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Cheeseliker -> RE: =Elemental Championships= Cellar Arena (8/19/2007 18:41:34)
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Malloc moved swiftly, and gracefully, trying to stay out of sight of the archer, and get closer. Little did he realize his mistake as he moved forward towards the girl, that she had known where he was at all times. He shook his head at his own foolishness, as she leapt into the air, away from his underground attack. "Damn wind mages..." He muttered, knowing the wind had betrayed his position at all times, no matter if he was in her line of sight or not. Then the bells rang clearly, throughout the Cellar, and Malloc knew he was in trouble.
She fired the arrow, and he ducked instinctively, though he realized it was not aimed for him. It flew behind him and struck the ground, and though he had expected a combination of wind and sound attack, what happened was more brutal then he could've anticipated. Hundreds of dragons roared in his ears, so loud and painful that he cried out in desperation. It seemed to last forever, pain resonating throughout his body as the sound echoed for eternity. Then, as suddenly as it started, it was over. He would've collapsed, but then the wind hit him. It buffeted him hard from behind, throwing him into the air. The horrible sound had disoriented him, and now he flailed wildly through the air, finally hitting the ground and rolling. His back slammed into a pillar and he groaned. He lay there, ears still ringing, taking deep breaths. He opened his eyes, and sat up slowly. He gritted his teeth, and clutched his ears, which were still hurting like hell. He glanced around the Cellar, and it seemed as if the entire place had been muted. People fought, but no sounds came to Malloc's ears. No sound except the constant ringing. "Damnit...." he muttered, knowing his hearing would not come back soon, if at all.
He saw the fight between the girl and the golem had gone badly for the girl, as Malloc expected. The girl huddled inside a ball of Light, hurt badly, but Malloc could not see how. Lines of Light had streamed from the ball striking the golem, not to mention mirrors and other various places. Luckily, none came Malloc's way. Though the girl looked bad, the golem looked even better then before. It looked larger and even more deadly then when he first saw it. Now, it seemed to be heading for the ice mage, but why it had left the girl, nearly dead was unknown to him. It seemed to thrive everytime the crowd cheered, and in a place like this, that was a very bad thing for everybody else. Malloc shifted into a new position, his right knee down, his left knee up. He saw the archer, still in the air, and decided it was best to let her be. She was truely dangerous, even more then he had predicted, but the golem demanded attention now. He leaned forward, letting his right hand dropped, knuckles on the dirt. He looked at his underground projectile, still heading for the archer and shook his head. Though an idea to stop the archer had come to him, it would have to be implemented later. He quickly found his ball within the earth, and it suddenly halted, then sped back towards its master. He glanced at the archer as he pulled back, and he saw she noticed his retreat. Their eyes met. Without even thinking, he glanced at the golem, then back at her. She glanced too, and then back, and at the same time, they both nodded.
In a moment, by eye contact alone, a silent agreement had struck up between them. The golem needed to be taken down, and he knew a way to do it. It would take much of his power, and would leave him quite open for attack. At least now, he knew the archer wouldn't shoot him in the back, unless she was the backstabbing type, or had completely misunderstood his intentions. She hadn't seemed the backstabbing type, and he could only hope she had understood. Even if she did, there were various others who could attack him when he was undefended easily. The Light girl would not, obviously, and probably not the ice mage for he would be aiding the combatant. The others...Well, it didn't matter and Malloc pushed it out of his mind, concentrating on the tough task at hand.
He felt for his other balls, four still in his bag, and they too, rolled out of his bag and towards him incredibly fast. He would need their added power along with his own for this. He also needed his...staff. He realized he had dropped it when he was flying through the air and quickly spotted it. He reached out with his left hand and the staff flew to it. He gripped it hard and it's inner power and mind calmed him. The balls reached him and stopped a foot in front of his right hand, still touching the ground. He took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, closing his eyes. Now was the time. He didn't say any magical chants, for those were for prepared tricks. He didn't wave his arms and hands around majestically, for that was not how his power worked. He couldn't quite explain it, but as long as he had enough power, and concentrated hard enough, his spells happened.
He felt the power within himself, empowered by the power flowing into him from the staff, and unleashed it upon the earth in front of him. The balls dissolved into the ground beneath them, which began bubbling like liquid. It was truely a strange sight, to see this two by two square of ground in front of this man bubbling like near-boiling water. As Malloc forced more and more power into the earth, the bubbling grew more and more intense. Lines creased his face as he concentrated harder and harder to make the earth do as he wanted it to, to mold the earth and make it do as he willed. The bubbling increased its fervor even more, looking like brown boiling water, until finally, it slowed and died away all together, returning to a mere dirt floor once again, but it wasn't over. Malloc bit his lip, trying to keep his concentration at the high level it needed to be,
The two by two square that had been boiling suddenly grew nine feet into the air. It was very strange, just a nine foot tall two by two block of earth standing there for no reason. Then it exploded, dirt flying everywhere. As the dust settled, what was left of the block was a nine foot tall blocky humanoid earth golem. It's figure was rough, blocky and formidable. It's head was small, about the size of a humans head, but it's shoulders, arms and legs were huge in proportion. It's hands were mere blocks of hard stone, ready to bash anything in it's way.
Malloc took a deep breath, but kept his eyes closed. He could relax slightly, now that the hard part was over. A mouth suddenly appeared where the golems face would've been and it roared loudly, obviously challenging it's water brethren. The mouth dissapeared and it charged towward the other golem, intending to tackle the huge thing to the ground. Unfortunately, it had taken Malloc too long to create the creature, and it seemed he was too late to stop the confrontation between the ice mage and the golem. Hopefully the ice mage would make it out alive, but Malloc doubted it. He could only hope his own golem would be able to stand up to the thing.
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