Cavallone vs. Sephiroth, Standard.

[Cavallone]

"They better have a good reason for wasting my god damn time."

The angered youth snarled, running a hand through lengthy strands of ebony -- for whatever reason, someone hired him to stand around and wait on some unimportant bastard who, quite frankly, he had never heard of to begin with. Strife? From the last name alone, he came to the conclusion that it was either an alias, or the guy was more emotionally retarded than a chimpanzee. Tapping his foot against the wet cement, he tapped against the pommel of the blade that rest upon his left hip.

He looked more like a slum dweller moreso than anything else; a crimson hoodie with a comic book figure embedded on the back adorned his upper physique, that grotesque visage of sheer carnage leering at the unlucky individual intelligent enough to recognize the image. Black, baggy denim was worn upon the lower frame, making him out to be more of a gangster than anything else.

"I wonder if the bastard is gonna show. I damn sure wouldn't blame him if he didn't."

Impatient, vulgar, crude, and more than willing to kill for a bit of money, the youth was more than your average sociopath.

[Sephiroth]

Dave was sitting behind a rock smoking a cigarette when he heard the man talking wildly about him. Dave smirked he should be lucky im letting him live a little longer. Dave took the last puff and threw it on the ground. He stood up he didn't feel like walking around the huge boulder so he extended his left arm and a fiery glow shot out of his palm and blasted the rock.

Dave walked past the rock having a clear view of his opponent. Dave had no sword at the time but Dave had a trick up his sleeve.

"You shouldn't talk like that, you should be lucky I'm giving you extra time on this planet" Dave walked up behind his foe and said this soft enough it was barely a whisper.

Dave's Long Coat floated just slightly above his black boots his shining silver shoulder bugle's shining in the moonlight half of Dave's face was blacked out due to the angle of the light, but his features where distinct eyes that resembled the sky above hair brown enough it could be mistaken as black spiked up.

[Cavallone]

"And you need to shut your god damn mouth, you fucking prick."

His physique was motionless, eyes rolling in response to those stupid words that flowed from his dirty mouth. Personally, the young man couldn't stand opponents that were more arrogant than himself, and he was all too eager to get around to gutting the poor jack off. Messy strands of ebony fell over his visage, turning around to address the soldier while debris and dirt passed by his form. His left hand fell to the handguard of the katana, eyes narrowing while assessing the situation -- this guy was a bit too fond of showing off, and had no sort of weapon on his body; at least, not one that the crimson youth could easily spot.

Himself, on the other hand, was loaded with weaponry, though all of them were in the form of an edged weapon. Two knives were strapped to his lower calf muscles, two combat knives were sheathed and held on each individual forearm, and a balisong was hidden in a random pocket. If the opponent had a mind to disarm him, or destroy his weapon, then that plan was obviously going to fail. Horribly.

Before the man could reach his back, the youth had turned to glance at the typical looking male, snarling, biting back the taste of vomit. Visage masked by haphazard strands, he stood his very ground, analyzing his opponents musculature, searching for any aspect, twitch -- the slightest movement that could give him the immediate edge in the fight. Eyes, the face, even the tone of voice could clue in an experienced and deadly combatant.

"Dear god, I wish you would shut the fuck up. What, do you plan on being some cryptic little puss up until the moment I knock your sorry ass out?"

[Sephiroth]

Dave smirked at the man's empty remark. Dave knew in order to gain his freedom from his current position in his special force group he had to do this final mission.
Dave looked up at the dark sky closed his eye's and let the rain drip on his face than he faced his opponent "Boy oh boy" He looked dead into the eyes of the man "The Price of Freedom Sure Is Steep"

Dave didn't want to start the first attack out of respect for the man. He also felt sorry he had to die here. But Dave needed his freedom.

He has been in tough battles but this one he wasn't so sure of the man didn't look like a challenge so I better not go all out just yet.

[Cavallone]

"The price of freedom? Ain't none of us truly free until we're dead, boy. If you want freedom, you've come to the right place."

The youth wasn't about to disclose his name to his target -- not only was it stupid and cliche of a moment such as this, but it was just downright unwise. Tilting his neck to the side, the heel of his boot scraped across the wet cement, prompting the unsheathing of that blade. It didn't seem much more special than a regular katana, but it looked as if had seen its fair share of abuse. He had already shown a bit of compassion by allowing the guy to talk and go about with living for this long, but his patience was running thin.

