Lazarus vs Chance

If Lazarus decided on comparing himself to anyone on his Team; Kenji would probably be the first person he thought of. Currently, Lazarus was inside of a bright red car, and he was tampering with the wiring. Lazarus' weapon had been stashed outside of the car, and casually leaned up against the tail end. Underneath the steering wheel, the compartment had been forcefully opened, and the wiring exposed. Taking a handful of the wiring, Lazarus quickly sorted through them, and pinpointed two of them. Each excruciating bright, and the Sorcerer would soon touch each end. Sparking them violently, and hot wiring the vehicle. Forcing the engine to start, and idle steadily. A mad laughter burst from the Sorcerer's mouth as he realized that he had been successful in his performance, and he would extend his right hand dramatically toward the stereo. Lingering around the dial, and eventually turning it on. Pushing the dial in with a single finger, and reaching toward another button. Holding it down, he would sort through each channel on the radio until he found one that caught his attention, and he had actually landed on his favorite song. Moving his hand one more time, he would reach for the volume knob, and crank it up. Turning the knob until the music blared from each speaker inside of the vehicle.

Sliding out of the seat, Lazarus would maneuver himself out of the car, and swipe up his Glaive with his right hand. Wrapping his entire hand around the base of the weapon, and tightening his grip around it. "The love we share..." Escaped the Sorcerer's mouth, and was delivered quite melodically. Forcing his left hand to make a snapping sound, and following along with the beat of the song. As he snapped, a faint glow began appearing on each hand of the mo-hawked man, and it radiated brightly after awhile. Lowering the blade of the Glaive, Lazarus waved his left hand over top of it, and the glowing of said hand passed onto the curved blade of the weapon. Glowing faintly at first, and eventually getting brighter just as each hand did. After this task had been preformed, the Sorcerer flipped around the weapon, and aimed it toward the vehicle he had just hot wired. Positioning his left hand underneath his right around the handle of the weapon, and drawing it back casually. With one swift motion, Lazarus pushed the weapon forward, and plunged the blade into the side of the vehicle. Letting the weapon rest there, and activating a chain reaction of 'Corruption'. Until someone worthy of his attention had appeared, Lazarus would continue enjoying his song, and sing along. "Don't touch me, please, I can't stand the way you tease!" Was blurted out, and more snapping followed it.

Corruption Wrote:

Corruption(Starter Spell of Corruption Pool).:

Lazarus’ most basic spell, and a requirement for reaching his goal of five point(s). Concentration is required for the casting of this spell. Although a charge is required and will take exactly one post. Unless interrupted by an opponent. In which case, Lazarus will have to defend himself until he is able to concentrate better, and begin casting his spell once more. Once the charging time is complete, each hand will glow a sickly green color, and he may pass said glow onto anything he is currently wielding. Such as his Glaive, and or any other object he has in his grasp. Usually, Lazarus will choose his weapon as the item of enchantment. Upon enchanting the weapon, one point of Corruption will be built up, and he can further build up the point system by lodging the weapon into the ground. Passing the Corruption three feet a post, and awarding Lazarus one point of Corruption per post of charge time. Further enchanting another object will absorb one point of Corruption. Not reward one.

Random Chump Wrote:

"You need some better taste in music, dude,"

A frown had consumed the Sorcerer's face, and he was quick in each movement he made there after. Spinning around to face the person speaking, and was even quicker to realize that his opponent was a woman. Shaking his head in disapproval as he eyed his opponent, and scanned her body for any potential threat. Eyeballing a simple set of weaponry attached to each hip. Chuckling lightly, Lazarus would latch onto the handle of his weapon with his right hand, and turn in place. Raising his right foot, he would place it upon the metal of the vehicle, and give a mighty tug on the weapon. Pulling it from the vehicle, and wielding it naturally. Resting his left hand just below his right on the shaft of the weapon.

"Luckily for you, the song is almost over, hopefully you'll enjoy the follow up." Lazarus grumbled, and gritted his teeth. The Sorcerer wasn't much of an antagonist, but he had been waiting for quite awhile, and he wanted to get this crap over with. So he released the grip he had with his left hand, and raised it out toward her. Opening his hand flat across the air, and raising each finger back toward his body. Lazarus' way of saying; 'Come beat the s**t out of me, please.', without of course, actually saying it. Right as he motioned her toward him, the next song began to play. Lazarus left hand would then travel back to the handle of his Glaive.

Corruption Counter.: 2.

Uno.