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Apocalypse -> RE: =EC 2010= Sky Arena (7/7/2010 14:02:36)
The shield formed by chain mail had been enough to stop the battle-ax in its tracks, and a sharp tug revealed that this shield was not willing to relinquish its new captive. It appeared that chain mail was not so much a duplicate of white robes as to being an elite version of the light magician. Perfect. This adversary would surely provide the fight that the Elemental Championship had guaranteed him. The only fault with chain mail was that, like white robes, he also found that the battlefield was a prime opportunity for conversation, though at least his talk was aggressive. "You'll need more than that, you walking steak!" Before Reinharn could even ask himself the meaning of the word 'steak', a series of explosions erupted in a chaotic fashion around the two combatants. Shrapnel bounced off his armor harmlessly, but more than a few pieces had cut his exposed upper arms and legs. Fortunately for the minotaur, the wounds were minor and would hardly be a hindrance at all. But this was not the pressing issue at the moment, for chain mail had darted to the left and Reinharn was still missing his signature weapon. Taking the lesser of two evils, Reinharn released his grip on Earthshaker and placed each hand on the opposite cleaver. Simultaneously, he raised his left hoof and planted it back and to the right, thus facing his opponent and catching chain mail in the act of his staff strike. Reinharn countered by drawing the cleaver Destruction from his right hip and intercepting the transformed scythe right below the blade. With his defense intact, the minotaur entered the offense by unleashing Ravager from his right side, dealing a savage blow that would strike chain mail beneath his right arm and show him the advantage of brute force.

DWeird -> RE: =EC 2010= Sky Arena (7/8/2010 11:47:04)
As the magelslayer made way towards his quarry, he got a sneaking suspicion that maybe the archer was recovering a little too quickly from the assailing wind. Sidestepping to a circling stone ring, he mubles "Too little, too late", raising half his weapon overhead in an attacking arc before he even gets within face-smashing distance of the marksman. And gets another arrow flung at him for his troubles. At this distance and 'weather conditions', it would normally take not much more but a step to the side to dodge it... But too little space, what with the one-minute fall an arm's length away (and a complete indifference and mabe even a little spite on the part of those who should make certain that he would get down in one piece) as well as the fact that the winds were now blowing in a far less straightforward direction relative between the two combatants - giving less of a time to react for Snibbor and, thank the year-long icey creaks of the the splendid norths, more of a difficulty in aiming the arrow for the foe. All that meant, though, was that the arrow would pierce his shoulder instead of his heart, puncturing throught the leather armor, piercing through his thick green flesh and scritching the shoulder bone just a teeny tiny bit. "Arr!" The mageslayer groaned -- without losing momentum. The motion he was building towards was a simple one, anyway. A flick of the wrist, a flex of the arm, and the crystal of water still cosily trapped within one of the greenskin's signature weapons two scoops was now flying happily towards the feet of the archer. Adjusted a bit towards the center of the arena, of course - given the aim here was not to get him wet (again!), but to use the force of the watery explosion to knock the archer straight off the rock and have him fall trembling down. A long, long way down. Snibbor grinned met his opponent's eyes, giving him more than a glimpse of the pure, unadulterated gleeful malice dancing deep within the slayer's own.