"I hate people like you. Always blaming your damn misfortunes on other people, always so god damned naive until the day you die. What? Are you gonna curse me for slittin' your throat? I'm sure you've heard the saying 'Freedom isn't free', right? Some people die for what they believe is freedom, and they pass onto the next life just as retarded. Guess you're just the same, huh?"

He was a professional, right down to his very breathing pattern -- regulated and controlled for a hostile and combative environment, and though he was toned and had somewhat of a muscular physique, his movements seemed to hold a slick, yet brutal grace to them. All of his senses were working at full capacity, catching every sound, smell, movement, anything that related to the current task at hand. Adrenaline was flowing throughout his system, amplifying his reaction times and muscular movement, taking a single step toward his prey. An amused grin showcased canines, eyes narrowing sadistically, his entire presence weighing down the surrounding environment.

"Just what makes you think you'll be free, if you just so happen to win? You won't. Ignorance is something that pisses me off, you little shit."

Raising his right leg, he brought his heel down into the concrete, cracking and destroying the small area that it slammed against. Just what was up with people around here? They all seemed to be so damn stupid, or maybe he was just too much of a pessimist? He was tired of messing around with someone who obviously wouldn't listen, and just the sound of his voice, the way his eyes glanced at him, the crimson youth could tell that he wasn't being taken seriously.

"Let's get this over with. I need to hurry up and get paid."

[Sephiroth]

Dave looked at the man if he wanted a fight, he will give him one.

Dave walked forward as if to greet the man before the battle began

Dave started talking to him while slowly approaching him.
"What are you even doing, here taking such a low level job, just for a few hundred dollars when you can make thousands on the right person"

Dave knew this man wasn't informed well enough the people who hired him Sissified him as a low lvl job so the people who came and hunted him would die witch gave the Company more money less people to pay more money in thier pockets.
But Dave saw something in this man that he haden't in the other few that have come to kill him. He isnt as stupid.
Dave smiled "Get Ready"
With in an instant Dave disapered without a trace.

Dave was only hopping for the right time to strike he had mastered the teleportation skill but he can only hold it for a few moments

[Cavallone]

". . . How would you know how much I'm being paid, unless you're in on it?"

The vulgar youth was skeptical, but it all seemed typical of a low level job such as this -- everyone had a reason to have another man murdered, and this seemed a little bit too convenient. Someone was fucking with him, and he didn't like the notion of being manipulated one bit. Snarling, he somehow managed to hold back every tiny bit of murderous rage, digits tightening around the handle of that blade, knuckles popping in a cacophony of murderous intent. Grey eyes narrowed menacingly as the boy disappeared, throwing his own arms up into the air in response.

"Oh, come the FUCK on. You go on and on about killing me, and then your ass wants to fucking disappear? Fuck you, fuck your company, fuck your god damn profession, and most of all, fuck your little teleportation bullshit."

Katsuya -- if that was even his actual name -- scoured the area, focusing on a few simple things; he needed to keep his ears open, and his senses alert. The moment the idiot came back into sight, chances were, he'd be in one of his blindspots, and that was something Katsuya could count on. His knuckles were slowly blanching due to the tight grip he had on that sword, lips curling into a down right evil snarl.

"Just wait, you son of a bitch."

[Sephiroth]

Dave knew that this man was expecting a blind spot attack he wasn't stupid but Dave had to get him off guard somehow.

Dave had a plan but with this plan he had to move very fast this man was here to kill him and not to play.

Dave could bet the man would do what Dave thought he was going to do.

Dave teleported behind the man and said
"Since when do you have your back turned on your enemy's"

As the last word's escaped his mouth that flew upward to avoid the attack the man so persistently couldn't resist doing.

"Let's Make this a little more fair" Dave shouted as he floated above the man
He outstreched his hand's and a gental green whisp came out of his hands it became more violent and more of them came thill an huge amount of these green whisps acumulated to form Dave's legendary sword, "The Masamune"

The green faded with a bright flash and their Dave as floating with his 6 foot sword in his left hand gazeing down at the man.

[Cavallone]

"The hell you tryin' to do, shithead?"

The shenanigans that the man wanted to play out were nothing that could possibly effect his own mindset, rolling his eyes in response to the childs play. Digits wrapped around the handle of the blade, gritting his teeth; it was best that he hold back his anger, otherwise, the situation was going to get hell of a lot more messy than he ever could have wanted it to. Those loose clothes hung off his figure, turning around to stare at the suspended Dave through ebony strands.

