Laharl VS Mao! FIGHT! [Active]

[overlords_wrath]

Character(s): Laharl and Mao
Content: Mao stole Laharl's video games... who cares if they might not really be real or something. PRINCIPAL.
Setting: The 6th floor, Netherworld, the Stellar Graveyard
Time: Noon
Warnings: MANY.


This wasn't really so much about the video games, it was more just the whole principal of the thing--at least, that's what Laharl was telling himself. Even if he had, maybe, let his temper get the best of him and maybe this was stupid, the thought of that white haired freak nosing around the room bugged him no end. It also wasn't like this was the first time Mao had pissed him off; he'd this coming for awhile now.

There was also the fact he hadn't had an all out fight in a long time. If he was going to beat the boss of this place, he needed to be in top form, especially after all that had happened lately. This could be a good warm up for the big event, if nothing else, providing Mao was half as good as he said he was.

Laharl had been careful to escape the castle without being seen. The challenge had been public after all. He knew Flonne could be around any corner ready to give in a lecture. His mother probably wouldn't be pleased about this either, but it wasn't enough to dissuade him at this point.

It had been a long time since he'd been in the Stellar Graveyard; not since the humans had tried to invade the Netherworld. It was quiet and empty--it was the perfect place for this. Now to just find Mao...

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[drillsanddrool]

Mao, of course, was ten minutes late, and as far as Mao was concerned Laharl could consider himself lucky that Mao had decided to keep to his ten minute minimum, rather than waiting longer. He had been itching for a good fight. That girl had been a good challenge, sure, but it wasn't as though Mao could have gone all out at that time. Facing another demon--another Overlord--somewhere he could truly show his stuff... Now that was something else.

Not that Mao had meant for it to get to this point. Truth be told, he had only been taking advantage of an opportunity when he stole those games. All he had wanted at the time was an outlet to charge his Slaystation portable with and the games had been sitting there. Mao had had an idea who they belonged to, and he wasn't one to ignore the chance to stir up a little trouble when Laharl confirmed that the room Mao had invaded had been his, but he hadn't thought Laharl would get that pissed. You would have thought Mao had just tried to kill him or something.

Though Mao could sort of understand. If it had been his games...

"Heh... Out here already? Are you that eager to be on the operating table?"

[overlords_wrath]

Being early hadn't exactly been intentional, but it was also how he'd decided to be sure he'd miss any intervention that might've happened. However, Mao being late didn't have Laharl too happy.

"Tch! You're late!" Laharl grumbled, ignoring the operating table comment. Unfolding his arms, he drew his sword from his scarf, resting it on his shoulder. "Let's just do this already!" The young Overlord's patience had already begun to wear thin, and it showed.

[drillsanddrool]

Mao only grinned. "Of course I am. What demon in his right mind would be on time? If you can't even grasp the basics, then I've already won." Mao drew his sword and moved to close the distance between the two of them.

[overlords_wrath]

"Shut up!" Laharl shot back, scowling further. At least Mao didn't waste any more time.

Quickly he had his sword ready and met Mao's blade, a resounding clang ringing out as the two met. At this point a cocky grin formed on Laharl's face. "The only loser here is you!" he said, suddenly shoving forward, attempting to break Mao's form to create an opening.

[drillsanddrool]

Mao pressed harder on his blade, determined to meet Laharl's force with his own. He wasn't going to break to some damn cockroach that easily. Still, he didn't quite have the strength Laharl did and his grip began to shake.

[overlords_wrath]

Meanwhile, Laharl's grip on his sword was steady, though he hadn't expected Mao to be able to match his strength this closely. It seemed Mao wasn't just all talk. Laharl was actually pleased by this. He'd wanted a good fight, after all.

He smirked for a moment, before letting out a cry, using more of his strength, trying to break the stalemate.

[drillsanddrool]

Mao's blade began to be pushed back toward him, and he grit his teeth, trying to keep Laharl's back. Finally, with a grunt, he made a last shove with his sword to the side to put Laharl off balance.

[overlords_wrath]

The direction change did manage to throw Laharl off his footing. "Tch!" He chose to hop backwards a yard or so, adjusting the grip on his sword and settling back into a ready position.

Maybe this was even going to be a little more a challenge than he'd anticipated. A smirk found it's way to his face again, before rushing forward again.

[drillsanddrool]

Brow creased in concentration, Mao swung his sword to deflect Laharl's blow. If he couldn't overpower Laharl, he could at least keep his strikes at bay until there was an opening.

