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Post by Mila on Dec 5, 2016 20:58:00 GMT -6
She hadn’t seen the elf imp thing charging at her. She didn’t see it jump with a weapon until it was too late. She did see a quick blur of silver flash in front of her and saw that the creature had died. It’s body cut in two and it’s pieces oozing a black brown blood she dared not touch. She turned to look at her hero and smiled at who it was. She hadn’t expected to see the assassin in a place like this, but she was glad to have him here.
“My hero.” She spoke with a genuine bit of joy and sarcasm.
“But, yes! Business!” And there was plenty of business to be had. These monsters were everywhere and generating more monsters of their own. If she weren’t in the middle of the fray she’d be trying to figure out the secrets of creating sentient life out of snow. She prepped another ball of flame and lobbed it at another elf. She glanced around. Mila knew Ryu was skilled but these numbers would be far too much for them to handle. The man with the holy axe was glowing with power. Essentially making himself a big shiny beacon for the other imps. She sensed the power of wind magic resonating near her and saw that Donny was rushing in. His newest blade allowing him to harness the power of the wind. He sent another one of those beasties away and unfortunately into another snowman. The elf was working whatever foul magic it had into making this snowman even more formidable.
“Frosty is an eyesore.” Mila muttered to Donny who was now next to her. Another flash of silver and then a brilliant flash of blue. The snowman dubbed frosty now had a large hole where the elf had been lodged. Another one of her friends had joined the fray. What joy! Mila followed his lead and lobbed two more orbs of fire at the abomination known as frosty. She left two perfectly spherical holes in the area where it’s eye’s had been.
“I’ve damaged it’s eyes! Go Get Em Donny!” The Sage knew that there were other fighters around the perimeter. But she couldn’t get to them. They had to find their way to her if they needed to be healed or if they wanted to combine their strengths. She heard the sounds of a wyvern and of its landing. She let out a hard breath. She threw four balls of fire in such a short amount of time. The strain of it was starting to catch up to her. This battle was insane. Ice balls? Peppermint weapons? What was this thing?
And then there was something else coming at them from the sky. A screech of a bird she knew she had heard before. She looked up then shielded her face at the sudden gust of power that emanated from the taguel’s landing. Mila didn’t know how or why Anzu got here. Or that he was bothering to help them.
“Thank you Anzu! And Thank you Anzu’s partner! We will accept all the help we can get!" She shouted.
She took this moment to survey the battlefield. There were nine visible elves with one to two snowmen a piece. And these snowmen were fast. She needed something something to slow down their movements. She quickly grabbed from her bag her Gaea tome and started to focus. She was going to do something big.
“Guys i’m going to need you two to cover me because i’m going to cast something big that will slow down those bastards. I’m not going to be able to move much during or after wards.” She shouted and hoped that they were listening. There was something about being surrounded by companions whom you’ve known for a while. Companions whom you fought with, shared drinks with, nights with, it seemed to fill her with a power she couldn’t quite describe. A power of some sort that made her feel like she could overcome the physical limits and odds of this battle. She hoped that her presence was doing the same for them. That this collective feeling of “goodness” was mutual. And so she began to focus and charge her spell.
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Fargus
Hunter
When life chooses to give you lemons, you shoot arrows at your lemons...
Posts: 31
Profession: Mercenary bowman
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: jjmyers0199
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Post by Fargus on Dec 5, 2016 21:08:23 GMT -6
Fargus's eyes grew wide as a giant head started to rush right towards him. Managing to jump out of the way, the head rushed right by him only to turn and let out a roar and rush at Fargus again. He nocked another arrow on his bow and fired at the head, but it seems to have done little to no damage to the head as it continued to rush right at Fargus. "Well...this isn't good"Fargus said as he jumps out the way again.
Fargus kneeled for a while as he nocked another arrow on his bow. There must be some sort of weakness on this behemoth...but where?Fargus thought. He then noticed a small patch of snow on the creatures back as it turned again. Fargus smiled as he lets out a "bullseye". Right as the creature turned and rushed at Fargus once more.
Fargus smiled as he then jumped up and barely jumped over the giant creature. He aimed his bow at the weak patch of snow on the creatures back and fired. The arrow stuck and the creature lets out an angry roar as then starts to disintegrate back into snow. Fargus landed beside the pile of snow that once was the monster that almost finished him. He then looked around once again and noticed more fighters fighting. He quickly ran over to a group of fighters that looked organized. He went behind the group and nocked an arrow on his bow. "Just tell me where to shoot, I'll do my best to take em down"Fargus said to the assassin which he thought was the leader of the group.
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Ravvus Wiseau
Mage
We will not stop until I have bested you at least once. My pride simply won't allow any alternative.
Posts: 207
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Ravvus/Luba/Rowan
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Post by Ravvus Wiseau on Dec 5, 2016 23:00:05 GMT -6
More and more fighters appeared in the arena. Among them were a pair of winged people. Ravvus could barely believe the sights before him. Animated snowmen? Bloodthirsty 3-foot tall men wielding peppermint colored weapons? Flying, but also wingless, reindeer with teeth sharp as razors? And now bird-people? Was the world coming to an end? Was Ravvus going insane? The mage scritched at his snow-peppered hair, gently ruffling through the thin, golden strands.
At the edge of his periphery, Ravvus saw three projectiles flying towards him. He turned, Trinity in hand, to find that they were snowballs. ”What th- how i- What is this?” The mage furrowed his brow and conjured a new fireball in his free hand. He outstretched the hand, ready to intercept the first snowball. It collided against the spell, quickly melting away into nothing. Ravvus frowned, more out of annoyance than fear. What childish manipulations of ice magic. The mage did not bother to defend against the second projectile. It flew towards him, grazing his shoulder, and scraping through cloth and skin alike. ”Ah!” The hot-tempered mage grunted, feeling the jagged ice tear into him. His eyes widened, realizing the danger he was in. The third projectile came for his head. He ducked and tumbled forward, falling into the next row of seats. The spiked projectile flew overhead, shattering into a bench two rows up. Ravvus turned to see three needle-like spikes penetrating the stone. He clutched the graze on his arm, wet blood smearing across his fingers. Childish or not, those snowballs had pierced the skin. Ravvus leapt down the colosseum, making his way to the conglomeration of fighters.
