Ezekiel: Name your terms!

- Terra

Mordir: [Draws sword] Anything you want. I can't do any magic and such, but I don't mind going up against it.

Ezekiel: ALRIGHT!

As far as magic goes, I'm completely useless, so you don't have to worry about in that department.

My only term is this:

No maiming, or killing.

Otherwise, feel free to use any dirty trick imaginable against me.

*Ezekiel grabs a modern looking katana and stands at the ready.

- Terra

Mordir: [Smiles teasingly] Mmm, you strike a hard bargain there. An assassin doesn't know much beyond killing. But I think I can restrain myself. Your move, sir. [Swings sword in a downward arc, letting it whistle through the air]

*Ezekiel blocks sword with the palm of his hand. A thick black stripe forms upon the place of impact. The sword makes a loud clang, as if hitting something hard.*

Ezekiel: Oh, that's not necessary. You'll have a hard time landing a fatal wound on me, as you can see.

Your only shot at victory is to immobilize me somehow. *grins*

- Terra

Mordir: [Smirks and slices sideways] What kind of bones do you have? I've never heard bones calng like metal.

Me: Augh. So sorry, Aris. I kept forgetting about this thread.

Ezekiel: Actually, it's my skin that forms an indestructible shield that forms upon contact with forces with enough pressure to penetrate my skin.

*Aims a downward blow towards Mordir's neck, and at the same time tries to swipe Mordir's leg out from under him with his foot.*

- Terra

Mordir: Your skin does what?! [Rolls to the side then as he stand he swipes at Ezekiel's ankles] OK, if your skin gets that dry-

Me: [Whacks Mordir] It's alright, Terra.