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8/17/2009 15:20:16   
TormentedDragon
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Anger subsided as he ran, thought regaining full control over instinct. There was still pain, pain that promised a worse injury if he did not take care of this ugly mark upon his face. In answer, flame sprang to life along the line of half-charred tissue, searing flesh and closing off the wound. Instantly, the pain changed; no longer could he feel the salt in the wound. This was a pain he knew, and knew intimately. This was a pain he had learned to ignore.

The molten slag that was all that remained of the mage's dagger reformed itself, reshaped within the inferno he had encased it in. It was, it seemed, still under the lizard's control, a creature that wielded power over salt in all its forms... but perhaps not over water. Such a ludicrous claim as Salt being Water could only result from a view of water being false. The lizard, likely, could not shape it, not directly. That, perhaps, could be used to his advantage.

The newly shaped spike spun back, approaching him, and then... it was gone. What had been a beacon to his mind was now entirely void. The flames had been doused. "Karask." He reacted instantly, throwing his weight into a sideways leap and roll, once again coming up running... but this time in the opposite direction. For a precious second, his paws scrabble in the sand, and then flaming claws found purchase and he was off again. A stinging pain on his flank told him he had not fully escaped harm, but it was far better than being skewered by the weapon.

His eyes found the lizard, and he shifted course once again, snarling as he approached. This lizard fought like he did, maintaining control of its salt and guiding each attack home. The answer to such a strategy was to take down the controller himself, and so Roman planned to do. Yet his last assault had proved that this lizard was not helpless at close-range, either.

So Roman unleashed his power. Fire roared up his legs in mid-bound, engulfed his mane of fur, and streamed down his back and sides, the point of each flame streaming to the back. Only his snout and his eyes remained untouched by the flame, allowing him to both breathe and see. With the next bound, he barked, a bolt of fire streaking forward, intent on the lizard's head.
AQ DF MQ  Post #: 51
8/18/2009 13:29:18   
Geddesmck
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 Shock was too weak a word to express Zenz’s feelings when Galvian displayed an awesome amount of power which saved him from the deadly trap the Earth Champion had triggered. His mind quickly searched for a word that accurately described his feelings. The best he could come up with was flabbergasted.

The Earth Champion didn’t have a clear view of the Chiat after he had unleashed his attack and, for a few moments at least, he hoped the attack had completely exhausted his foe. No such luck he realised when he saw Galvian attempt to stand. True, the Energy Champion seemed unable to actually get to his feet, but that didn’t mean he was helpless. In fact, it could make him more dangerous than before.

Zenz considered attacking his opponent before he could pull himself out of the glass crater, but a voice in the back of his head would not let him. When you can afford to be honourable, be honourable. The Earth Champion smiled slightly, it was a saying the dwarves had drilled into his head and it seemed applicable now. He reasoned, perhaps incorrectly, that a weakened opponent meant he could afford honour from now on.

Rather than surprise attack the Energy Champion, Zenz decided to prepare for a, relatively, honest fight. He knelt quickly, knowing that no matter how tired the Chiat would not waste time, digging his forearms into the crimson sand with the aid of a little magic. He pulled them out second later, with a thin layer of sand sticking to the skin on his hand and parts of his forearm. With a lot of concentration and some magic the Earth Champion managed to pull the sand together, turning it to thin, smooth rock.

Galvian would be almost out of his self made crater now and Zenz looked towards his bestial foe. He lifted his now heavier arms in front of his body, displaying his rock gloved hands to all, but especially the Energy Champion. Almost too quiet for even Galvian to hear, the Earth Champion said, “It’s time to finish this.”
AQ DF  Post #: 52
8/19/2009 22:02:47   
Krey
Member

The third tendril struck home, plunging into the Snow Warrior's chest and ripping straight through to the other end, erupting from his back and coming to a halt. Even as the tendril flew, the iceball exploded at his feet, and a sudden shiver took his body as the area was chilled. Around his lower legs and feet, water splashed down from... Well, he couldn't tell where. Regardless, it froze around his feet and into the sands, anchoring him—as intended— to the ground as the two remaining tendrils whipped about his form.

