(((I have a fair ammount of experience RPing on other sites, and wish to sort of break myself in here with a little duel for whomever is interested.)))

Setting: Post-modern. Very advanced technology.
Location: Deserted sidestreet of a massive metropolis on a warm, clear summer day.
Magic: N/A
NPC: N/A


(((Here's my character sheet for this duel.)))


Name: People call him the NightStalker, but none other than himself lives that knows his real name.

Appearance: 5'6", 155lb. Often described as wirey, spring-loaded is a better description. Fast on his feet, and with superb reflexes, the NightStalker has earned his name well.

Bio: Having grown up on the streets, Stalker had few friends and lived off of theivery. As he grew older, he had no friends and began to realize that murder pays well and is less effort than burglery. Eventually, Stalker became a hired assassin, working for underground crime lords making a little extra money in his own time off of unwary citizens.


Story:
Lounging in the shadow of two buildings, Stalker idly stroked the handle of the thermal-charge strapped to his thigh. The lazer it fired would pierce solid steel in seconds and Stalker never went anywhere without it and several other items about his body. The shadow generator at Stalker's feet made him blend into the shadows so completely that few would notice him until they were too close for it to make any difference.

Standing perfectly still so as not to ripple the shadows, Stalker gazed down the street towards the sound of approaching footsteps echoing on the concrete around the corner. In the shadows, only about 15ft. from the corner, Stalker waited as a lone figure stepped into view.

Name: Dalero, but most just call him Dal.

Appearance: He stands 5'9" tall. His eyes, a light shade of blue, are so eerie that people describe them as though he's "looking into your soul." Often described as determined and very intelligent, but he mostly just charges into combat. He likes to play mind games with his victims before he takes them down.

Bio: At an early age he was orphaned, leaving him to fend for his own, and that eventually led to him becoming dependent on no one. He does everything his own way, and completely ignores what others say. Because so, he decided to get a job hunting bounties. All of the criminals he killed never stood a chance, and so he went for the big money. A very hefty sum on one "Nightstalker" caught his eye, and he went searching.

Story:

"Nightstalker, surprised to see me?" he said in a sarcastic tone. The man was obviously not going to answer, seeing as how he never had before. Dal had hunted Nightstalker for quite a few years now, and every time they had met, he had gotten away. He was a slippery one, and quick too. His deft movements surprised even Dal, who wasn't slow himself. He took the strap off of the metal club at his hip and tossed it into the air a couple of times. "Not speaking, huh? Guess I'll just have to do this the hard way then." Dal hated when his victims didn't speak, it left less room for mind games. No matter, he would have his money one way or another. He thought it better to let Nightstalker make the first move, lest he screw up somewhere along the line.

((Don't know if that's acceptable, but I would like to duel! ^^))

Stalker was slightly surprised when he recognized the man in front of him, but didn't let that phase him. They had met four times in the past, and every time Stalker had only managed a narrow escape. Stalker had even taken the time to learn the man's name; something he had not cared about in another person for a long time. This time Stalker wanted to end it once and for all.

"Dalero," Stalker thought to himself, "This time we may just get the bounty on the bounty hunter."

The various crime lords of the city all wanted Dalero's head. He had caught too many criminals for them not to. Stalker knew he'd make a good profit off this kill.

Grinning to himself, he touched the generator on the ground with his foot. Prodding a small button on one side of the unit, it flared once, briefly illuminating both men. Suddenly, the generated shadow spread to encompass most of the alley, making it darker than the cloudiest night. The generator's battery would not have the power to hold the shadow long. Minutes at best.

Stalker slid on a pair of goggles that would let him see through the generated shadows. Moving silently to one side, Stalker quickly circled around behind the man he could see through the goggles. He pulled a pulse cap out of one of his pockets, it would give an electric shock to whatever it hit, strong enough to seize a persons muscles for the few seconds needed to deliver a fatal blow.

Activating the cap with a small click, Stalker tossed it at the other man's back.

Dal looked through the shadows, squinting his eyes to see past the darkness. He was never one for advanced technology, so he didn't have any means to just see past them. He heard a small click, a recognizable one, and then a shock went through his body. It spread through his body, but didn't affect him much. "Come on, you think other's haven't tried that? You're using menial tricks this time, NightStalker. Run out of ideas already?" he taunted.

After the slight pain dissipated, he brought the club to a readied position. No footsteps were heard, nothing could be seen, and he knew he was in trouble. The other times he had approached NightStalker had been when it was dusk, with at least a slight amount of light allowing him too see. This time he couldn't see a thing.

