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jerenda -> RE: =EC 2011= Cellar Arena (7/18/2011 13:58:30)
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Gabriel stepped to the right, moving out of the shadow of the darkness as she prepared to continue the fight- and then she stopped. Above the chaos and the noise in the Cellar, the flashes of light and glimmer of ice and the overwhelming stench of blood, lights suffused the arena. Swarms of multicolored sprites descended on most of the people nearby, lifting them up into the air where they were consumed entirely by the light. Consumed by light... The phrase seemed to resonate in her mind, and for the briefest instant Gabriel thought she saw something other than the dark arena - a girl, frozen in the act of leaping as light illuminated her skin, her very muscles and bones and blood in burning, searing glory - and then the vision was gone, and there was nothing left but herself and the scent of blood in the air.
Dizzy, Gabriel leaned against a pillar and looked around. The huge void of darkness had gone, as had Reeve and the ice mage she was fighting. Her gravity pull had simply vanished when he left, negated. The couple had vanished as well, the slender young woman who reminded Gabriel so much of herself, and the larger man armored in heavy stone. In fact, the only other two people remaining in the arena with her- not counting the bodies of those who hadn't made it- was the wolf and the man who had been fighting Reeve. Lying scattered around the arena were various weapons, some belonging to her, some to others.
Absently, as if cleaning up after a party, Gabriel attracted her various weapons to her and cleaned the blood off before stashing them in her belt. The unfamiliar knife she tossed into the air, letting it catch the light. She smiled lightly and sent it skipping out across the arena, heading approximately off to the side of the shadow-cloaked man. Not an attack, as the knife was low to the ground, and wouldn't hit him unless he went over there and made it, but a possible returning of property. It might belong to him- it certainly didn't belong to the wolf. If not, no need to keep strange weapons that might have weird enchantments on them. You never could tell until it was too late.
The Angelborn took one last look around the arena, taking a deep breath and letting it out to settle her nerves. Cooling down from a battle always took some time- and speaking of cooling down, the globe was still in the middle of the arena, making everything around it annoyingly cold. Abruptly, she laughed. The sound echoed off the mirrored walls, strangely loud inside the so-recently noisy arena. "Well. That was fun, wasn't it? And it looks like we were passed over. Oh well. Better luck next time, hmm?" Gabriel smiled at the shadow and the wolf, a flashing grin that, while not bloodthirsty, wasn't necessarily nice. "I think I'll go watch the Finals, how about you?" She laughed again, stopping herself from devolving into the hysterical giggles of one who's just faced down death and survived by sheer effort of will.
With that, Gabriel headed for the stairs, making a wide detour around the ice orb. Relief washed over her. She hadn't won, but then she had never expected to. She had survived, and for that she was grateful. And now she had a nice long list of things she needed to work on, and... maybe not a friend. Maybe not even an ally. But certainly someone she felt like she could seek out. If he survived this next trial, that was...
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