With his dying breaths, the Ice Champion sputtered about his kind and their plight, and then spat his final curse. A wicked grin crossed the corrupt warrior's features, and then a puzzled expression. He folded his arms over his chest, the shadowy tendrils slowing in their lashes. “Hm... Seems perhaps the frozen one's curse comes true.” He could feel that something had changed. The Lord who had so recently named him his Champion no longer had need of him.

With a smirk, he decided he was better off. The tendril which had pierced the Ice Champion's chest lurched, ripping itself free and then retreating to its creator. “All the better then. I need no Lord to give me a place. Shade! We are finished here.”

”Oh? What about losing me? What about the tournament?”

He smirked, “Can not be a Champion with no Lord to fight for, now can I? Nor can I establish my own place without your power. You are stuck with me, demon, and I with you. It's time we lived with that.”

Shade snickered within his mind, ”Very well. Any last words?”

Grey considered for a moment, and then nodded. “Make your Lords proud, Champions!” Called the corrupt warrior, as his shadowy tendrils began to swirl around his form. “As for me? I go to make my own place! I will be among the Lords! Nay, better!” With a flourish, he bowed, even as the shadows engulfed his form and hid him from view. “They will bow to me! And on that day, you will fight for the honor of serving your Lord of Shadows!”

The tendrils had formed a cloak around him, and as he finished his speech, it fell, sinking into the sands. As they vanished, so too did all trace of the former Champion of Darkness.
AQ  Post #: 53
8/19/2009 23:25:33   
Clyde
Legendary Artist!


 When Galvian had reached the top, he hung off the side like a swimmer ready to kick off. He brought his legs up against the side, bringing his body closer to his arms. As he let go of the side he pushed his legs off like a spring. Waiting for just the right moment he planted his hands against the ground to halt his fling backwards and bring his feet down as well.

After he had stood up, he didn't dare look into the eyes of the Earth Champion. So was this what fighting meant to him? Running away to buy time? There wasn't any point in continuing, his interest was dropping as he was fighting Zenz. Galvian shook back and forth to let any sand fall back to the earth where it belonged. Without giving it a moment's notice he dashed towards the center arena. As he passed the Energy pillar he felt himself almost being pulled towards it, but he continued on through.

He was now within the circle of the pillars instead of outside of it. Everyone in the audience would see the Energy Champion now and they would either witness a champion's victory or an abomination's demise. Galvian had a brief moment to take in his surroundings. That's when he gazed upon the Firewolf and the Drakel fighting. He had faith in the Drakel, but it seemed like he was in a bit of jam. The image that first entered Galvian's mind was when the Fire Champion had struck him and Cryoface in the back. Just this time Galvian would return the much needed favor to the Fire Champion. This was against his nature, but the thought of even killing him was brining a smile to his face.

There was no time was wasted as the energy charged into his right paw. No word was spoken. Nothing to regret as he shot the blast towards the exposed back of the Firewolf. He concentrated it right for Roman praying it wouldn't miss. It wasn't a strong bolt, but hopefully it would be enough to stop him in his tracks. Maybe even give the Water Champion some time. After the bolt had left his hands he turned partially to face the Earth Pillar, but also to keep his eyes on the other fight.

Why head towards him when you can bring him to you? Galvian thought as he slowly backed up. He heard the last words of the Darkness Champion as he disappeared. It was a shame, but better him then Galvian. Even if he was fighting Zenz, there were no rules in this tournament. Attack or be attacked.

Everything was starting to boil down and there were now only four of them left. Earth, Energy, Water, and Fire. What a wonderful mix it was. In the end there would only one element left. And he would have to fight to keep himself in the game and be that "one" element left.
Post #: 54
8/20/2009 8:39:08   
Guardian of Nekops
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The agile hellhound leapt to the side and rolled upon the sands, somehow avoiding the worst of the outcast’s three-pronged attack. Perhaps it had avoided the spikes entire, it was difficult to tell… but such hardly mattered. No, the failure of this paltry blow was not even surprising, really, and had nothing to do with the sneer that was forming on Tel’rion’s face… dodging the attack had inspired the creature with what was either confidence or madness, sending it bounding across the sands and heading back towards the Champion it had just fled from.

