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Geddesmck -> RE: =Elemental Championships 2009= Fountain Arena (7/31/2009 11:34:45)
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As Zenz waited for Chel to respond to his attack he, rather unwisely he realised, scanned the rest of the arena. Although his own battle had been progressing at a rather slow rate, the various other skirmishes seemed to have reached their peak. He focused back on the dust cloud between himself and his opponent, but still nothing happened.
The ground rumbled beneath Zenz’s feet and he turned to see a large wall of stone moving slowly towards what appeared to be a large black ball of some sort. A series of thoughts rushed through his head. Such a move wasn’t particularly easy; at least Zenz in his current state wouldn’t find it so, so that meant that his rival earth competitor was giving his all. In that case, my own offering so far is pitiable, Zenz reasoned, perhaps if I demonstrate some true power, and eliminate this strange blind folded man, the Earth Lord will be impressed.
“Sorry, love, seems I’m being called away, our dance will have to wait.”
Feeling deep within himself, Zenz found his magic. He’d once attempted to explain exactly how he used earth magic to one of the dwarves and he recalled the conversation as he concentrated. “It’s like... I don’t know really. I suppose it’s kinda like fishin’. I send these ‘lines’ of magic into the earth, searching for things I can move, or lift, or break or anything else. If I find one, and I usually do, this line sort of, hooks onto it. When it’s hooked, the most basic thing I can do is lift it up, but I use my own muscle for that, it’s like literally lifting it with my own arms, except my arms are really long.”
He smiled fondly at the memory as he sent his ‘lines’ into the earth. He wasn’t looking for a large rock to lift up, he had a different intention. There was a metal snag as one of the lines caught an appropriate rock and Zenz pulled the goggles on his head over his eyes. “Here I go,” he said quietly.
To the eyes of everyone, the audience and other competitors, Zenz simply fell into the water and out of existence. There were some bewildered murmurs, especially since he didn’t immediately reappear.
In reality, Zenz had opened a hole beneath him; then used a large rock in front him, which was spinning at a great speed, as a drill, to push through the soil and rock before him and he sped at unnatural speed towards his target. The water rushed in behind him and although he was holding his breath anyway, the sudden cold all over his body shocked him. Regardless, he continued onward.
There was a low rumble and moments later a shower of rocks, dirt and shattered cobblestone sprayed forth from the ground towards Angelo, as Zenz emerged a few feet in front of him. Most of the debris, as intended, was heading directly for Angelo, except the still spinning drill rock, this flew past Angelo and towards the arena wall, smashing directly into one of the points from which water flowed into the pond, making a much larger whole there and letting more water enter the arena at once, although at the same time lessening the pressure.
Zenz was not finished though, and despite his muscles protests and the fact that his head felt extremely fuzzy, he sent more lines into the ground, directly into the flooded tunnel his journey had produced. Even his sudden tiredness couldn’t stop him grinning wickedly as he pulled the tunnels roof down. The effect wasn’t as immediate as he intended, there was a low rumble and minor shaking before the tunnel actually collapsed, creating a flooded trench running diagonally through part of the arena.
Although Zenz couldn’t be sure yet, due to the explosion of water spray and dust in the air, he hoped the collapsing of the tunnel had achieved its objective. The tunnel had run in a straight line from Zenz’s former position, to his new one. If anyone had followed that route, they would realise that it passed an important point. Namely, it ran under the black ball.
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