Fight for the Shaman King (Shaman King) Accepting

[Chadanaiy]

A massive, pitch black wave of hair lifted and curled like a plant and slowly slid down Pliea's face again, over her ivory skin and pitch black eyes. She became entirely immobile. "Very well." she said, her voice losing all humor or scorn to become toneless. Maybe the flatness of resignation. "As you wish." And she was gone. 
    The witch had always thought that stabbing someone, straight through the chest, all the way, looked like an embrace. She was, however, never the one to preform such bloody acts: others would taint their hands with red for her: hers remained white. Yet when she did, when she was the one to preform, to wield the sharp and deadly weapons, she felt a kind of crystalline peacefulness in which the world slowed. Her blade was invisible yet blood slipped like gentle pearls down it: an extension of her hand: and embrace. She leaned in over the girl's shoulder and whispered, softly:
"Farewell you vain, proud creature. And remember, everything you think youn have read far, I have read further."

((Obviously you can make it so that Celly doesn't die. That's sort of the point. (or that she goes through Hell and comes back, not sure.) I have no idea if this is what you wanted Auora, so I kind of had fun with this scene. Sorry if for some reason it's annoying or whatever.))

[Bahamut's Regent]

(No it's great ^^)

Celeste smirked slightly, wrapping clawed hands around Pliea "good luck. . ." the water began to bubble and drop to the ground.

[Leviathan~]

Ryoshi...

Ryoshi slunk back into stance, seeing the two dropping back down to the ground. "This isn't over...."

((YAY! BACK IN ACTION!))

[Chadanaiy]

    The massive spirit claws of the Asakura girl slowly raked down the witch's back, leaving no scars, leaving no mark: perfecting the embrace, ripping the violence out of the attack. Pliea became wind and slipped out of the metal prison, stepped back into the bubbling water. The liquid still moved the darkness of her hair, now as if it were burning, frying, boiling. Then dropped. The sphere became a puddle and ripped away the grass. The blade's bloody invisibility retracted and returned to the woman's hand, tainting them a whispering scarlet. The witch turned around, looked at the little creatures who though they could see her under their weapons. "Now," she said, her cool eyes licking the blood off of her hands. "Shall we resume?"

(( Aha! ))

[Leviathan~]

Ryoshi...

Ryoshi smirked, his energy flaring into a massive freeflow of power. "Well I'd hate to interrupt your little moment with Celeste but I do believe Death is waiting for you at the door." he said casually. He raised his hands, still holding his blades. "Hurricane Connection."

[Chadanaiy]

Pliea looked at her bloodied hand for a few more instants, her raven gaze truly seeming to scrape the red liquid off of it and finally, with a bored sigh and a dissapointed countenance, she tucked back a strand on black hair behind her ear, leaving a trail of scarlet on her temple. "You've nothing to interrupt really..." she said tiredly, looking up at the sky as the blades grew on her fingers again, invisible but their presence menacing enough to be felt. Then she looked at Ryoshi, finally: "How arrogant of you to call upon death herself." Her face engendered an almost sorry smile. "She and I don't get along that well you know..." There was a terrifying pause, then she shrugged and raised her long curvy eyebrows. "Well now," she said laughingly. "Enough talk: let's fight." She seemed to think for an instant. "Actually no." Then she was gone: then she was there again, next to Ryoshi's face. "Let's do both." A burning line of red fell down Ryoshi's cheek and she was gone again.

[Leviathan~]

Ryoshi...

Ryoshi smirked as the blood turned to water. "Very well." he said, spinning as the Spirit of Rain sent needles of ice hurtling to earth. As they hit the ground, they bended around Ryoshi like water on glass. "But beware, as Death and I are close friends, she may be willing to do me some extra favors."

[RedLionPaladin]

(Holy cow, I found other Shaman King fans!!!)

Form
Name: Amidamaru Hirokisaki
Age: 26
Gender: male
What you character wants to do after becoming Shaman King: restore balance to the world
Spirit Partner: Yamata no Orochi
Appearance: Amidamaru looks like his ancestor and namesake, whereas his guardian spirit looks like this
Abilities: Chariot Attack: launches himself bodily at his opponent and using their heads like spears or battering rams
Ability to deflect even large scale water attacks
Celestial Whip: Yamata no Orochi uses his tails like a multi-attack of Celestial Slash
Personality: Amidamaru is more laid back and appears at times to be somewhat carefree. However, he is a fierce fighter and still counted as a samurai as the teachings, fighting skills and methods of the great Amidamaru were passed down from generation to generation.
Where are they from: Toyko, Japan and almost the same neighborhood as Celeste Asakura
Other: He is a direct descendant of Amidamaru, the guardian ghost once attached to Yoh Asakura.

[Bahamut's Regent]

(You do realize this has been dead for almost two years. . . But if you'd like I'd be up for a 1x1, or a remake)

[RedLionPaladin]

(Oh wow, how did I not see that last date? Um, well, whichever you want to do is fine. I've seen the show at least 3 times all the way through.)