Firmly embracing the old adage of ‘any port in a storm,’ the Salt Mage ran the very short distance between himself and the Imposter’s Pillar, his staff sweeping broadly over his head to beckon his loose salt to follow him. Obedient as ever, the tiny grains and crystals soared over and around his head on their way to plunge into the great waterfall, beginning immediately the work their master had directed them to do.

A crimson flash caught the magichemist’s eye as he reached the very edge of Water’s Pillar, and he stared in amazement at his opponent’s transformed state. Instead of having just a hint of flame on its paws and mane, the wolf was now completely engulfed, every inch of its body roaring and cackling with deadly power. ‘Twas a neat trick, to be sure, but nowhere near enough to assault the Drakel here… not beneath the great Pillar that was only now beginning to stand for true power.

The flames of the Fire Champion’s body flared to further life once more, intensifying and growing until they gave birth to a fiery projectile, sent forward with a simple bark to herald his approach. Scoffing at this wasted effort, the Champion of Salt combined his two briny barriers and moved the resulting shield between himself and the oncoming bolt. Unsurprisingly, the weak-seeming projectile exploded on impact with the salt water, scattering half of the barrier’s mass and providing Tel’rion with more salt for his Pillar before expiring. “How droll!” he called across the sands, “We’ve danced this waltz before, pup… I know every step, and a paltry shell of flame will not avail you… not here. Turn back now, and save your burning hide!”

In response to the Salt Mage’s outstretched claw, the shards of his crystal dagger reversed direction, not even bothering to turn so they traveled point first. They soared several feet over the oncoming hellhound’s body, disdaining him completely in their flight for the Pillar of Water. Like the rest of Tel’rion’s resources, they were being called home.
AQ  Post #: 55
8/20/2009 15:49:10   
TormentedDragon
Member

The lizard shielded, as he had thought would happen, and continued to direct salt into the Pillar. This made sense: if the could only control water through salt, then he must first subvert his own Lord's symbol. Roman, fortunately, had no such conflicts. All his Lord desired was a show of power, to cause all to burn. Such, no doubt, was the reason that his Pillar was not pure flame. His Pillar showed Fire's supremacy, its power to subvert anything, even Earth, that most solid and unyielding of elements.

The lizard's verbal sting brought only a smile to the Firewolf's face, thought it was a smile in wolfen form, and hidden beneath the skin of flame. All of his kind knew to dance (though this waltz was a new word to him), and this mage was fooling itself if it thought these were the only steps he knew. He veered right, then reversed, kicking up sand as he landed and reversed yet again. A bolt of lightning buzzed past just inches from his nose, giving warning that his battle with the lizard would remain undisturbed for long. Perhaps the departure of the Champion of Dark, in all his arrogant blasphemy, had freed another from a battle.

But his focus was on the Champion of Water. He was close enough, now, to make his attack. "This shell of flame," he replied at last, his voice seeming shaped of flame itself now, "will cleanse your addled mind." Flame streamed out to either side, two jets of death that, with the flame still streaming behind as he ran, had a hint of wings about their appearance. In two bounds, the flame to his right would touch lizard flesh, and this flame would catch and hold.

Yet a single such attack could be blocked, and this mage had shown itself adept at such. So it was that curved his left wing forward even as it formed, and lengthened the flame at his tail into a long whip of fire. How he would strike next would depend on the lizard, but there would be a second strike. "Know you this dance?"
AQ DF MQ  Post #: 56
8/21/2009 13:31:59   
Geddesmck
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 Galvian had pulled his fair share of surprising moves, but by far his most unexpected was his cowardly retreat from battle. Zenz was gobsmacked when, without more than a glance at him, the Chiat had fled towards the centre of the arena, using strength he had seemingly lacked moments before.

The flight of the Energy Champion had momentarily stunned Zenz, but before Galvian had reached the centre of the arena the Earth Champion was racing after him, his stone fists raised in preparation for attack. Is it arrogance, stupidity, cowardice or cunning that has prompted this flight? wondered the barefoot human champion. The chance that the Chiat was setting up a trap had occurred to Zenz, but it was a risk he was forced to take.