He could see another practitioner of anima in the center of the colosseum, calling for help. Ravvus stopped just outside of the colosseum's pit. He breathed in deep and outstretched an open palm. Words of power were spoken and a fireball, slightly larger than the mage's head, formed in his hand. Sycthe-like blades sprouted on opposite ends, giving the spell the appearance of a glaive. The mage pulled back and cast the spell, being careful to avoid the human fighters. The conjured glaive collided with a patch of ground behind the green-haired sage, igniting the earth and erupting into a bonfire. No sooner had the mage thrown his spell did a new onslaught of snowballs come after him. Ravvus eyed the deceptive projectiles, and sucked down another frigid breath. ”You're covered from behind, Greeny!” He slinked backwards, avoiding a close graze from one of the snowballs.
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Post by Donovan on Dec 6, 2016 2:47:46 GMT -6
The Silver Tongued Mercenary’s allies went to town on old Frosty, the Snow Man. The Elf that had been lodged in the Snow man’s abdomen and making it larger, had been blasted out of the creature by Vincent, and Mila had subsequently knocked the 8 foot tall ice man’s coal eyes from its socked. But that didn’t seem to harm the beast as much as Don thought it would. 2 more Elves leapt up from behind the creature and began to work on patching it’s holes. Frosty looked down at the silver haired Hero, Vincent, and pointed at him with it’s oaken claws (Evidently the coals were more for show than sight), and a wave of cold ran through everyone near [Frosty used Daunt.] Don felt a sense of dread, knowing that the creature would not fall easily. Frosty blew an ice cold blast of snow and frost at the Vincent and launched into a physical assault immediately after.
Don trusted Vincent to be able to handle himself, and knew that protecting Mila was the most important priority at the moment. The mage needed time and focus to complete her powerful spell, anything that would help them gain the advantage could be the difference between life or death. And Mila was a good friend of his. He couldn’t let her be harmed. We must stop those elves from repairing the Frosty, Liar. To protect your Scholar. Don grunted in agreement with Fragarach. The sword and him certainly agreed on some things.
They shot a forceful blast of air at one of the elves riding Frosty. Most likely not capable of killing the creature, but enough to buy them some good time. Then he shot another blast at its fellow. The creature dug its claws into Frosty and was not blown away. It death glared at Donovan, rage in its eyes and leapt down at him with a peppermint dagger in hand. It landed at his feet and stabbed his left hand. The hand felt numb immediately. The Silver Tongue punted the creature back a few feet and sent two sharp blasts of wind at it with speed only made possible by Frag’s supernaturally light weight. I fell little drain from such basic attacks anymore, Liar. Don’t hesitate to use such simple strikes. But we must be weary of calling another vortex like before. That… That was draining. Should we do so too often, I fear I might need to rest. Hot chocolate oozed from the elf’s now lifeless body, hardening on the snow beneath it.
“Assassin. Keep an eye on Mila’s other side, while I safeguard this one. Don’t let anything get close to her while she finishes that spell, since it looks like it’s just you and me.” Frosty had become enthralled with the slaying the Heelcutter. A young hunter ran toward them. Don knew the kid was in far over his head, but he could certainly be useful. “Boy, stay next to the Sage. If you see anything at a distance. Shoot at it. You don’t have to kill it, you just need to makes it’s life more difficult, you hear me?” Perhaps they could win. Perhaps someone could make it out alive.
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Shugo
Wyvern Rider
RETIRED
The world is a dark and lonely place. That is why it is our duty to bring some light to the world.
Posts: 271
Profession: Kid
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Shugo on Dec 6, 2016 7:45:45 GMT -6
Shugo stared at the snow man as it began to reform from the snow around it. The chill still lingered in his bones and the fight still burned in his eyes. The young rider had his brain running at full gallop. He needed to find a way to take down the beast. Clearly stabbing it was not the right coarse of action. Though Shugo had seen others take down the beast in the background behind him, so he knew they could be killed. Shoot Luna proved that when she squashed one of them in her landing. However, "Eureka", shouted Shugo as it all seemed to come together.
The Snow monster had finished reforming itself and was rushing back toward the young rider. It's arms were stretched out and its fangs ready to sink into his tinder flesh. What the beast had not expected however was for Shugo's sudden realization. The snowmen, which Shugo was not calling them now, where just like zombies. If you wanted to kill them you needed to hit them in the head, or maybe the heart, but Shugo was sure it was the head. That is how the others took care of them and how Luna had taken some of them out when she landed. Her massive body had squashed them flat destroying the head and sending the snow crumbling back to a pile of frozen ice droplets.
"Alright here we go", spoke Shugo as he charged toward the snowman. The beast swung its arms to grab the young rider, but Shugo was too swift and too short. The young rider ducked under it's grasp and moved to the side of it's body. He then took his spear and stabbed into the creature's right arm. The beast, still thinking Shugo was as ignorant as he was before, ignored the spear and turned it's body around. The movement severed the top half of it's arm, but he could care less. The creature grabbed the young rider with it's left arm and secured him by his side. The bitter cold began to run though Shugo's body, but the rider ignored it. This was the moment Shugo was waiting for.
The creature pulled Shugo close as it began to regrow the damage to it's right arm from the surrounding snow. Like last time Shugo stabbed his spear right into the monster's chest. The creature chuckled, or at least Shugo thought it chuckled. It was more like a snow giggle. The creature moved it's newly reformed right arm to complete it's bear hug on the young rider when suddenly Shugo began to pull up on his spear with full force. The creature only had a moment to figure out what the young rider's plan was and by the time it did it was far to late. Shugo's lance shot up like a rocket. The shaft of his dragonspear ripped though the fluffy snow body of the snow man like a hot knife though butter. From the center of its torso on up the creature was split into two. One side of it's body flopped to the left and the other to the right. The snow then dissipated and fell to the ground back into it's harmless state.
