Or not so friendly.
I wish to duel Ziggura,
Thee daughter of me.
For this fight, I chose
Rachet August!
The descendant of the Craws.
Will you fight me, Ziggura?

Me, Rachet August, will have no control of my 'Power of Gods', as shown inside of thee BIO.
Arena:
Ruined Colosseum: Will be like any normal arena. Circle shaped, this stage has four almost broken pillars standing in the middle. To be exact, the arena shall be as the example below:


I shall be waiting for Ziggura's response.

OKAY. x3 But I must finish my biography first. It's nearly done.

Then thee Rachet shall wait. He'll wait long enough for you to finish.

Okai, ready! So whaddo I do?
Oh yeah, please note I won't be writing uber long posts. Around ten lines only.

Compared to the average MG post, that's a novel, Ziggura...

Mhmm, i like it too it seems the RP section is starting to gain more good rpers. Fresh meat.

When im done with my own battles i may challenge one :3

OOC: Ziggura, a battle is like if you fight with posts. The better the post, more chances of winning. No godmod, powerplay, spam, or anything like that.
Anyways, i'll begin!

IC:
The colosseum was desert. Sand and little rocks were blown by a sudden breeze.
Rachet was lying against a pillar, in the shadow. He had his hands in his pockets, and his legs crossed. He lifted his head, looking for his challenger.
"She's late." he said, with a slight deception.
He thought that he was going to enjoy a good fight in some minutes, but it seemed that he will have to wait until tomorrow. At least.
He looked at the sun, which was just above his head.
"Noon." He said, thinking. "That means I'm disadvantaged."

[Spam is some weird kind of canned meat, isn't it?
Umm... never mind that x0 I'm acting like a complete idiot. But don't worry, I get what you mean <33 And uh, I guess that length is okay then xDD]

A late entry was the best way to make an impression (good or bad, she didn't care) and that was exactly what Ziggura wanted to do.
The wiry kuijin calmly stepped into the strong noon sunlight, loose and relaxed in her humanoid form. She'd left the hanging slacks and long-sleeved blouse back in her changing room - the floppy fabric would only get in the way - and a leather vest lined with chain mail rested lightly on her lean shoulders. Knee pads, arm covers, deer hide leggings and the long, curved dagger clasped in her clawed fingers: she was ready.
Her single blue eye flickered around the arena, noting the pale, shifting stretches of sand against the darker tones of the earth and observing the four great pillars in its middle. If she managed to get some good holds, she could morph and take to the airs. The burns along her right side itched in the heat, but she shrugged the feeling off and flicked a strand of hair out of her face, muscled legs flexing as she crouched.
Once she caught sight of her opponent, the fight would begin.

Rachet looked at the kuijin with a mefiant glance. He knew that a kuijin had more advantages when in animal form than in human form. Is this one overconfident, or different, or just plain stupid? He couldn't really answer. But he knew something.
Something really important...
That an eternal battle would begin the moment he would show himself. Kuijin are creatures can transform into very dangerous creatures. Dragons, griffons, you name it. The kuijin just might have that luck.
Rachet thought. Aw, what am I thinking? A dragon can't defeat me!
He approached the being by behind. Then he tapped on it's shoulder.
"So... can the fight begin?"

Rachet blocked the sand with his hands and arms over his face. But since he couldn't see, he couldn't expect to be attacked from below. Once he felt those claws grappled onto his leg, he thought quickly. He slashed with the outer side of his hand, but it wasn't for hitting. Once his hand was at his shoulder level, darkness began to invade the area, then he dissappeared.
He reappeared behind the kuijin, trying to inflict a strong blow in her neck.

OOC: Ziggura, you said ten lines... >_>

Rachet look at his 'ready to fight' opponent. Her defence was perfect, and she was very precautious. He rubbed his hand against his bleeding leg, licking the red liquid.
"Hmm... my blood wasn't spilt in a very long time, mortal." He said, looking forwards to a reaction from his opponent. But he didn't wait. He wanted to fight, not talk like an idiot.
He positioned himself, one hand in front, crouched.
Then he rushed.
The pressure was very high. He thought that he couldn't resist. He wasn't used to his new strength. Actually, the pressure was too high. He tripped and skidded on the rocky ground, and caroomed off a stone in his passage. Rachet got up, a little bit stunned. He hold his face, which was scratched and torn. The he fell down on one leg.
He thought. I really, really, REALLY need to train.
He looked at his opponent, who was probably going to burst out of laughter.

[xDD Sorry, got carried away. Want me to shorten my posts?]

Ziggura had the sudden pressing envy to spout the longest string of swear words she'd learned in the bars she frequented, but quelled her irritated pride with the thought that she wouldn't be so stupid as to give up her current position - as her opponent had senselessly done, apparently. What, did he want to get his a** kicked? She was fine with that, in any case. The lean kuijin stretched out one bird-like leg behind her, testing the muscles, and swept the darkness with her one eye. There, in the direction of the sound... movement? She ignored the soft rustle of pebbles beneath her fingers as she spread them wide out, scanning the ground's vibrations. Her elongated claws grated against the dirt. She was smaller now, more compact, with sinew shorter but thicker - her feathered body, pressed hard on the earth, made a barely noticeable lump. A snap of her beak, and she realized that the blood had only been because she'd bit her lip; the beak's tough rim was chipped. Blue eye narrowed, the other milky, sightless one staring off into space, she fixed her sight on her opponent.
Running footsteps in the ground. He was coming, and fast.
The kuijin made nary a ruffle as she edged sideways, out of his way, glancing at a nearby pillar from the corner of her eye. If she reached it... perhaps she might finish her morph, and fly to see whether the darkness stretched on into the sky.
Suddenly, the crash of bone against stone, and the skid of pebbles careening off as the 'human' fell and smashed on the ground. What, he'd tripped? If that was the case, then he was worse off in her opinion than what he'd started off as. Grimacing with embarrassment at having to fight a failure like him - even powers like blocking out the light couldn't deal with his magnificent idiocy - Ziggura crouched with fingertips spread into a fan, lightly poised on the ends of her feet. Steps as the human stood up - a thump. He was down again. Then a crooked grin crawled up the female's face, deformed by the burns on her right side, and she sprinted toward him like a vulture at a new kill. Her powerful lope took only a few steps to let her reach him; he wasn't as far away as she'd first guessed, and she nearly passed him in the darkness. But as soon as she caught sight of his stooped form, she crouched, leaped - and aimed at his back, foreclaws stretched out, ready to crush him to the earth again.

OOC: A little bit, mebee... >.>

Rachet heard sounds of feet stampeding behind him. She was using his error at her own tactic, probably. He raised out one hand.
"You forgot something, dear opponent," he said, looking behind, and seeing the opponent launch herself upon him.
"It's that I can teleport faster then you can see it."
A broken sneer ran across his face, and his eyes were the colour of a burning red flare. The challenger was just about to crush him when he disappeared. He reappeared behind the kuijin. And then next to the pillar. Then, all we could see were images of him, standing there.
"Now. Try to find me. 'Cuz these all might be real." The Rachets chorused.