Galvian fired a bolt of electricity, but strangely, it was not directed towards his pursuer, rather it was on course to hit the great fire wolf that was engaged in combat near the water pillar. Dread welled up in the Earth Champion’s gut. Was the Chiat attempting to bring the tournament to an end in a spectacular battle royal?

The Energy Champions attack could cause all kinds of problems for Zenz, but it had also let him catch up with his foe. The Earth Champion was tempted to taunt his opponent for leaving his back open to attack, but thought better of it. Zenz had yet to actually land an attack this year.

A powerful right handed punch flew towards the back of Galvian’s head and with the rock glove surrounding the fist; it was a particularly deadly attack. The Energy Champion would pay for ignoring Zenz.


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AQ DF  Post #: 57
8/22/2009 18:48:40   
Clyde
Legendary Artist!


 He could feel his energy slowly restore itself as the sun touched his fur. The multiple waves of energy that came from the sun were something he had soon enjoyed. Though he had to be careful, his powers were weakest in cold and even being soaked would leave him in a tough situation. This was what made the Water Champion a top concern in his list. Unfortunately he still had the Earth Champion on his tail.

Galvian wondered how he felt. These "beasts" or "animals" or "monsters" were also in the top four or three. There was only one true human left now and he had the nerve to call Galvian a beast. Some people in this world had accepted him for what he was and it were those people that he would never forget. The purity in their hearts, the kindness in their words, and their eyes that overlooked differences. They brought an uncomfortable feeling in his heart, something he was afraid to feel which always lead him to run away. The one time he did stay and cherish that feeling, they were killed by the Hunters.

His nose and ears twitched in unison after he had attempted to shoot the Firewolf. The smell of soil and aged blood was nearing, yet he could hear him rushing towards him. Zenz, the Earth Champion was approaching, but Galvian would have to act like he hadn't noticed yet. It was time to bring him in and end this little fight.

Strands of energy spun within the center of his paw. Instantly it formed a gray sphere at least five inches in diameter. Galvian didn't just have control over just his own electrical energy, but almost all forms of energy. This sphere was a ball of kinetic energy, it was more power if anything. What made it special was that it used it's opponent's energy against them. If they were to run at full force towards him and he were to successfully hit them, then they would be sent flying back. This would be exactly what Galvian would do to the Earth Champion. Concussion Blast was what he called it.

Galvian ducked letting the rock arm swing above him. Waiting for the weight of the rock on Zenz's arm to fall forward, he spun partially. From there he brought his right arm up attempting to drive the energy into his torso. He was too close to dodge and he wasn't grounded. If things were in his favor then Zenz would be sent flying right into the Energy or Ice Pillar, he couldn't predict the blast's direction. It would be a fitting ending, one that the Earth Champion deserved long ago. However deep down Galvian knew he would somehow save his life and if this were to happen he was ready.

"Let me prevail, my Lord."
Post #: 58
8/23/2009 8:51:42   
Guardian of Nekops
Member

Tel’rion had spread his Dragonsalt as far as possible throughout the Pillar of Water, depriving him of the fine control he would have needed to stop a direct charge by the giant wolf. When the creature began leaping towards him in a zigzag pattern, his resolve began to falter… thus far the hellhound had failed to use its superior size and strength to overwhelm him with physical attacks, simply ripping out his throat as any such beast should be able to do. What if it relied on its solid form and teeth now rather than its easily overpowered fire, changing tactics just as the magichemist had come to rely upon its predictability?

The fiery shell of his opponent sprouted twin wings of flame, wings that reached out towards him as the creature turned away from him. The Champion of Salt grinned as he realized that his plan would still work, and he threw himself forward and down, his face falling through one of the oncoming jets of flame as he used the motion of his body as a focus for his telepathy.

The Champion of Fire’s attack continued to burn upon Tel’rion’s scaly face as he crashed upon the sand, causing the skin to blacken and shed scales even more than it had already. The pain caused by the heat upon his already burned flesh was excruciating, shattering his focus completely, but fortunately for him his work was already done. After the Drakel’s initial, massive pull against his salt dissolved in the Pillar of Water, natural momentum and gravity were all that was required to create…

A vast wave loomed high over the two contestants and crashed down upon them, dousing the flames that burned Tel’rion’s face as well as the fiery shell of the hellhound. The force of the water slammed his snout into the crimson sand, but he raised himself back up onto his elbow as soon as it had passed, knowing how important these next few seconds would be. Snatching up his fallen shards of crystal with his mind, he thrust out his claws towards the soaked and bedraggled wolf. The keen spikes of salt followed, screeching to a halt just inches before the creature’s neck as he snapped his palm up. The spikes were set to impale the creature should it leap at him, and to go around them would cost precious seconds… hopefully enough of them to mount a better defense if needed.

