Code of Conduct

Randi "Borg Queen" Thirteen walked into the arena in the evening that day. She wore a burgandy sweatshirt with the hood pulled over her head, leather gloves, jeans, and black and white Vans. She hung her head- an unusual characteristic for the normally bubbly girl- but today had been a hard day. She'd made the mistake of going out into town with Kat and Amber. Adults cringed and a couple of kids cried. Mostly, they just stared. Everybody always stared. And despite the smile she always had plastered to her face, it hurt. And now she was going to take it out on some dummies.

With her good pulled down, Randi would've appeared to be just another normal kid to anyone not walking by. She was, however, very far from normal. Monstrosity would be the best word to describe her outward appearance. When she was eight years old, a car crash had taken not only her mother and father, but her arms and legs as well. Two bouts with cancer had left her without hair as well. Randi was not beautiful- far from it, actually. Bald, with bionic limbs and patchy, scar covered skin: that's how she coined the nickname "Borg Queen".

Normally, she wouldn't let it bother her but tonight was a bad night. So she took out a sword and hacked at some dummies until she felt better.

He was wearing his lorica conquistara, and swung his heavy broadsword downwards, completely carving through a row of dummies. He smirked as he watched the destroyed make-shift training items. He sure did not find it interesting to just reduce these things to oblivion in just seconds. He needed a new training regiment. Still wearing his suit of demonic armor, he snapped his fingers and summoned his bow and arrow. He carefully aimed at a faraway apple he placed earlier some several hours ago. He carefully pulled the string of his weapon and concentrated an extraordinary amount of energy at his bow. He could feel the way the arrow was vibrating with his concentration and after a couple of seconds, he released the projectile and let it fly off towards the mile long apple. THe arrow was at this point spinning and could easily pierce the apple. Brastus kept his eyes fixed and watched with eagerness, but as the arrow approached the apple, a bothering wind rose up and slightly changed the trajectory of the incredible arrow. The end result was a large hole on the ground with the arrow buried several feet deep on it, but the apple remained intact and still eatable. "Aww crap!" Cursed Brastus still wearing his armor.

The Armor:

Randi was hacking the ever-living crap out of the pathetic wooden dummies. She wasn't actually trying to accomplish anything, she was just frustrated and upset. Despite the way her insides screamed at her, she didn't cry. Crying was for the weak - - no, that wasn't it. Because deep down inside, she was weak. Now, she was just too tired to cry.

Suddenly, she heard a rumbling, clanking, clamouring series of loud noises. Turning around, Randi peaked out of the corners of her hoodie at a terrifying sight: she wasn't even sure if the man was human! She thought, for just a tick, that it might've been a demon come to collect her soul. Whatever it was, it was terrifying-looking. But Randi, for some reason, wasn't afraid. Fear was too much effort. Instead she just stared at the thing from underneth her hood.

OOC it'd be awesome if he thought she was a boy and challenged her to a fight xD

Brastus noticed a person staring at him and he, still wearing his heavy suit of armor walked ever so slowly towards the person with a terrifying aura around him. He looked more like a demon with a humanoid form than a human wearing demonic armor. He decided to prank the person by giving it a scare of a year. He decided to make his presence known and he made it so he had an air of danger and dread around himself. He summoned a massive sword with an equally demonic form and continued to walk ever so fearfully towards the one staring at him.

Randi held her ground. She crossed one arm over her chest and leaned on her sword. She narrowed her eyes, those hazel orbs glinting darkly under her hood. Had this thing come to kill her? She hoped not. She might be tired and depressed but she certainly wasn't suicidal. She'd fight for her life no matter how tired she was. A sense of danger and dread washed over her and she wanted to slink away, but she wasn't very good at running. She felt afraid to some extent, but mostly she was angry. "So you gonna fight me or what?" She challenged, her voice low and dark from lack of use.

Brastus, laughing inside his armor, suddenly came face to face with her. He towered over the person and looked like he was going to drag her to Tartatus himself. He suddenly rose his armed sword and drove it downward to the ground and burke fit just next to the girl. After hearing her words he decided to laugh a bit, his voice turning deep and powerful with his armor. He decided to end his whole prank.

