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6/25/2010 0:17:03   
Krey
Member

The bolt missed. It missed! And it was such a good shot too! How did the fluttering fairy of fire know that it missed? Well, for one, there was no flash to speak of, and with the amount of fire she'd packed into that bolt, there definitely would have been a flash. Not only that, but she wasn't quite far enough away to be fully clear of the explosion, so if it hadn't missed, she'd have felt the eruption of force from the blast.

But it MISSED!

Ooooooh the little fairy was frustrated now! The fireball which should have thumped the great man in the chin like the punch of a great brute, and likely left him with a number of burns to boot, exploded uselessly on the ceiling far above her. Bringing her escape vector 'round and settling herself once more in the air, she looked on to see what was happening, just in time to see Na'-As-Big-As-Medium-Sized-Jim-But-Bigger-Than-Wee-Jim Jim recovering from his close encounter with the wall.

With the big man recovering, however, little Ember had just the perfect plan to catch him this time! Since her strike, flames had been building up around her, and here she gave them just a little, tiny boost that just maybe definitely created enough fire to engulf her form entirely. These extra flames took on a shape very much akin to the little fairy—in fact, if it weren't for the fact that they were definitely flames and not in any way flesh, this flickering blaze would look just like the fiery sprite!

Leaving the flaming copy of herself fluttering in place, Ember whipped herself off to her right, flitting around to Na'-As-Big-As-Medium-Sized-Jim-But-Bigger-Than-Wee-Jim Jim's left as she built up her flames once again. Poof! She was barely out of the way as the hammer came screaming back towards the brutish maul-tosser's hand, dispelling her fiery copy in a puff of smoke that seconds ago would have been a very flat fairy indeed! “Whaaaaaat!?” squeaked the fairy, her little arms and legs splaying out as her jaw dropped and her eyes widened in disbelief. And it was such a perfect plan too!

Shaking her head quickly (obscenely quickly, really), she focused the flames she was building into a quick attack, a fireball with about half the power of her last one. “Eeeya!” 'Round she went, spinning like a dancer and flinging the new bolt at her opponent's face with a fearsome force (for a fairy), in hopes that it would hit before he could reorient himself.
AQ  Post #: 26
6/25/2010 1:28:21   
The Dragon Knight
Member

Oooh, she looked frustrated now. She was obviously not pleased that he'd managed to avoid the bolt she had so carefully launched at his grizzled chin. He couldn't help but smile when she created that flame copy, right where the hammer would pass. Sure enough, she had barely moved out of the way, completely unaware that the tactic she was employing was saving her life, when the weapon blasted through the clone with the same effect as a stampede of buffalo through a rotted wooden fence.

The copy disappeared in a puff of smoke and scattered flame as the hammer sailed on towards its master. Just then, The Jim burst into a fit of intense laughter. The living barbeque lighter had just witnessed the demolition of her magical doppleganger, and the expression on her face was absolutely PRICELESS. He found himself laughing so hard that he actually fumbled the recovery of his maul, the weapon thudding to the ground a foot in front of him instead of returning to his hand.

As the sound of the impact reached his ears, Ed realized that he had lost his focus. He snorted, snickering a bit in spite of himself, and once more summoned the hammer, urging it to return the final foot. He'd actually had tears in his eyes, he had been laughing so hard, and now as he wiped them away he caught sight of the ball of flame heading straight for him.

“Oi!” he exclaimed in surprise, instinctively leaning to one side to let the ball pass him by. As he returned to his starting position, he grinned triumphantly at the nymph-like creature. “Hah! Gonna have t'do better'n th-” he began to say, when the flame (which had rebounded off of the wall behind him) impacted him square in the back.

The force of the impact caused two things to happen. The first, was for him to lose his focus on the hammer once more, causing it to drop to the floor at his feet. The second was to push him off balance, which resulted in his stumbling forward. Now, either of these two things happening on their own would have been fine. Unfortunately, when one is as tall as Na'-As-Big-As-Medium-Sized-Jim-But-Bigger-Than-Wee-Jim Jim it turns out that these two events simply do not mix with good result.

The big man's stumbling feet became fouled up with the handle of his own weapon, causing him to go beyond his center of gravity. This resulted in what was, at first, a very slow, almost leisurely fall. His hands flung out to the sides from the sudden impact of the firebolt, Ed had just enough time to mutter, “Ohhhh, Bloody 'ell...” before he found himself suddenly becoming a great deal more intimate with the floor than he had originally intended. Dust rose around his body, mixing with the smoke rising from his back. The leather vest now had a charming soot-covered look to it that would have made a chimney sweeper jealous.

“Shoulda seen THA' one coming,” he muttered through the floor as he lifted his head, glancing around to find out what his tiny opponent had been up to during his impromptu acrobatics.
AQ  Post #: 27
6/25/2010 4:58:24   
Strebor
Member

Van Gholkn was uncharacteristically tired. Not because of the carousing, drinking and other celebrations the night before (which are characteristic). Not even his own twisted sleeping psychology, which stated: "The wider you are, the tired-er you get" and caused him to sleep in a tautly strung beige hammock, resting between two wooden poles which were raised by the innkeeper at the brown-haired man's insistence. It wasn't even the fear of rejection, concerning Van's two letters, one addressed to Geoto (which had been forwarded, replied to and returned) and therefore, the Earth Lord. The second letter was addressed to the leaders of the Elemental Championship, and had been replied to.

It was the reply, and the apprehension caused as a direct result, which had instigated Gholkn's tiredness. The night before, the inn (conveniently situated near the Arenas) had erupted with joy, as the aforementioned letter had held (and hopefully still did) a positive reply. Thus the carousing and a belated bedtime. That same letter now adorned the pile of stuff next to his bed, and had already accrued a coffee stain and a burn mark, next to the south-eastern edge of the thin paper.

The tribal chief rolled heavily out of bed and landed sluggishly on the floor, groaning as he got up and re-checked the script to confirm his appointment. His headache should've been enough of a reminder, but clarification never hurt. Unless you were about to engage in a deadly struggle, that is. Gholkn grimaced and tried to concentrate, wincing at the sounds coming from the room next to him. Reading isn't usually a big effort for most learned folk, and can be easily done, if knowledge is applied. Van wasn't learned, had a roaring headache but still managed to read the letter without pausing to think about the words on the page in front of him. That task done, the rotund figure hoisted his peculiar weaponry and waddled down the stairs, taking full advantage of the oaken handrail. At the bottom, and to his right, lay the taproom. To his left, and smelling slightly better, was the dining hall. Torn with indecision, Van decided to have some intoxicating drink, and then some greasy bacon and scrambled eggs, overlain with freshly chopped parsley.

A satisfied grumble greeted the innkeeper as Van Gholkn, paramount tribal chieftain who used twin claws made of diamond, paid his (slightly overdue) rent and continued waddling towards the cluster of recently painted, freshly repaired buildings. His destination lay deep underground, and was a room of no return, for the pessimistically inclined. Van wasn't, and instead trusted the world with a kind of cheery good faith which belied his belief of trust and fair trials all around. An un-offending tree-trunk found itself a temporary home for the large diamond gauntlets, which were donned by Gholkn quickly and then hoisted straight back out of the tree. The large granite walls loomed above him, seeming to personally challenge his trust in the world. The ominous looking gate didn't appear too nice either. With a huff, he charged on all fours and made it just before the gates slammed shut, stunning him temporarily. When he came to, a loud *WHOOMPAH* of fiery fire seemed to present more ominous-ness, which was entirely in tune with the mood of the deep, dark spiralling staircase which was what the man now descended upon.

