug his feet into the ground and then pushed off. He had completely cleared his cover, now she would see her attacker. At the begining of his jump he positioned his blade over his head and quickly gripped the remaining space of the hilt with his left hand. He was open to his taget, but he had suprise on his side. The light from the hollow caught his eye, but he squinted heavily and did not faulter from his attack.

Ploay’s eye flashed silver as her combat reflexes told her to move or do something for harm was coming her way. Quickly she snapped her head in the direction where she heard the sound of rushing footsteps. Her hair whipped across her neck as her placed her palm outwards to the attacker. Ever since she saw the bight light of the hollow, and the soundless pixies that she knew something was wrong. Although Ploay was surprise that someone would attempt to fight an angel head on like that, maybe this creature didn’t value his life too much. Ploay couldn’t help but find it silly to not only fight an archangel, but to fight Ploay the archangel.

When the creature came closer, Ploay sent out a gust of wind from her left hand. The gust had enough power to push any creature his size backwards a few yards. This would give her the time to think how to react to this, thing. She could feel the chill from the wind as she gazed at the target. “You wish to fight me oh unwise one?” Ploay said without giving any emotion, this creature didn’t scare her in the least, no matter how ugly it looked. Ploay placed her right foot horizontal and her left foot vertical. The archangel waited to unleash some of the built up frustration on this very unlucky being.

Onid was caught off gaurd when she fired the gust of wind at him. He was flung back about three yards, and his katana landed blade first in the ground next to him. He landed on his back, but softened the fall with his hands pressing back to catch him. He kicked his legs upward a second after he hit the ground, the force flipped him back up to face his opponent. He put his hand over his sword's hilt and then gripped it tightly. He yanked the blade out of the ground then calmly wiped the dirt off of the blade. His eyes add adjusted to the light, but only a small degree. Onid was not sure if any creature could stand the light for to long. Onid twisted his neck from side to side, large poping sounds rang in the air.

It seemed like a slim chance that he would win, but he cared not about this existance, life had already ended from him. Lothlomendil skipped his judgement into the hall of the dead once she would propably do it again. "So do you think you scare me? Don't get your hopes up about killing me, I'm already dead and I welcome my judgement." Onid positioned his blade in front of him aiming at Ploay. His right hand at the back of the hilt and his left on the side. He began his sprint towards her, if he was destroyed better an angel than anything else. His blade kept perfectly level with ground as he moved. "End me now!" Onid screamed as he rushed Ploay.

The archangel leaned back and felt the tree, maybe I can have some fun with him before I hurt him. She thought to herself without showing any expression as the creature advanced, screaming like a crazy chicken with its head cut off. Ploay couldn’t understand what his problem was, and to tell the truth she didn’t care. As she pivoted on her heel she did a whirlwind feat to the side then quickly broke out in running towards the light. Her hands covered her eyes to keep from going blind. Turning around her back was to the light, her plan was to get the creature running into the light and thus blinding himself. And maybe leaving her alone for a couple more years or so.

The warmness from the light brought her back to her angelic home. Although since it has been centuries being used to such a light, this light was almost to hot to be close to. So, she looked up the tree and saw a branch, with a blink of an eye she was above the ground. Ploay didn’t quite make it to the branch for she was at an angle that she couldn’t see it. But she was able to grab the branch, struggling she got on top the branch and looked down. Ploay was interested in what happened to the creature, for she wasn’t in any mood to fight right now. The archangel didn’t like fighting weak opponents they bore her, so she didn’t waste her time.

Onid's blade sliced the air where Ploay had been a split second earlier. Onid's eyes watched as she made her escape. He then began to turn and run after her and his left eye started to gain green and blue spots in it. He quickly closed his eyes and stopped. His meditation earlyer had given him a decent idea of his surroundings, he slowly started to move towards the spot he had last seen Ploay. His eyes now opened yet facing the ground avoiding most the glare. He angled himself to where his back was to the light. He then looked around for Ploay, yet found nothing. He knew she was close he then closed his eyes and searched with his feelings, yes there it was the life sense that the angel had put off earlier.

