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Post by Richter Abend on Nov 12, 2012 10:41:25 GMT -6
Having gone unnoticed despite how humorously close he was to the two women conversing in front of him, Richter let out a silent chuckle, though his eyes and his attention remained fixed on the match.
Wyatt, in what seemed to be an emerging pattern, had been surprised by the Pale's initial attack, letting his foot get touched by one of the magic tendrils that had been summoned out of the ground in response to his charge. The contact had been fleeting at best, but even then it had still flubbed up the red-haired fighter's landing. Richter had never had the privilege of fighting a dark magic user, at most being exposed to Mavick's occasional use of the stuff, but between Clair's match with the Night Lily and now Wyatt's match with the Pale, he never wanted to. It was a fearsome magic.
But regaining himself quickly, Wyatt returned once again to the offensive. He impressively closed the remaining gap, narrowly avoiding another magical attack, and moved to finish off the mage in one solid strike. With any luck it would connect, but Richter had his doubts.
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Edrick
Shaman
Even in darkness one can devote themself to the light.
Posts: 114
Sacae Fame: 1
Profession: Jack of all Trades
Affinity: Light
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Post by Edrick on Nov 12, 2012 20:03:54 GMT -6
"Had just about enough of the magic!" His opponent said as he dropped his shield to dodge the oncoming magic attack closed the distance between the two and attacked with a vertical swing of his axe.
As his opponent approached Edrick was preparing another spell, although he mistimed the spell and his opponent reached him before he could finish the spell.
"Crap he is too close but this spell could be dangerous is I don't finish it." Edrick thought as the axe came towards him. "Either get hit with an axe or lose control of my spell, on one hand, the axe could probably kill me if he had the strength to destroy a general's armor in one hit, or on the other hand lose control of my magic and the unknown may happen, crap this doesn't look good.
Picking the decidedly lesser of the two dangers Edrick jumped back away from the axe and lost control of the magic the magic that had begun to formed just suddenly, popped. the resulting blast sent Edrick against the wall of the arena and down to a knee.
The feelings that over came his body in the magics, the pain was almost was too much to bear. "I....I don't think I can get up the energy seems to have left my body. Is this what happens when the elder magics become out of control? T....The pain is unbearable! It feels as though someone was cooking him alive while simultaneously freezing him solid at once! If Wyatt is up then I believe that he's won this match there is no way I can fight back in this condition. Edrick thought as he spit at the ground depressed at his own inability to even get up, before the pain overcame his limbs and he hit the floor of the arena, silently in pain.
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Wyatt
Hero
The Volcano
How can someone win if winning means that someone loses?
Posts: 463
Etruria Fame: 2
Sacae Fame: -1
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Post by Wyatt on Nov 12, 2012 22:48:52 GMT -6
Wyatt had panned to continue his assault as the mage jumped back. Press the advantage, don't let him cast any more spells. All he needed to do was stay on the offensive and he would hit him eventually.
And then, an explosion. Wyatt was not a stranger to strong hits, and did not lose his footing easily. Even the fact that his feet were barely in the dirt, since he had been lunging, didn't serve to knock him off balance. The blast struck him, and his momentum changed, as he slid back along the dirt, planting his axe both to stop himself and to stabilize. He glanced up at the explosion, cursing to himself. Clever move, now he had a few moments before Wyatt would be able to close with the mage. He'd probably be preparing another spell.
Wyatt was surprised by what he saw. The mage had taken the blast much worse then he had...so it hadn't been intentional? Seemed the mage had slammed into the wall, and with the weak frames mages tended to have, that couldn't have been fun. Wyatt eyed the opponent, to see if he would rise. A moment passed, more then enough time for Wyatt to continue the assault, but he did not. Instead he sheathed his axe onto his back, and went to retrieve his shield. As far as he was concerned, the fight was over.
The announcer seemed to agree. "And the explosion from the Volcano's fury claims another contender! Watch out! This kid is a real powerhouse! Continuing on to the next round is Wyatt, the Volocano!"
Wyatt, unlike his last match, turned to play up the crowd a little bit. He raised his hands high up, taking in the huge numbers around them. He hadn't taken the time to really look during his last match. So many people, more then he could count. Easily tens of thousands of contenders.
This was one hell of an adrenaline rush.
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Synkkis Kyyneltya
Shaman
"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
Posts: 170
Profession: Mercenary Tactician
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Synkkis
OoC Alias: Cyril/Lucien/Landrik/Freya
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Nov 13, 2012 1:04:02 GMT -6
There it was! The big hit! The shaman was so close to buying himself some more time in the fight, but even so, 'Wyatt' knew exactly what he was doing in pressing forward at all times. The crowd roared and cheered. They even got a little magic show without someone losing an appendage.
Synkkis himself cheered. "Volcano! Volcano! Volcano!" This was another flavorful fight in the arena - just what everyone wanted.
Wyatt the Volcano embracing the crowd, he could get a good look at him. He was rather young looking for a warrior of his skill and strength. Looks can be deceiving. It's a small world, Elibe. Would he run into either one of the competitors someday? Hopefully not on the opposite side of the battlefield. If Synkkis could learn one thing from the fights in the arena is how weak he was on his own. He needed to train. Especially if a certain group of people were to come across him again.