The mirrored interior, with a monotonous blue glow was broken by a couple of things. The first was the four large, immense pillars in the centre of the room, and the second and third things were the combatants and the fire coming from his right (a little to the front as well). In his immediate field of vision was a duelling pair, one short, and not-so-short, both dressed in sombre colours, grey and black and back again. What attracted his attention was the skulking figure to his left, which made it...
"Ah, it don't matter. Directions are all the same really, and left and right are practically the same thing depending upon which half you live on," were the words that Van uttered, followed by a slightly louder (not to mention slurred), "Ho there friend! We both have one thing in common that I can see! Fighting's part of our blood, ain't it?". What anyone else listening heard was: "Otheer friend! Wa both 'ave 'unthing *hic* common that I cantsy! Fightin' par' oofar blood, ain't it?" And with that, the battle commenced.
Post #: 28
6/25/2010 13:27:00   
Krey
Member

Well, it had been a hastily-prepared attack, so it wasn't like she expected much from the bolt. Thus, as the great brute of a warrior leaned to one side in order to avoid the fireball, she wasn't overly surprised. T'was what happened next that she hadn't quite been counting on; certainly wasn't part of her plan, at any rate, but it served her just fine. The little firebolt hit his back, and this served as the catalyst in a chain of events which would send Na'-As-Big-As-Medium-Sized-Jim-But-Bigger-Than-Wee-Jim Jim crashing to the ground in what was, admittedly, rather an easy-looking manner. The impact, however, told quite a different story entirely.

As a mixture of dust and smoke rose up from his body, the little fairy issued a twittering laugh, spinning in a little triumphant circle in the air before squeaking out a tired cliché, “The bigger they are, the harder they fall!” Once more righting herself in the air, she looked down to where the hammer-toting warrior lay, and as he looked up she squeaked in disbelief. She'd wasted a golden opportunity! There he was down on the ground, not even recovered from the results of his own loss of focus, wide open, and she was up here laughing away! Stupid, stupid Ember!

“Ooooooh!” She fumed, stretching her arms out along her form as she clenched her hands into little fists, “Stop being so darned funny!” Why, if she'd been on the ground, she'd most definitely have been stomping away at it in a futile little dance. Already she was bouncing around in midair like quite the cross little sprite, and then an idea came to mind. He wasn't up yet! She still had time!

Fortunately for little Ember, by this point in her life, maintaining a swirl of fire around her miniature body was second nature—she really didn't have to think about it. Thus, she was already prepared to launch another attack, hopefully before he had time to... Wait. Even better! She giggled away in nearly an evil manner (if not for how squeaky it was), and began to build up even more fire. More and more and more blazing flames gathered 'round her form, til the little fairy's body couldn't be seen at all within the great inferno (great for a fairy, anyways, and still respectable by our terms).

And so, while the fairy prepared to avoid being crushed by whatever brutish assault Na'-As-Big-As-Medium-Sized-Jim-But-Bigger-Than-Wee-Jim Jim would unleash next, she allowed her flames to grow bigger and bigger, by all rights surrounding herself with a floating mass of fiery death.
AQ  Post #: 29
6/25/2010 14:33:06   
The Dragon Knight
Member

Well, at least his tumble had served to distract the little pyromaniac from following up on her attack. She'd practically been rolling on her back with laughter! Ed couldn't bring himself to feel embarrassed about his predicament, what with him seeing the humor in it himself. As he hauled himself swiftly to his feet, a small trickle of blood running from his nose from its recent affair with the stone floor, he was even more amused at the sight of the tiny figure hopping about in rage. He could actually see smoke coming from her ears, although the fact that she was surrounded by flames may have had something to do with that.

As he picked up his warhammer, a change came over his hot-headed little opponent. Judging by the way she had started to grin and giggle maniacally, rubbing her hands together in a sort of sadistic glee, he guessed that she had stumbled upon some sort of devious plan. Well, that was fine. After all, devious plans usually meant interesting results, whether they succeeded or failed.

The (fairly) Big Jim had learned from his previous mistake and sharpened his focus. He was still quite enjoying the battle, but he was no longer shaken or laughing uncontrollably. Ember was busy building up quite a bit of flame, and he was beginning to notice a sharp rise in the temperature of his immediate surroundings. Being caught between his enemy and a corner was not ideal, but the scarred warrior enjoyed a handicap.

His weapon in hand, the head nearly scraping the ground, he pulled back the hammer behind him. Whatever she was up to, it looked like she wouldn't launch her attack until she had finished preparing, so he decided to meet her in kind. Contrary to popular belief, Ed's hammer was not magical. The fact that he was currently holding the weapon behind him in an underhanded grip and leaning forward was simply so that he could sharpen his focus and control the full range of his power as accurately as possible. There was no magic being gathered, no mystical force being channeled, and certainly no weapon being charged. It was simply.... focus.

Ed's eyes did not blink, and they took on a peculiar quality that made it seem like they could pierce through anything. His opponent was fast, but he doubted that she was faster than he was. After all, he'd remained pretty well stationary so far during the fight, aside from being thrown about. The arena was far too small for him to be able to move with his normal speed.... or was it? Well, it was something worth considering, but for now he'd tuck that glimmer of an idea away for later. Right now his focus was directed at the inferno building up before him.

Sweat had begun to trickle down his back and chest, and his scarred and weathered arms had taken on a bit of a sheen. The heat was continuing to build as his opponent prepared herself for whatever plot was working its way through her mind. With his focus locked, the hammerman would be able to follow whatever move she made. Well, it was his own fault for losing his composure in the first place, so let her have the next attack. He wouldn't be caught unawares this time, and he was ready with a counter of his own.
AQ  Post #: 30
6/25/2010 21:30:34   
ringulreith
Member

Having failed to find any lone opponent to initiate a fight with, Liam was considering interrupting someone else's battle. It wasn't the most honorable thing to do, but the elemental championships weren't a place of honor, they were a place of bloodshed. Besides, how could he please the elemental lords themselves by standing around and doing nothing? No, in this place, to be still was to be deserted by one's own element. So it came as a surprise to him when he heard grumbling in the direction of the entrance. Snapping his head around, he caught sight of an overweight, brown-haired man, who had apparently just entered.

Finally, someone to fight!

Liam grinned at the man's slurred, almost drunken words; for, indeed, fighting was part of his blood.

“I, you're right. I'm Liam, by the way.” Not really the best introduction, but he was here to trade blows, not friendly words and idle chatter. He tensed his muscles, ready to spring into action at any moment. The two steel heads above his head began spinning faster, until both heads were a blur and all one could see was the blurry outline of their paths. Now that the excitement had worn away and he had finally found an opponent, a calm determination fell over him. The grin was wiped off his face, replaced with the calculating look of a hunter trying to catch his prey. He was here to win, and he would either leave a victor or never leave at all. That was how he liked it – known it for all his life – all, or nothing.

“Shall we dance?”
Post #: 31
6/25/2010 23:59:10   
Krey
Member

Fire! The blazing inferno swirled 'round little Ember like a... a... well, rather like a blazing inferno, really. Great waves of heat wafted off the flickering flames, causing the temperature nearby to spike to uncomfortable levels. Well, uncomfortable for anyone else who happened to be nearby. As for the little fairy, well... she reveled in it. Her master, you see, lived in a volcano kept just at the brink of eruption by his considerable power. As such, it was rather warm in there, and between that and the power granted to her by Morkengraamir, she'd come to love the heat, and her body was no longer affected by it—naturally, magic had a hand in this as well.