“Leave, pup,” the outcast gasped, his breathing labored from his wounds, his exertion, and the crushing force of the wave. “Poison… in your system… drink lots of water, dilute it… or you die.”

Regaining some control with another deep gasp, he pushed the spikes forward an inch, menacingly, and concluded angrily, “Don’t make me kill you.”
AQ  Post #: 59
8/23/2009 14:01:45   
Geddesmck
Member
 

 Galvian’s head vacated the space it had previously occupied with little time to spare and Zenz’s rock fist met no resistance as it hammered through the air. The Earth Champion had little time to think, let alone defend himself, as his now crouching foe span around to face him and offered a right handed strike of his own.

The blow, with the added power of the Concussion Blast would have sent Zenz almost directly backwards had it worked as intended, but it seemed that Galvian had not completely thought his attack through. As a result of throwing the right handed punch Zenz’s back was no longer facing the direction from which he had approached, rather, it was facing slightly west of the Wind Pillar. As such, even at full power the Chiat’s attack wouldn’t have been fully successful, but rather sent his target towards the Wind Pillar. This alone would still have caused great problems for the Earth Champion, but luck decided to take pity on him. Galvian had delivered the blow with his right hand and, due to the angle of Zenz’s torso and the Chiat’s position caused by his own spin; the blow did not strike the centre of the chest as intended, but rather on the left, slightly above the scar Zenz had received in Fountain Arena, wasting some of the kinetic energy of the blow.

As the kinetic energy rushed into and through Zenz’s body everything went momentarily black. Many different varieties of pain assaulted the Earth Champion; his scar ached terribly, his head felt as if it were splitting and, most noticeably, his entire body felt like it had been hit by a low flying dragon. His senses returned to him just in time for him to feel his body land heavily on the sand. For a few seconds he lay still, his eyes closed and his body still. He might have looked to be unconscious to those who glanced at him, and they would not be far wrong, for he was fighting to keep his brain active.

The pain from his scar flared up again, demanding his attention and pulling his mind away from the grips of unconsciousness. Grimacing, the downed champion opened his eyes and pounded his still rock covered fist against the ground. He was reluctant to get to his feet again. He was angry, he was tired and, although he would never admit it, he was also scared. He had yet to actually do any damage to any foe, while he had almost died in the drop-offs and in the finals he had taken more than his fair share of knocks from the Energy Champion. His scar ached ferociously again, almost as if telling him to quit pitying himself. Fine, he thought, my own body protests against my fear and weakness.

Getting to his feet gingerly, aware that his bones could easily have been broken by his flight, Zenz scanned his surroundings. Galvian had successfully knocked the Earth Champion a considerable distance, but not as far as he might have liked. Zenz stood about halfway between the arena’s centre and the Wind Pillar. A quick mental check assured him that, although he was certainly hurt, he was in fighting condition.

The Chiat had erred. He should have used electricity to kill Zenz. By using his much less fatal Concussion Blast he had simply left the Earth Champion sore and angry. Zenz’s gut instinct was to draw his short sword and charge at Galvian, but he knew better. The rock gloves on Zenz’s fist shattered, becoming sharp stone shards, but rather than fall to the ground, they were suspended by magic before the Earth Champion. Simultaneously, countless threads of Zenz’s magic explored the ground below the sand.

With great effort, the Earth Champion began to pull dozens of rocks, some which were merely pebbles and some which were larger than heads, from beneath the ground and sand. He was sweating heavily by the time he had achieved his goal, but he was also smiling. Rocks of many sizes and shapes floated ominously before their Lord’s champion, awaiting the command to crush those who stood before the Earth Champion.

