It's all part of the plan... (Cobalt and Sergi)

by **Cobalt Smith** Wed Apr 25, 2012 3:55 am

Cobalt sighed a little bit as he stood in the middle of the arena. Sometimes he really hated undercover assignments and this was definately one of those times. He'd spent the last day being paraded around as a prisoner of war before they had decided to pit him against some german fighters for the amusement of the crowd.

That had been twelve hours ago at six o clock in the morning, for some reason. It was now six in the evening and Cobalt was splattered with blood but none of it was his. Sighing a little bit, he sat down in the stands, a few dead germans scattered around the stands as well as the ring. The brave ones had tried to fight him so he'd killed them.

As was part of the plan.

God he hated the plan.

by **Sergiy Monomyth** Wed Apr 25, 2012 4:05 am

A Man was up next. And he was up vs ten great duelist. The man was dressed in a ninja suit, and had his whole face covered. The Man at the top told the 11 people, him, and the ten duelist to begin. At once, his wand slide from his wrist sleeve. With a single wave, the ground rumbled. A a shake happened. The dirt picked up from the grounded, and formed into a massive sand field. Sand tendril immediately drilled into the bodies and killed the man. Being old, he found tricks in every area. He was a master in all forms of magical arts. He cleared the area and then, went back waiting his next enemy. God he hated fighting losers.

by **Cobalt Smith** Wed Apr 25, 2012 4:10 am

Cobalt watched with mild interest as the person killed his opponents. Seemed that someone was a bit of a show off. Cobalt yawned a little bit when the announcer declared that he was to fight the other man. Sighing a little bit, Cobalt dropped down into the ring. He sniffed the air and gagged a little bit,

"God you smell of scotland!" he stuck his tongue out in distaste as his enhanced sense of smell picked up the mixture of clay, water and other substances. How did he know it was scotland? Because it was the same smell as Hogwarts. Of course he'd spoken in english so if his opponent acknowledged what he'd said then that gave him more of an idea as to who it might be. He dropped his wand from his holster into his hand, "So what? We gunna duke it out until we both get bored and kill a lot of germans?"

by **Sergiy Monomyth** Wed Apr 25, 2012 4:17 am

He smiled at him. And spoke. "Russia, and yes I live in England. You should brush on your sensing old kiddie." he called him a child because it was true, then again the man could older then him. So he should not have said that. Shaking his head he spoke."And you smell, like Turkey?" he teased sighing slowly.

Shaking his head as he listened to the man before speaking."I would that idea quite amusing, but the people wanted to see a show not blood lust. Then again, unless this Germans decide to send armies at us, then we surely will have a show. And besides you should always be on your guard." he waved his hand. And a massive shocked way as aimed at him attempted to sweep him off his feet and into the air. At least The Ninja had a fun away of starting a match.

by **Cobalt Smith** Wed Apr 25, 2012 4:23 am

Cobalt raised an eyebrow lazily. The man seemed rather friendly considering they were most likely going to be fighting very soon. And very informative too. He chuckled slightly,

"I meant you smell of scotland because you've been there recently friendo." he teased, before chuckling, "Nope. People like to say I'm not from anywhere... that I come from Hell itself. Personally I think that's just awful. Ireland's not that bad."

He sighed a little bit. No one he'd faced today had been reasonable. He missed the days when fights to the death could involve pleasant conversation about the weather. Gripping his wand, Cobalt flicked it upward. The ground in front of him cracked and splintered, huge chunks of it rising up as a sheild to block the attack. Pointing his wand lazily at his opponent, he fired a metal spike at high speeds from his wand,

"Pincushion time."

by **Sergiy Monomyth** Wed Apr 25, 2012 4:31 am

He smiled at him."Scotland isn't hell, it's a lovely place." he said slowly towards him, his spell was blocked he smiled. "Not bad, for a beginner." A Metal spike was sent at him at high speeds, he effortlessly flicked his wand and the Spike turned to a bunny, he lifted it up into the air, and turned it to a sword, before it flew at the man. Aimed to strike at his feet. And intended to miss so it will hit the ground instead of his flesh."Take this." He giggled yes The Ninja Giggled.

by **Cobalt Smith** Wed Apr 25, 2012 5:03 am

Cobalt chuckled a little bit,

"You misunderstand me." he grinned, "People say I'm from hell when I'm really only from Ireland. Scotland isn't hell. It's far too cold. Morroco... now that's more like hell."

Seeing his spike turned into a bunny rabbit, Cobalt couldn't resist teasing his opponent,

"Oh I see you've resorted to pulling bunnies out huh?" he smirked, "Well at least you didn't need a hat to do so."

The sword flying towards Cobalt did not concern him as when it was halfway through it's arc he knew that it would miss. Instead, he simply pointed his wand at his opponent,

"Here's something the Highmaster of Durmstrang taught me... unknowingly of course. Shinra tensei!" he called out. Immediately the sword merely inches from him, and everything else directly in front of him, was pushed backwards harshly by a pulse of gravity. He cranked up the power a little bit and huge chunks of the stadium floor dislodged from the ground to go flying through the air at his opponent.

by **Sergiy Monomyth** Wed Apr 25, 2012 5:54 am

He smiled."Hey, Russia is worst then hell? Then again I blame the snow in Serbia." he giggled. Looking at him, now being slightly impressed by his opponent. Most wizards even Teachers wouldn't be able to pull magic like Both, The Ninja, and this person from Ireland did. It was a rare thing to see A younger Image of Sergiy. He shook his head, and waved his hand with his wand. And at once the whole, thing froze. Seconds little it begun to transform into a storm, a muggle storm nothing more nothing else. That he was able to conjure up, transform, and control, before sending it at him with about 30 miles in hours, less then a real hurricane's Speed."Hats are no fun." he said.

by **Cobalt Smith** Wed Apr 25, 2012 6:07 am

Cobalt sighed a little bit as the storm came racing towards him. He could tell that it would be difficult to dispell, not impossible, but it would take more than five seconds, which was what he had. Deciding that there was no reason to avoid using one of his trump cards, one that his opponent would never be able to do, Cobalt focused his magic for a second...