Problem! Now that she had all this fire, what was she going to do with it? Poor little Ember had been so caught up in preparing for a massive assault of fiery doom, she'd not considered what she'd actually do with all those flames! So for a few moments, she just floated there, legs crossed as she placed the fingers of her left hand to her chin and tried to figure out just how to release this great blaze to its most devastating effect. Not that anyone could see her, engulfed in the fire as she was. From the outside, there was no way to tell just what she was doing.

She had something! Wait, no that wouldn't work... but! No, bad idea... Aha! He might dodge one, but he wouldn't dodge them all! Now that she'd figured out what to do with all this fire, it was time to put that plan into action. While the delay she'd allowed had taken a few moments, her followup took nary a second to implement, now that she'd made a plan.

As if out of nowhere, the searing blaze exploded into a dozen small fireballs, each packed with enough power to lay a typical man out on his back. They spread out to Na'-As-Big-As-Medium-Sized-Jim-But-Bigger-Than-Wee-Jim Jim's front, creating a wide, convex arc with Ember at its center. What remained of the original inferno was about half again the size of the wreaths which typically engulfed her little form, and a devious grin spread widely across her features as her eyes locked with the great brute's.

Wow those eyes were rather strange-looking all of a sudden; as if they were staring straight through her. Not that that would be such a great difficulty! After all, it's not as if she were large enough to obscure a man's vision or anything, no way, not at all! There was absolutely no possible way that there could be anything hidden somewhere behind the fairy; really, what could be so small? Certainly nothing that could do any harm to anyone at any rate!

The little fairy issued a squeaky cough. “Really, Ember, you've got to stop going off on these silly tangents!”

About then, it began. One by one, in quick succession, the fireballs launched, creating a tight web of explosive projectiles. They spread out wide at varying heights, with the Jim at the center of the web. Ember's aim was to take him with at least one of the fireballs, but maybe, just maybe, he'd forget about the mirror walls again and another one or two might catch him from behind. Oddly enough, though, with all the fireballs launched, the little fairy didn't seem to be doing anything with that little bit of extra fire which...

Oh wait, what was this? Little Ember's hands had been behind her back the whole time, and as she flung her right hand out forward, from it flew a little ball of fire. T'was just a tiny thing, certainly not enough to harm even the smallest of humans. Really, it was little more than a spark! Surely this tiny glowing projectile couldn't hope to do any harm.

The trick, though, was that this miniature bolt was especially hot, and aimed at Na'-As-Big-As-Medium-Sized-Jim-But-Bigger-Than-Wee-Jim Jim's vest. If nothing else hit, t'was the fairy's hope that this little firestarter would be underestimated. Things would really start to heat up for the hammerman then!
AQ  Post #: 32
6/26/2010 6:53:40   
Strebor
Member

"Liam, by the way," the sleeveless figure introduced himself, spinning two little chain and balls above his head. "Shall we dance?" The figure intoned, flexing his muscles as if in a direct challenge to Van's way of life (You know, live and let live, or sleep). The chain and balls were quite mesmerising actually, and so was the control exerted by the lithe character.

"I'm Van, how'd'u' do?" Gholkn went to extend one hand to greet him, a bit confused by the notion of dancing with two pitifully small paperweights. His stupor had pretty much worn off, except Van had forgotten that he was still wearing his diamond gloves, and almost toppled forwards. He righted himself, (no mean trick) and turned the little two-step into a fully engaged, headlong charge. All traces of intoxication erased, he gradually built up momentum, closing the not-so-large gap. The charge was hindered by the fact that he had had one (or two) thoughts a few seconds into it:

Hold on! He's got two deadly looking mini-flails, and I'm running at him? By this thought of course, it was far too late to stop, so Gholkn raised his diamond gloves in a silvery shimmering "X' and launched about all (eleven) of the two inch spikes from his right fist at the figure in front of him. Hopefully, the spikes would off balance this athletic-looking Liam. After all, metal can only deflect so many spikes before being blunted itself. And spherical objects would only shatter the spikes into more fragments.

With his mind, and while launching the spikes, the tribal honcho was probing. Not alien style probing, but more of an elemental probing. If Liam had any iron, copper, nickel, zinc, gold, silver, or any of the other assorted raw periodic elements, he was in trouble.
Post #: 33
6/26/2010 14:23:33   
The Dragon Knight
Member

She was a wily one, this girl. Even as the fiery form began to split apart and spread out, the big man kept his eyes locked firmly on his opponent. With his back to the wall, there was little chance that the attack would come from anywhere but directly ahead, and that was perfect. He could finally see the little pixie again, as the flames had been mostly siphoned off to form a staggered net before him.

Hmmm. If she planned on attacking him with all of those then he'd have to wait till the last moment to make certain that he accounted for all of.... Hello, what's this? Her hands were behind her back. What was she doing back there? Something felt off, as if she wasn't quite finished. His piercing gaze caught every movement, and realized immediately what she had done when she launched her bombardment.

The fireballs had begun to soar towards him, and as they did she had launched a second attack, much smaller, almost unnoticeable. He knew better; that was her primary attack. The rest of the inferno likely paled in comparison to the power of that tiny, brilliant spark. Thankfully, it was hidden within the barrage of firebolts, which meant that it would also be in range.

It only took a second. He'd stood, frozen in place, until the very last moment. He wondered if little Ember had even seen him move, or if she would only catch the end result. Well, no matter.

As the first of the flames came within two feet of him, he moved. Only, he didn't JUST move. He acted with his full speed, condensed into a single burst. By sharpening his focus he was able to prepare his muscles for the task and push them beyond their ordinary limits for a split second. The giant maul swept from behind him, down to the ground, and then up before him, finally halting at an angle that pointed toward the ceiling above his opponent's head. Of course, this wasn't just an ordinary swing.

Now she would see why he fought under the banner of the Wind Lord. The focused speed of that arm was so intense, and the size of the weapon that passed through the air so massive, that it created a shockwave with the sound of a thunderclap. It rolled outward from where he stood, a blast of intense wind, followed by a brief vacuum, moving through the spiderweb of flames and extinguishing them one after another. As he had expected, the tiny spark lasted longer than the others, so intense was the heat packed within it. It actually flared from the oxygen the shockwave created, but was completely snuffed out by the vacuum that followed, depriving the flame of the oxygen it needed to survive and overpowering the magical energies that had acted as its fuel.

The blast moved swiftly across the distance that separated the two battlers, spreading out and losing some of its power by the time it would reach her, but still enough that, if she wasn't careful, it might send her tumbling out of control.

“C'mon, Sparky! You've got more t'you than tha', I'm sure o' it.” The Jim laughed, certain that this second counter of his would drive the little nymph into a frenzy of frustration. He was eager to see what she would do next, but he wasn't about to let this chance go to waste, either. She might be off balance, so now was the perfect time to launch an attack of his own. After all, there was no sense in waiting around for his opponent to find an opening to exploit. Time to switch to the offensive.

