Rumble in the Jungle! (Iznan v.s. Dante)

[Dante]

"Now, where's that golden idol I'm looking for? Damn map! It's no f***ing good!" The voice echoed through the temple, traveling through the many rooms and cracks in the walls. Today, the warrior Dante was a treasure hunter, looking for the sacred Golden Idol that was highly talked about. Apparently, it was so well guarded that no one ever came back with an appendage left! This optimistic teen was willing to lose everything to find it. He had bet someone tons of munny that he would find such a thing and he didn't exactly want to live in a cardboard box for a year.

This temple was just like something that you would see in a movie. The bricks used to build it were yellowed and a myriad of continuosly growing vines were wrapped around the enormous foundation. Crumbled boulders were scattered throughout the giant floor caved from the cieling above, leaving holes for the bright sun outside to peer through. On the walls, many images of faces and mythical creatures showed their teeth, or claws, leaving a deep impression.

"Alright... Well, what now, God? Anything else you want to do to me? Lord forbid it..."

[OOC: It's short, since I'm a bit tired. I'm going to be switching computers after this post, so don't expect a lightning quick response.]

[lysander]

Iznan sat inside the stone mouth of a great snake. It had been carved with it's coils wrapped all the way up one of the many pillars that stood throughout the room. Iznan had stuck around here on vacation; it was a brief hiatus from his life of adventure so he could get back in touch with his roots. Unfortunately, getting back in touch with his roots meant that he was bored out of his mind, and would kill for a little excitement. And so of course, as goes without saying, a perfect coincidence occurred; Dante passed by.

With the grace and poise of his ancestors, Iznan crept from the snake statue's mouth, shirtless, and covered in dirt. Iznan crawled around the pillar, keeping out of Dante's sight, before dropping down to the floor. He curled and twisted artfully through the air before he finally landed with a fleshy slap as his feet met the stone, crouching. Iznan grit his teeth in frustration before crying out. "Damn it! I'm never gonna get this right!" And drew his eight silver knives. One between each finger, as he made a dash from the corner of the room towards Dante.

[Dante]

"What the--?" God hated this poor, young man. It was the only plausible answer to why there was a half-naked man covered in dirt. Oh, yeah, he was also carrying weapons and was heading straight for the unfortunate soul. How nice... Ask and you shall recieve, wasn't it? I need to stop asking for stuff. An enemy is an enemy, though, so Dante would have to fight, or else meet a horrible fate like his last match.

Which reminded him: Didn't that Iznan dude have eight knives? Didn't he have just the same figure and... "Son of a--" The skinny Ex-Apprentice hoisted his blade up and threw it at Iznan, waiting for it to come back to his hand.

[lysander]

Iznan smirked as the figure threw his sword. He was cocky, arrogant, and then the flicker of a memory burst to life. The smile grew wider, and with an awkward, yet smooth roll he was out of the path of the sword. But without a blink he was back on his feet approaching Dante from a diagonal instead of head-on now. "It's been a long time buddy!"[/color] He shouted as he launched four of his own knives. "How've ya been?"[/color] And with that the other four knives flew from his hands, following the first set, aimed towards Dante's chest. But the teenaged spider-boy didn't stop. He kept on his crash course with Dante in his incredibly fast, yet gracefully strange pace. What appeared to be a thriving cloud of black suddenly appeared over both of his arms up to the forearm. Thick, and obscuring up to an inch above the skin.[/size]