Showcase Match: Demons of the Night

[Himitsu Kasumi'Oji]

Thread Title: Showcase Match: Demons of the Night
Participants: Jak Holcom and Garret the Wanderer
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: PG-13
Location: An empty, rural plain in Eastern Europe. There are no other souls for miles around. This fight takes place in the afternoon.
Special Conditions: This is a showcase match, so the winner will receive a custom-made item.
Circumstances: Uzaki Enterprise had detected an immense surge in hollow activity in an unpopulated European area with no souls for such a large amount of hollows to feast on. Kazura Uzaki sent Jak Holcolm to investigate and eliminate a potential threat.

Jak would arrive in the European plain to find only the rogue Garret, who had the entire morning to recover from his battle against the waves of hollows the night before. Jak had been sent to deal with a threat, and now he had a target in sight. Let the battle begin.

[Garret]

What day was it? It seemed impossible to keep track of the days anymore. Each was the same, each was no different. When the world was basked in the warmth of the sunlight there was peace. There was travel. New sights to see, new rivers to cross. Everything was at peace. Night, however, brought the exact opposite. Night brought survival. Night brought war. It was nearing that time. The time in which the sun dipped below the horizon and traded its spot in the sky with the moon. When light would vanish and be replaced with darkness. It was nearing that time once again. The time of battle. Resting against a fallen log was one man. Draped in a brown leather cape as if it was a blanket was a single man. Resting on the log to his side was a weapon. Anyone looking at it would say it was a sword from its shape. But how could it have been a sword? It was too large, looked to be too heavy and too rough. No, it was more like a slab of iron. A slab of iron over six feet in length. It was monstrous. The white haired man who rested beside the sword seemed to be asleep, his only visible eye shut.

Garret wasn't asleep though. This close to dusk he would never fall asleep. He was resting, yes. Resting his eye to be more specific. While he wasn't going to fall asleep his body would appreciate the rest. The swordsman had a much faster rate of endurance recovery than most people, meaning he didn't need to rest as long as other people. It was quiet. The only sounds Garret heard was the sudden wind blowing across the grass. He was wrapped up in his cloak so the cold bite of the wind wouldn't reach his skin. It was quiet. So very quiet. A quiet that Garret appreciated. A quiet that was needed. The fire inside him was still burning, but not in the way that it would at night. That flame of anger, of hatred, that wanted nothing more than to consume everything that made Garret hurt. The flame that sought to devour the Hollows for what they took from him. For a split second Garrets lip began to curl, one hands fingers tightening around the cloak, before he calmed down and resumed relaxing.

It was always this way. Garret always, somehow or another, became on the verge of losing control. His anger, ever growing, threatened to consume his sanity and force him to become little more than a monster. But at the end of the day, man or beast, he was him. Didn't really matter to him what others saw him as. He was Garret, the man who would kill every last Hollow. Revenge. Pleasure. Hate. All these emotions mixed together inside of him, turning him into a violent hurricane of destruction just waiting to turn his blade on someone else. Tightening his cloak around his body, he tried to block out the chill of the winter air. Luckily for him there was a lack of snow, but the biting chill was just agitating. The fire nearby provided warmth, and his cloak provided protection from the wind. He figured he wasn't going to rest much longer, as he wanted to make more distance before the night would arrive. He figured he was clear of his Osens affected area from the night before, but sometimes he couldn't be too sure.

The sudden sound of footprints though caught his attention. They weren't heavy like a Hollows, rather soft in fact. Like a person. Opening his eye Garret gazed up at the person who had appeared from seemingly nowhere. Distrustful, and suspicious, Garret narrowed his eye at the approaching individual and asked. "What do you want?"

SPOILER: Click to show

{Stats and Skills}
Strength - 400 Points = 800

Speed - 300 - Points

Spiritual Pressure - 300 - Points = 450

Reiatsu Strength - 100 - Points = 60

Light Aura - 20 - Points

Dark Aura - 80 - Points

Instinct - 150 - Points

Senses - 150 - Points = 112

Energy sensory - 0 - Points

Healing Expertise - 0 - Points

Total SP: 1400 Points

• [Weapons: Greatswords] {3}
  
  
• [Strength of Will] {3}
  
  
• [Pain Tolerance] {2}
  
  
• [Battle Analysis] {2}
  
  
• [Lack of Fear] {2}
  
  
• [Damage Recovery] {3}
  
  
• [Bleeding Tolerance] {2}
  
  

Edit: I realized I posted the wrong stats and skills, since it seems my class 2 update never got moved into the app >~>

[Jak Halcom]

Jak rode his motorcycle though the empty roads trying to find the source of the hollow activity from the previous night. He had been looking for hours. It wasn't that a large gathering of hollows were hard to miss, but this part of Europe had next to nothing in it that it all looked the same to him. It was hard to find anything using his physical senses alone. He had to use his limited energy sensing abilities. He knew he was getting closer though. He accelerated, the roar of the motor contrasting against the silence of the nature around him. It was cold. He hated the cold. Still he toughed it out his right arm keeping him warm when placing it against his bare chest. 