The hammer still upright, he moved forward quickly behind the wave, bringing his weapon down in a crushing blow towards the sprite. If she tried to brace herself against the wind, then she'd be slowed down enough for him to connect. Then again, even if she couldn't maintain control it was likely she wouldn't be able to get out of the way entirely. Still, she might have something else up her sleeve...
AQ  Post #: 34
6/26/2010 16:09:49   
Mittoo
Member

Just behind the gate, standing with its back to one wall, was a cowled suit of armour. Well, that is likely what the combatants thought as they fought, the brush of cold if they drew too close to its seemingly immobile form likely written off to nerves, or the conditions of the arena which awaited them like...something looming and mysterious and cold awaiting them. I don't know. Stop judging me.

The staff of the Arena had found him curious, especially those who noticed the flecks of stubble on a chin that was certainly not made of metal, and his careful, efficient steps. Energy was not something to be wasted on stretches, or introductions; it was something to store and unleash later. It certainly didn't help that some sod had misled him, taking him down a detour that had, because of the lack of sky above him, slowed him down close to a crawl by the time he reached the gates. By the sounds of magic and exertion from beyond him, however, it seemed that the battle had already started. How unexpectedly fortunate. That line of stubble gently shifted as the mouth above it twisted, slowly, into a smirk.

Reaching a hand with painstaking slowness towards the great-sword strapped to his back, Slugger allowed himself an amused noise. The arena was quickly heating up, with so much fire being used in an enclosed space, and he felt the energy seeping into him, allowing his first-lazy gazes to become swifter, his reactions sharper: Slugger already felt ready for combat. He stepped in, plated sabatons creating muted thuds as they impacted against the strangely smooth stone. Quickly (as quickly as he could in his heavy armour), he made his way behind one of the pillars, out of the direct line-of-sight of most of the opponents. If he was lucky, they probably hadn't even noticed he was there. Ambush.

Pressing his back to the pillar, Slugger gently let his neck fall left and right, the soft clink of over-lapping steel plates mixing with the pop of bone in a curious note. Gently adjusting the grip of his bastard sword, Slugger moved quietly (since he didn't yet have the capability to move swiftly), moving from one pillar to the other - skirting around the conflict in the middle - and made his way towards the heat. As he drew closer, he managed to siphon a fair bit of the residual heat from the fairy's assault before the man managed to counter - something which allowed him the chance to move quickly behind a pillar for his ambush point. He raised the blade of his sword high, remaining as still as only Slugger could. He would wait for his opening for both players.
AQ  Post #: 35
6/26/2010 17:42:43   
Guardian of Nekops
Member

The little furball managed, somehow, to duck behind a pillar in time to avoid Jarvis’s Nudge. Certainly a quick move, and a marginally clever one… but not as clever as the creature seemed to think based on its banter. Smirking at his little opponent’s line, he let go of his rapier and allowed it to clatter noisily at his feet, where the ever-growing pool of black smoke swallowed it whole. Though the stonemason would normally be loathe to leave his tools unattended and to treat them so rudely, he knew at least that the blade would be safe… who would dare fumble around in the dark for a weapon when they did not know where the handle was and where its deadly edge lay?

Setting his weapon aside left the Worker with two strong hands free, hands he pointed at each side of the pillar behind which his foe was hiding. There was no point guessing which side of the pillar the little scamp would pop out from, and no need… both could be covered as easily as one.

“I may not be a hunter,” Jarvis chuckled, sighting over his two hands alternately as still more inky blackness settled down from his outstretched wrists, “but I think you’ll find…”

A blur of black and brown and cackling blue leaping out from one side of the pillar interrupted the Worker’s sentence, and his train of thought. Twin shockwaves of dark force surged forth from his hands, slamming into anything in their way and sending it flying… but Jarvis had far more crucial things to occupy his mind at present than to consider whether his attack landed or no, for out of the air his diminutive target had fired off an attack.

The Bolt of white-hot blue lanced towards him fast as light, quick as thought… far swifter than any reaction to it could be. Jarvis screamed in fear and rage as the attack hammered into his side, blistering his skin through the clothing he wore even as the darkness within it sizzled, burning away in a desperate effort to defend him. Jagged little tendrils of blue pain skittered across the surface of the cloth seeking a way past… electricity always found a way past resistance, and this was no exception… searing tiny wounds into his neck, his face, his wrists, driving him to his knees…

And then, as quickly as it had begun, the torture was over. The small gaping wounds that had been burned into his flesh across his body still remained and throbbed, of course, but they were already cauterized and caused him little pain in relation to the actual electric shock he had received. The vast majority of the blow had been soaked up by the buffer of magical darkness soaked into his clothing, now almost pure white where the lightning had struck it… hungry, empty white cloth that quickly began to soak Darkness from the fabric around it like a dry sponge.

With a feral snarl Jarvis threw up his hands high above his head, using his control over the powers telekinetic to waft his smoke up into the air. The oily blackness flew quickly up, engulfing him and the entire rest of the area between the pillars in darkness… darkness through which, thanks to the black shadow that not only covered his eyes but actually overlapped with them, the fallen Worker could see clear as day.

Thus it was that when he reached out for his rapier, his fingers unerringly found the hilt and brought it up, deadly and glowing in his hand as he rose to his feet. His simple cloth armor drank in the abundant shadow, restoring itself as his eyes sought out the thing that dared to wound him and his voice boomed angry through the Darkness, “I am no buck that you can bring down with a well-timed shot, little runt. Come face me if you dare, but trust me… you are not prepared!”
AQ  Post #: 36
6/28/2010 0:49:48   
ringulreith
Member

Liam smirked at the man in front of him, Van Gholken by his greeting. He was offering him his hand in the middle of a battlefield. Really, the gall of him. Perhaps fighting wasn't in his blood, after all. Then he noticed the small spikes around the man's gauntlet, and he realized what the man was trying to do. It was a trap! Sure enough, not a moment later, the large man was charging towards him full speed, with those metal claws of his, the small projectiles Lansing forward ahead of his assault. This man, he thought, was probably an earth contestant; they were always the ones with the spikes. Now that he had an idea of the man's element, he began making rough strategies in his mind as he began to move.

The small spikes were coming at him in a web-like formation, becoming more separated as they neared. Though that meant that the damage from them would be less focused, it did make them harder to dodge completely. Liam bent his legs, preparing to leap. He pushed off in a dive-roll to his left, body almost parallel to the ground. Bracing the hard stone of the ground with his shoulder, he brought his legs up in an arc that would leave him beside his opponent when he landed. The meteor hammer in his right hand was flung forward mid roll, half spinning, half flying up to meat his boots. Even without his feet on the ground, his control over his weapons was tremendous, and it showed for not once did the weapons jerk or falter. Liam's movements were quick and elegant, showing years of practice and experience. His muscles, toned and tightly knit, contracted and expanded with each move to match the flow of motion. He shifted onto his other shoulder as his feet passed overhead, rotating slightly so that they would land about two feet to the left of where his opponent would be. His right arm rose in the opposite direction, keeping his weapon spinning over him as he rolled. His boots thudded aginst the ground and he heaved with his shoulders, propelling him forward. He was slightly off balance for a fraction of a second before he righted himself.

Liam came out of his roll in a haze of dust, wild red hair flying behind him like a raging fire, knees out and bent slightly in his starting stance. He had cleared most of the projectiles, but doubtless to say some had still hit their mark. One had scraped across his thigh, leaving a tear in the leather and scratching the skin beneath. The second was more damaging, lodging in his right hip, sending sporadic bursts of pain up his side. He would have to bare it though, for pulling it out would let his blood flow from the wound, and he was already too far into his attack to stop. So he grit his teeth and pushed the throbbing to the back of his mind.