He looked up into the tree and pointed his sword at her. "Why do you run from me? I know that your not this much of a coward. Now fight!" Onid then calmed himself, for even in death anger can be a bitter enemy. He waited in silence for a moment then thought of an idea. He eyed the branch she was on and tryed to figure out the distance. He thought that his plan would be suffice for what he needed. Onid bowed to his opponent then acted as he was walking away, but before he had turned into the blinding light his foot pivoted back towards the tree and his sprint began. He hit the tree with the side off his foot and pushed off upwards at the branch. He swung his katana hard in an attempt to cut the branch and possibly knock her to the ground. He was impressed at his own speed in preforming this act and hoped that it was fast enough to catch her off guard.

Ploay looked down at the creature with an emotionless bored stare. She assumed the being was too weak for her blade or skills. Sure the archangel could live quite a long time, but wasting her time on this fool was not the way she was going to live her days. A sigh of disappointment came from her breath as she saw the creature starting to leave. Shifting her weight on one side of her hips, she crossed her arms. “Idiot,” Ploay muttered to herself thinking that a creature should be ashamed to think he could take on an archangel. Maybe the whole reason that he wanted to fight was to end is life as a living undead. Ploay felt that there was something odd about him, she felt no life, soul, or spirt that normal living creatures gave out. There seemed to be utter death in the creature’s eyes, the same death that Ploay was familiar with. Living more than five hundred years you tend to see people die left and right: strangers, friends, and family; sometimes the archangel was the cause of death.

Then in a blink of an eye Ploay say the being turn back toward her, push off the tree with his glistened katana in it’s bony, crummy, little hands. The archangel squinted, this being is more an idiot then I thought, she thought to herself. One thing that Ploay as learned with her age-old wisdom is: never get off guard. Quickly she pushed off from the branch into the air allowing her to somewhat hover over the undead creature before gravity pulled her down. The katana was coming in too close for comfort, so Ploay sent a gust of wind to push the creature’s hand away to the said. The archangel extended her leg to do a downward kick right into the creature’s face. She felt more excited and somewhat surprised that he would try such a stunt, then dumbly finding that she was also doing a chancy stunt. But Ploay liked to take chances, just to see the outcome of life. And since the creature wanted a fight so badly, so be it.

Onid was growing increasingly angry when she jumped from the branch. It appeared that this fight was going to be harder than he thought. Onid's blade moved about three inches from the gust of wind, and so did he. Onid didn't want to allow the angel a hit, but being in mid air he had no choice. The only thing he could do was shift his body slightly to the side. Ploay's kick smacked into his left shoulder and sent him straight down into the ground. He however managed to preform a quick flip and landed on his feet. Her quick was strong, but it was still just a kick so his arm was only sore and nothing else. He was lucky it could have been worse, had it been his face.

Onid quickly turned around to face his opponent, as she made her descent. He brought his katana's hilt up to his chin and the blade in focus between his eyes. His left hand pulled back, his index and middle finger extended and the others closed. Onid's knees were now slightly bent and he tightened his legs and prepared to either attack or defend, Ploay's next move would decide that. The stance he was in was his favorite during life and remained his favorite in death. "I have to hand it to you that was nice, but it's going to take alot more to end me." Onid was actually enjoying himself, for it had been a while since he had, had a challenge. Ploay was far better outfitted than him, but Onid knew that it was equipment that won wars, it was the person.

Ploay landed on her feet allow her knees to buckle then hit the earth. Looking up, Ploay raised herself with her knees as she looked at the undead creature. The wind softly blew in her ear as if to say something. Ploay pondered why this undead creature wanted to die again as she slotched to one side of her hips. She stared at him with an emotionless stare over uncaring, he was was going to fight her, he should at least give her somewhat of a challenge. Ploay yawned out of boredom as she scratched her left shoulder a bit. This being was too focused on his blade, and not his own skill, maybe that was the reason this fight was so boring.

A part of her wanted to ask him if he would stop, but talking to a dead person would be like talking to a rock. The archangel figured that she needed to peak his interest somehow, “lets make this more interesting, because lately, this fight is making me go to sleep,” She paused a little, “If your interested in what I have in mind tell me, if not keep coming at me like a silly midget brute.” In her head she was smirking, but Ploay was rather serious. Ploay stood up strait, lowering her arms to her side. Ploay was watching and waiting, she wasn’t the one to charge an attack, her favorite fighting style was countering attack.

