Clash Of Purity: Sephirim Vs Cly Rpg

Two similar forces possibly allies,two eminence figures with corresponding alignments forced to clash together. How is this possible?fate is inaccurate, but chance always exist in this corrupt world. These two illustrious warriors were destined to meet in battle since day one, but the timing was awkward. during sephirims time of gloom, you'd expect Cly to exterminate the Villain, but the title "villain" doesn't exist amongst sephirim no more. So why do these two hero conflict? we do not know, but all that is accurate is the clash of purity

The crescent moon glistened in the indigo sky gracefully as it penetrated its effulgent rays through the lachrymose gray fluffs of clouds. The halcyon breeze brushed against the grass blades emitting the potent aroma of fresh sedge and soilage.The congruous tone of harmonious organism diversities clashed magnificently as a tranquil song. The mist crashed gently into Seph's face as he traveled solo through the Legendary forest of okami.The copse was plentiful with healthy green leafy plants, the soil was rich and soft from previous rain as it stained Sephirim's sandal.

Sephirim searched for the legendary dragon Esmeralda, it was said to be the cohort to hero Cly. Sephirim had heard countless stories of Cly. His fights with warriors such as Thomas Lee Jamison, and Eganthevile1. Some battles he lost, but he didn't lose by far, he would inflict austere damage amongst his adversaries. Sephirim would really have to give it all to subdue this warrior. He wondered if he could actually handle Cly, he hasn't used a sword since he was allied with the ice dragons. It was said that Cly with adroit with swordsmanship. Hopefully Sephirim was still skillful with the Katana like he was many years back

As Sephirim reached the terminus of the forest, he looked up into the sky to the heavens clear as it could be. The stars sparkled like the twinkle in a persons eye, and the argent moon was as gloomy as ever. He walked over a narrow primitive wooden bridge, each step he took made the wood planks more fragile as he dangled over a small creek hundreds of feet away. As the hero made his way to the final step until he reached solid soil, the last wood plank shattered , and he was sent free falling from 500 feet in the air, to a narrow stream of water."......." the hero couldnt even yelp because he was mute, he quickly launched a roped Kunai with powerful force to the canyon wall, and that terminated his fall a fee inches away from a group of wet rocks.

After climbing back up at least 500 feet, he made his way onto solid land, a vast meadow filled with large boulders with various forms. The moon tide was near end, and Sephirim still felt the adrenaline he got for his dangerous dilemma. He sat down Indian style onto the damp grass and pulled out his katana, he picked up a ensate for rock and began sharpening his blade, he knew he would run into his prey in this area, it was bound to happend, the extermination of Cly, Esmeralda, or both was at hand

Thick, gray clouds parted in the moonlit night sky, a winged blur, much to large for a bird, cut through the almost tangible shapes. Large, twin emerald wings, bones covered with a thin layer of skin, beat silently through the crisp night sky. Scales, hundreds, sparkled in the moon-light, each casting a slightly different reflection. Pearl white teeth, each as long as a dagger, and sharper than a razor. Glowing green eyes, so cold, they could pierce right into the soul of any living creature, yet so warm, that they could give joy to anyone in a troubled situation. A long, thick at the base, and thin at the end, muscular tail, shining with flawless scales. Esmeralda, the mighty emerald dragon. Upon her back, sat her rider. A loose, white cloak waved in the wind. Shoeless, his bare feet cut through cool wind. Short, dark brown hair atop his head, unaffected by the wind. Hazel eyes, squinted to nearly a close, barely enough to see at all. At his side, a sheath, pure white, with a handle of the legendary sword, Valor. This was Cly, the dragon rider.

Stretching his arm out into the cool wind, Cly let the ripples of air run along his fingers. I can feel, a disturbance in the air. Esmeralda, using her telepathy, with her loving, kind, playful, serious, sarcastic tone, she replied, Since when did you learn how to do that? Cly smiled, returning his arm to his side. You know I'm just playing around with you. At that very moment, Cly and Esmeralda's telepathic range picked up a sentient life form. Should I descend..? He grabbed her by the neck, and let loose his grip around the sides of her back with his legs. I'll go check it out. You circle around, and meet me on the ground after I have identified the target. Waving through the air like a flag, Cly loosened his grip on her neck, and felt himself fall backwards through the air. No parachute, no catch from me. Let me see, how many times have you been successful at this type of free fall? Cly grunted. Currently, zero, but that is about to change.I'll contact the hospital for you. Down he fell, closer and closer towards the ground.