“You'll have to do more than that to win!” He taunted his opponent as he prepared his own attack. Having gained great momentum from his roll, the heads from his right meteor hammer were flailing around wildly above him, their path not much of a circle any more, barely visible to anyone watching. With a slight, almost unnoticeable flick of his wrist, Liam sent the first head streaking towards Van's outstretched arm, aiming to hook around it and pull him off balance. The second followed, spinning outwards slightly before coming in to give him a nice thumping on the back of his large head. The heads, despite being made of heavy steel, were very fast, faster than any normal man could throw a rock, for the full force of their spinning was behind them, rocketing them forward on their deadly paths like the shot from a rifle. The force of the blow frome one of them alone would be able to break some bones, possibly break a limb. With a row of small sharp flanges ringing around the center of each, a hit from one of the heads could do pretty bad damage.

“Let's see you getting outa this!” Liam yelled at the man condescendingly , shifting his grip on his left meteor hammer, preparing to whip it into action.
Post #: 37
6/28/2010 6:29:21   
Strebor
Member

Wow! Shock! Dismay with a side order of fries!

The agile, acrobatic, athletic, accurate, figure dodged not one, two or any number resting between the first prime and fourth primes, although one isn't really a prime, it was also dodged, same with the product of three squ-
What happened was, Liam had jumped downwards, and dodged nine of the eleven stone spikes. A remarkable feat, then again, this was the ECs.

Van stood there, watching, still probing. No solo alloys were found, and the nearest was the metal compound - steel - in his boots. Still rolling around on the ground, Van noticed with a calm collected-ness (Probably the very last traces of grog) that two spikes had lodged, one in the man's hip, the other stuck in his leather pants. The other nine? Hardly even dented, and lying on the floor. In fact, only the tips had broken off, giving him eighteen weapon-shards. These were launched at him, ten at the head, eight spread out in a vertical compass. Van was then reminded of his earlier thought, which was accentuated by Liam's comment.

Steel in the boots? Lets dodge those feet, and also, the man has no flair. These things must be done with style! Or rather, an overly conscious lack of one... Jumping back almost sub-consciously to avoid those boots, (Which were an avid reminder of his evil, very large dog) Gholkn swapped a penny for a dime. The man had sprung back up, and with devilish speed, swung those curiously looking, non-iron mini-maces at him.

By jumping, the one near his arm grasped on sooner, but the one slung towards his head (An act which would be frowned upon in the world of civil fighting) only ripped into his back-fat.

As I've always thought, obesity is a two edged sword. The heavier you get, the more likely you are to crush your heart. But then again, the less pain will affect you. So really, go all the way, and have six round meals per day, with snacks. The blood was still a discomfort, ruining his poncho and the sheer force of the brutal attack had winded him. Gholkn tilted, then wobbled, then toppled as the chain pulled him over.

When he was on the ground, he was straining against the chain, hoping to pull the glove clean off this sneaky Liam. Failing that, he simply erected his Barrier, taking the necessary particles from the air and gates, as the floor yielded no metal. Now there was a large cube around him, with the chain stuck in the middle.
Post #: 38
6/29/2010 7:21:23   
demonhunter
Member

"Son of a monkey wh-OOF!!"

Jonathan hit the ground. Hard. The dark one had managed to get off his attack before the Bolt hit, an attack which had struck the Jakkai down his left side before he'd touched ground from his leap. The result sent him spinning through the air a ways, and loosened his tail's grip on his knife, which proceeded to fly off and clatter against the ground.

He picked himself up off the ground, noting that he was now much closer to the walls of the place than he liked. And now, he was unarmed. Something which struck him as a very bad thing as he observed the dark one's reaction to taking a hit.

Despite that, he chuckled as he moved sideways, slowly, his hands gathering electricity once more.

"I'm unprepared?" He called back, "Seems to me that's you, human. Surely my little attack didn't faze you that much?"

The dark one was flustered, that much was obvious. And he was letting it go to his head. Jonathan grinned as his movements placed a pillar between himself and his opponent once more. The more flustered the opponent, the more mistakes they would make.

Noting the location of his knife, but making no move to reclaim it, Jonathan once again amplified the charge in his hands. This time, he'd give the human something to REALLY get flustered with.
AQ DF  Post #: 39
6/29/2010 15:38:49   
Krey
Member

Whoosh! One second there was fire, the next there was none. Well, there was still fire encircling the fairy, but there were no more fireballs, and that was the fire she'd most wanted to remain! Until it could hit its target, at least. “Whaaaaat!?” She squealed, at about the same time as the gust of wind from the hammer slammed into her tiny form and sent her spiraling out of control with a high-pitched (ear-piercing, even) squeal.

The disadvantage to being such a small creature, you see, was that it didn't take a lot of force to move such a small amount of weight. Compound that with the fact that Ember was so very reliant on flight, and you had a recipe for disaster when it came to powerful winds if care was not taken. Not only was it difficult to brace for such a force with nothing but air to hold her up, but the little fairy was not really expecting strong winds in this underground arena. After all, it was... well, underground. And air had this tendency of staying still underground.

And these were all thoughts for another time because Ember was currently flying through the air without so much as a modicum of control. This did have the advantage of sending her clear of the deadly strike which she had no idea was being made against her former position, though! With it, however, came the disadvantage of the looming pillar, which she could spot for about half a second with every uncontrolled flip through the air.

Thud. Face first into the pillar went the fairy, and there she stuck for all of a split second before gravity peeled her away and she went down, down, down towards the floor of the arena. Thump. And now Ember was considerably more intimate with the floor than she'd ever intended on being. “Nnggraiiwhazzitthathurt.” About a second passed, and then, “Oh!” She hopped up onto her feet, shook herself, and took a few wobbly steps. Turning her head, she looked at Na'-As-Big-As-Medium-Sized-Jim-But-Bigger-Than-Wee-Jim Jim and narrowed her eyes. “Alright then!” She squeaked, “time for a new game.”

She gave her wings a careful flutter, and lifted up into the air again. Gauging the distance between herself and her foe, she'd covered quite a bit of ground in her uncontrolled flight, which meant she had to move in close again. Fortunately, as she did this, there was some time to build her fire up again. This time, though, she wasn't going to build enough to obscure herself entirely, nor was she going to unleash it all at once. Like she'd said, t'was time for a new game, and this was to be one she was especially good at!
AQ  Post #: 40
6/29/2010 21:32:38   
Guardian of Nekops
Member

Out of the Darkness, the call came.

“Come here, you shiny, useful thing. Come to me, you poor, abandoned tool, and I will take care of you.”

Space whipped out from the Dark at the center of the arena, a whiff of taint upon the air that one would have had to strain to see. Taking hold of Jonathan’s dagger, the tendril of force shot back into the black smoke with its prize.

The inky fog of Darkness drifted slowly downwards, sifting its way down through the air as, here and there, an unseen hand pushed it up once more, moving it back towards the ceiling and outwards, filling in what space remained within the four pillars and covering all within its purview in impenetrable black. The zone of darkness was not perfect, of course… the occasional eddy let the dim light of the bioluminescent moss shine through here, or sometimes there, but these were getting smaller and more rare as time marched on.