Ryu Viranesh -> RE: =EC 2010= Sky Arena (7/8/2010 22:15:09)
Things couldn't have been going any better for a certain Handyman right now; he wasn't being attacked by either of his opponents, which made him believe that his advances hadn't been noticed by them. This meant that his attack would likely go forward without a hitch, unlike most of his others during this long battle. If this attack could take care of that slippery shade and remove him from the equation, that would mean that he'd just be left with the minotaur to deal with, and that was a foe he felt could be handled rather easily from a distance. So really, all he had to do was make sure he was able to get a shot in at his original opponent and then move on with his performance in the Championships. Marcos said a brief prayer of thanks to the Energy Lord for giving him such a tough and worthy opponent to prove himself against and for allowing him to attain victory over the man, as was proper for the servant of an Elemental Lord. However, all of these thoughts flew to the four winds as he emerged from the small and already rapidly vanishing smoke cloud to find that his opponents had shifted considerably from the positions they were in before he entered the field of opaque air that had concealed both himself and his target. The one whom he had wanted to snare with his net of electricity was now almost completely out of range to easily attack with that kind of ability, the accursed talking cow blocking the way to him. This put a serious dent on the effectiveness of his current plan and would require some quick and precise adjustments to make sure what he'd prepared could still be used, albeit in a different manner. As he carefully restructured what he was going to do in his head and slowed his approach slightly, the two warriors in front of him continued to do battle. The minotaur's weapon appeared to be caught in a shield of shadows made by the shade in chainmail armor and he seemed to be having a great amount of trouble retrieving the weapon, even with his seemingly incredible strength. As he watched the minotaur give a strong pull on the hatchet, the Handyman narrowed his eyes and glanced at the shadowman. A careful observer in the stands would have noticed the ghost of a smile that appeared on the Handyman's face as he focused on his two opponents. He knew exactly how he was going to modify his plan and exactly what he was going to need to do it. With these modifications, the altered strategy might even exceed the original. If it worked, he'd kill two birds with one stone and have twice as many victories to offer up to his Lord. As he flowed towards the embattled pair, Marcos saw the minotaur let go of the axe and reach for his sides. He was clearly going to try and switch tactics, just like the Handyman had, and see if he could shift the momentum of the fight. Well, the momentum would be shifting, just not in the way that the hulking slab of beef thought it would. Marcos tilted the structure that he was holding in his hands and then removed his left hand from the lightning rod that it held, allowing the weapon to start to freefall. This released what could only be described as a wave of electricity that hurtled towards the minotaur as he was blocking the man in chainmail's reaping strike at his legs. Before the shock stick could fall too far though, the Handyman allowed a small amount of electricity to flow forth from the bottom of the rod in his right hand, catching one of the ends of its free-falling copy, reversing its polarity so that magnetism held the weapons together. Marcos spun the weapon around and grabbed the front with his left hand as he approached the minotaur, wincing at the pain in his side. He couldn't keep running like this for too much longer or he'd hurt himself worse. He'd have to worry about that later though; now he had a job to finish, one that had been a long time coming. As he reached the minotaur, the Handyman jabbed up with his electrified staff, aiming to brand this bull right on its unprotected neck with his glorified stun baton and cause it no end of pain. Marcos didn't enjoy this work, but it would be necessary if he wanted to win; he'd have to keep causing damage to the minotaur until he couldn't stand anymore. Then, he'd fall down and crush the competition, just like the clever Handyman planned.

TormentedDragon -> RE: =EC 2010= Sky Arena (7/9/2010 5:21:29)
Blocked again! For such a large creature, the bull moved with surprising speed, drawing his cleavers and stopping the staff-scythe cold. No point in trying to overpower the 'taur either, as he clearly had the advantage of strength. Still, Rivera was no weakling, and he had the faster weapon. One final step, and he turned to face the minotaur, raising his Shadow-bound staff to intercept Ravager's strike. Once again, Shadow clamped down on the minotaur's weapon, slipping around the cleaver's blade in an unyielding grip. He shifted his hold, and twisted both staff and cleaver 'round, pulling the nasty, bladed weapon right out of Reinharn's otherwise iron grasp. It was no easy task, but the staff gave him the edge needed, and he intended to press the advantage. A half-second pause to recover, Shadow-staff releasing the cleaver, Shadow Shield releasing the axe, and he swung once more, a series of three-inch spikes sprouting from the staff as it sailed at the gap between breastplate and skirt.

Kellehendros -> RE: =EC 2010= Sky Arena (7/9/2010 13:31:06)
Suddenly, out of the blue, or whatever the dominant color was at the time, multi-coloured sprites appeared, hovering down at rapid speeds to choice contestants. The swarm wiggled and writhed onto them, seeking entrance into the contestants through their ears, mouths, nostrils, and making the fighters emit a glow most spectacular from their eyes, ears, mouths, and even noses... Their bodies grew transparent, the strange lights taking over everything, making them impossible to see, the light (the contestants?) rose up slowly, finally exploding into a gazillion of little marvelous pieces. The Lords had made their pick, their chosen champions would proceed to fight the Final Battle of the Tournament...

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