"Alright Victor...", shouted Shugo as he turned. His eyes sight however was meet with a arrow speeding toward him. Time itself seemed to slow down for a moment as the projectile approached Shugo. Shugo tried to move, but his body could not respond fast enough. The arrow pushed on poised to slam right into the dead center of Shugo's face. The blow would have ended Shugo's life in a single shot, but a miracle happened. Suddenly a gigantic rune appeared in the sky along with some kind of barrier. The arrow, speeding forward like a hawk chasing after it's prey, slammed into the barrier and was deflected off it's path. Instead of hitting Shugo in the face the arrow flew into the nearby snow. It's bold turned the fluffy snow into a block of pure ice.
"What the", spoke Shugo. Suddenly a light began to shine from Shugo's back and the young rider finally understood what had happened. His Delphi Shield, the item he had found in the bandit treasure hold. It was designed to protect mounts from arrows while flying. Shugo had no idea that it could work on the ground as well. "Thank the heavens", spoke Shugo as he turned and looked back toward where the arrow had came from. The elf, which had shot the arrow, was staring at him in disbelief. That dumbfounded look did not last long however. The beast had pulled back on it's bow and was preparing to fie another shot at the young rider.
"Oh not you don't", shouted Shugo as he pulled a strap on the side of his armor and dropped the shield from his back. Holding the shield in his hand Shugo charged toward the little devil with his spear at the ready. A snowman saw his path and rushed in to block him. As it moved to intercept a sudden white blurr rushed out and slammed into it's body. Luna, Shugo always faithful mount, was rampaging on the battlefield. Using her body as a battering ram Luna toppled the snow man over allowing Shugo to continue his charge.
Another arrow was loose. This one was just as sharp as the other. Shugo raised his shield, but no rune appeared this time. The arrow slammed into the Shield at full force. It's icy powers radiated though Shugo's body, but the bolt itself had stopped. "Why", spoke Shugo as he felt his limbs slow due to the chill of the bow. His entire body screamed in agony as the bite of the cold chummped at his joints and muscle. "Why did the magic not activate", spoke Shugo.
The Elf, happy to see that it's bow had worked this time, pulled back on its bow again. It fired another bolt toward the paralyzed rider. Shugo attempted to move, but his muscle could not respond properly. Everything was slowed down, like honey flowing from a bottle. The arrow flew forward at full speed and aimed to take off Shugo's head. However the rune once more appeared in the sky and the bolt was deflected once again.
"I see", spoke the Elf as it pulled back on it's bow. Shugo himself finally understood how the shield worked. If the pattern was set then this time there would be no escape for young Shugo. Shugo could feel movement returning to his legs, but he was still to slow to dodge the bolt. The creature, with a sinister look on its face, fired off another arrow toward the young rider. This one would be his doom, thought the elf.
A great roar filled the sky as Luna charged in. Jumping infront of Shugo Luna took the bolt straight into her side. The arrow, pierced though her scales and left a hole in her body. The cooling magic festered around the wound.
"Luna", shouted Shugo as he saw his companion go down. Rage filled Shugo's heart and the slowing chill left his body. Shugo charged forward with a new vigor. By the time the elf pulled back on it's bow Shugo had already crossed more than half the distance between them. The creature shot the bow once more and the rune made its appearance. The arrow deflected to the side and Shugo rushed forward. As quickly as it could the Elf reloaded it's bow and pulled back to fire, but Shugo was upon it. The rider stabbed forward with his dragon lance aiming to stab the creature in the chest. The Elf however was ready. As Shugo's stab jolted forward the creature twisted the bow and deflected it to the side. Dropping the bow entirely the creature swung at Shugo with a mace that it held on the side of its belt. Ready Shugo blocked the mace with his shield and attempted to stab forward again with his shield. However Elf was the more agile of the two warriors. He side stepped the spear to the side and rushed at shugo from his unsehield side. In a vain effort to defend himself Shugo was forced to raise his lance to deflect the blow. The mace however proved to be the better between Shugo defense and the elfes offense. The blow slammed into the rod of the spear and knocked it out of Shugo's hand. The force caused Shugo to trip up and fall back into the snow. Seeing opportunity lunged forward to finish the job. As the mace came down Shugo raised up his shield. With both hands behind the magical artifact Shugo was able to blow the elf's first attack. However the creature was not done.
As Shuog and the Elf struggled against each other Luna stumbled to her feet. A chilling pain filled her side and her vision was blurred as a result. Even still she could see Shugo struggling for his life against the elf. With all of her strength she charged forward in a frenzy charge. That charge however did not go unnoticed by the elf.
Blow after blow Shugo deflected with his shield in desperation as the Elf assaulted him. He was almost to his feet when the elf suddenly pulled back. Shugo, not thinking anyting of it, used the opportunity to get back up and gain a proper footing. The Elf however had turned it's attention onto the wyvern. It began to move across the snow toward something on the ground. When Shugo finally realized what was going on he began to charge forward in desperation. "No you don't", he shouted as the Elf picked up his dragonspear. Before Shugo could get to the elf a snowman appeared in front of him. It's snowy arms blocked Shugo's path and made it impossible for him to aid Luna.
In her frenzy charge Luna rushed in straight for the Elf. A snow man rushed forward in it's attempt to block her path, but her bulky body proved to be the stronger. Knocking the creature aside it rushed forward to assault the Elf with the full might of its maw, only to have it's assault cut short by a sudden painful stab straight into her heart. The Dragonspear, Shugo's favorite weapon, was stretched out before the elf. It's tip pieced straight though her scales and plunged itself into her heart. The ancient metal began to do its word spreading poison throughout the Wyvern's entire body. Luna snapped her jaws in definace once, and then fell over into the snow lifeless.
The snowman rushed forward toward the rider thinking it was going to have a easy victory. Shugo had no weapon and no wyvern to protect him. The beast was sure that it's victory would be swift. However it soon discovered that a cornered rat will bite back. As it stretched out toward Shugo the young boy charged forward. At full speed he jumped off the ground with his shield held out in front of him. The magical surface slammed into the snow man's body breaking him apart. Shugo's own weight provided the power. As the snowman attempted to reform Shugo slammed the edge of his shield into the center of it's head. The rest of the snow crumbled and fell lifeless to the ground. Quickly he turned around to see if Luna was alright, but all he was meet with was the sight of his beloved wyvern lying on the snow surrounded by a sea of red.
