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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
9/6/2016 8:39:16 PM
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[b][i][u]For Old Time's Sake[/u][/i][/b]
[u][b][i]Ornstein and Smough[/i][/b][/u]
[spoiler]Yes, I want a fight.
No, this doesn't immediately say that I'll return. But honestly...it'll be good to get to use some of my favorite characters in a battle to the death once more.[/spoiler]
[i]The winds bristled. The trees waved. Everything was quiet within the Dojo's stony walls, the members inside of the fabled buildings and training grounds, preparing themselves for the next fight.
Speaking of the next fight, of course...[/i]
[i]The two waited within the massive arena.
The guardians of Anor Londo. The Dragonslayer and the Executioner.
Ornstein, Captain of the Knights of Gwyn, and Smough, infamous cannibal and brother of Ornstein, had demanded a fight.
In the center stood the 13 foot tall executioner, his thick golden armor reflecting the sunlight off of him as he stood there, the massive golden hammer that was his signature weapon anchored to the cold dirt beneath him. His helmet was grotesquely made to represent the smiling face of a male human, which was soon to be covered in the dark blood of his enemies.
Suddenly, Knight Ornstein crashed down from above, landing with a thud next to his brother. The golden armor that he bore at the moment gleamed just as brightly as his brother's, bright red rubies decorating the chestplate. His helm was shaped like a growling lion, metal teeth bared in hunger. He pulled out his 7'6 long spear, which flickered with electric energy.
The two waited. For a worthy challenge. [/i]
[spoiler]Open for all.[/spoiler]
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Been a while, hasn't it? [b]The Arbiter stands in front of you in gleaming silver armor, carbine in his hands.[/b] Remember when we first me, Ornstein? You were different back then... Maybe... Better. But never mind that. I'm here to fight you, Orn. Not Smough, you. So let's do this. [spoiler]this is quite emotional for me, especially since I have music from a certain game playing. [/spoiler] [spoiler]Is this canon? If so... I aim to kill Ornstein. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Eh...it's in the arena though. So Orn and Smough will be dying frequently, yet they'll hopefully be alive.[/spoiler] [i]The Dragonslayer chuckled, twirling his golden spear as he spoke. His voice was gruff, much older than before. Smough suddenly faded away, leaving no evidence that he was ever there.[/i] "So that's how it's gonna be? Very well."
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I heard you had a child. With Nora... *laughs* I was killed by her, you know that? [b]A burst of green energy explodes in front of you.[/b]
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"Two, actually." [i]Leaping back, the Dragonslayer raised his spear, holding it with both of his armored hands as he began circling.[/i]
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[spoiler]AAAAAND IM BACK[/spoiler] [b]His energy sword ignites, or forms, rather, as a silver colored liquid oozes out of the hilt, forming the blade.[/b] A new prototype. Like it?
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[i]Ornstein only nodded, remaining silent as he circled. The speartip to his weapon flickered with yellow electricity suddenly.[/i]
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Two? Well damn. [spoiler]HOOOOLD ON.[/spoiler]
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[b]Ite steps forward, and waves at the pair.[/b] "Hey guys! How's it going?"
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[i]While Ornstein had bothered to wave at Ite, Smough himself simply nodded to their old friend, their golden armor gleaming in the blazing sunlight.[/i] S: "Hey, Ite. It's been good...I guess. You?"
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[b]Ite smiles, yet frowns at the same time, knowing the bitter truth.[/b] "We both know you aren't here for small talk."
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[i]The two nodded, Ornstein sighing as he spoke. His voice was gruff, sounding much older than before.[/i] "Yeah. We came for...a fight."
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[b]Ite pulls his signature weapon from its resting place upon his back. The massive, two-sided scythe seemed to be weightless in his hands as he spun it around on a singular finger.[/b] "Go ahead and charge forth then."
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[b]Walking towards you was a giant, a full head taller then Smough wielding a greatsword in one hand and a massive shield in the other Next to him stood a Masked man. A dagger in each hand. They stopped some feet away, the Masked man bowing slightly as the giant grunted [/b] "Masters Ornstein and Smough." [i]"Look at this nerd." [/i] [b]The giant walks up to Smough, looking down at him [/b] "Be nice Winston" [i]"Shut up Maso."[/i]
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S: "Look at this bitch." O: "Smo..." S: "Just stating the truth." [i]Smough chuckled darkly, the golden mask he wore staring deeply at the two that had approached.[/i] O: "Well then..."
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[i]"Shall we?"[/i]
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[i]Without even speaking, Smough suddenly slammed his entire body into Wilson, slamming his target back several feet while laughing.[/i] O: "Great. Just great." [i]Ornstein held out his spear, staring at Maso.[/i]
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"I don't want to get involved!" [b]Winston, kicked forward, slamming Smough back [/b]
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Edited by Orn: 9/7/2016 8:10:02 PM[i]The Executioner reeled back, raising his massive hammer.[/i] O: "What, you want me to gang up on your bud then?!"
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"Fine Then!" [b]Maso and Winston move back, preparing [/b]
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O: "Oh. So that's how it's gonna be..." [i]Both Ornstein and Smough back away, staring eerily at their new opponents.[/i]
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"Looks like."
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[i]The two simply assumed defensive stances, staring at their new foes still as their golden armor glinted.[/i]
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[b]The two waited, for their opponents [/b]
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O: "Oh, come on." [i]As if attempting to get his enemies to move, Ornstein chucked a bolt of lightning at their feet.[/i]
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[b]The explosion of lighting to ground kicked up some dust on from the ground, Maso, weaved inside the dust becoming an invisible force as Winston circled it, going for Smough [/b]