Through the shadows Jarvis stalked his prey, his eyes keen and unhampered as he surveyed the battle around him. The unholy green lines of the rapier’s curse writhed through the metal in his hand, hidden by the overpowering Darkness, and at his hip a keen new hunting knife would have glistened, lacking only the light to do so.
AQ  Post #: 41
6/29/2010 22:47:02   
demonhunter
Member

Being closer to the walls than the pillars had its advantages, it seemed. For one thing, Jonathan was able to see what the dark one had done in the centre of the Arena, even with a pillar between him and where he'd last seen the man.

It also meant he saw his knife pick itself up and disappear into the darkness. That annoyed him.

"Stealing my stuff now, are we?" He called, "You're no better than a common bandit. Least a bandit would have the guts to face me head on! Coward!"

Watching, speaking, moving all the while. The charge in his hands was at full strength, and waiting to be unleashed. He just needed a better view.

He changed direction now, still moving sideways, but back the way he came. At this distance, with a little luck, he'd be able to see an attack coming. He moved until the pillar was no longer a serious obstacle, then stopped.

Looking into the darkness, it was plain to see that... Well, he couldnt see through it. And that meant he couldn't see his target. Firing off a Bolt would be pointless. Oh well, he thought to himself, raising his right hand, palm facing downwards. Plan B.

His right hand hit the floor as he raised his left. The impact released six... shards, for lack of a better word, of electricity that moved quickly over the ground, flitting from side to side randomly, but always moving in the same general direction: towards the darkness.

As the right hand came up, the left came down, releasing more shards of electricity. Then the left came up, and both hands slammed down for a third release. Three spells fired off in the space of eight seconds: the maximum he could accomplish. The Spark spell, as it was called, would travel along the ground into the darkness, the random movements of each shard causing the spell to spread out and cover a wide area. For the target, moving would be dangerous. Not moving would also be dangerous. The Spark didn't have anywhere near the punch of a Bolt, but it would still jolt the human if he let any of the shards touch him.

Perchance he would be too busy trying to dodge them to worry about the hunter for a time.
AQ DF  Post #: 42
6/30/2010 15:10:13   
Mittoo
Member

Now.

As soon as he had heard the thud as the fairy and the pillar began a new and beautiful relationship, and as the spreading darkness of another battle made its way toward his hiding place (or ambush point, depending on how brave you felt and how close you were to him), Slugger began to move. Dropping his blade low, he rolled his shoulder to quickly push himself away from the pillar, the gathering heat of Ember allowing him to gradually pick up speed until he was something close to the pace at which most men sprint. He closed the distances between Ed and him quickly, pushing his blade close to his hip in preparation for his swing.

As Slugger got close, he pressed his front foot - his left - to the ground to convert his momentum into the powerful swing his opponent was likely expecting. What he was probably not expecting, however, was for Slugger's blade and his movements to suddenly slow, heralding a sudden wave of freezing air that burst out from his armoured form. Through this, he carried his (slightly slower) swing through, a diagonal number aiming for a quick finish (since being rent in twain with the first blow tends to be a disadvantage for those planning an extended battle).

Keenly aware that his torso was exposed by his strike, Slugger allowed his hip to twist as he moved his right foot forward, reducing the area for his opponent to target if he avoided the blow. Keeping up the spin, he moved in a kind of twirl which was more practical than pretty, quickly stepping with successive feet until he was at Ed's flank, his claymore lowered in front of him in preparation for a parry or second blow. Gently adjusting the weight on his blade left and right, Slugger settled into his stance, ready for near enough everything.
AQ  Post #: 43
7/1/2010 15:07:12   
The Dragon Knight
Member

Ed was laughing as he lunged forward, his hammer swinging down to impact the stone floor with the sound of splintering granite. The impact had done far less damage than one might have expected, but that was mainly due to the fact that he had held back on the power he put into the swing. For a foe as small as the tiny Fae, speed was his greatest asset. Power was useless if he could not hit his opponent, and her small size meant that even a swing at a quarter his normal strength would suffice to finish the small woman off. For that reason he had been conserving his strength, rationing it, relying on quick thinking and swift movement instead of brute force.

Even so, perhaps he wasn't putting quite as much effort in as he should; his target had been utterly swept away by the shockwave, colliding with the nearby pillar and falling to the ground in a most comical manner. The Jim grinned, but held back from laughing as he did not wish to embarrass the valiant flamer. This was a duel, after all, and he had a great deal of respect for her speed and ability.

He lifted the hammer and held it lightly as he pulled himself back upright. At that same moment, a new figure, clad in thick armor over top of a dark robe, darted from behind the nearby pillar. The Irregular knew better than to think that this new threat was simply attempting to escape the encroaching darkness that was filling the space amidst the pillars. The man's eyes were fixated on one thing, and one thing only: Ed.

Na'-As-Big-As-Medium-Sized-Jim-But-Bigger-Than-Wee-Jim Jim's expression darkened as this strange figure swept past Ember and headed directly for the man who was known by his family as 'The Red Hammer.' Not only was this newcomer brazen, or perhaps foolhardy, enough to charge in from the front, but he was interrupting a duel. If there was one thing that irritated Ed, it was poor manners.

It was always possible that this man had been watching their fight from the beginning, so the hammer wielding giant figured it would be best to assume that this new foe would be expecting any of the tricks that had already been used in the fight against Ember. That was just fine, though, considering he had purposely held back on a number of his abilities so as not to reveal everything right from the start. In fact, he had held back so that he would still have some nasty surprises for anyone who would do exactly what this spoony warrior was doing.

Unfortunately for the man barreling towards him, The Jim had already guessed that he wouldn't have charged head on from such a distance unless he had something more than that toothpick of a sword up his sleeve. This was the Elemental Championship, after all, and the elements were likely at the beck and call of some of these fighters. Even more unfortunate, however, was that Ed currently had a solid footing, was not already in motion, and had seen the man coming. Poor sod, he should have picked an easier target.

“Interruptin' a duel is bad luck, boy. You won't get no mercy from th' likes o' me!” Ed called out dryly to the man as he approached, that sword held low in preparation for the first strike. It was clear this bugger intended to finish this in one stroke, which meant he was confident in his own power. Well, it was time to see just how confident...

The blade struck true, slashing through the giant's abdomen, gutting him like a fish, and slicing upwards through the chest cavity. The man twisted as he moved, spinning around to The Jim's side as he prepared to defend against a potential counter attack.

It was really too bad that the Ed he was focused on wavered and disappeared into thin air, like a mirage that one almost has in their grasp, only to see it vanish before their eyes. To the honorless ambusher, and to anyone else who may have been watching, including the bite-size pixie, it had at first appeared that Ed had met his end, cleaved nearly in two.

Now, however, the great maul came around from behind the man, the massive spike aimed at the center of his back. Ed, as has been noted in the past, is fast. Very fast. All of the factors of this attack had played into his defense and put his rushing opponent at a severe disadvantage. The distance between the two when the swordsman had started his charge had given Ed ample time to prepare. He had stopped moving, gained a solid footing, and was not engaged in any other attacks during that time. Because of this he could concentrate on speed.

The monstrous Jim had, quite simply, moved several yards to the side of his original position, gripped the hammer tightly, and swung with his full strength. The difference between this simple movement and his previous maneuvers was sheer speed. It had happened in an instant, just as the cold front was beginning to manifest itself to him. Ed's speed was such that the eye could not follow it without proper training. The light reflecting off of his body left an after image on the rods and cones, making it seem as if he had never moved. His opponent's cold air had actually helped Ed in this case, an unexpected bonus. The sharp border between hot air and cold creates a sort of prism effect in the air, a heat shimmer that is often the cause of mirages. This had resulted in the image remaining in place longer, and appearing more substantial, than it normally would have.

