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dragon -> RE: =Elemental Championships 2009= Spike Arena (7/24/2009 13:04:41)
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Brazen bursts of mana whirled through the arena, shoulder to shoulder with the myriad noises of battle that radiated indefinitely into the air. Like the tolling bells of Lore, each ring felt like a calling to Logain. It was time. His tactics of observation had been sufficiently exhausted, and he felt the rumblings of war deep within his heart.
The gears within his mind were rapidly rotating with each step of his calculations. Every last piece of data regarding element, ability, position, and power that he had gathered was being factored into his precise imagination. His decision had been made. Turning to his right, he quickly sized up the light warrior who had been so rash in casting several arena-wide spells. Logain's claws desired released, he could feel an itch for action, as though they had a life of their own. He would be gracious in allowing them freedom, he would watch from the confines of his mask as the world before him was torn bit by bit...a sudden crack ripped through the arena as the figure lightly tossed an undead to the side, one much like the skeletal summon that had attacked Logain just moments before.
Timing was everything. With the dispatch of his undead opponent, the warrior had no doubt lost a good bit of energy, leaving him vulnerable to an ambush. A gentle roll of Logain's head from right to left, and back again, released his pent-up stress and settled him for the coming charge. His claws extended, and as they met their full length, he felt the rumblings of war in his heart intensify to cries of madness. Calls for blood. The time for waiting had passed...
But no, something was stirring ahead of Logain, as an orb swung from the deep shadows to a position just out of reach of the light warrior. This was apparently of little concern to the figure, who's weapon extended his reach, putting the object in range...but for what?
Moments flashed by, split seconds, before Logain realized the implications of the sight ahead. The ramifications of such an action spawned in his mind, and all he could do was whip his left leg behind him as his opponent brought his weapon hurdling down into the orb, splintering the inanimate entity as though it were a star, an ageless giant which had run the course of its life and now sought to streak the skies with its former glory. The majority of the force was focused from the point of impact from the weapon, leaving Logain on the periphery of the explosive wave of glass-like light shards that formed as the remnants of the orb.
Even on the periphery, over 20 shards sliced through the space between Logain and the warrior, closing in like an assassin's throwing knives, propelled from the darkness at the end of a long corridor, whistling as they spun through the air, all to happy to oblige the shards and part for their majestic journey. With reaction as his only defense, Logain waved his right arm from the left side of his body to a follow through just in front of his face, where the metal could protect at least some of his upper body. Unleashed from his mechanical limb was a gust of wind, like the angry roar of some hidden creature sunken deep within the grasses of the plains of Lore. There was a momentary rumble as the wind spawned, and then a sudden hush shot out to meet the incoming projectiles, forcing them awry from their intended paths.
Some were left sailing into the spikes, others flew high into the ceiling, leaving others to navigate towards Logain's extended arm, where they shattered and left only splinters of the thin material rolling over Logain's shoulders and onto the floor. A few of the thin shards were forced downwards by the wind, where they continued their charge into Logain's legs. His pants and overcoat suffered paper-thin slices through their pristine weave. Most of the shards flew into Logain's front leg, his right one, which was made of Drakel metal like his arm and suffered nothing but scratches. One shard managed to twirl past his right leg and slice through the thin material and into his skin, cutting through his flesh and continuing towards its destined fate with the spikes behind Logain.
Logain gritted his teeth as the shock flashed through his body, hissing out his anger as he worked to force his pain to a dull, pulsing sensation with focus and adrenaline. He could feel that it was but a shallow wound, and he recovered his priorities quickly. A new surprise was thrown into his calculations as he saw his target approach by two other combatants. It looked as though his priorities would have to be rearranged once again, this time factoring in the importance of dismantling any alliances. He was aware of the dangers of such team-ups, even though they were just as prone to installing false security in their members, they were dangerous to anyone wishing to stay alive.
It takes two to fight two, thought Logain, finalizing his decision to aid the lone warrior ahead of him.
He began silently slithering towards the group ahead, moving along the wall, cloaked by the shadows. His footsteps were silent, his large frame seemed to shrink to the size of a mouse. He needed to hear what was going on. Fortunately for him, it was no hard task to catch the conversation, which was meaningless at worst and useless at best.
Blaze Drakestorm, about six feet and approximately 150 pounds. Armed with both weapon and magic, a spellsword paradigm perhaps? Shield for defense, basic garb. So be it.
The scene before Logain, one of honor, disintegrated into a battle, letting waves of mana lash out through the arena. With the commotion, he knew his voice would need a special kind of amplification, and centering a small amount of magic on his throat, he spoke in nothing stronger than a conversational level, but did so almost directly into the ears of those ahead of him with a slight manipulation.
"You take your time spewing names as if they are necessary to the killing of another, while moments later, you seek to assassinate that chivalry by pursuing a hardly balanced affair. Well, here you are gentlemen, balance has arrived. I am Logain Dedracio, but enough, I prefer to speak in action, not in hollow words."
He stopped along the wall, and refocused on the task ahead. The air around him suddenly flared into movement, whistling through the spikes like a gust through an old window on a dark winter night. Having stopped in the shadows, 10 feet from the battle, he grimaced as he saw projectiles whirling through the air towards his new ally. While Logain trusted Blaze could defend for himself, he felt a heavy build-up of magic from the other man, who now stood, steeped in deep concentration. Whatever this focus was going to culminate in, Logain knew he had to try and stall it. He stepped forward with his right foot, and drew his claw back as if he was preparing to hurl an object into the distance. He brought his claw quickly through his field of vision, feeling the wind around him splitting for his body to pass, and felt the magic pour from his mechanical limb into the crisp air.
His focus never faltered as he continued to propel the mana through the air, carrying the force of his slash as though it had been transformed into the strike of a blunt weapon. The force of his raw attack was reinforced by the wind, and it moved with grace and rage towards his opponent, building momentum as the wind accelerated towards his opponent. As it neared the figure, it compounded into an almost tangible object, a large ball of pure force and mana on a path of destruction that was aimed to end at the stationary combatant.
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