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Krey -> RE: =Elemental Championships 2009= Fountain Arena (7/29/2009 21:58:37)
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Grey's eyes wandered the arena slowly, briefly observing everything that was going on throughout, but focusing on his immediate situation. The man armed with sword and shield had begun to draw a circle around himself with his sword, though he couldn't actually see anything left by it. He finished his circle, and then he began to speak.
”I grow tired of this game,” said the demon within him, and Grey's ears mostly droned out Elian's speech.
“As do I. But it's not as if you can do anything about it.”
”I say we end it.”
Grey cocked his head, “How? I thought you were beat?”
He heard a laugh within his mind, and he smirked himself. ”These fools have given me enough time to recover, at least in part. If you are willing, Jonathan, we may share power. And then we can destroy them. All at once.”
He folded his arms over his chest, watching as the earth mage began to approach him. “Very well.”
”Don't let him near. Get into the middle of the lotus plants.”
He nodded, and shifted back before Angelo could come near him, moving into the lotus plants he'd dodged earlier. Once he stood in the middle, his eyes wandered between the three, and he cocked his head slightly.
”Let your strength flow. I'll do the rest.”
He opened himself up, for the first time allowing Shade access to his mind, his body, his strength. As Shade worked, he could feel it, knew what he was doing, and felt that if the demon were to give him access to his power, he could manipulate it himself. For now, however, he simply allowed the demon access to his own strength. The shadows beneath the lotus plants stirred, coming to life unnoticeably. At least, to everyone else. Grey could feel the shadows dancing about his feet, preparing to strike.
Suddenly, a trio of tendrils burst from beneath the lotus leaves, snaking their way in a spiral around Grey's form until they reached his arms. Once they'd gotten to his shoulders, they lunged forth, their ends honed to a razor sharpness as each sought a different target. The darkness beneath the lotus leaves fed them, so that they could reach, presumably, without limit. One reached for Angelo, aiming for his chest, though it wasn't as if he would be able to tell. As the tendril flew at about the speed of an arrow, it lurched back and forth, erratically changing direction in flight. As it neared, it spiraled, and then lurched forth at an alarming speed, straight for his heart. At the same time, another shot through the air after the sea-shifter. It weaved back and forth, up and down, and as it touched the water, the spray it created suggested that it was quite solid. As it neared him, it dropped, touching the water in its light. As if it had bounced off the water's surface, it launched above the Illithid's head, then dove, whipping around and striking at an upwards diagonal at the center of his back.
As the others sought their targets, the third and final launched in a totally different direction. It dove into another concentration of lotus plants, then cut its way through the water, weaving back and forth on its way towards Elian. A jerk to the right, and as if mocking him, it followed the trail of the circle he'd formed. Once finished, it rose into the air, above his head... and then dove. As it flew down towards him, it exploded into a dozen tinier tendrils which first arced out, then converged to try and trap him, the razor sharp tendrils seeking out weaknesses in his armor.
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