[overlords_wrath]

Finding the blow, unsurprisingly, deflected, he quickly swung his blade again. He wasn't about to give Mao any openings if he could help it, and maybe he could even create one for himself.

[drillsanddrool]

Mao swung to deflect again, scanning the other Overlord for any chance of attack.

[overlords_wrath]

Once more, Laharl used his strength to keep his sword gritting against Mao's, locking the two swords together. Well, this wasn't getting them anywhere, so he'd just take a different opening.

He used this moment to add a second attack to the mix--lifting his foot, he aimed a quick kick right for Mao's gut.

[drillsanddrool]

Mao staggered backward, only barely managing to keep his sword up shakily in defense. He took in a few gasping breaths, but recovered quickly, glaring back at Laharl. That was dirty... but impressive. Laharl may have been prompt, but he wasn't afraid to be practical in a fight.

Still, the fact that it had been done to Mao himself didn't earn Laharl that many points.

"K, Keh..." Mao thrust a hand forward, and the air took a sudden turn for the cold as large spikes of ice burst from the ground.

[overlords_wrath]

What?! Taking a moment to wonder if Mao was a magic user at all hadn't really Laharl's mind, but it was certainly was now that he found ice forming around in almost an instant.

Quickly drawing his power to his fist, he released it into the forming ice. His fiery, explosive energy quickly helping to shatter away the magic ice before the attack could exact all it's damage on him.

[drillsanddrool]

Mao grinned and took his chance to charge. If he could get a strike in after that energy was over with...

[overlords_wrath]

Dammit! Laharl found his sword was still stuck in a piece of lingering ice. Sensing Mao closing in on him, he had no time to free it, so made the split decision to leave it for now. He'd find a chance to grab it eventually. Thus Laharl ended up dodging further away from his sword to avoid Mao's charging attack.

[drillsanddrool]

The force of Mao's intended blow sent him off balance, stumbling a little when Laharl dodged.

[overlords_wrath]

It wasn't like Laharl needed his sword to attack, so Laharl aimed to take advantage of Mao stumbling. He steeled his fist, and dove in to attempt to deliver a blow.

[drillsanddrool]

Mao was sent reeling from the punch, his sword flying from his hand and hitting one of the remaining ice spikes with a loud clatter before falling to the ground. Mao was quick to recover and cast another ice spell, glancing between Laharl and his sword and trying to formulate a plan to get back over to it.

[overlords_wrath]

Laharl would not be caught off guard this time. Seeing Mao was casting a spell again, Laharl quickly leap backwards, avoiding the spell, but also sending him even further now from his sword.

Magic really wasn't Laharl's thing. Sure, he knew a spell or two, but still... it was hardly a strong point, and it certainly was no match for Mao's level of spell casting. However, if Mao wanted to go throwing around magic, Laharl would just have to answer back another way.

Raising his arms, he summoned his own power, many orbs of energy forming above in the sky, with a downward gesture and a cry of "Overlord's Wrath!", Laharl let lose his attack.

[drillsanddrool]

Mao sucked in a sharp breath. Damn! He's going that far now?!

A scowl of determination set on his face, Mao ran forward to get out of the way of the attack. As the orbs struck the earth, Mao was sent flying forward, skidding to a stop in a crouch next to his sword. He wrenched it from the ground and hopped backwards. A bright, red glow surrounded him, forming wings, and he leaped backward, only to fly back in Laharl's direction.

[overlords_wrath]

With his attack released, Laharl also made a dive for his own sword, and was pleased to find it easy to remove now from the melting ice. He turned back to Mao, only to find him back on the attack. Winged slayer, perhaps? Laharl wasn't quite sure what it was, but that didn't really matter. He hopped backwards, trying to get out of the way, but lost his footing as Mao's attack exploded.

[drillsanddrool]

Mao turned back toward Laharl once his attack hit, a cocky grin on his face as he surveyed the damage.

[overlords_wrath]

Even if he was knocked off his feet, it only took a moment for Laharl to get back back up, not looking terribly worse for wear at all. Taking a moment to adjust the grip on his sword, he held it ready in front of him again, flashing Mao a grin.

"You're gonna have to do better than that," he taunted.

[drillsanddrool]

Mao's grin remained. "Heh, this isn't even half of my power." He pointed at Laharl. "Just don't complain when you get hurt!"

Mao tossed his sword into the air and his hand glowed with a bright light. "Shine Beam!" He punched forward and threads of light filled the air. With almost imperceptible movements of his hand, the threads increased in number and intensity, becoming almost blinding until they disappeared.