"Luna", she shouted as he charged in. His heart was filled with hatred and his furry unmatched. The Elf had pulled out Shugo's spear from the corpse and turned to meet it's enraged foe. Blood had been spilled between them now. Shugo would have the Elf's life even it it was the last thing he ever did in this world. It would pay for taking away his beloved Luna.
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Post by Chelsea Dagger on Dec 6, 2016 13:12:57 GMT -6
The muffled clopping sound of a horse could be heard around the arena as the redhead slowly entered the fray. The sight in front of her was quite something. Snow creatures running around, little imps seemingly guiding their movements, some creature flying around taking everything in as well. This might be the most bizarre thing Chelsea had ever laid her eyes on. There were already a number of other fighters here, taking on the various enemies that were running about. She didn't recognize most of them, though one did stand out to her. There was no mistaking the green hair of Selibas. Well, that was something at least.
The girl's eyes scanned the crowd, looking around at the other fighters. There was a cute blue haired girl casting magic, but none of the others really stood out to her. Not that it mattered, initial thoughts could only go so far. That much she had learned in her travels, the ones that made the biggest differences might not always stand out from the crowd. Her eyes turned to the creatures that were attacking everyone. The men made of snow. From what she could see, they could withstand a number of hits to the body but a hit to the head seemed to put them down.
As her eyes wandered, Chelsea watched as Selibas took on a number of the small imps. As always, he could handle his own. However, another one of the snow creatures had moved up behind him as his eyes too began to wander around the arena. In one fluid motion, the ranger drew an arrow and let it fly, going just over the Little Wolf's shoulder and straight through the creature's head. Nudging Spirit, Chelsea moved forward towards the man. "What would you do without me watching your back?" A small smirk grew on her face as she readied another arrow.
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Bryn
Shaman
Posts: 22
Affinity: Ice
Profile: Bryn
OoC Alias: Amauros
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Post by Bryn on Dec 6, 2016 19:48:34 GMT -6
For the moment the area around Bryn was calm. In the distance he could see a squad of people flanking a hulking snow creature. The eyes melted away away in an expert display of precise spellcasting the numerous small wounds in it's snowy exterior didn't seem to daunt it, and even now Bryn could see diminutive creatures crawling on top of it attempting to repair the fragile snow, being buffeted by blades of wind summoned by a swordsman at it's feet.
Nearer the center, a formation was beginning to take shape as a magician far stronger than he began an in-depth ritual casting of some sort. He heard the call to defend her and began slowly hobbling towards the group around her. That seemed like the safest location to be at the moment, despite the attention such a spell could draw to them.
As Bryn drew closer to the group his eyes caught a muscled man roaring in good-humor smashing through every obstacle that came his way. He felt his spirits lift unroarously at the sight. These snowmen and their twisted little comrades may be unnerving, but with men like that on their side surely they had a fighting chance. The light of that valorous axe still in his eyes, Bryn was shocked out of his contemplation by a scream of grief and fury.
"Luna!"
Bryn pivoted now started hopping over slowly growing snow dunes with his bum leg in an attempt to aid whoever had been injured. Now wasn't the time to be cowering in the middle of a group! There were lives on the line!
Numbly staggering over to a white steaming pile of scales Bryn pulled up short, taking a few seconds to process that this large lump on the ground was a simple wyvern and not some new snow-made threat. A small boy in crimson armor charged a gleefully cackling elf, a long and intricate spear readied in it's waiting hands.
"Boy, fall back! We need to-"
Even as concerned as he was, Bryn noticed a snowman gliding through the snow in the giant wake of the dead wyvern. He didn't have time to deal with that thing! Bryn muttered briefly under his breath and made a grasping motion with his hand as small dark orbs of energy gathered around the base of the snowman and then shot inward before detonating, destroying the base of the creature and making it topple before it could get any closer to the situation. Frantically turning back to the enraged boy and the elf he held his hand up again and summoned his powers as quickly as he was able.
A small orb about the size of a marble sprung into existence. Except this time instead of a crippling blow he focused on the spearhead of the weapon the elf carried. The dark ball pulsed briefly and as it exploded the kinetic energy of the blast raised the tip two or three feet higher in the air. He couldn't kill the infernal creature in time, but perhaps he could save the rider from impaling himself and following his wyvern into the grave.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Dec 11, 2016 16:37:26 GMT -6
The boy didn't listen. Of course he didn't, why would he. If he died, Selibas would still feel guilt, but at least he'd tried. For what it was worth, the Sacaen boy didn't shoot into the melee. That was something that Selibas couldn't forgive. No archer he'd ever met could avoid hitting their allies every time they shot anywhere near them, and it wasn't worth the risk to attempt.
As he continued to survey the battlefield, an arrow whizzed over his shoulder. He spun on his hips as quick as his armor allowed, and saw that resting in the snow was one of the little fiends, his head bleeding the same brown blood as the others. As quickly as the short khan had turned back, he looked forward and saw Chelsea.
He grinned at her, but in his mind he felt like screaming. She could have killed him as easily as that elf. "Without you? I'd be a lot less stressed an' a lot less mobile." The Little Wolf didn't even question why she was there, how she'd got there or found him. He simply hurried to her side and then began to survey the field again.
He saw the group of fighters doing battle with the largest of the men of snow. It would not be an easy fight, it would likely take a large amount of time and a lot out of them. Still, hopefully they could manage. He saw a thick man with an axe hiolding his own, and saw a Magi who looked inexperienced compared to the green haired woman trying to assist a little boy. "Chelsea, do me a favor and cover that man with the axe. I'll go make sure nothin' kills that kid." With that, he was sprinting off, Curtana in his right hand.