And became intangible.

The storm passed straight through him, doing no damage at all, because he simply wasn't there. He sighed a little bit before sinking into the ground. Moving through the ground, Cobalt reached up and grabbed Sergi by the foot, turning him intangible for a second too. In that second, Cobalt pulled him under the ground up to his neck and stopped the intangibility. Cobalt stepped up out of the ground and became solid again, leaving Sergi immobile in the ground. He crouched down and pressed his wand tip against Sergi's head,

"Bang." he smirked teasingly, "You're dead."

by **Sergiy Monomyth** Wed Apr 25, 2012 6:24 am

He smiled at him, as the gust of hurricane came at him and did no damage however it did not stop it keep on going towards the coward. Seconds later he found himself trapped under ground, and him saying bang your dead pointing his wand at his head."The Young are cocky." With those words said, the man would blasted from his position as a surprise attack, as an attempt. If it worked, the blast was so strong to send him flying into the wall and break however, it would stop before dropping him to the ground. With that amount of force it would have killed him, the man was a worthy opponent and did not derive to die. After that was done, the ground turned to mud, and he made his way back to the surface, fairly clean, before it turned back to ground."I'm impressed. Very impressed. And that;s saying a lot for a 527 year old human. Shall we call this a Draw, and take the Germans out or shall I finish this? With a Knock out?" he asked him slowly.

by **Cobalt Smith** Wed Apr 25, 2012 6:36 am

Cobalt actually swore as the ground seemed to explode. It didn't do anything of course. He could turn himself intangible in a heart beat after he had tuned the spell into his soul. A painful process but very worth it. Floating backwards a little bit, Cobalt became solid to brush himself off. He growled a little bit and pocked a finger through a hole in his suit,

"This is an armani suit." he seethed before sighing and throwing it away, "527 huh? I'm a spring chicken at over one hundred then. Let's stop attacking each other. Neither of us really wants to get serious. I think the germans like this town standing. Let's just go kill some germans. I feel like taking revenge for my suit."

by **Sergiy Monomyth** Wed Apr 25, 2012 6:57 am

He smiled looking at him. before speaking."Of course, we haven't even started playing yet. This was merely us having lunch." He teased.He looked at him and spoke." Let' kill some Germans. Ninja us away." He giggled slowly sighing. He waved his wand, and the hurricane, stopped. Before it harmed any more of the arena.

by **Cobalt Smith** Wed Apr 25, 2012 7:08 am

Cobalt snorted,

"I missed the part where we had lunch." he chuckled a little bit, "We're british. We should have had tea of course!"

He rolled his neck to loosen his muscles and put his wand away. For Cobalt the challenge came from killing magically armed people without magic. Of course it still wasn't much of a challenge but it was more theroputic. Nothing got you back to normal like violently stabbing someone in the chest until the twitching stopped. Cobalt moved his wrists and two hidden blades popped out,

"Lets go hunting."

by **Sergiy Monomyth** Wed Apr 25, 2012 7:51 am

He looked at him and spoke."In fact you didn't we just had our little Lunch by dueling each other." he said slowly, Before looking at him blades, so this one was an assassin" I prefer Russian Dumplings over Tea." He said slowly. He looked at him brightly, and his wand slide back in his wrist sleeve. he grabbed his sword from his back and begun to run at the entrance of the Arena."First one there is a rotten egg." He teased him again.

by **Cobalt Smith** Thu Apr 26, 2012 2:46 am

Cobalt's eyes narrowed a little bit. The person was speaking to him as if he was a three year old. Cobalt did not like condesending people. He shrugged a little bit,

"Whatever." he replied firmly, "Let's not get bogged down in pleasantries."

As the man started running towards the entrance, Cobalt blinked a few times. Was anyone really that immature when talking about the cold and souless act of killing? Apparently this guy was. Cobalt scowled a little bit. People who enjoyed killing were monsters in his book. They were either already monsters or monsters in waiting. They all turned out the same. He sighed a little bit and disapparated to the entrance of the arena, stabbing the man on duty through the eye. Blood splattered Cobalt's grim face as he looked at his one time opponent,

"Pick it up. The plan involves no witnesses."

by **Sergiy Monomyth** Thu Apr 26, 2012 4:15 am

He looked at him and sighed, he got towards the entrance and sighed. And cut off the man's head with his sword. The mere clash of flesh entering the socket of the man's neck and juglar point brought roustabout joy to him. It was by far the most enjoyable thing he has ever done for over four hundred years. He was an assassin in the past. And Powerful and still age. If it has not been for his Anti-Aging gene, he would be a old wizard powerless with only a few tricks and would have lost the duel with Cobalt. he shook his head and placed his sword back in it's place and went towards the next target.