Battle of the Underdogs: Seph vs Warsman Ooc

Seph was at the ice dragons lair enjoying his day with the team, they were i the backyard as usual having a nice BBQ with paladin on the grill as always.Sephirim was in the pool with Darkchild, andy, and resonate, they were playing marco polo as paladin Prepared the ribs and other foods. lexi watched i laughter as darchild, Sephirim, res, yelled marco and Andy  bestail fashion trying to catch the closet voice. he slipped head first as he tried to cacth the hysterical resonate. Sephirim was forced to stay on the  4 f and lower side of the pool since he couldn't swim.

Foods done!

Everyone jumped out the pool and ran towards the bench table to get plates for there food. Sephirim was eager to eat, he loved Paladins food especially the BBQ ribs, his mouth began to water as he began to think about the texture and delicious flavor of the ribs, simply divine. Sephirim was two people away from getting his food, he was Starving and his lust for the ribs grew as the minutes past. 1 minute past, Sephirim was now 1 person away from getting his food, Paladin looked at seph and chuckled because of how eager he was. then finally.....

Yo Seph come here its very important ! yo  hurry up!

Rayne called Sephirim from the Dragon lair window, and it looked very Serious. Sephirim left his plate and ran into the Dragons lair, He ran upstairs to raynes dorm nervously, he thought that there was something wrong with his dear friend.  He saw rayne sitting on his bed looking at the post of it with a light luminous under face. Sephirim wondered what was making the light, he was he walked towards Sephirim and looked at his hands, he saw a blue Gameboy Adavnce sp , it looked as if he was playing pokemon.

Dude...look aat this pokemon? zapdos i bet you never got him!

Sephirim hen ask

I hope you didnt call me upstairs for that?

Rayne reply's

Yea i kinda did sorry

Seph froze for a min. he began to think about how close he was to getting his food, but then this stupid idiot rayne called him from his location to tell him that he caught a pokemon. Vast amounts of anger developed in sephirim, his blood rushed throughout his veins making them Pulsate,he began to to tremble in rage as he imagined the taste of the delicious rib in his mouth. sephirim then Clutched his Fist with a burst of anger bursting out of his mouth.

YOU S O B!

Sephirim then vigorously hammer punched rayne so hard that he bounced up off the bed and hit the Ceiling with a hard impact causing him to lose consciousness. sephirim then looks out the window, paladin looks at sephirim. From Paladin shrugging his shoulders ,sephirim knew the food was gone. Seph then thought about how hungry he was  and then stops the floor in pure rage.

Sephirim then remembered that he had a battle scheduled with a man named warsman in an lost African forest. seph never heard of  warsman, but he heard of fierce battle stories that he had. that's what inspired Seph to Write Letter to him for a challenge. Warsman honestly didn't think it would be a tough fight as usual. he though he would be able to slay him as if he was a rookie child warrior from VV. Sephirim prepared his weapon and etc and left to the battle grounds

The Arrival

It was warm and humid, misquotes Flooded the African forest, visual of the sun wasnt  great, it was block of by tall exotic trees. The soil of the Forest ground was damp and uncomfortable to walk on, the smell of the forest was disgusting, reeking of monkey corpse and Manure. The Organism of the while would make a great chorus of sounds with some African drum beats. Sephirim kept tripping on vines as he travled to the core of the jungle , where there was a small empty grassy place Supposedly.

As Sephirim walked through the forest, he began to think about how rayne caused him to miss his meal over a pokemon game. He also bagne to think about how his opponent was going to look, he wondered if he was tall,short,fat,,fragile,and other things. He honestly pictured him as a tall muscular figure with a giant claymore. as he terminated to the middle where the meadow was at, he hoped that his opponent would give him fierce competition.

Well looks like i made it first!

Warsman wasn't exactly at home in the humid jungle. The Russian sighed as he wiped his forehead with his hand, shaking the sweat off with a flick of his wrist.

"Why did I agree to fight in this miserable place?" he thought, looking into the trees as rays of sunshine broke through the leaves.

He pounded the back of his fist into a thick tree and it fell with a loud crash into a pile of shattered lumber, an imprint of Warsman's fist firmly planted where he had struck. Sighing, he continued the search for his opponent, who he understood to be a member of ICE. Quite frankly, he couldn't care less.

Slapping another mosquito from his leg, Warsman smirked knowing they wouldn't enjoy the artificial blood in his body anyway. Placing a foot on the tip of a large stone embedded in the ground, he surveyed his location: which wasn't what he was hoping for.

Trees rose everywhere his eyes darted to, some with birds frightened by some creature flying away from their perches. Sighing again, Warsman crouched low and took a leap into the air, his body like a small X in the sky as it was overshadowed by the Sun.

"An open field? Eh, might as well take the chance."

Positioning his body to fall in the exact center of the strange formation, Warsman landed with little effort as he swiftly rose to his feet, his 6' 8" frame exalting with peak physical athleticism.

"You Seph?" he asked a man wandering about aimlessly, who was mumbling something about barbeque.

The man was dressed in odd battle gear with an even odder way of keeping his hair. However, Warsman wasn't the first to question a foe's appearance, as his face was burned off and replaced with a metal mask.

Sephirim walked around the meadow examining it, the sun was now visible beaming an array of light towards sephirims face as he perspired uncontrollably in the heat, his palms were most with sweat, he could taste the salt from his body as the sweat rolled to his lip. his hair began to give of a disgusting odor of vomit because of the moisture,he began to feel lethargic walking around checking if his opponent was hiding anywhere.

the grass in the small plain was short and full of life, there was a tree trunk in the middle of the grassy plain covered with vines. he looked around and saw a Cockatoo staring right at him from a tall tree. Sephirim had never seen a cockatoo, it resembled a parot. he to the middle of to the meadow to get a better view and stared at momentarily. the bird. the feathers on the brid where egg sheel white,clean looking, it had a black beak and back claws with little black beady eyes,beautiful.

then out of nowhere some guy jumps in front of him in a interesting scenic way,he was a tall stucky Bolshevik looking warrior with a long sword pointing from behind him on his strap.he wore this very out of this world type of battle gear that made sephirim urge for it. Sephirim really did not like the way the warrior looked at all, the sight of his opponent was depressing and more of a joke then something to be taken seriously. his height was a bit intimidating to seph because seph was only  '5,9".the man  asked

"You Seph?

Sephirim replied cockily

Yea whats it to ya?


Sephirim began to ready his battle stance, he positioned himself south paw stance ready to fight not to talk,sepehirim spat out flem that was hindering him since the BBQ, he began to crack his neck moving it in a circular clock wise motion.

Are you readY?

Sephirim dashed at his opponent at superb speeds and vaulted into the air with a cocked back right hand fist aiming for his enemies face

hahahaha!

"Are you ready?" the guy said, spitting on the forest floor and cracking his neck.

Smirking, Warsman took a battle stance, his feet spread wide apart and his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

"Let's get this over with, this jungle's pissing me off."

Seph, or whatever his name was, came at Warsman with amazing speed and managed to plow his fist into Warsman's face. But the Russian merely arched his neck to evade some of the impact, cocking it back into place after a few seconds.

"Oh, so you like to brawl don't you?"

Warsman drew a fist back and threw it at his foe's stomach with insane speed and power, enough to at least crack a few ribs.

"Arrogance is the first thing to go when fighting me, punk. You'd better learn that fast."