Ed was not laughing anymore. His duel had been interrupted by this upstart, and the man had clearly expected to do away with him in a single stroke. Not only was he rude, he was clearly full of himself if he thought he could take down a foe he knew nothing about in one attack.

By the time the image had faded from sight, the hammer was already in motion. Na'-As-Big-As-Medium-Sized-Jim-But-Bigger-Than-Wee-Jim Jim made not a single sound this time. The man had proven to be tactless and without any sense of honor in combat, so it was better to not waste words. It would do no good. However, with the mirrored walls, it was impossible to hide, and Ed was not a fool who expected that his opponent would fall with a single attack.

This was especially true considering the sudden blast of freezing air that had accompanied the man's arrival. Thank goodness it hadn't affected his initial movement or it would have been his real body and not a false representation that had been cleaved. Unfortunately, the shock of the temperature change was enough to jar even Ed's well trained senses, causing his nose to run and his eyes to water from the sudden shift in climate.

His hammer was still on course, but now he found that the moisture in his eyes was blurring his vision. If this blow didn't land, he wouldn't be able to properly defend against the return assault. Luckily he was used to cold weather enough that he was in no danger of freezing to death, for the time being at least. However, the cold was bound to slow his movements down if he remained in it for too long. He's have to end this as fast as possible.
AQ  Post #: 44
7/1/2010 16:53:42   
ringulreith
Member

Liam swore loudly. He had been optimistic when he saw that both his attacks had connected, although his second deflected slightly to the man's back, until the man had conjured up a wall of dirt around him. He managed to free the steel head that had hit the man's back, before the earthen structure rose and swallowed the rest of his weapon. That was the least of his problems though; for the man had launched the remains of his previous strike at him. This, however, was expected, and Liam hit the ground, hard. This time his movements were not elegant or practiced, they were shear instinct. Using the freed end of his meteor hammer, he batted the stone shards away. He missed several, however, and they skidded across his torso, cutting long, jagged lines in their wake. Protected by his vest, he only received shallow cuts. Insignificant as they were, they wouldn't heal over in this arena, so they could pose a threat later on.

Flinching slightly as the shard in his hip sent another wave of pain up his side, he pushed himself up, now covered in a thin layer of dirt. Before he did anything else, he made sure to crush all of the remaining shards to dust under his boots. No need in letting his opponent use them again, they had already caused enough pain. Now that his opponent had locked himself up in a stone cube, he couldn't do much. So he settled in for a long session of good old trash talk.

"Is that all earth can do, throw dirt at people and hide behind dirt walls!? Have you no honor, no pride, cowering in a filthy dirthole like a frightened rabbit? Why, if I were the earth lord, I'd be ashamed to even call you dirt! You're WORSE than a filthy thieving bandit! Hasn't your mother ever told you how to be a man? Come out and face me, you stone-brained, dirt-sucking, filth-wallowing, cowardly bastard!"

Focusing on the freed end of his weapon, he lifted it up in an arc over his head and brought it down hurtling towards the wall in front of him. When it hit, it would send a small shockwave of heat through the stone, heating it and the air around it up to unbearable temperatures. The force of the blow would hopefully shatter the wall, too.

"COME OUT AND FACE ME LIKE A MAN!!!"
Post #: 45
7/2/2010 23:41:40   
Krey
Member

Wait. Who was this joker!? As soon as she got into the air, she spotted him. T'was a man bearing a sword, one she'd not seen yet, and he was closing in on her brutish opponent. His sword was low, and she could see the intent behind the strike even from where she floated. He was interrupting her duel! How dare this filthy cloaked human interrupt in her duel! Ooooooh, he was going to get it! She would kill him, she would burn him, she would incinerate him! And when she was done with all that, she'd burn his ashes, and burn his ashes' ashes, and then she'd incinerate those!

She growled. If her vocal chords were capable of producing a slightly deeper tone, it might have sounded like the feral roar of a dragon preparing to rend its foe in pieces. Instead, it was more like the irritated whine of a very, very angry pixie. Which, really, was all it was! This, of course, didn't change the fact that she was going to burn him to very, very crispy cinders. But... she had to be smart about it. Calm, collected... he was no match for her tricks and agility if she could fight as she'd always practiced, rather than falling into a rage and simply focusing all her power on burning him as fast as possible. Of course, once she caught him, she'd incinerate him.

Before she could even come near, the new combatant struck, and... hit!? She'd been fighting him right along, and there was no way he was that easy to... wait a minute. Something was fishy. There was no blood. The instant after she realized this, he just vanished from the spot... And she found him in a different position entirely, his hammer coming 'round in a swing aimed at the intruder. She breathed a sigh of relief, and that was when she put her own plan into action.

She was coming near now, near enough that if not for the dragon's fire engulfing her form, she might have felt the cold. But the temperature drop came in naught but a simple burst, and her flame was constant and maintained, so that the cold became heat before it could even touch her. Now she began to build it up, creating a flame that would engulf her once again, though this was different... More controlled.

Despite his brazen invasion of her duel, however, she could not attack him without announcing herself. It would be dishonorable, and so, as she built up her flame, she called out in a loud, if squeaky voice, “Prepare yourself, dishonorable one! You have interrupted an honorable challenge, and by the flame of Morkengraamir, and the power of the Lord of Fire, I will see you burnt where you stand! Your cowardly invasion is a breach of proper etiquette, and as such, you've no option to decline. Consider this your final punishment!” She paused, and then, “Na'-As-Big-As-Medium-Sized-Jim-But-Bigger-Than-Wee-Jim Jim, our duel shall have to wait. Honor dictates I deal with this coward.”

Even as she spoke, her flame built up, and inside of the white-hot inferno, there was no hope of spotting the fairy.
AQ  Post #: 46
7/3/2010 9:42:16   
Micosil
Member

Tyon's surprise was beyond words when he saw his enemy's reaction. Due to a combination of skill and sheer dumb luck, he'd managed to avoid receiving even a single hit from the barrage, something which he would've thought was impossible, had he not seen it with his own eyes. But, at the very least, he'd been forced to drop one of his weapons, and that could be just enough to give Tyon the edge he needed. Before he could continue his attack, however, his enemy had lifted a fist into the air - and something disrupted the flow of obsidian into Tyon's body. Without bothering to check what exactly was going on, he jumped backwards a couple of metres, his attention shifting momentarily from the serpentine caster to the granite floor he'd been touching mere moments before, which was turning into a piercing spike before his very eyes.

So that's the risk of fighting here, eh? Blink, and you're dead. And lets keep in mind he's a Geomancer as well... just how stupid can you get, forgetting about that when he TOLD you? You almost got killed, moron!

Of course, right now wasn't the time for flailing himself, so Tyon left it at that - his attention turned, instead, to the ground in which he'd land, making sure that no magic was waiting for him. Fool me once... Right as he landed, he started draining obsidian again, knowing that it'd be his best warning in case his enemy tried something else which, judging by the way Feng was closing in, didn't seem very likely. At this range, magic'd be a waste of time when you had a broadsword that big - or so Tyon expected the thuggish creature to believe. Thinking fast, Tyon deconstructed the shard in his left arm and directed all the obsidian to his right, sealing the exit path in his left arm.