The dark pupil looked into the arena again, to 'Edrick the Pale'. His loss would not be in vain. Synkkis learned what happens when you don't complete a spell. The paralyzed Shaman would also learn, lucky for him.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Nov 14, 2012 0:41:18 GMT -6
Clair smiled, surprised and... pleased? at Mana's willingness to speak with her. It had been a long long time since she'd had much interaction other than as a part of an army. It felt foreign to her, it had been so long since she just relaxed and spoke easily. ...It wasn't coming as easily to her now as it should.
"Sure. I have a few stories to tell... And I have traveled quite a bit." She'd been in each of the main countries now, she realized. She still hadn't made it out to the isles. Honestly, she didn't have any desire to go there or the desert in the south though.
"As long as the food is better than army meals." Clair laughed. "I can put up with rowdy crowds alright." Perhaps she meant rowdy crowds around her were in danger, but she didn't see a difference.
The falcoknight shifted to the side and made room after a moment as she realized the Maiden of the Blade was going to join her. She looked back out to the battlefield as they leaned forward, against the arena. She was silent for a moment as she considered the question: fighting magic. She'd not always had such feelings on it, but since leaving her home and heading south for the firs time, she'd begun developing a healthy mistrust of magic. It had come out far stronger after Ariston had betrayed them, for some reason. Healing magic was incredible, and she still favored it, if not the idea of needing its use often. It was the hurtfull kind that she hated.
"...When you fight magic, there's not alot you can do. Not as a close range fighter. You have to focus on getting close without getting hit, and that's not always possible.... When fighting in large groups, it becomes your ob to protect archers and mages, so they can begin work on decimating the enemy troop,... but that's not really relevant here." It wasn't particularly specialized knowledge, but her words had revealed at least a passing awareness of defensive battle goals, as well as some experience in fighting mages.
"This mage, I'm not sure about. It's hard to measure a mage's power without getting hit by them. This one is far less flashy than my opponent was, though his flux spell seems to be well enough practiced."
Clair perked up as something seemed to be happening. Wyatt charging, and the dark mage backing off was to be expected, but there seemed to be a magic build up going off! Just as the shaman moved away, there was an explosion. It completely reversed Wyatt's direction of movement. That looked painful, but the mage took far worse from it. She could see sparks of darkness still shooting up and down him as he hit the wall and bounced off of it. The pain on his face, as well as his disappointment, hurt, but at least he looked like he wasn't sizzling. He would probably be fine. She watched him a moment more, making sure the mage wasn't going to suddenly go insane and start throwing black lightning bolts from his hands, before starting to cheer for Wyatt as he soaked up the crowd.
"Good job, Wyatt! Good showing." It had been a good showing. Edrick had managed t score a few hits, and they'd clearly thrown Wyatt for a loop. The final hit had been what had done it though.
"See? Magic is dangerus. Even its practitioners can be harmed by it." Clair said, leaning over a bit closer to be heard over the roaring crowd.
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Perrin
Monk
Err...I can't remember anything! *has a revelation* Oh, that's who I am..
Posts: 21
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Post by Perrin on Nov 14, 2012 21:23:45 GMT -6
Perrin had been studying his tome most of time, trying his best to ignore the ranting crowd, and the violence of the arena, but this particular fight had almost sparked his attention. Edrick the Pale was one of the few mages he had seen in the arena who had won their first round. Perrin kept his face in his book while the battle was fought, and towards the climax he began to watch with interest.
The mage had obviously sensed that if the red-haired man got too close (and he was already too close for comfort) then he would most likely die. As Edrick charged his latest orb Perrin pondered the Pale's magic, and how it differed from his own. Strange, Perrin thought, elder magic seems to take more time to prepare than its light counterpart ... Interesting.
To his, and many others surprise Edrick's dark orb made a rather strange popping noise and ... exploded? Edrick was slammed against the wall, small whisps of darkness flowing around him, and his oppenent appeared to be unscathed. The shaman was on one knee clearly feeling the extreme pain of his unmasterful show of magic, and was not going to get up any time soon. The winner was called, and healers promptly scurried onto the field. Too bad, Perrin thought sadly, he had wanted someone like him to pass onto the next round, But his choice was not a dumb one, either. Who would want to get hit with an axe while wearing simple robes?
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Post by Richter Abend on Nov 19, 2012 14:56:45 GMT -6
Fearing for his life, the dark mage had retreated, and in losing his concentration, had allowed his black magic to backfire.
Richter knew how that felt. In fact, if that damned dragon hadn't purged the infernal stuff out of him back at Salvation Point, he'd probably still be feeling it today. Edrick, though, hadn't absorbed any demons, at least not ones that the Ilian could see, so Richter figured the kid would be fine. Or at least a lot better than he would have had Wyatt's axe made its way into his ribcage.
Yes, the real star of this match was Wyatt. The red-headed axeman's tenacious, no-give fighting style had shined in this match. Despite being outmatched in both versatility and range, he had forced his opponent into submission by pressing the shaman's weakness more than the shaman could press his. It was easy to take down an enemy whose head was filled with blood and bricks, but Edrick couldn't handle an opponent that was both unrelenting and clear-headed.
Quietly, the disguised Ilian clapped. Wyatt would be a great warrior some day if that was the path he chose to follow.
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