"There's nothing you could do to make this fair. I'm telling you this for a damned reason, boy."

Katsuya was bored; at least his other adversaries had went on the attack by now, and gave him something to do. This kid just seemed persistent on being a little pain in the ass, going on with constant words that made him sound lamer than a pile of granny ---..

Enough of that.

[Sephiroth]

Dave chuckled as he was in the air "What are you getting yourself into, there is a reason your work has classified me as a low case, So people take me to make quick money but when they final realize what your company has done to them, They have sent them on a death trip because they don't want you anymore, I have been getting rusty because I let one of your men live because I didn't want his family to suffer like I had when my father was killed, But I realize that, what I did was a mistake, a mistake I'm never going to repeat.


Dave threw his sword behind his shoulder his sword acquired a green mist following behind it (OCC Ima go a little FF7 on this)
People call it the lifestream, it's the planets energy keep's it living when you die your lifestream gets leaked into the planet healing it, Dave's sword Masamune was once a legendray sword wieled by the great Sephiroth his mission was to destory the planet and take in the lifestream his sword was overpowered with it and know it's in Daves hands with the power of the lifestream fueling it that is where it get it's power of mass destruction (OCC this is also the case for the FF8RP even though this is a FF7 concept)

As Dave flew toward the man he used both his hands to send out an emense blow of pure power the wind rushed beside Daves face causing all his hair to fly to the front.

[Cavallone]

"The fact that you think you're going to win is something straight out of a saturday morning cartoon. How about this? When I'm done beating you into the ground, I'll surgically remove your ribcage so you can suck your own cock. That way, instead of trying to be the biggest badass you can in that endless pursuit of losing your virginity, you can put your damn mouth to work on a more rewarding endeavor. I'm telling you, this whole act of pissing people off is just a waste of time for a weak fuck like you."

Arrogantly shrugging, he shook his head in response to what his "opponent" had to say, tiers curling into a smirk. There was one big difference between the two individuals, and it he was going to make it painfully clear by the time the contest was over. Cloudy oculi narrowed menacingly, stepping closer to the hovering individual. Brushing lengthy strands of hair out of his visage, canines bit into the flesh of his lip, coming close to drawing blood.

"I'm getting tired of you, just as well as I'm sure everyone you met already has."

The moment the man mad a hostile advance, the katana was liberated from the sheathe, held out in front of his own physique. He couldn't stand this guy -- he was flying around and bragging on and on about how powerful he was, and now he was slinging around energy the color of vomit; the very same that bordered on being puked from his core. Taking a few steps to the right, he carefully calculated everything in his mind; with a quick dash to the right side, the blast slammed down into the area where he once stood.

Turning in mid dash to face the flying male, the curved blade held within his right hand. Powerful legs thrust against the cold, damp concrete, placing him within distance to which he could actually strike. Tensing his left arm, a flat, foreign objected slid flawlessly and stealthily into his grasp, further hidden by the darkness of the area. Under the guise of an upward swing, his muscles powerfully arced upwards, the blade distorting the air around it from sheer force.

However, the muscles in his left hand let go of the metallic object at that moment, sending a small knife flying towards an exposed liver. The consequences of that being successful were more than obvious; a very painful bleeding out until death. Katsuya was tired of this boy, his flying bullshit, and his little sword and energy shit.

[Sephiroth]

As Dave flew toward Katsuya when he missed he noticed a small, shinny metal knife come flying up. "Let's hope this leather is strong enough" Dave thought.
As Dave flew over it the knife went into his kidney ripping part of Dave's shirt but got stopped on the leather. Dave's heart skipped a beat as he came crashing down onto the floor. To worried about if the knife was gonna go in our not, in all that thought he forgot to out stretch his leg's and come to a halt.

Dave skidded across the wet cement. cutting up his arm's and legs causing them to trickle a little bit of blood. Dave lay there slowly bleeding from the scraped off skin from the fall of the cement. Dave looked into the sky and rain poured on his face.
In his parifial vision he say Katsuya standing there. Dave grabbed his sword inch by inch waiting for the man to get within reach before Dave sprung.
Dave looked as though he suffered a fair bit of damage and that he got stabed becuase the blood that was comming out of his arm's was getting washed down by the rain to where Katsuya was standing. Dave hoped this confinced him, That Dave was hurt and was unable to fight causeing him to come close to Dave and than the trap can unfold.

Dave lay motionless waiting for him to come his hair was getting all wet and so where his cloths.
"Closer, Closer" Dave thought in his head.