Running away was, of course, the planned course of action, and so he did, straight away from his enemy while, with every tap on the ground, he drew more obsidian in, which he simply stored - for what he intended he already had more than enough materials. As he fled, his shoulder had been reinforced, as well as the joints in his elbow and wrist, readying them to handle the extra strain Tyon's move would put in his body. After all, he could very well be gifted with powers over earth, but he was still human, and this packed quite a kick.

His plan was put in motion with a jump. He twisted counter-clockwise in midair, turning to look at his enemy, and threw a punch with his right hand which was nowhere close to hitting anything - not that it was expected to. As he'd leapt Tyon had begun expulsing the needlelike shard, taking as much advantage as possible of both the spin momentum and the punch's extra impulse to make his attack as fast and powerful as he could. In an ideal situation, like a training field, he could manage a very efficient and quite precise strike with this. As he was right now, chased by a bald fellow with heavy armour and a big club was not, however, an ideal situation - the shot, which originally was aimed towards the torso in an attempt to incapacitate the serpentine fighter, had been fired a fraction of a second too early, and was too far to the creature's right to hit its target. This small slip-up had also affected the shot's strength, which relied heavily on nearly perfect timing.

The attack, however, was not a waste of effort. Luck seemed to smile upon Tyon when the needle pierced instead through the creature's right arm, piercing through the first layer of armour and all of the biceps before finally stopping as it hit the armour on its way out. A small hole like that, about one centimeter in diameter, wasn't likely to stop the creature, but it would probably make using that arm incredibly painful - not to mention the fact that the muscle was bound to become weaker after such damage.

The shot's kickback turned Tyon's counter-clockwise twist into a clockwise one before he could see whether he hit or not. He landed with relative ease after moving so much in less than a second, and kept running from his foe, ignorant of the damage he'd just caused.
Post #: 47
7/3/2010 19:12:57   
Ruin
Member

Feng watched as his plan, well, didn't work exactly as expected. The stalagmite missed, and Tyon, using his obsidian, was able to throw a shot at him. He watched as the shot missed him, and landed toward the right. He was okay, he got ready to attack with his broadsword when he felt a sharp pain in his right arm, his right bicepm to be more precise. He dropped the broadsword that was in his right hand and looked at the spike sticking out of his armor.

With his left hand he grabbed the butt-end of the spike, gritted his teeth, and tore it out of his arm. Blood trickled down his arm inside of his armor. The warm liquid made his shiver as it dripped into the palm of his hand and onto his fingers. A squirt of blood came out of his bicep and he licked the wound to stop it from getting any worse. He spit onto the ground and looked up at Tyon.

By the time he looked up he noticed his opponent running away. Of course, anyone with a brain would run away from, a physical battle was futile against Feng. He knew that ranged attacks were sure to come at him soon. He began to store some of his Geomantic energy in the palms of his hands. When Tyon attempted to use a ranged-attack again, he would lift some of the ground from in front of him, to create a barrier. After that, well he hadn't really thought that far ahead. As he stored the energy he lifted up his broadsword, it felt lighter in his hands, the blood-lust was kicking in. The more damage he took, the stronger he would get, but he knew to keep the geomancing at a minimum, to increase the blood-lust's effect.

He hissed in approval of the situation.
AQ  Post #: 48
7/3/2010 22:32:37   
Guardian of Nekops
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Jarvis kept his mouth closed and quietly sidestepped to the right, watching the little lightning-flinger step out from behind the pillar and letting it rant. The Worker had no intention of broadcasting his position, not when his camouflage was so perfect. The angle at which he had pulled the knife had also been misleading— to the other direction and a bit too far forward— so if the creature wanted to take a wild stab in the Dark with that admittedly impressive charge in its hands there, it was welcome to try.

Surprisingly, though, his opponent made no move to fire off another bolt… the creature knew as well as he did, it seemed, that such a gesture would be fruitless. Instead it slammed the ground, palm first, not once, not twice, but three times, each slam sending out a shower of skittering, hyper-active blue sparks, all of them, dozens of them, covering, marching, spreading across the floor and into Jarvis’s far-too small patch of Darkness. Like smoking out a rat…

If only Jarvis’s telekinesis worked just a little better, of course, this wouldn’t be a problem. One tiny lift above the ground, little more than the height of his miniscule opponent, would keep him perfectly safe from the ground-hugging attack. He would only have to maintain the altitude for a few minutes, and he wouldn’t have to lose his excellent position here… but that simply was not how his power worked. One could not lift himself into the air with his own bootstraps, be they leather or magical in construction.

So levitation was out… and running back further into the Darkness, or even beyond it, wouldn’t help either. He couldn’t outrun Energy itself, even if this sort’s path did meander a bit, and dodging all those little sparks seemed, well, less likely to work than not. That left him with only one option.

Well two, actually. Jarvis chose left.

Sprinting through the Dark towards the door, towards the stairway leading to the outside world, towards hope and light and freedom (but only for some), shadowed eyes piercing the shadows as soft padded shoes made no sound above the roar and crash of battle; this was Jarvis, the flurry of activity that skirted the sparks and burst free from the oily smoke, rounded the pillar, and reached out his hand while screaming, “Huunteeer!”

Space flowed into the Worker’s open hand, tugging everything within its zone upwards and back towards him. It wouldn’t be enough to lift the little creature up or pull it back to him, but it would hopefully deny it paws purchase on the unnaturally smooth stone, and it would definitely slow its speed if it stayed true to form and ran away scared.

The charging Jarvis held his saber high, gleaming sickly green and ready to slice down upon his foe the moment it was in range. There would be no escape this time.

“Know thy limits, fool, and leave dragons where they lie!”
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7/4/2010 14:01:09   
Micosil
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The noise of clanging metal warned Tyon that something wasn't going as expected. He broke his run into a crouch, twisting as he neared the ground to end up facing the way he came. From his kneeling position he could see pretty well that he had not, as he thought, missed - quite the opposite, in fact.

He saw Feng pull out the shard, the red blood a clear contrast on his obsidian, and smiled, a gesture that only widened when he saw the wound spray out blood - a sign that he'd managed to hit an artery, perhaps?. He wouldn't need to hit the serpentine fighter again, after all. An untreated wound like that, in an arena which allowed for no healing, would easily take his enemy down on its own if given enough time. His enemy licked the wound in a futile effort to keep it from worsening as Tyon's smile faded, having realized something about his plan.

There was one small, little, irrelevant problem. Something the size of that fighter would take quite long while to bleed to death - and Tyon would have to dodge or avoid any attacks the geomancer could manage during that time. A risky move, and certainly not a good way of ending this confrontation after seeing the speed with which the spike had erupted under his feet. As soon as he realized that, he started working on something and by now he had the beginning of a plan - one that might help him avoid that unwanted outcome. A very coarse beginning, to be honest, but it was better than nothing given the amount of time he'd had to think it over.

Phase one consisted in checking just how much his foe had been affected. His kneeling position had largely increased the amount of obsidian flowing into his system, as had the fact that he was standing still, so he was sure he'd be able to carry this plan out, whatever it might end up being. He quickly prepared an exit path for more shards - three on the back of his right arm, and another needle on his left, pulling together the particles that floated in his body to form the projectiles.

Rising to his feet in a swift motion that took him another step away from his enemy, Tyon's right arm descended obliquely towards his left hip, the three now-solid shards erupting out of his forearm and flying towards Feng's figure. He held a defensive stance, carefully watching his enemy's movements as he formed another three shards in his right arm. He was running low on obsidian, which meant it was time to end this fight.
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