"Pretty convincing eh?" Said Brastus with his deep voice. He pressed the central emblem of his armor and the demonic suit of armor disappeared by turning into specks of light. He was shirtless, because every time he used his armor, it did damage his shirts and he had to buy new ones. However he had some injuries on his masculine and fortified chest. These where done due to the small interior spikes of his armor which extracted some of his blood in order to function. It wasn't anything serious though so he decided to ignore his small wounds and flashed the person a huge friendly smile, which displayed his somewhat pronounced canines.

Randi took a rather nervous step back. She tugged down her hoody even farther. Normally she would plaster on her usual fake smile but today that was too much effort. "So you gonna fight me or what?" Randi asked again, struggling against her odd bout of anger.

Brastus, who felt a slight breeze on his proud chest, looked down at the person in front of him and looked at her with evident confusion. Sure he loved fighting, but he didn't want to hurt such a shy person. He crossed his arms and said:

" Look kid, I don't wanna fight ya. Ya seem like you've been through Hell and back. I wont be abusive. However, if you do still want to fight, then I propose a challenge, the first to lose a single drop of blood loses and has to clean up the winner's bench for an entire week." Finished Brastus who smirked ever so proudly.

OOC: Brastus, that's kind of sexual insinuation what you did there. This is a kid's site, so not acceptable.
Also

Brastus wrote:He decided to make his power show and he made it so he had an air of danger and dread around himself.

Are you saying he can make an air of danger and dread appear around himself, like, a power?

Randi heaved a sigh. This was a dodging game. With heavy metal arms and legs, Randi certainly wasn't very fast. But she did have the upper-hand when it came to drawing blood: both her arms and legs ran on oil, not blood. He's have to catch her face or body if he wanted to draw blood. "Deal," she said quickly.

Randi's brain was at war with itself. She wasn't usually one to pick fights, nor was she one to be angry or hold grudges. It felt odd and out of character for her. Shaking her head, she pushed those thoughts away; after this quick little speed match, she's go back to her happy bubbly self, she promised herself.

"Swords only. No power, no arrows, no projectiles,"

OOC It's alright. I'm going to try and be on as much as I can, but it's finals week and I have to study for AP Calc and physics.

With an air of confidence around his being, he looked up and got his entire system pumping. If there was one thing he loved doing, it was fighting like a maniac, which is exactly what he was going to do. He never held back, nor did he ever pity anyone, even handicaps. Be it woman, man, child, elderly or even crippled, it was all the same for him and that was a target. Compared to life, fighting was simple and easy. It didn't require complex emotions of feelings. With a hum, he took a squatting position and flexed his chiseled form until all of his muscles were stressed and ready for combat. He also decided to remain shirtless since it would give his adversary a slight edge during there little spar. His handsome face contorted into the face of a maniac and he laughed like one too.

Getting up from his squatting position, Brastus stood up with his back straight and looked down on the other person wearing a hoodie. He did find it odd for someone to conceal their face during a battle between two, but he nonetheless decided to ignore this thought with a shrug of his shoulders.

"The deal is struck! First to bleeds loses! I love that form of battle, it lets me see just how skilled my enemy is during a confrontation of speed, strength, agility and wits. Do try to make this interesting, darling." Mocked Brastus as he ripped off his chain-like necklace by the dagger-like piece it had and crushed it with his hands. By doing so a dark scarlet wave of energy got released and a black sword with a red ruby for a pommel, a skull's face for a guard and a blade as dark as night, appeared. For a normal guy, the sheer size of the blade somehow seemed like it required two hands to even swing it with ungracefulness, but in his hands, he grasped the large weapon with just one arm and planted it directly into the floor.

"If you are ready, lets do this like real warriors and carry out the salute of battle." Directed the excited teen with the large sword as he proceeded to walk twenty steps away from the other person as tradition dictated.

Upon seeing the boy's massive weapon, Randi felt a rush of panic knotting itself in her stomach. The breath caught in her throat and for the first time in a long time, she was truly scared. She took a step back and bumped into the dummy she'd been hacking at earlier. A shiver made its way up her spine and she trembled.

What do I have to fear? What can he do to me that hasn't been done already? Randi thought bitterly. She felt angry tears pricking the backs of her eyes. Crying? How humiliating! Steeling herself, Randi took the appropriate number of steps away from her opponent and watched his movements with anticipation.

