GOD Triple7 Vs Drifter

The world stood still for a tourney like no other. Many matches have proven man against man, with full powers exploding damaging city and effecting the landscape forever. This match would be fought like those of old gladiators. Hand to hand, sweat and blood mixing on the mat below them as blows were exchanged by the fighters. This would be a match were two powerfull combatants held back for once. The punches and attacks would be pulled and though they had the ability to bring down cities, they would remain dormant.

T7 made his way to the rooftop of a castle he was to meet his opponent at. His black hooded sweat shirt hid his face in the shadows and only his Ipod wires could be seen peeking out below his jawline. As he climb the stairs he flipped on some old Sevendust. The pounding of the drums and the scream of the guitar faded into the back as he focused on his opponent. Every step closer to the roof brought him more and more in tune with his body. Every muscle and fiber tensed in preperation of the fight to come.

With the final step T7 pulled back his hood reveling his glowing right eye. As he pulled off his hoody and took the ear buds out of his ears the glow in his eye lightened into a dark brown color. Tonight The Drifter would not stare at the dragon. T7 waited for his opponent readying himself for the battle to come.

Another day, another sorrow brought to fruition.

Things always changed, a never ending cycle and recently things had changed once more and they remained to be anything but normal for the young villain......As Drifter had left the LaS to re-connect with an old team-mate from his fraternity days. a woman named Tileso, as deadly with a blade as she was stunning and it was there alliance alone that brought the man known as Arrow back to his formal self.

The VV made it's home for him, all his needs tended too, everything was alright for once. but slowly a fiery hatred had begun burning inside his soul (or lack there of), his rage, his curse, all of the anger built inside him, he needed the kill. He needed that feeling, that adrenaline rush of blood running down his finger tips, slithering down his throat like a snake on it's belly crawling through the night. Far too along he'd sat on the side-lines, it was time to re-awaken himself. Someone would feel his pain tonight.
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The wind roared as a man strode in, leaves blowing every which way they could as he finally made his appearance...This man was The Drifter, his head hanging low with a smirk creeping its way across his face. "Evening...." he whispered, his voice raspy as the wind whisked it away. The night air slowly died out and within but a moment, The Drifter tilted his head to see the man in front of him, Triple 7 . Perhaps one of the most deadly assassins the vine had ever spit out. His sweat shirt's hood slowly pulled down and removing his ear-buds to reveal the Dragons eye, going from a fiery green emerald to that of a dark ember brown. For fifteen hundred years this spirit had lived, taking the possession of the next in line. Endurance, Speed, Weapons mastery all down to a T with hundreds of year of experience under the man's belt.....no way in hell would this be easy but no one said it would be.

Two Titans clashed.

One would never walk the same way again. 

Positioning himself for attack, The Drifter dressed in his usual black leather coat, black dress shirt with a ministers collar and a pair of denim blue jeans took his left foot and swept it to the side, dashing forward and finally unsheathing his foot with as much force behind it as any weapon could ever hope for, precisely aiming for Triple's head.

The wind blow and moon's light filled the sky as the two combatants started their fight. Taking in the scene before him T7 made his plans. Working the battle before them like a chess match out in his head, he knew what to be expecting. Drifter was confident in his abilities, to much so in fact. He would attack quickly and most likely with a lot of power. This was his MO. His predictibilty would be his down fall.

Waiting in the moon light, T7's body was starting to sweat with the heat that laced his body. His eye was burning to explode and end this match quickly. But the rules of the match dictated that he control his powers and use his skill. His focused narrowed on the evil preacher as he approached quickly. The background of the world faded into black, the castle, the moon, the wind blowing the trees, all gone leaving nothing remaining but The Drifter. As there bodies moved with a shift abondon, hand and feet would become blurred with the quickness of the action. There feet dug into the stone floor of the castle roof readying them to pounce with explosive moves. With a dash and the sound of light feet padding on the ground the first attack came.

A foot came flying in with great power and speed aimed for the Ninja's head. With the slightest of moves T7 turned his body enough for the foot to slid by quickly without making contact. As the preacher passed a closed fist was thrown at his kindney. Leaving no time gap between strikes he quickly threw a quick kick to the back of Drifter's knee. If the strike made contact it would slow down the dark one and his aggressive manauvers.

Triple7 would keep moving making himself a hard to hit. In and out of the shadows he moved with quick feet. Readying himself for the attack that he knew was coming. He defended using old technics passed from father to son down through the generation who had held his name. Triple7