A tree, incoming. Cly calculated the perfect time to grab hold, and extended his arm out. Grabbing a tree, he cut the fall by over seventy five percent, letting go, rolling on the ground, and coming up to his feet. Before him, a field, full of large boulders, and the person, near. Cly leapt up to one of the high rocks, and identified the figure. It was a man, sitting down, with his legs crossed, with a katana drawn, and it appeared as though he was sharpening it. Sliding down from the rock, and walking towards the man, he stopped, thirty feet away. Calling out to him, "Hello there, I..." The man stood up, his katana in a ready position. Cly took a step back. "Hey, what's the big deal? You want to fight me or something?" The man flashed his eyes toward Cly. Immediately, the dragon rider could tell that there was no stopping this. Esmeralda, I'm about to engage in a fight. She had a surprised tone in her voice, Cly! What!? You set foot on the ground for 30 seconds, and now you are about to fight someone? Ugh, men and their fighting. Wait...what am I saying? I love fighting too! Esmeralda dove toward the ground, beat her wings as she was tens of feet away from it, slowing her, and she landed, right beside Cly.

His fingers wrapped around the handle of his sword, Valor, Cly drew it forth. A nearly unbreakable, double bladed sword, spotless, glimmering in the moon light. Cly swung it around himself a few times, then drew it to a ready postion. He smiled, and said, "The name's Cly." Closing his eyes, Cly held Valor in his ready position, waiting for his rival to strike. Esmeralda shattered Cly's peaceful moment. Cly! Why are your eyes closed. He replied, Just for the effect, just for the effect. Cly and Esmeralda waited patiently, for the battle to begin.

Has he ran the stone against the surface of his blade sparks dispersed from the friction , as he placed his blade to the ground, he removed his crimson cloak, his blond hair sprung up quickly  as massaged his head roughly. a Young soft face came from under the hood, nothing but a mere 17 year old boy, but with the heart of a lion.he still wasnt able to talk because of the recent sickness that was caste upon him.He removed his bag which he had on his bag and took out a pair of boots, he only wore the sandals for easy traveling.As he forced on his boots roughly he heard a faint sound

"...!" Roy jumped up from the soil and grabbed the katana with his prosthetic arm, and looked around in a panic, he didnt see were the voice came from until suddenly."Hello there, I..." turned quickly with his sword ready to carve at his adversary. He was surprised to meet an opponent his size, almost looked like a ruffian, whit cloak, as well as sheathe, almond toned hair which traveled stiffly in the wind, and teenage looking face "Hey, what's the big deal? You want to fight me or something?" The young man said backing away. Roy stared at the warrior for a minute, there was something quite familiar about him, until he figured it out.".......!!!" it was cly , thats when a large emerald green dragon came hovering over cly several feet above, the wind from its intense wings forced Roy to cover his eyes. He knew for sure this had to be esmeralda. The dragon alnded right beside its rightful companion.

Sephirim stared at the duo, he was slightly intimidated by the large dragon, he didnt know what it was capable of at all. Thats when the scrapping sound of a sowrd running against a scabbard came. The alchemist took two steps back dropping his sword to the ground in ready to flee.The man smiled at roy cockily "The name's Cly." he then began maneuvering the blade like a light baton, sephirim was impressed by the small act, but he didnt show it. thats when he found a flaw, he saw that cly close his eyes.

"...!!!!" Roy quickly removed his glove, and clapped his hands together as if he was preforming requiem for a corrupt soul, an channelization of energy was exposed , as an electrical like current flowed all through his body straight into his hands. Spark where emitted into the sphere as he ockced back his hands aimed to the ground. He pounded the ground with both hands, creating a luminous transmutation circle, which vibrated the ground like a 3 magnitude earthquake. A large crater formed dispersing a large amount of energy and soil into the air, thats when Roy raised his hands to his face forming a diamond, as his eye's glowed azure into the open whole.

A thunderous sounds came from the floor where the transmutation rested , as a large metallic knight looking  creature slowly rose from the ground  clawing into the air. Roy backed away smiling manically at his summon, as it reached its terminus, fully coming through the transmutation portal"...!!!!!!" The summon creature was about 9 ft tall, created of nothing but iron, its eye's burned with anger, you can fel the flames of animosity burning within its bowels.The creature turned toward Roy, he quickly aimed his finger at esmeralda, the creature knew immidiately that that was its target, it charged at esmeralda  with a mechanical roar, as Roy smiled wickedly

Roy had lost his word in the process of the transmutation, he raised his metallic right arm to his face, a blade quickly sprouted from the back of his forearm. he glared at cly wickedly, and charged at his adversary vulgarly with swift agility. when he reached about 5 ft away from his target, he vanished like the Shinobi rayne ,a nd reappeared behind Cly , initiating the first combo with a brutal horizontal head swipe with his ensate arm, trailed by a bestial spinning left reverse kick aimed to sweep his legs, terminated with merciless upwards thrust aimed for Cly throat.