He only wore a black leather vest over his torso leaving his muscular chest and stomach exposed to the elements. A pair of dirty, torn, blue jeans covered his legs. These pair have survived quite a bit. Not only did they power through his job, and passion of gardening in his mother's flower shop, He also fought in these many times. He would have expected them to be in much worse condition. A pair of black and blue sandals covered his feet, and black finger-less gloves covered his hands. His hair blew in the crisp cold air. His crimson eyes scanning the feilds to his right. He seemed really out of place, and unprepared for the cold weather. 

He felt like he was getting closer. Whatever was drawing the hollows to this land of nothing was in the forest. He stopped his vehicle on the edge of a large field and started to make his way on foot. His feet crunched against the dry grass and twigs that littered the ground. He could feel a presence in the area that was no hollow. As he walked, he could see a figure sitting on a log. Just a solitary figure with a giant ass sword sitting next to him. It seemed that the figure heard Jak coming. He opened his eyes and looked to the young man. "What do you want?" he growled obviously not trustful of Jak. Jak stopped clear out of range of the sword, to be safe, but close enough to have a conversation.

"I am just here to investigate why such a large concentration of hollows would suddenly appear in this area last night. Not a soul to for miles save for yourself. It just seems a bit odd don't you think?" He asked more rhetorically than asking an actual question. Jak looked relaxed enough, but he kept himself ready to fight the second it looks like the conversation is going south. He could tell that they guy was strong. It would make for an interesting fight if it broke out, but if he was not the cause of the hollows, there was no reason for them to fight. Jak put his arm to his chest to warm up slightly. The thick black chains rattling slightly.

[Garret]

"You won't find your answer here." Garret answered, turning himself fully towards the stranger. Yet another was looking for whatever it was that caused the Hollows that came to him. Seemed that Garrets curse drew in more than just Hollows. "And I recommend you go back to whatever master sent you. All you'll find is pain waiting for you at the end of this path." Garret spoke. Was it a threat? Jak would have no idea. The mans voice held a tired monotone to it. His single eye rested on the hellspawn, and yet trying to get a read on the man would seem difficult. It was almost as if he wasn't looking at Jak, as if the Nakabakki standing before him did not exist.

It wasn't done as disrespect towards Jak. Garret had no idea who he was. He was like this to everyone. Garret was too tired, too stressed, and too pressed for daylight to really display politeness or rudeness towards someone. Jak would see the dirt covering the man, the bandages marked with age and wear, the smeared blood stains covering the mans robe. He looked weathered. Garret had said his piece. He suggested that Jak leave, or else what he might find would not be good for him. It was all on him now. Garret never attacked people unless they attacked him. Unless they were a Hollow. But Jak was no Hollow, he was instead something even more abhorrent than them.

[Jak Halcom]

"You won't find your answer here." Jak was getting the distinct impression that the man was hiding something from him. It was plain as day to see that he had something to do with the hollows from the previous night, since well he was the only one here. Jak scanned the ground with his crimson eyes. There was no other signs of any other people around here, and Jak got the feeling that this individual preferred to be alone. The man continued confirming his suspicions. "And I recommend you go back to whatever master sent you. All you'll find is pain waiting for you at the end of this path." Now that was a threat if he ever heard one, or a challange. Which ever Jak decided to take it as. 

Jak sighed shaking his head. "Normally I would." He said with a shrug. He could feel that the man was stronger than himself. How much stronger Jak couldn't say. His ability to sense the energy around him wasn't all that strong. It was more of a gut instinct that told him that he was in over his head. But since when did Jak listen about things like that? "But I have been given strict orders to find out what is going on. When it comes to hollows, I have a bit of a personal investment to make sure they are dealt with, and if something is drawing more here, then that becomes a problem." His eyes returned to the man's. "I can guess you have something to do with it, and I have a feeling it isn't intentional. Who would want those beasts coming for ya every night? I can settle for a name and reason, and be on my way."

It was rare that Jak decided to go a more diplomatic route. To be honest, Jak didn't want to fight someone this much stronger than him. That being said, he had to at least try to complete his job given to him. "What do you say?" He asked with a friendly smile. He doubted the man would go for it. If that was the case, then Jak would fight him even if he didn't want to. Jak felt some anticipation if that was the case. He had always fought people stronger than himself, and lost just about every one of those fights, but that is how he got stronger. He had survived for most of his life with this mentality, and it hasn't gotten him killed yet.