Re: The Warrior's Graveyard (ToC PvP Arena)
Victoria made her way through the ancient graveyard of warriors with a surprisingly quiet clanking sound following her everywhere she went. If she were honest the vampire warrior was torn as to the situation she found herself in. Part of her was happy to be able to test her skills, honed over so many years of toil, in battle against other warriors, perhaps the best in all the world. On the other hand, this lazy goddess could have at least brought her horse with her. Walking around in all this plate armor was hardly pleasant even if it wasn't difficult, after all. Granted, it was also nice to be able to walk about in the day without bursting into flame. The noble found herself drawn to this place above all others in the daemonic realm, probably because it wasn't a nice place washed clean after every battle. The evidence of past orgies of violence littered the land, seemingly preserved for all time... And she hoped to add to it.
She spotted the witch before the witch spotted her, and her lips curled into a smile. The girl would do. "You there, girl!" she shouted with a booming voice, "what are you doing here with that shovel? Have you come to dig up the dead?" The vampire paused, a gauntlet resting against her armored hip while the other rested on the pommel of her sword. She was relatively tall, almost six feet in height, with long lavender hair tied up in a ponytail that hung just past her shoulderblades, a pair of piercing red eyes glaring at the smaller woman. She was decked out in full plate armor, the color of it a dark blue that made the vampire look even more pale than she truly was. "I suppose I should lecture you about respecting the dead... But I would much rather teach you. Prepare yourself!"
With that Victoria drew her sword, hefting it up to her shoulder with some difficulty before grasping it with both hands. The blade was almost as long as she was tall, enchanted to be wickedly sharp; it had taken her many, many years to learn even the most basic techniques for wielding such a weapon, but she felt now that she had fairly well mastered it. She would soon see, though... This was her first fight in this strange realm. She had watched a few however, and all who seemed capable of such had boosted their physical abilities before the fights, allowing their opponents to do the same without fuss. That was just fine with her, and soon inky black shadow crept up from the ground beneath her to coat her armor, sticking in the joints and weak points, bolstering her defenses even further, a bit more snaking around the blade of her sword before seemingly sinking into the metal...