Esmeralda, standing behind Cly, tucked her wings, hiding them away, so as to minimize damage during ground combat. Her eyes widened, seeing the nine foot tall, iron, knight like creature emerge from the depression in the ground. She gripped the soft dirt with her razor sharp claws, and cracked the side of her mouth, revealing her large, sparkling white teeth. Cly, unmoving, eyes still closed, stood in front of Esmeralda, directly in the line of the charging rampage of the iron knight. You owe me on this one. Esmeralda pushed off of the ground, her one ton body traveling over Cly's head, landed in front of her rider, lowered her head, and prepared herself. That felt awesome! The iron knight drew closer, each footstep shaking the ground.

The emerald dragon sunk down low, shifted to the right, and pushed forward off the ground. Attempting to tackle the creature, Esmeralda would slam into it with her neck and upper chest, then extend her forelegs around the iron knight's waist, and topple it over to the ground. Tumbling multiple times, Esmeralda would then open her jaws, and try to bite down on the creature's head, with her razor sharp teeth, strong enough to shear through steel. If successful, her terrifying bite would rip off the entire head of the creature.

In a similar action to the iron knight, the man, sword drawn, charged straight towards Cly. The dragon rider stood still. It is finally time. His rival came five feet away from where he stood, and vanished, re-appearing behind Cly, all in an instant. Swinging a fast and powerful horizontal swipe, an attack that could lob off the rider's head in one blow, neared Cly's neck, the rider still unmoving. Valor, the rider's sword, shifted in his hand. So quick that a blur would not be able to describe it, he brought Valor up, straight up, along side of his right shoulder, the handle in a reverse grip hold, an inch of the blade extending above the would be fatal strike. Tightening the muscles through his body, all the way down to the earth, his feet in a strong stance, Cly felt the two blades connect. Despite blocking at the end of Valor, Cly's defense didn't move an inch, successfully blocking the attack.

Letting down his guard for a split second, feeling over confident from the attack he had just blocked, the rider failed to notice the the reverse kick aimed towards his legs. Cly felt both of his legs swept out from under himself. He opened his eyes. Off balance, the rider knew that he was an easy target for an attack, and twisted his body through the air, turning his back away from his rival, and his front toward the man. Cly's eyes picked up the movement at the moment it had begun, a thrust coming fast towards his throat. Moving his muscles as fast as he could, Cly realized that he couldn't move Valor fast enough to block the attack. An inch away from contact, Cly moved his head the the left, desperately trying to evade the attack. He felt the cold, steel blade pierce into his neck, travel through it, and exit out of the back of his neck. His throat uninjured, the rider had successfully shifted his weight, and his neck to the side, so that only the very edge of the right side of his neck had been pierced by the sword. More than just a skim, one of his major blood vessels had been partially cut, blood squirting out of the wound with every beat of his heart.

Landing to the ground, Cly moved his head backwards, in as straight of a line as possible, as not to cause more damage from the sword thrust. Blood trickling down the side of his neck, as well spraying out every beat of his heart, Cly switched hands, holding Valor with his left hand, and bringing his right hand up to the side of his neck. Rolling backwards twice, the rider put ten feet between between his opponent, a safer distance away. Glowing, Cly used his fingers on his right hand to utilize his healing power. Rapidly producing more cells, that had been severed, then rearranging them in the precise way, Cly managed to heal the damaged blood vessel within a few seconds. Not worried about his cut skin, the rider stood to his feet, and stared at the man, directly into his eyes. "I have to give it to you, I'm impressed." Cly smiled, switched Valor back to his right hand, drew it to ready, and stood, ready to make an attack.

The rider lowered Valor's tip towards a large rock that was three feet away from himself, and walked forward, towards the man. Sparks sprayed out of the rock, the incredibly sharp tool cutting through the dense stone as if it was thin air. The gap between the two closing, Cly drew Valor out in front of himself. He took a quick swipe with Valor, towards the man's chest. Stopping his own blade in mid-air before it could be blocked, all within an instant, hoping to find an opening, the rider then switched hands in an instant, Valor now in his left, and brought it quickly to the over side of his body, unleashing a quick attack. Attempting to target the man's wrist, Cly gave the attack just enough range as to pierce into his opponent's wrist, with the intention of cutting the tendons that controlled the movements in his left hand.

Drawing Valor back, Cly ducked, low, and swept his double bladed sword towards the man's right knee. In the best possible situation, Valor would cut through both knees, leaving his rival unable to move. Cly took a large step backward, held Valor at the ready, and prepared for what lied ahead.