Before he could reach the boy and Magi however, something dinged against his Wolfhead helmet, causing him to falter and raising a bruise on his scalp. Selibas turned, and saw an elf that looked older than the others, with a dastardly goatee curling on his chin, holding a candy cane that was far longer than those carried by the rest of the elves. He grinned a wicked little look up at the Wolf, and slipped the sling which had sent what Selibas now saw was a peppermint that had hit his helm. The little thing rushed at him with frightening speed.
Selibas was only lifting Curtana up to send a blast of light at the little thing but it was already leaping towards his face. The Wolf barely managed to bring his sword of Dawn up when- 'Selibas th-' The second the Candy cane touched the light of Curtana, the voice of Huringren went out, and the sword's light followed. Selibas cried out in pain as the candy cane dug into his shoulder, luckily stopped by bone before any lethal damage was done.
The elf kicked off the Khan's breastplate, and wrenched the dagger from his flesh. As it danced away to safety, Selibas rammed his magical sword into its sheathe. It could cut magic? So could he. With his left arm, Selibas pulled Shahlizen from its curved sheathe, and set his feet and stance to be more like a plain's swordsman. He would fight this trickster on its terms.
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Post by Mila on Dec 16, 2016 20:09:03 GMT -6
While the fighters went to work on covering her butt she went to work and trying to keep everyone else's safe. Mila focused and channeled her body, mind, and spirit into the element of the earth around her. She glanced around at the world around her. Carefully calculating whom was what and where. She knew that the humans and two taguel were on one end of the arena. And the abomination and his imps were on the other end of the arena. The big red demon man remained unscathed. Which was good. It meant that no one was foolish enough to come charging at the red murderous thing. This meant that there was space for her to work with.
The snow laden earth started to respond to her movements. Oh, oh, this was going to be one heck of a spell she was planning to do. She knew she wasn't going to move afterwards. She was going to be a useless sack of flesh for a while. She knew she was going to be curled up unto a ball in the snow afterwards. But this.. this was going to be well worth it. She closed her eyes and visualized what she wanted to do. She could feel it. She could feel it in her bones in her veins.. the steady pulsating rhythm of the spirits around her. The spirits of the earth. The spirits of Gaea's children. Yes, she could sense it.. all over this place. This human made construct of rock and stone. The ground beneath them was dirt.. the purest form of earth. Life giver to plants. She could see it in her mind, the fault line she wanted to make.
Her hands moved. Slowly at first. She placed her index finger on the tip of her thumb, held her hands close together, and then slowly moved them apart. The earth responded. About ten feet away from the group of human and taguel fighters a line was drawn in the earth. It was a long line. One that stretched from one end of the arena to the other. There were gaps in between these lines. About 3-4 feet in width. These gaps.. would be the safe path. The path for the people to walk upon and reach the monster in safety. Mostly.
She brought her hands back together again. Then she pushed forward. New intersecting lines were drawn across the snow. About five feet forwards in the direction of the man with the red suit. This was the distance that the trap would be. If the monsters wanted to cross they would have to jump that distance. Or risk being funneled through the safe path into a wave of metal weapons. These lines were just the precursor to what she wanted to do. Outlines to a greater work of art. She crouched down now and prepared herself for the hardest part. Her hands met the cold ground and she pumped her soul into it. Her spirit. Her energy. Her magic. The earth clumped up onto her legs and engulfed a small portion of her legs. She was "rooted" to the ground.
The ground started to quake. The lines in dirt she drew multiplied into a grid like pattern. She opened her eyes and started to "lift" something above her. The grid pattern of earth she laid out started to lift itself. Her eyes were glowing a faint green to them. Her body was starting to sweat. This task was hard. The earth clods crumbled into smaller bits and sunk down into ground. Mila moved her arms as if she was trying to flatten something with her palm. And then scoop out something from the air. A chasm about ten feet deep had appeared in-between her initial lines. But she wasn't done yet. As she got up she moved her arms and hands. She visualized spikes. And her hand movements manipulated the earth into creating spikes of hardened stone inside the chasm. Hundreds of palm sized razor sharp spikes of harden stone littered the bottom of the man made chasm. The safe paths she made were un-phased by the change in the earth. A few more gestures with her hands and she raised small walls of stone at the edge of the heroes side of the chasm. Wall mounds that were three feet high and three feet across. These provided some cover for the heroes should the imps use arrows. The walls were sturdy and could take a volley before crumbling.
She would not see the creation she had made. At least not yet. Her body had given out the moment the spike pit had been made. The earth released her feet as she fell to the ground. She was alive but needed rest. She felt like she needed to sleep for at least a year to recuperate a fraction of the energy she just spent.
The chasm of death divided the fighters. Horrible imps and snow men on one side. Fighters on the other. If monsters wanted to reach them they would have to successfully jump across the gap. In the jump they risk getting shot at with arrows out blown away by magic or what not. Or they'd have to cross through the paths provided. Weapons could be thrown into the pit to deter the little imps from picking them up and using them against the heroes. Bodies too. She doubted the snow men could successfully walk through the spike pit unscathed.
OOC- Mila will be unconscious for the next two posting rounds.
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Post by Gar on Dec 17, 2016 6:47:03 GMT -6
Gar heard a scream. It appeared the heroes had suffered their first casualty of the day. Apparently, a certain person named Luna had fallen. It was only a matter of time when faced with enemy numbers such as these. It was overwhelming. Gar was positioned on his own for the most part. He wasn’t close enough to protect the sage after she requested it, but it seemed that enough of the other heroes fell into place by her side.
Gar was being pushed back by the increasing number of snowmen. He simply couldn’t destroy them quickly enough to make any progress toward the cold creatures who were constantly creating them. He needed more firepower, an assist of some sort. Gar took a swipe at a nearby snow creature, removing the top two thirds from the lowest third. He opened his mouth to request back up from another hero. “If any of you got a free hand, I could sure use it over here.” Gar could hold his own alone here, but he was starting to worry about how long this was taking. Aside from the increasing number snowmen being created, who knew what other plans the corrupt man in red had? The berserker would rather not wait to find out.