Randi gripped the hilt of her sword tightly. All she had was a misericorde, the blade of which was hardly even a foot long. "Ready when you are,"

He didn't rush at her directly. This might be a surprise, but Brastus is not one to start of a fight. He flexed his index finger in an attempt to taunt the other person and he gripped his sword by the handle and placed it in a somewhat defensive position. Truth be told, his entire fighting style was not focused on offense directly. Sure he had enough power to easily overwhelm many when he went on the offensive, but he preferred to first study his enemy.

"Believe it or not, I am a gentleman from time to time. By all means, I shall allow you to have the first strike. You might need it though so don't waste it." taunted Brastus yet again as he smirked ever so arrogantly.

"Wh-what?" Randi asked, a bit caught off guard, swallowing thickly, she steadied herself. "Have it your way," she growled.

Randi was, in no way, good at fighting. She was short, underweight and slow. She'd gotten herself in way over her head. But she was also resilient and stubborn, so she wasn't just about to give up. Randi did the only thing she could think of doing in this situation: she rushed him. With her pathetic little "sword" the only way she'd have a chance would be if she got in close.

OOC sorry, short post.

Brastus was flabbergasted by her tactic. Is she really fighting ME head on. Oh good grief. better give her a decent weapon at least. Thought Brastus as he snapped his fingers and summon his five weapons and planted them against the ground. He looked rather tired and similar to having one's entire muscular system burned, twisted and stretched. Every one of his muscles hurt and just lifting his head felt like having a pencil be driven through one's thigh.  He did keep his cocky smile.

"Wait! Before you come at me with that, forgive me, pathetic excuse for an attack. Please, take one of my weapons and use it against me. Im sure it will be better than using that thing against me.' Said Brastus who seemed like he was going to faint at any given second. The tremendous strain on his body was too much for him. This, of course, was a result of summoning his five weapons at the exact same time. There was a massive warhammer, easily bigger and heavier than an average size child, a pair of shorts swords, a black yet incredibly regal rapier with a golden hilt and a small diamond at the pommel, a large rectangular shield, and a spear with a majestic head. All of those weapons were the works of a master blacksmith and could easily afford Brastus a large mansion.

Randi faltered, halting her attack. Pathetic excuse for an attack. Randi found herself cringing at his words. Oh, it had been a rough day indeed. She was surprised at herself for being this emotionally compromised. Randi felt a tug in her gut and fought the urge to show him up using nothing but her misericorde. She was stubborn to the last, yes, but she wasn't stupid. Getting reckless are we, eh Borg Queen? "If you insist," Randi sheathed her short sword and grasped the hit of the rapier with her leather-clad fingers. Looked up at him - - still not making eye contact - - and waited for his permission to resume her attack.

Brastus smirked and sort of lit up. He felt proud she lifted his rapier and somehow, he also felt threatened yet secure at the same time. He gave her a gentleman's bow in a humorous way and signaled her to continue her assault. unbeknown to her, his first weapon had been the rapier and he had mastered the three forms of fencing ten years ago. Still, the reason he didn't use his rapier as his main weapon was because it lacked base power and was only used for strong decisive attacks when he used it.

"Good choice I might add. Please proceed." Said Brastus who regained his composition again.

Randi suddenly felt intimidated. This was his weapon. Surely, he must've mastered it by now. Already she felt humiliated by him. But she quickly shook the feeling off and rushed him again, although she was rather slow, mind you.

OOC Bleh, sorry for another crappy post. Calculus is over taking my life.

Brastus smirked at her with a smile that looked more like a big you-feel for-my-trap-smile. After the person wielding his rapier tried to strike him, Brastus slapped off the thin yet elegant sword and countered with a wide-arc movement of his sword which was aimed directly at the hood of the person. The icy blade approached the hood and it was unknown really by then if he did strike her, but before he countered her unruly thrust he said with a surprisingly serious tone:

"Too simple. This thrust is easy to parry and is a sign of your inexperience wielding a rapier. First lesson, your stance is weak and you are using it as a weapon of slicing. This is a gentleman's blade. It was meant to be used by skilled and show-offy guys, not barbarians. Lesson 2, dodge this if you want to hear it. "Said Brastus who was now really more like a teacher and less of an opponent.

Randi ducked, but just in the nick of time. She felt her face growing hot as tears, once again, began to prick the backs of her eyes. She was growing frustrated with him and with herself. "You're supposed to be my opponent, not my damn teacher," Randi growled, her voice wavering. She tugged at her hood fearing she might cry. It would be pathetic if he saw her cry!

