Retane Vs Jack Frost: The Nightmare (PvP)

[Retane]

The namekian warrior hopped down from the branch.

There wouldn't really be anymore need for much verbal contact. Actions spoke louder then words.

Retane touched the ground, knowing he had set the rules clearly. He took his time looking on at the eyes of his comrade. There were murmurs from the adolescent namekians in the background. The Emerald Warrior could see that Jack heard them better and there was an unease in the Ice Wielder's visage. It was obvious that Retane had unnerverd all those in the area. It had been the point. The scenario had to be just right, and it was.

"So it's like this now is it? Have you gone completely nuts?" Jack took a defensive stance, making sure Savior was ready at a moments notice.

Retane looked quietly on at his fellow Horsemen. The defensive behavior was to be expected. It was why the Guardian of Fun had jumped forward, and not backward. 'First into the fire, in hopes of cooling it', Arith had dubbed it once before. The Emerald Warrior didn't speak though. It was no longer a time for him to do such a thing. He looked around once more, making sure that everyone kept themselves in check.

The Emerald Warrior charged then, his fist tucked low. Jack saw him coming and tapped the ground. Retane wasn't a fool, and saw the slight shiver of ice cross against the ground. The Leader sneered as he passed over, his toes dragging across the hardenend ground. The Guardian didn't have time to dodge as the fist took him by surprise. The blow sent Frost reeling head behind heels.

Jack slammed into a tree behind him. Savior, his curved staff, had left his hand and spun around inbetween the two after the initial contact. The tree the Guardian had slammed into hardly quaked, though green leaves slowly floated from it's branches.. There was an indention in the bark from Frost's backside, but the attack hardly seemed to phase the Icer.

Jack stood up and his eyes landed on Savior. Retane already knew his comrade's weakness, and that was the hooked staff. The ice started to desolved beneath the namekian's hovering feet almost as soon as the Savior and it's wielder seperated. The Emerald Warrior dashed to Savior, watching Jack's unflenching eyes. The namekian plucked it up with the toe of his boot and kicked it at Frost, who caught it. The Guardian gave a curious glance as Retane let a low solemn growl echoe from his chest.

Frost took a few steps towards the center of the open area. There was a hesitation in the walk, but the Horsemen strode to meet his counterpart. It didn't catch the green warrior off guard at all, he knew that the Guardian would try to end this peacefully.

A sneer crossed the Emerald Fiend's face, just enough for the shadows to reveal his pearly fangs. Frost caught sight of it, and leapt out of the way as Retane charged. The namekian turned as he passed his target, his heel digging into the ground to endure his speed, and dashed again at Jack Frost once again. Retane raked a swift claw at his comrade-in-arms, only to be deflected, by the same staff he had kicked to is foe. Savior's deflecting parry was cold to the touch, and the biteing pain in Retane's hand, only made him angry.

The feral namek dug his free hand into the ground and, again, spun himself around. He lunged himself at his fellow Horsemen and his knee plunged deep into the center of Jack's back. Retane took the weight and momentum of his body and drove the Guardian into the ground. The Ice Wielder maintained his grip on his staff, and the namekian noted it. Retane pushed off an away from the Guardian, but made sure that Jack would still have the adolesent namekians at his back.

Retane watched as the Guardian of the Horsemen pulled himself to his feet. The green warior hadn't really hurt Frost, but he had started a plan. However, the Emerald Warrior was almost shocked when he watched his comrade grin and ,"So this is how it is?"

"Yeah, this is how it is." Retane let his voice go in on a low rumble. The namekian didn't need much words. He never usually did. His actions would prove his point.

Small bits of clouds started to form up above. It wouldn't be long before the sky darkend. Perhaps it will cry today, the namek mused to himself. It would be ironic if it did.