Gar felt a scraping on his boot. He glanced down to find the remaining two thirds of the recently cut snowman. It was still active. Gar withdrew his boot from the out stretched branch of the creature. It was curious that the creature was crawling. Shouldn’t it have been able to slide on the second sphere as it did on the third? No matter, Gar raised June into the air and prepared to cut down with all the strength his glowing arms provided.
At least that was the plan before the earth began to rumble and crack below his boots. Gar stumbled and almost took a nosedive into the snow. The ground was torn asunder, opening a fissure between the heroes and the corrupt creatures. The crippled snowman at Gar’s ankles started to slide backward into the pit. It stabbed a branch through the snow to impede its fall. A quick kick from the berserker’s boot sent the creature along its way into the pit. Gar rose his head to survey his new landscape. There were a few paths across the cracked ground.
Gar grinned. He had seen situations like this before. The paths were essentially boarding planks between ships and the deep fissure was analogous to the drink below. Gar set his feet firmly on the heroes’ side of one of the paths. He planned on defending this position until he saw other people pushing up the other lanes. At that time he would push forward as well, launching a counter assault on the cursed sleigh.
In time, snowmen began to funnel toward him. The numbers didn’t matter here. Only one could face him at a time and in their mindless approach, some even slipped into the pit. The first snowman was met with the flat of Gar’s holy axe. The sphere it used for a head was knocked clean off the other two. The sphere flew across the arena, while the body crumpled into a pile of snow at his feet. No snowmen would be getting past him.
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Fargus
Hunter
When life chooses to give you lemons, you shoot arrows at your lemons...
Posts: 31
Profession: Mercenary bowman
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: jjmyers0199
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Post by Fargus on Dec 18, 2016 19:01:51 GMT -6
Fargus looked back at the sage whom has now collapsed. He nocked an arrow on his bow and looked forward. Guess it's my job to protect her for as long as I can, best make sure neither I nor her get killed thenFargus thought. He looked back at the chaos that followed after the sages spell. "Wow...who knew that magic was capable of changing even the terrain" he said out loud.
Fargus looked ahead and spotted an elf staring straight at him. The elf built some sort of snowman, but not like the ones that Fargus and the other heroes took down. The snow figure looked exactly like Fargus! "What-what is this?" Fargus sputtered out just as the snow figures eye then opened with a red glow coming from it. The snow figure picked up a bow that looked to be made of ice and nocked a frozen arrow on it. The snow clone then pointed the arrow at Fargus and fired. The arrow fell just before Fargus, but it was enough to make Fargus jump slightly. The elf that built the snow figure chuckled lightly and ran off in the opposite direction, building more ice figures that looked like Fargus.
"Trying to impersonate me? How cold...figuratively and literally. I'll just have to show you that the real deal is better!" Fargus yelled out as he hastily fired an arrow at the snow figure. The arrow soared over it as the snow figure nocked another arrow. This time, it aimed right at the unconscious sage. The figure fired at the sage, but it hit Fargus as he got hit in the shoulder by diving in the way of the shot.
Fargus clutched his shoulder in pain as he looked around to see if there was anyone nearby to help him protect the unconscious sage. "I....I will not give up..." Fargus muttered as he then quickly looked in the direction of the sleigh with a glare. Thats it! If I can somehow get in range of the one that's in the sleigh, I might be able to attempt a shot at him, but I still need to protect the sage here... Fargus thought. He then quickly looked back at the snow figure as it then nocked another arrow and this time pointed it at a green haired hero that was nearby. Fargus looked over and quickly yelled out "Watch your back!" as he fired another arrow that missed the snow clone of him.
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Post by Chelsea Dagger on Dec 18, 2016 20:55:23 GMT -6
Chelsea fought the urge to roll her eyes at Selibas. Had he not learned by this point that she didn't miss shots like that? If anything, she made his life less stressful, but that was an argument for another time. When he asked her to cover the guy with the ax, she nodded. "Will do. Try not to get yourself killed out there." Digging her boots into Spirit, the redhead made her way across the arena towards the man. As she rode, she heard him call out for assistance. In an instant, Chelsea fired off two arrows and took down two snowmen that were moving towards the man. Thankfully, the snowmen didn't seem to keen on moving out of the way of attacks.
Pulling up next to the man, Chelsea was about to speak when one of the mages tore open the ground. Spirit didn't take too kindly to that, but she was able to calm her horse down before she did anything stupid. She looked over just in time to see the mage pass out. Huh, she was a cutie, too. Making a mental note to check in with her later, she looked down towards the ax-man with a smirk. "How's two free hands work for ya?"
As she looked over the scene in front of her, it was obvious that the mage had given them a nice advantage. By making the bridges over the crack she just made, it forced their enemies into a single file line if they wished to launch an attack. She watched as some indeed did start to attack, only to be met with the ax of her fellow fighter. Taking up a position off to his side to get a better view of the bridge, Chelsea began to target the snowmen lined up on the other side. The ax fighter was holding his own for now, but if he became overwhelmed, it would be easy for her to turn back to assist him.
Before she got off too many shots, however, she heard a voice yell from somewhere behind her. She turned just in time to see a boy fire an arrow at another of the snowmen, only to miss. Swearing to herself, Chelsea glared at the boy. "Hey! Watch where you're shooting! You don't shoot anywhere near allies unless you're one hundred percent sure you will make the shot!" Shaking her head, she turned her attention back towards the bridge.
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Leiva
Novice
I won't always be bad, so I won't stop 'till I stand by as your equal, okay?