Randi dropped the rapier out of defiance and pulled our her misericorde. Sure it was a dumb move, but at least he couldn't tell her how to use her own damn weapon! She rushed in and got up close, close enough, she hoped, that her weapon would reach and his would fail. She made a jab for his side and hoped he wouldn't backhand her in the face.

Brastus dodged the predictable move and pushed her off a bit in order to create some distance between them using his powerful arms and hands. He later jumped up high and prepared to deliver a devastating downward slice that could, if connected, cleave right through her. "Trust me, I am not teaching you anything. I am just making this spar less boring." Said Brastus as he begun to descend downward with his powerful sword extended.

The comment sliced through her worse than any sword could. Her brain was friend. She was completely compromised. All she could do was watch in utter horror as the blade descended in what seemed like slow motion. But at the very last second, her brain switched on and she took a shaky step backwards in a last ditch attempt to save herself.

Randi succeeded in saving her own life, but the sword still connected. It sliced over her collar bone near the shoulder, leaving a nice, deep gash. Stumbling backwards, she was suddenly aware that her legs were no longer functioning when she felt her head connect with the ground. Hard. Needless to say, her hood came down and she was left staring a the sky is a shocked stupor.

Brastus, who now declared himself the winner. Turned his sword back into his necklace and calmly walked over the person he had just battle. However, the biggest surprise of the whole night was in what he did afterwards. He extended her a hand and helped her get up. He had to say, the person looked kinda femalish yet kinda like a super awesome robot. He smiled at her playfully and extended his fist to her for a fist pump. "Guess I lose right kiddo!" Said Brastus, who immediately after cutting her, used the sharp side of is blade to into his side of his neck. "You got gumption, I love that. And the robo thingy, awesome. I wish I had a robot leg or arm. Anyways, I'm sorry if I was rude to ya, but hey, at least ya beat me fair and square. not many people can say they bested Brastus Caesar in a duel of strength and speed. As promised, I will be yer private butler, manservant, whatever ya want for a week. Brastus Caesar Decimus, At your service!" Said Brastus who seemed rather friendly and funny. He didn't forfeit the match because he was too arrogant or because he felt pity, but because she was brave enough to fight him, and in his book, that meant more than winning or losing.

Randi remained on the ground watching the stars spin round and round in her eyesight. She was vaguely aware that someone was speaking to her, but had absolutely no idea what they were saying. She mumbled something along the lines of "Are you speak Spanish?" But it just came out as a bunch of gibberish.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Randi fought to get back in control of her head and make the spinning stop. She ran a shaking, robot limb down the back of her slick head only to discover something wet and sticky. Dammit, she thought. Kat's gonna be pusses if I show up with a concussion. shaking her head - - and immediately regretting it - - Randi opened her eyes and slowly got to her feet. Everything was spinning. She didn't like that.

Her chest stung, and she felt like crying, humiliated for being stupid enough to pick a fight in the first place. She wasn't aware that he had given the win to her, she's been too out of it to hear that little tidbit. Her eyes were already red and puffy from holding back tears. But! Randi was well aware that she was in public, and it's not ok to cry in front of other people. So she did what she did best: lie. She put on a big, wide, happy masked, and stuffed her emotions deep inside.

"Hiya!" She exclaimed gleefully, a wide grin plastered all over her face. "Congrats on the win!" She beamed. "Y'know, you're a pretty scary dude! But I wasn't scare! Nope! Not one bit!" Randi stuck her tongue out between her teeth like a little kid.

Brastus came up to her and lifted her up into the air. He gave her a hug similar to a brother and said.

"Cry...Even a jerk like me can see u want to cry for quite some time. Crying doesn't make u weaker, it makes you stronger. By crying you accept a reality and eventually gain the strength to overcome that reality. Do u think I don't cry? Girl, I've cried more than a fat kid losin an ice cream cone!" joked Brastus trying to lighten up the mood. He now had sheer respect for the girl, and as everybody knows, once Brastus respects someone, that person is practically untouchable and a member of the ones he cherishes most. Right now, the girl looked more like a lost sister and he just wanted to make her feel safe and secure. He wanted to be friendly and in a way, brotherly.