Zenz prepared to strike.
AQ DF  Post #: 60
8/23/2009 20:29:11   
TormentedDragon
Member

He had not moved fast enough, he realized, perhaps not even attacked as he should have to take this lizard down. True, his flames seared scaled flesh, but the attacks that would follow, the killing blows, would never be. Not at this point in time. Even as the wave approached he called his flame back to him, infusing the shell to guard its life, and his.

Water met fire with an angry hiss, and he was swamped. With a start, he found his fire gone, stolen away at the first touch of the deluded Champion's assault. Salt-tainted water stung his wounds, burned his eyes, swamped his nose, and nearly flooded his throat, which closed in frantic defense. Fickle Flame! You judge me unworthy now, and so steal my power from me when I truly need it? Better to have sought solace in Salt, then!

The wave passed, its power spent, slamming him into blood-red sand. For a moment, he lay there, shaking with the intense pain of his wounds and his senses. He raised his head, blinking away his blindness just in time to see the spikes of salt the lizard mage threatened his life with. He rose, feet unsteady at first, as his former opponent spoke to him. Pup, cur, beast... when among wolves I would be the leader of the pack, when among my own I am leader of a pack, when among my enemies I am feared, whispered of in their camps? When this creature's own tactic leaves it gasping, its chosen defense afterward laughable against flame? Is this arrogance birthed by its foolish delusion, or is the delusion the child of hubris?

A few steps back removed the spikes from his throat, and his gorge rose. With lupine practicality, he encouraged it, throat bobbing once, twice, and then the contents of his stomach spewing onto the sand. Instantly, he felt better, and knew the claim of poison for a bluff. He sneered. "You are a fool. Were not my Lord fickle in his favor, I would roast you where you lie for your mistake. You, Champion of Water, cannot afford such mercy." He shook himself as he spoke, drying himself in a furious spray of water, and proving his resilience. Already his thoughts were turning from this arena, back to the plains of home, back to the war which threatened all his people. Yet he still had a thought to share with the creature. "Do not hold back in the battle to come, lizard. The Water of Life deserves no less than your all."

His first steps away were unstead, but strength was not far from his limbs. Fire could steal his command over flame... for a time. But it could not steal his other strengths. It had been foolish to come here, seeking Fire's favor in this war. The Lords were ever fickle in their favor to a single person, or any one people. So the Keeper's stories had taught, and he was coming to understand that the stories and their Keeper had wisdom he should heed. Let the Lords have their squabble, then. He would save his people without their aid.

When he reached the Arena's exit, he was running, sand flying from beneath his paws, a flicker of flame cavorting about them with each bound. The Firewolf was heading home.
AQ DF MQ  Post #: 61
8/24/2009 23:02:18   
Clyde
Legendary Artist!


 "Good enough."

Galvian grinned. He was pleased with the results. There was a decent amount of distance between them now and he had taken some damage. The Earth Champion was certainly persistent and as hard headed as a rock; typical hero traits. When he had stood up again he brought a cluster of rocks with him. Oddly enough he did not attack, but the expression in his face meant he was going to. Well Galvian got what he wanted and that was some time to consider some things.

He watched the Fire Champion run away and exit with his tail between his legs. The Water Champion had to be a fierce competitor to have him beaten or Galvian could have overestimated his fiery friend. His curiosity had him itching to know more about this champion. Like a swift slap in the face, his conscious had hit him with a warning. A water opponent was dangerous to an energy fighter, he had already warned himself earlier to avoid the Drakel. He shrugged his thoughts away and began dashing.

It was something Galvian was accustomed to. Being chased, attacked, and hunted. He had dodged and evaded his whole life. Through it all he had always found some way to get them off of his trail unless he was forced to fight back. Whether the Earth Champion liked it or not didn't matter to Galvian. Life wasn't entirely predictable. While people thought they could predict the oncoming storm, they could never predict the outcome. Accuracy was key and he wasn't going let Zenz get it.

To keep the Earth Champion uneasy in aiming he zig-zag'd back and forth as he made his way towards the Water Pillar. The Final Three: a Drakel, a Chiat, and a Human. Energy, Water, and Earth. Galvian smirked at the quirky element arrangement, but these three had prevailed to the end. What he had in mind was to bring all the three Champions together for one helluva last fight. This thing wasn't about any of them, it was about pleasing the crowd and giving the judges something to talk about.