Posts: 53
Profession: Apprentice Thief
Affiliation: None
Profile: Leiva's Profile
OoC Alias: Jo
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Post by Leiva on Dec 18, 2016 23:26:29 GMT -6
The first thing that Leiva realized as she was unceremoniously dumped into the snow by some sort of ethereal force careening through the sky was that it was cold. Extremely cold. Leiva slung a colorful array of curses up at whatever had dropped her into the snow as she stood up and brushed the precipitate off of her cloak, hugging herself and shivering as she observed the battlefield that lay before her. The second realization that hit the novice was that this was an embarrassingly chaotic situation to be in. On one hand, there were several people who she didn't recognize; what looked to be a couple of sages, a kid who looked just a bit older than her firing arrows at a snowy doppelganger of himself, and what looked to be a nomad galloping across the field and filling the festive monstrosities with more arrows than she could count on her fingers in even less time. There also appeared to be a couple of armored warriors, one with white hair, one green, but from afar Leiva could not discern their exact fighting styles. And, among all of these newcomers, the would-be thief spotted her mentor. Ryu. The girl rubbed her temples and groaned in exasperation, already resigned to the fact that this must be some sort of exhaustion-induced delirious fever dream. That was the only possible explanation. She had never seen any of these people before in her entire life. And yet, somehow, this dream seemed... real. Terrifyingly real. The impact of arrows into the foreheads of the impish little gremlin elves seemed real and weighted, and every torso cleaved and throat slit sprayed with blood, unceremoniously tainting the pure white landscape. Leiva shuddered, and she wasn't sure if it was from the presence of such violence or just from the sheer cold. She turned her eyes up to the sky to see... something flying around the darkened, weighted clouds, laughter booming psychotically. This being appeared to be the source of the creepy little elf things, as he threw something down into the snow from which the elves sprouted. As the novice watched the thing circle the dark skies, her eyes were drawn to what appeared to be its hand, clutching another of the things. She watched as it rose and came down, throwing another of the strange candy-like things down at Leiva's feet. She started back and instinctively rose her sword, gulping and leveling it at the small hole in the snow that contained the candy. Leiva watched as the elf sprouted up from the tiny orifice, the goblin-like creature wringing its hands in a sinister manner before pulling a dagger from its kilt and stepping toward the novice menacingly. Leiva stepped back in tandem, swallowing hard again, hearing the agonizing sound of her voice cracking as she spoke to the elf. "I-I'll hurt you. Don't think I won't! You're gonna die if you come at me!" While Leiva's words were certainly threatening, her overall demeanor betrayed the actual content of her diction, her eyes wide, cold sweat beading at her brow. The elf seemed to recognize this and cackled gleefully as it lunged forward with more speed than the would-be thief expected, her yelping more noisily than she would've liked and steeling her grip on her blade, her elbows giving way slightly as the elf's dagger clashed with hers, the thing's dark eyes loaded with a certain sadistic hunger, staring into Leiva's eyes for a long moment before leaping back and letting the novice pitch forward with the force she used to match the elf's strike having nothing to be exerted against. She stepped forward clumsily and quickly righted her blade as the elf came at her again, going for a quick stab at the torso. This time, however, Leiva was ready, and feinted to the elf's left as his blade found nothing but air to pierce, the novice stepping quickly past and delivering a weak horizontal cut just across the elf's flank as she took up her initial battle stance again behind the creature. He whirled around, enraged, and seemed to lose and sense of tact he had once had, opting to pounce on Leiva and drive his blade into her throat in a ravenous, uncoordinated manner. Fortunately for the novice, he had not taken her blade into account, and she thrust it up into the elf's chest as he leaped upon her, feeling the creature's warm blood splatter against her cold skin, seeping into the blue fabric of her cloak and tainting it. She shuddered at the feeling. The elf fell forward into the snow like a sack of potatoes dropping into the mud, taking Leiva's blade with him, much to her own chagrin. The novice sighed in shaky relief, reluctantly kicking the elf onto his side and retrieving her blade, cringing at the noise of the blade rending more flesh as it slid forth from the creature's body. Unfortunately, not all was well; a few more elves had sprouted up while she was occupied. At least three. Leiva assessed the situation quickly and made a decision, sheathing her sword and turning around quickly, sprinting further into the arena. Maybe if she got closer the other warriors, she would have safety in numbers. She had almost no doubt that she was one of the weakest warriors in this arena. The elves followed closely behind however, whooping and hollering as children on Christmas Day would at the sight of presents under the trees. They threw snowballs, ice blocks, weapons, knives...? Knives, seriously? Leiva grunted in exasperation and picked up the pace, though her lungs were already ragged with exhaustion from the previous skirmish. She only hoped that once she reached the center of the arena, somebody would help her take these creatures down.
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Post by Vincent on Dec 19, 2016 1:02:41 GMT -6
Vincent had turned his back on 'Frosty'. Had he overestimated the capabilities of his blade? Had he overestimated the capabilities of his allies? No, he underestimated his enemies. Despite hounding the monstrous snow beast it still stood and it was not particularly happy with him.
As he focused his attention toward the nasty little elves a shadow began to loom over him. He was far too slow to react as he repelled a candy blade from reaching him or his allies and a trunk-like arm came swiping across his flank. Hurled from his feet unexpectedly he tumbled through the snow rolling again and again. By the time he stopped he was likely a good ten or more feet away.
"Gah!" It was about the only sound he could let out as it rained frosty breath all about him. He felt threatened, as though he would be consumed and frozen alive. He was so familiar with dark magic but the elements? Let alone any this powerful, far from it. It was then he heard a voice.
'Come now Boy! Your will burns far hotter than this!'
"Right!" His body shaking and his skin turning blue he looked past 'Frosty' and at Mila. Her feats of magic were incredible and would stem the flow of enemies, however, it took its toll and she fell to the ground, exposed, easy to strike down. Ryu was there, but Vincent would not be satisfied with only that. "Come on Ice Man! My fire or your ice!? Which is it!?" Igniting his blade he drew all of the towering beast's attention. As its trunk-like arm swung once more Phoenix Heart shone like a beacon for a brief moment as Vincent clashed with it cutting through the monster's arm and destroying it. With another step forward he unleashed another blast of the magic at the creature's second arm. Striking at the 'shoulder' it dissolved the body there dropping the arm down with a snow tossing crash.
"You're still standing? Tough little beast." It was recoiling however and that gave him time. Rushing past the creature before it could block his way he moved to Mila's side. Sheathing his lancereaver he looked to the others, "I'll keep her out of the way for now. Just help me take this blasted thing down! Seems like holy fire isn't enough." Not enough no, but it was rather ruined with a body that was lopsided. Half its face was in its stomach now.