Ploay's attempt to make Onid's intrest spark only resulted in a opposite effect. He was now angry that she was insulting him, after all if she grew bored of the fight then she could have done something aside run away like a coward every time he attacked. Onid threw his sword into the ground and looked at Ploay smiling. "You angels think your so tough, but your really weaker than you know. You are basically given everything and are never forced to work for it, no I will not stop my attack. Intstead if you truly wished to make things more interesting, you could stop fleeing like a coward!"

Onid dislocated his arm then spun it around and it popped back into place. He thought of this angel as a challenge, at least before he had started fighting her. Now he thought of her as a little kid trying to run away everytime danger came near. Onid stood prepared to fight this angel without any weapons. Most might think him crazy, indeed he was, but he was also not someone to mess with. He had heard enough from this weakling, now she would be punished. He stood in silence waiting for the angel to say whatever insult she had to his suggestion and his harsh comment.

Perfect silence was in the air with the exception of the leaves rustling in the trees. The archangel was silent with an emotionless stare. Onid had hit a sore spot in her soul, he knew nothing about the years of torture she had gone thought, and is still going though. What right did he have to say these things, to Ploay he was nothing but a small flea. But his word angered her to where her eye brows were close to touching. Taking a deep breath, Ploay held it in, then slowly let the air out. It was getting a tad chill, but perfect for a fight. She wanted to tell him to get strong then she will fight him, but Ploay knew every idiot had their own surprises lurking somewhere.

“You know nothing about me, fool.” Ploay paused to look down then looked at the undead creature. “I will fight you, if you still want to. I just don’t see to point in fighting you, doesn’t seem like you could cause much harm.” Her tone was serious, not in a mocking manner. The archangel would fight him, but if he didn’t show a challenge soon, Ploay would fall asleep out of boredom.

Onid gave himself a silent nod, he was happy that Ploay sounded angry. Onid then heard her last comments “You know nothing about me, fool. I will fight you, if you still want to. I just don’t see to point in fighting you, doesn’t seem like you could cause much harm.” And she believes to know something of me, yeah right. Know one knows what I endure, but I shall give her a sample. Onid bowed to his opponent and tilted his head up so that his eyes met hers. "You think I can cause no harm, well prehaps you would care to say that fist to fist. I doubt an angel would fare well if she had her wings snapped."

Onid rose up and clinched his hands into fist. His right leg strecthed out past his left. If the angel were a truly an opponent that valued honor she would accept his request. He figured that if not he would have a second or two to grab his blade and defend himself. Though he honestly doubted her willingness to attack, after all she had fleed up to this point. He waited in the silence and focused his mind on the task at hand. Now Onid was truly at peace with his mind, he would not lose without a fight.

“I doubt an angel would fare well if she had her wings snapped.” Ploay snickered in her head at this, I see you have fared well without a brain, she thought to herself. She kept it in though, there wasn’t any point in insulting. Now it was time to fight, and show this creature just why you don’t bother an angel. Although, Ploay did admire his determination so she would fulfill his wishes and fight him. If he could die once, he could die again. As the undead being bowed, Ploay bowed to it. The archangel had honor in her heart, she was raised by a good marital artist teacher. In fact most of her training was surrounded by basic marital arts, with hand to hand fighting Ploay would have this battle in the bag.

The archangel extended her right leg in front of her left, then slightly bent to the ground. Her right hand slowly swept vertically in front of her as her left hand was held close to her face. Ploay’s hands where flat with her fingertips ready to strike. Her left hand thumb was pointed at her chin as she looked into the undead man’s eyes. She was ready, the archangel concentrated greatly on the being in front of her. Ploay waited and watched for his next move.

Onid gave a small sigh and then huffed under his breath. This angel was actually going to fight him hand to hand. Onid gave a wide smile almost as if he wanted to brag or to tell her what she was in for. He had never lost a hand to hand fight, well at least the fair ones. He had lost once, but that was niether hand to hand or fair, and it killed him. He was greatly excited to start, but not enough to were it clouded his mind. He relaxed his muscles then opened his hands. He hated to fight someone with a fist unless they were going to use there fist.