He brought the club up into the air and swung into the darkness vertically. Then, without missing a beat, he swung it in a full circle to disclose his position. If anything was in his way, that would have gotten rid of it.

One of the only items of technology on his body were the earpieces he wore. He wasn't deaf, but what they did was increase one's hearing so that they could hear just about anything. He reached up and tuned the earpieces slightly higher. Still no sound. He wasn't able to turn the piece up further, for fear of destroying his eardrums, but if NightStalker made any careless mistake, then he'd hear it for sure.

Stalker watched Dal turn up his earpieces with a slight grimace. Those had almost cost him his escape last time. But he knew how to deal with them this time.

Pulling what looked like an old two way radio out of a belt-pouch, he held a button on the side to charge it for a minute. Releasing the button, there was a sharp click as the generator turned off. The electric disrupter Stalker quickly tucked away had just fried any electonic device within about 20 feet; whether they were turned on or not. This rendered a couple of Stalkers tools useless, but he was willing to lose them if it meant killing those earpieces, or anything else like them on the other man.

Stalker stood about 15 feet from the other man, one hand resting on his thermal, the other fingering a metalic ball, about the size of a marble, that he had pulled out when he put away the disrupter.

A small fizzling sound resonated in his ears. His earpieces had just gone dead. He took them off and shoved them into his pocket. His only resort was to swing aimlessly into the night and wait to land a hit. And so he did just that. He brought the club in full circle and then starting swinging at the air. He hit the side of a building a couple of times, and a trash can once, but it seemed that NightStalker kept evading him.

After tiring himself out a little, he decided to try some tech. He pulled a small flashlight from out of his pocket and turned it on. The reason he hadn't used it in the first place was because it revealed himself as well, so it wouldn't have been smart. He shone it into a corner and saw a figure crouching low to the ground. Most likely NightStalker, but it could have been a trap. He took his chances and swung for it.

(((Um, I killed the shadow generator as well. It's now back to being broad daylight again. Your character should be able to see mine without any difficulty now. I figured that it wouldn't be fair of me to post a reply without letting you know that first. I'll edit this into my real post after or if you're fine with yours the way it is. Just wanted to be fair though.)))

(((Um, I killed the shadow generator as well. It's now back to being broad daylight again. Your character should be able to see mine without any difficulty now. I figured that it wouldn't be fair of me to post a reply without letting you know that first. I'll edit this into my real post after or if you're fine with yours the way it is. Just wanted to be fair though.)))

((We'll just assume that the shadow generator works on batteries as well. :P But in at least one or two posts, the shadow that it generated should be gone, seeing as how it only lasts a few minutes.))

(((works for me)))

Slyyger silently slipped off his goggles which were killed by the disrupter and put them back in one of his breast pockets.

Stalker grinned to himself as he saw the light move towards the decoy he had set up just in case his victim decided to put of a fight Waiting until the other had knocked over the decoy, he tossed the small ball at where he could see the other's feet vaguely illuminated by the light reflecting off the alley wall.

The ball hit the ground with a sharp crack and burst open in a cloud of vapour that misted up around the other man. The vapour wasn't really harmfull, but it would make the eyes water badly and send most people into a temporary coughing fit.

Even without the earpieces, he heard it, but was too late to react. The small clanging sound of an object, and then the click as it opened. Then, gas poured forth, covering him and everything around him. He started to cough slightly, but not enough to distract him from doing anything. His right eye started to tingle, and then his left, but as soon as he emerged from the smoke his eyes started to feel like they were on fire. He let out a small grunt, not a good sign. His enemy now knew that he was weak and was probably going to make a move any time. He waited, patiently, and listened. He need not his eyes to be able to take down a foe.

((Meh, short post...kinda going through a depression and I'm having writer's block. They don't mix well. -_-))

(((No problem man. We've all been there. And sorry about the really slow response here. My sister messed with my internet settings and I wasn't able to get online for a few days.)))

Stalker listened carefully to the sounds Dal made as he breathed the harsh vapours into his lungs. Using the sound to pinpoint the other man, Stalker silently backed towards the edge of the shadow and the mouth of the alley, drawing an archaic mechanical pistol from a holster in the small of his back.

Crouching near the mouth of the alley, Stalker aimed the pistol at where he had last heard Dal and waited, about 20 feet away, ready to fire the moment the generator turned off.

"This is it," Stalker thought to himself with a grin, "let's see you avoid this."

With shocking suddenness, the alley was flooded with light as the generator's auxilliary battery finally died. The light partially blinded Stalker for a moment as the alley echoed with the roar of the gun shot at the blurred form in front of him.