With one arm Vincent scooped up the mage, she was surprisingly light to him. "Ryu, Cover me." He had to see the beast dealt with else he'd never get to pull Mila off the field. It was... a vicarious state to be in.
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Shugo
Wyvern Rider
RETIRED
The world is a dark and lonely place. That is why it is our duty to bring some light to the world.
Posts: 271
Profession: Kid
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Shugo on Dec 19, 2016 4:27:06 GMT -6
"You will pay for that! You will all pay", shouted Shugo as he rushed toward the elf with nothing but his shield. His eyes were filled with tears and his mind blurred by the sudden lost of his loyal Wyvern companion. The young lad was not even thinking straight at this point. It would have been wiser to pull back and try to gain help from somebody else or at least try to find another weapon. However for Shugo this was completely personal now. Originally Shugo jumped into this fight for justice sake. Now he was fighting for vengeance alone. It was a subtle paradigm shift, but a important one in the mind of the young rider ... well use to be rider.
Ash Shugo charged in, blinded by his own grief and rage, the elf prepared to skewer him with his own spear. The creature did not simply hold the dragon spear out though. It knew better than that. Shugo was young, really young for a warrior, but he was still that a warrior. He was not a blind beast. Such a tactic would not work. Shugo would simply bat the spear away and rush in, thought the elf could not help but wonder what he could do with nothing but a shield. Still the fowl beast enjoyed the scene playing out before it. It hopped around with a sinister joy at the sight of Shugo Charge, it would soon gain another kill.
As Shugo came in striking distance of the dragonspear everything escalated quickly. Shugo placed both hands on his shield and held it out in front of him. The Elf, pretty much reading his plan, attacked with the spear towards the top of Shugo's shield. The beast planned to use both hands and its unnatural strength to gain victory in this battle. Its spear tip would chip the top of the shield and piece straight though the center of the young warriors face. The fight would be over in a single blow, or at least what it thought. As the elf stabbed forward with Shugo's spear a globe of darkness suddenly appeared. It slammed into the tip of the spear redirecting its angle high by a few inches, a few inches to high.
"Tempus", shouted Shugo! The word just slipped out of his mouth. It meant nothing to him, but he had heard it somewhere before. It was quite the famous battle line and as the situation shifted on the battlefield to his advantage the word seemed to just flow out of Shugo's mouth. The young rider rushed inside of the Elf's guard. Using the edge of his shield Shugo knocked the spear tip further away and left the elf wide open. The shocked expression on the creatures face was soon followed by a sea of blood. With all of his rage and anger Shugo slammed the edge of his spear straight into the nose of the Elf. The creature fell to the snow with a single blow, far from dead, but defiantly in pain.
"aonvoqnioajijvier", Shugo had no idea what the elf had just staid, but he was sure it was not nice. The creature fell backwards and landed into the snow. The young rider however was not going to let his opportunity go. Shugo moved to mount the elf. If he could get his body weight on the creature he could slam his shield home till the beast stop twitching. However the Elf knew that as much as Shugo did. As the boy stepped forward the Elf gave his a strong kick to the chest. The blow knocked Shugo down and sent him falling back into the white snow. The creature then struggled to get back onto it's own feet, but a snow ball to the eyes both caught it off guard and blinded it's vision.
"anosfuneref", the elf said something else as it whipped the snow form it's face. Shugo had no idea what it actually said, but he knew it was not nice. As the creature removed the frozen water form its eyes it noticed the rider had already recovered. Shugo rushed in with his shield at the ready. The Elf's first reaction was to use Shugo's dragonspear, but alas Shugo was too close. The creature pulled back to try to get a stab, but Shugo was already on the inside. With a quick jab to the left Shugo knocked the weapon clear and gave himself a single moment to strike. Taking the edge of his shield Shugo jammed the weapon down onto the Elf's knee. The attack caused the creature to buckle. Just what Shugo wanted. Following up on his next attack Shugo slammed the shield against the side of the Elf's face. The blow caused the Elf to become dazed as it's body fell back into the white. Snow.
The creature looked up as it's head began to spin. Suddenly two lavender eyes appeared before the elf. Shugo, the rider who mount the beast had slain, was standing above it. Quickly the creature motioned its weapon arm to strike Shugo with his own spear. However that option was shut down quickly as Shugo slammed his boot down onto the creature's biceps. The force battered the creatures arm back down pinning it into the snow. The creature then decided that it needed another weapon and moved it's free hand to try to pull a dagger out of it's boot. However that plan was also shut down as Shugo slammed the edge of his shield down onto the creature's face. A wave of dizziness filled the elf mind from the impact. Not missing a beat Shugo grabbed his spear from the weakened beast hand.
"This is for Luna", spoke Shugo in a cold and calm voice. The fires of rage burned deep inside of his lavender eyes. With all of his strength Shugo brought his spear tip down onto the neck of the foul beast. The snow began to turn a blood crimson as the life blood flowed from the creatures body. Shugo's face however did not change. He simply stared into the eyes of the elf as it made its descent back to whatever hell hole its soul had come from. "I hate peach cobbler", spoke Shugo. It was the only words that came out of his mouth. With a strong stump Shugo slammed his boot down onto the head of the creature and looked back toward the battlefield.
The battlefield was never a place for one to stop paying attention. Shugo himself should have known that far better than anyone else. However he was still young and vengeance had taken over his heart. As Shugo turned to face the direction his enemy came from the young boy was meet with the sight of a arrow. The arrow was poised to take the young warrior out of the world, but the power of his magical shield deflected the bolt toward the side. Shugo, still shocked from the sudden attack, did not notice the snow man sliding though the snow toward him. The creature rushed up and slammed it's shoulder into the body knocking him down to the ground.
With a great roar the snowman began to release a cold blast of winter magic toward the vulnerable warrior. Its breath poised to freeze the lifeblood of the young rider. However salvation came in the most unexpected manner for Shugo. Suddenly the earth began to shake and quiver like a a earth quake. The ground suddenly ripped apart. A Chasam appeared on the battlefield as magic began to do its work. That Chasm claimed the life of the Snow man as it ripped the creature right down the middle sending the fluffy snow tumbling towards its bottom.
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