This would be his last time running and his last battle in this tournament, well at least 'till next year. He would either come out a Grand Champion or a loser. When he had reached a few feet away from the Drakel he would stop. Giving both Zenz and Tel’rion time to adjust to this change in the battle. If he had continued on with his original battle with his opponent he probably would have been wiped out altogether by the other. This didn't sit easily with Galvian.

The smell of salt water filled Galvian's nostrils with an unrelenting feeling of nostalgia. Believe it or not it was one of his favorite smells. Deep down he missed playing in the water or just laying at the beach without any worries. Just looking at the waves raising and crashing made him wonder if he could ever turn back time.

He lamented, thinking about his past self.

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Post #: 62
8/25/2009 15:08:48   
Guardian of Nekops
Member

The hellhound backed away from the spikes of salt, then casually vomited all over them as it stared past them at Tel’rion, enraged and powerless. The creature spoke into his mind once more, its voice full of bluster and pride despite the spikes at its throat and the vast amount of salt water that soaked the red sands beneath its paws. The outcast bridled at the creature’s boasting, wanting to put the braggart in its place but holding his tongue instead, deciding on practicality as he rose wearily to his feet. The beast was leaving, after all, and petty insults and false bravado were not worth interrupting that.

The Salt Mage rose to his knees and then stood slowly, wincing as the poor seared flesh of his torso protested the movement. He kept the three crystal shards in place as the former Champion of Fire bounded away across the sand, then allowed them fall where they may when it was far enough away to cease being a threat. Leaning heavily on his staff and still dripping from the mighty wave his own actions had brought down upon him, the magichemist turned his gaze to the rest of the arena, seeing who still stood between him and his prize.

The Great Arena’s floor was nowhere near as pristine as it had been when last Tel’rion looked. A large patch of ice and the still, broken form of a Snow Warrior testified to that competitor’s end, while a disturbingly large smear of blood spoke of some nameless other. These were nothing, however, compared to the devastation of craters and sparkling red glass that roamed across the far end of the arena, a degree of damage mirrored beneath the array of rocks which were rising menacingly around a man by the Pillar of Wind. The Earth Champion, he was just as obviously responsible for much of this chaos that plagued the crimson sands, and bore watching… no less so because of the massive assault he seemed to be gathering in the air about him.

It was as the Drakel’s mind reached down into the sand for his own treasure, the salt water of his wave that had already trickled several feet into the ground, that he noticed the creature running towards him. It was dark green, as were many of Tel’rion’s own people, but the coloring was different… deeper, softer, oddly calming in its own way. The beast was also not scaled, but rather covered in fur… quite surprising given its coloration. It stood on two legs, about as high as a man or a short werewolf… but it was no werewolf. There was really no telling what it was, but in truth such details hardly mattered. What did matter was that this new opponent was running towards the outcast Drakel, and that the Champion of Salt be ready for it when it arrived.

The Salt Mage drove his staff of Dragonsalt deep into the ground for safekeeping and reached out with both hands, grasping for the lost waters of his wave and drawing them up. Slowly, massively, like a Titan waking from its slumber, his material rose from the earth, forming a large pool around him that reached first up to his ankles, then to his knees, then higher still, nearing his waist. “Why you insist on challenging me on my own turf I shall never know,” smirked Tel’rion, his arms trembling with the effort as the water continued to rise, quickly swallowing up his belly and showing no signs of running out of subterranean reserves, “but I am happy to oblige you nonetheless, my furry friend.”

The magichemist took in a deep breath and held it as the Dragonsalt solution engulfed his head, a narrow but widening band of empty air forming between the bottom of his watery layer and the ground from which it had come. His arms continued to rise within the liquid, their pace steady despite the shaking, and before long the waterline had cleared his head and revealed his toothy, slightly unhinged grin to the world once more.

