I feel what happened in the last thread was my fault for not making the rules clear enough and I'd like to say sorry. I've decided to reboot Fight of the Titans to avoid confusion, but also explain some things and make the rules more clear. 
Alright, this spar has been planned since Copper was an apprentice, it's not because Jetstream wants to kill the deputy, in fact, Coppermime is the only other tom Jetstream actually respects and would consider a friend and that's the greatest of great honors. If he was not deputy, this fight would still be going on. It's just a spar, no one's going to die. If your going to post in this thread, there are a few simple rules foe you to follow. :)
Please do not taunt Jetstream or Coppermine, if your going to insult them, do it as a though, not out loud. There is to be no interference, no jumping into the middle of it, no trying to stop it please. There may be critical injuries, such a broken bones, bit neither cat sill attempt to permanently cripple or kill the other. That means no blinding or deafening the other tom, so the worse you have to worry about is a broken paw, which would heal in just a few moons. Now that we've got that settled, we can try this again. Ready everyone? Titans, Go!
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Name: Jetstream
Gender: Tom
Clan: BloodClan
Rank: Third Tier and Warlord
Apprentice: Demonicpaw
Difficulty: Extreme
~ I am the shadow on the moon at night, filling your dreams to the brim with fright!
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OOC: Okay Copper, I know this is over due and I'm sorry.
I've just been busy so I never got around to it, hope your still up too the battle.
IC: There were no eyes quite as demonic as those that stared out at the jagged horizon now, flickering like harnessed hellfire and condensed into rolling infernos, as if ready to explode like a volcano and flood the world in hatred and pain. The pupils were but slits of smoke amidst the lively blaze, sharp and glittering as it focused on the hazy, cracked desert that surrounded BloodClan. They were the only clear thing upon the massive body of scars. The face that held them within two sockets was a crumpled mess of rotted flesh, expose cartilage, and upturned tissue, twisted around in a horrible fashion that should have meant death, but the creature who bore such mangled features was Death, and thus, the ending of life hardly effected him. Tattered ears mimicked war flags as they swivled around like radars, awaiting the slightest sount to vibrate the membrane and disturb the tender little hairs that rested within.
Beneath murky white, crimson smered paws sprouted a deadly set of razors, forged from the finest of obsidian steel and arched wickedly to better rip and tear through muscle and flesh. They clicked against the rock in rythm, scarring little white stripes across the rought surface. Today would make out to be quite an interesting waste of time. The Copper Dragon versus the Prince of Blood. Both had unique combat ability, although the prodigious, ebony Satan that sat upon the sand brushed boulder had many more centuries of experiance, claiming the true title of Arch Demon and Champion of Hell. And there was nothing boring about a fight between two famous demons.
A crowd was gathering, small, yet it would grow to be sure. This fight had long since been decided and now they awaited eagerly to see who would stand tall and bloody with the claim of victor. There murmerings could be heard by the beast as he slowly swung himself around to face the small, round arena that had been cleared by Futan just for the occasion, sweeped in sand and cleared of any rock that might give one of the opponents an unfair advantage. While Jetstream hardly saw the match as fair anyway, it had pleased the masses and that was pretty much all anycat could care about. If they thought the fight was fair, they wouldn't interfere, and if they did interfere, well, they too, would become part of the match. And Jetstream was eager for the kill of another fool that thought he could just jump right between a fight between titans. Jetstream was quite sure Coppermine would agree.
The Warlord's sharp gaze spotted him through the crowd, his vivid pelt burning like dragon fire, as if he had taken the sand of the desert and melted each individual grit to mold the red earth around his decent sized frame. With a grunt and a ripple of muscle throughout his entire body, the Third Tier and famous mate of Haemon launched himself from the rock, soaring through the air with only his shadow a tether to the Earth. His paws struck the hot, golden grains with heavy force, drawing up a plume of dust that surrounded his solid form, yet even the upturned cloud never managed to quell those terrible eyes that stared out at the devil's opponent. And Arch Demon against a High Dragon? It would be a fight of legend.
"Coppermine, I challenged you some time ago, and now finally, after quite a few weeks, we meet together in combat. Let's not hold back. Give BloodClan what they want, blood, for it is in their very name!" Jetstream threw back his ravaged head to emit the screech of a tormented lich, brought back from the dead to spread doom and death wherever it walked. "There is but one rule, leave your spirits on the side. This fight will be fought by us as mortals, and only skill and ferocity will determine the outcome." The Warlord informed, and with a flick of his white tipped tail, the ethereal frame of the glacier eyes Necromancersoul faded to his hellish realm to observe from his own realm. He would not interfere. This was Jetstream and Coppermine's fight, no one elses. Not undead nor living should be permitted to interject.
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