The Clashing of Ideals

The sun shone over all of Fiore; even with this, the cemetery seemed to be dark and uninviting; no matter how bright the lands was it seemed the Curse Lands would not accept the rays. It was a special property of the land, and truly allowed for the best of settings; the light allowed for it to feel as though this place was stuck in a state of twilight; a time that offered so much mystery, and so much adventure. This was the setting the two would find them self in.

"So... who wanted to spar?" He sighed, looking around the area; it seemed some legal mage had figured out his position and wanted to spar. Well, he was not against this. He was looking forward to a challenge, assuming he would get one! "Come out! Let us introduce ourselves!"

While Vlad had no expectations for who it was that he would be versing, he did expect someone a bit more intimidating; to challenge a person such as himself they had to have had a large pair on them, and even some strength to back it up! Well, he was fine with this one way or the other; it is not as though he would simply leave due to this discrepancy in power! He would simply set an example for all the others that would attempt to challenge him; provide proof of his strength.

"I suppose you may call me Vlad! I mean, it matters not to me!" He chuckled, looking over the opponent; she had landed a mere ten meters from where he stood, which was a folly in and of itself! She put herself in the perfect place for him to end it swiftly; it was not like he was expecting much anyway.

It was as he looked her over that he would examine the soul of the female; she held many aspirations that could be seen in the youth; they were ideas that would not leave them until they realized what this world truly was! What it meant to be human; he was not sad that he had left that world behind. It was corrupt, and stood against what he believed.

Not a second would pass between him speaking his name, and his first spell being cast. A dome could be cast over the two, covering a fifty meter radius; it was the souls of those who had been buried in this unhallowed grounds; the souls of the restless; it was with this that she would begin to take damage! This, however, was merely a preview! It was merely the fireworks, disguising his true movement.

As the dome formed over the two, a set of chains would erupt from the ground, attempting to pin the female in place; these were the souls of those killed by Vlad; those who were forced to serve him. He would use this to trap the female in place, assuming she was unable to dodge, and from the both of these she could feel the life being sucked out of her; it was returning to Vladimir. He was draining her life force and it felt marvelous!

Feeling her life force draw into his body, though he could not store it, was amazing! What was she to do? Why would she challenge a man such as himself!? From here he would begin his assault! Summoning forth a demon to serve him, he would allow it to take the field.

A bright light would erupt from the ground as a grotesque being would emerge; it was wielding a simple club, though it looked like it could deal much more damage then one would imagine! Swinging down, attempting to strike the female in the side of the ribs, it would begin its assault.

With all of this Vlad simply stood there, allowing it to occur as it would. Why bother? "Give up yet?"

Damnation:

Chains of the Damned:

summon: