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The Dragon Knight -> RE: =Elemental Championships 2008= Spike Arena (7/28/2008 2:12:52)
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This creature's strange obsession with him caused Torrelle a great deal of frustration. What did she think he was, anyway, some kind of disciple of her former captor, sent to torment her? It was all beyond him, and he knew that it wouldn't matter one way or the other. She seemed to be lost in her own world, striking out in desperation at anything she saw as a potential threat. Blast whoever caused this beast such pain to the depths of the Abyss!
Torrelle knew that he was likely outmatched. How could he hope to win against a creature that he could only harm with great effort? Each attack forced him to sacrifice something in order to move forward, and it would not be long before he simply ran out of things to give. There had to be something he could do, something he could use to drive her off. His fight was never with her to begin with, and despite his anger that she would think him a slaver of some kind, he could not help feeling a sort of sympathy for the Nymph. What in the Water Lord's glory could he do? The only thing that seemed to work so far was his ability to boil water and evaporate it, but he'd used up all of the water in the sword, again, in order to make use of that attack, and it simply took far too long to recharge.
Wait a moment, he thought, the wheels of his mind spinning with blinding speed, synapses firing off in an electrical storm of sudden realization. It had been so long since he had last been challenged like this that he had completely forgotten a very important fact: his ability to control water was not limited to his sword, crossbow and the water in the air. The only reason he used the sword's ability was because it was there, and far easier to use than his own ability. That did not mean, however, that he couldn't make use of his other weapons in a similar fashion. Tsk. Torrelle chided himself mentally for being such an ignoramus in the first place. It was time to start using his head.
His barbarian-like rage was cooling, giving way to the cold, calculating logic that had served him so well in the past. He ignored the water-woman's remarks about his pride and his word, and instead began to focus. He was lucky that he had taken the time to store so much of the water and blood, for it greatly reduced the amount of time and effort it took in order to prepare.
His mind calm and collected once more, his keen eyes spotted the movements of his opponent. The three blades that shot out of her spear-arm were fast; incredibly fast. Luckily, his sword arm was already somewhat protected from the attack by the silver vambrace that covered his forearm right up to the elbow. He ducked slighty, twisting a little bit towards his left, causing the first blade to carom harmlessly off the bracer. The second, the one aimed for his bicep, was a shade too fast for him, however, and left a neat gash along one side of his arm, even though his ducking allowed him to avoid the most dangerous knife blade; the one aimed for his shoulder. It was a close shave, however, managing to snick the leather armor of his tunic.
In the same movement, Torrelle put his magic to use, his left arm flying to his back to slip the long bladed knife from its sheath. As he did so, he focused some of the water contained in his blood-stained clothing and wrapped it around the blade in a protective layer. He had seen the icy blade making its way for his side, and he was not about to let this watery fiend have its way with him. The knife was a blur in his hand as he brought it up into the path of the oncoming shard, the blades meeting with a watered-down clang.
Lacking the volume that his longsword was capable of holding, the balanced knife was obviously an inferior weapon. However, even this small amount of water would be enough to counter this attack. Wasting no time, he brought the temperature of the water surrounding the knife to the boiling point the moment it blocked his adversary's attack, breaking any hold she had over his weapon while likely causing a minor, yet quite painful, wound.
He wasn't done yet, however. The same magic that engulfed the knife also covered several of the silver studs on his armor. With a flash and a pop, the relatively weak projectiles carried their small payload of water into the body of their target, the water boiling off the moment they hit in small, heated puffs of steam. What's more, the silver studs were small enough that the sudden rise in water temperature penetrated them completely, making them hot to the touch for a moment or two after their watery protection vanished. Still, considering the small dosage of water they carried, he had no idea if they would be at all effective. He could only hope that the sting they produced, combined with the pain caused by his dagger, would drive her back just long enough for him to prepare his main attack.
Leaping backwards once more, he poured even more of his focus into the long sword, trying to beat the clock, as it were. It would only be a moment longer, and he would be able to strike once more. This time, however, he had something else in store for her. He drew his blade back, settling into a half-crouch, calling upon all of his years of experience to help see him through the day.
However, as he dodged, he became aware of a new factor in their combat; the great steel wall was falling. The screech of tortured metal resounded throughout the arena as the massive construct began tilting forward, directly behind the watery demon. If it caught her by surprise, it would do an excellent job of splattering her in several directions, he thought.
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