“Let me show you,” Tel’rion belted out, his voice ringing clear and joyful across the Great Arena, “the true place, the true nature of Water.” His fists clenched high above his head as he turned his eyes to the watery heavens, squeezing his Dragonsalt as he would a giant sponge, and a torrential downpour of pure, fresh Water rained down to fall wasted upon the ground, drenching him once more.
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8/25/2009 16:27:21   
Geddesmck
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 Zenz wondered if the Chiat thought he was being clever by running away again. His unpredictable manoeuvres were admittedly disorienting, but the Earth Champion did not need to be accurate with his attack, he simply needed to point it in the right direction. It was not time to launch his attack yet though; he would wait for an opportune moment.

The weight of the countless rocks was having a visible toll on Zenz, sweat was slowly running down his brow and his body was shaking slightly from his exertion. He sensed the tournament was coming to a close and as such, for this attack, he was not holding back. It was blunt, direct and lacked subtlety, but that was what Earth was about. He would waste no time with tricks and secrets now, he would crush his foes. He would have a landslide victory, literally if it was at all possible.

The furred champion was seemingly approaching the only other remaining champion; the drakel. Zenz had hoped for this, it would allow him to kill two birds with... well dozens of rocks, but it was still an economic solution. His plan hadn’t accounted for the drakel taking as dramatic action as it did however. A great volume of water pulled itself out of the sand around the Water Champion and, judging by the burnt finalist’s body language, the water was part of some attack intended to take down Galvian.

It seemed his opportune moment had arrived, although it was not how he had predicted it. Summoning as much magic as he dared, Zenz fired his floating cluster of rocks towards Glavian. Rather than remain tightly packed; each projectile, from the smallest to the biggest, took its own path, creating a deadly scattershot of dozens of earthen missiles. The smallest of the rocks travelled faster even than arrows, while the biggest moved about as fast as a galloping horse. Galvian would not be able to dodge the attack easily and, it was likely, he would have to choose between being hit by one big rock or many small, fast ones.

Before even the fastest stones had reached their target, Zenz was moving forward. Slowed as he was by fatigue he would not reach either of his enemies anytime soon, but he would not stop until he did. With laboured breathing and trembling muscles, the Earth Champion approached his destiny.


AQ DF  Post #: 64
8/25/2009 18:54:50   
Clyde
Legendary Artist!


 Galvian had almost reached the Drakel, the smell of salt water growing ever more present as he approached. B By the time he had a good enough view of the Water Champion, the Drakal already had a column of water ready to flood out. His body was moving quicker than his brain; what followed would be nothing but pure instinct. Whenever there was an natural disaster about to happen animals would clear the place quicker than any human could. It was because they knew when to get out of harm's way.

He was steadily approaching the Drakel, his brain told him to stop, but his body kept moving. Kinetic energy began gathering within his right palm again as he attempted to create another concussion blast. Before he had never dared to test the set limits of the attack and at most only had to use it once a month. This second one was sloppy and slowly started to lose its shape.

The ever present sense of danger was straining him through all of his senses. His eyes couldn't keep focus as they danced from one thing to another. His ears felt clogged as the sound around him seemed as though someone turned down the volume. The Water Champion was saying something about the peace and water, but Galvian didn't care. All he could smell was the water. The drops of water felt like tiny bullets against this skin. As they touched his fur it emitted a slight shock that hurt him slightly.

All he knew was that he had to get out of there quickly. The ball of energy in his hand was beginning to dissipate as the water touched it. This Concussion blast wasn't for Tel'rion, it was for Galvian himself. He twisted his body slightly to the left before he smashed the concussion blast against the sand. His running was well worth gaining the momentum, but the damage caused to himself didn't make it seem that way.

An explosion followed after the blast had connected to the ground. A rush of kinetic energy against the still sand that was potential energy would make a righteous impact. Almost like shooting a cannon that was facing directly into the floor below. The Drakel would probably be surprised, but Galvian wasn't trying to impress him. He had made the mistake of getting to close to him and now he was sent flying to the right. His body was now out of his own control as he was flung aside. He must have been as high as five feet in the air before he landed.

Even after he touched the ground his body was still sent rolling like a body that had hopped out a speeding zard at seventy miles per hour. His rolling had stopped by the time he was faced down in front of the Light pillar. He could feel the bright rays against his back as well as a few broken bones. A few of his ribs he could confirm, but he wasn't sure about his right arm or his legs.
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