It was obvious he was going to have to attack first, so he observed her stance. It was a basic and yet effective stance. She was very well guarded and could do some damage if she attacked. He took his hands and smacked them together, under his breath chanting a small spell. After he stopped speaking a large dome of energy encircled them. Now that no spells could be cast he was certain he would win. He looked up at her and then sprinted of at her. He hopped into the air after he was about two and a half feet from her. He was only a couple of feet off the ground, as he kicked with his right leg at her left side. Which from her stance was the most vulnerable spot. Onid brought his left leg in to guard from counter attack and ducked his right arm into his side to keep it safe. His left arm hung back so that his hand almost touched his shoulder. His smile was gone and all that remained was a killer.

Ploay wasn’t surprised that the being tried to attack her, for some reason he had some sort of lust to kill her. There seemed to be no reason for it, and it Ploay couldn’t understand why he had drive to fight. The pixie dust almost completely vanished from the area for there weren’t any pixies around. For an angel’s point of view it was slightly depressing to see tiny creatures leaving their homes. Ploay swiftly looked around, this was really a wonderful place. She turned her head away from the bight light from the hollow. It was odd for a holy being to be so sensitive to such a light, maybe there was something more behind the light then what it appeared.

How the angel’s eyes were, they were showing her mind wasn’t on this fight. Ploay couldn’t just get in a fight and be thrilled, the opponent would have to show themselfs to be a challenge. And that is just what she was about to get as she saw the creature chant words. The wind quickly picked up then settled as a magical dome encircled them. In a wink of an eye Ploay felt different, but couldn’t place what it was.

Then her opponent charged at Ploay, and in no more then three feet in the air he tried to kick her. Ploay squinted to find a way to hit him. Her combat reflexes were begging her to do something. And all of a sudden, something just snapped in her as she leapt backwards then upwards from the ground spinning. She out stretched her both of her legs in the air, and held her arms close to her chest making a devastating whirlwind attack. Her goal, to block his attack with both feet and maybe hit his face a bit.

Onid was becoming really angry, his opponent wasn't even paying attention, but that would be her downfall. Onid was in a decent enough position to guard himself well from an attack. He quickly brought his hands up to his face and braced himself. That was about all he could do being in the air. His feet hit the ground first though, so he smashed his boots into the ground. Ploay's feet hit his forearms hard and Onid's footing slipped a bit. Using his combat reflexes he kicked swiftly into the air with his left foot, the second Ploay's attack had stopped touching him.

Onid could tell this fight wan't going to be easy. Sure he still thought he was going to win, but he need to find a way to keep her from using that whrilwind attack. For some reason she had to keep to the air rather than stay on the ground. Onid hated cowards and he felt like he was simply chasing after a scared mouse.

His technique for this match would be simple, catch her off guard then make sure she can't get off the ground. She being an angel made this easier actually. Onid gave a wicked smile in his inner thoughts and he simply focused on the fight. She was finished.

The archangel’s whirlwind jump wasn’t working, all Onid was doing was blocking. She admired his brains for he didn’t jump into her kicks like she thought he may do. He showed her that he knew one or two things, but still she wasn’t entirely impressed. And since she only knew the basic martial arts for she had to leave her home before she could finish learning any more. She would have to use her mind, and maybe just freestyle her fighting to stand a chance. Ploay stopped spinning and crouched down to the ground as Onid’s left foot kicked at her. Using the momentum from the spin, and her cleave feat, she swept her leg against the back of his knee in hopes to make him fall. After and if he fell Ploay would stand up, take his leg and through him on his back. Surprisingly this fight was actually beginning to get fun. It was even more entertaining that she never got his name, or the reason he was even attacking her in the first place.

((sorry its short, I used up all my rping skills for the day in one topic))

Onid watched as his kick missed its target. He quickly brought his right arm down to his side and bent to the ground, so that he was now kneeling. Now at his crouch stance they were at eye level again. Her attack hit his upper arm and he used all his past training to swing his arm about and attempted to catch her leg as the kick connected. If his plan worked as he wanted it to, he would have her by the leg the moment her leg went back to withdrawl. Onid however was not sure if he could gain enough of an edge just gripping her leg with one hand. He pivoted his feet and the knee he was kneeling on so that he could spin his body around abit. He threw his left hand towards Ploay's face with all his speed.

