A Forgotten School

[Hector]

(Oks! ^^)

Hector was surprised that Joey could summon enough strength to defend the attack... Especially fron a demon. He shook the blood off his hand, whilst holding the scythe in his second; the hand that was hit didn't let go of his scythe. Through the years Hector had learned what real pain actually was... Especially when he was tortured by his captors.

He narrowly threw himself out the way of the flame. Hector new simply by the whiteness of the flame that he did not have the power to stop it with his wind.

Hector decided he would be better off trying to finish this as soon as possible.

Spinning his scythe around lethally, he leapt at Joey again, this time ttacking him head on. He swung his scythe around at Jpey three times, and on the fourth he swung it at Joey's legs. He jabbed at him multiple times with the pike end of the scythe, and also released one of his hands from the scythe to use wind and hurl the pieces of rubble that had harmed Hector at the torso of Joey.

[Joey Risk]

Joey didn't see a way of excaping the multiple attacks, in fact he could see himself dying then. He closed his eyes to take it, then with a great power, something that just popped out of no where, he drew his other sword from the sky, the wind summoned it.

"Well, looks like you want to finish it." He said with a coldness in his voice. "Well then, lets." He blinked over at the rubble as it was thrown at him, it burst into flames and dissappered forever.

He drew his second, Thieft, sword upto his chest, the blade glimmering at him while also the other, Jusitfied, behind him. "Brother to brother, Demon to human, the fight in which i wanted all my life has finally come to me, Hector, it's been a pleasure fighting you."

He yelled and charged into the fury of attacks, the beginning attacks he advoded, as you could tell and once more began to attack in return, using both swords, the curse of Thieft didn't seem to bother Joey, you thought, it was a great pain as it covered his body drawing back 5 minutes of his human life.

He grabbed and slashed at Hector, his anger increasing, a rose began to grow outward, growing down his left cheek, growing into more roses, his anger at the height of his power. He yelled and slammed his sword downward onto the Scythe of Hectors, slamming into the ground, he heard a crack, though he couldn't tell, Hector would know though.

[Hector]

Hector was feeling more uncomfortable every second that Joey remained alive.

Why don't you die!?! Hector cursed his luck. He was almost killed by his brother just about an hour ago, and now he's fighting for his life again!

Hector parried Joey's attacks with apparent ease, although he was using a lot of focus. Joey slammed his scythe into the ground with his sword.

Mistake number two! Hector thought, as he used his demonic strength to fight against the sword and push it back again. With Joey off balance, he summoned as much wind as he could within the half-second and tried to blast Joey off his feet with it. Before waiting to see what the result was Hector had already leapt into the air, and attempted to crush Joey on the way down with the weight of his scythe.

[Joey Risk]

Joey's eye twitched, looking up at Hector, his arm grabbed upwards, taking Hector's forearm.
He waved his hand to oblivate the wind. He spun his total body to the right but also downward, with much force, slamming Hector's body into the ground.
"No" Joey shouted. "This was the mistake!" Joey's eyes began to spin from element to element, it began to change quicker then the eye could see. "This is..."
He Lifted his swords upward to stab but instead slammed them in the ground beside Hector's heart and head. "My life." He whispered, a whiteness covered his body once more growing to a ray, a cloud, something with unstable conditions.

Joey turnned, his swords in his sides, Thieft disappering back into the wind. "Nice fight Hector but i have more pressing matters, it will take alot of energy to get there." He gathered his coat and bag. "Thank you, you have allowed me to understand my ablilities more." He drew from his coat, a thin, white card, it had black and red writing with both his cell number but also in the bottem it reads:
Myths are those who don't believe the facts.[/b]

He dropped it where he stood, he spun, his eyes changing to a grey, wind. "I am always waiting for a challenge Hector." He stood there waiting for him to reply.[/color]


(Note- I was listenning to it's my life by Bon Jovi so forgive the it's my life thing)

[Hector]

Hector lay on the ground after Joey left. His last move was a grave mistake, he didn't deny it. He got too cocky that his powers alone were enough to overcome the other elements, but he was proved wrong.

How did I lose? He thought to himself. He finally sat up, and picked up the card Joey threw down.

Myths are those who don't believe the facts? what does this mean? Hector thought. He pocketed the card, hoping that after some thought on it later may enlighten him.

"You won't be waiting for long..." Hector said to Joey, even though he wasn't there. He said this as he stood up again using his scythe to help him.

For I will outsmart you...

[Joey Risk]

((Nice beginning for Joey, now i am off to find You...))