Overall if the grab missed then he still had a chance to hit her in the face. He hoped both happened. It was an akward position he was in, but it worked for the situation. Though normally he would be open to attack, her position now made it hard to fight back. From Onid's prespective she would have a hard time fighting back, it looked as though even defending would be hard. The last thing he wanted was to underestimate this opponent.

Ploay struggled to get free from an awkward position. But the creature had grabbed her leg, and Ploay couldn’t get loose. A hard smack in the face made a red mark on her chin. Ploay fell backwards and landing on the hard ground. The archangel didn’t like fighting hand to hand, it was very uncomfortable. Ploay whipped her body around and brought her other leg to hit Onid right in the face. She was on her hands, taking a deep breath she attempted to use a gust of wind to just herself all the way up. But all came out was a normal small breath, no wind. What as he done?! Ploay screamed in her mind. Without the wind how could she wind this? Ploay’s mind raced as she started to pull the creature down with her, if he was holding on her leg still. Her plan was to lay down and get him into a headlock, hoping that just maybe his old dead neck would snap off.

Onid could do nothing from his current position as Ploay's kick hit him. The kick had done some damage and distracted him enough, so that Ploay could complete her headlock. Onid realized that he could make this work for him in the long run. He allowed her to try and snap his neck, he knew it would never happen. Though he was dead his body was no where near the decomposed state that cursed other undead creatures. He went perfectly calm and waited for the slightest moment for her to give in, even a little. If she loosened her grip he had a plan up his sleeve.

He was glad he didn't need air because he would have passed out by now. He then, was sure he could feel her losing her grip. Though even if she wasn't losing her grip he was going to have to find a way to fight back. He pulled on her legs to try to shake them away from his neck, he then realized the answer was much more simple. He moved his right hand down to her ankle and felt for a pressure point. He then clenched the spot with full force. If she didn't let go this move would hurt her, or possibly even break her ankle. Either outcome was fine for Onid.

The archangel held in a yelp as she saw her headlock wasn’t working, and the dead abomination did something to her ankle. It felt so bad it took all of her strength not to cry out as she pulled her legs apart, unaware if he still was grabbing on her legs or not. But Ploay was determined not to have her move go to waste. Her feet were behind his thighs, then, aiming for the middle of his back, she thrust her palms on the middle of his back, but half her palm was aimed at the shoulder. Her attempt was to hit him there as hard as possible, hoping to pop both shoulder blades out, decomposed or not.

The archangel wasn’t used to close ranged fights, she liked long distances or medium. Ploay hoped that whatever was stopping her from doing magic attacks, would die down already. She also hoped she could survive that long. This creature didn’t seem at all new to fighting like this, and already she was having a hard time getting her grounds. I am not going to lose, Ploay whispered to herself in her head. This wouldn’t be the best place to die, and if she did die, she didn’t want to know what this ‘thing’ would do to her. Maybe use her bones as a toothpick, or nothing, but the archangel refused to die, she wouldn’t die.

Onid struggled for a second, then as Ploay pushed into his back he forced himself forward. Though not the most graceful escape he did manage to roll a few feet away from her. He rose to his feet and snapped his left arm back into place. Well...looks like that worked out well for both of us, but I feel I have toyed around long enough. Onid brushed himself off and cracked his neck as he smacked loose dirt from his back. As he stood before the angel he had a thought. She isn't that bad of a fighter, well not that good either, but its clear she doesn't fight to many close combat battles.

Onid bent his knees and walked over to his sword, he rested his hands on the blade's hilt and looked at his opponent. He could have continued the fight, but he wanted to see this angel's combat skill improve. That way she would be more of a challenge and Onid was always looking to better himself. Onid pulled his blade from the ground and flicked the dirt off of it. He held the sword at his side, he wanted to kill something on his way out of the hollow and he was sure something would want to kill him. Onid turned from his opponent and spoke with a cold voice, "Get better, I want the pleasure of killing you when you have grown more in the area of close combat. Oh and next time I will use my martial arts...The name is Onid seek me out when you feel worthy." And as soon as he had finished with his words he took off into a sprint. Next time we meet I will kill you, for I never tire and always train. Be ready...