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Post by Clair Feldsky on Nov 6, 2012 17:14:48 GMT -6
Clair watched the match drag on. Neither side could show a clear dominance over the other. They both continued fighting, becoming exhausted. Whitebeard wasn't doing well, but it was becoming obvious that Perrin wasn't able to keep up his performance adequately. It would continue like this until one was unable to continue, or one yielded. She wondered whether they would even recall the yield here.
For her, the battle would only get worse. These matches between melee an magic rarely kept their form, instead turning into a slugging match to see who lasted the longest under the pummeling. Did the melee fighter close the distance, or did the magic blast them from a distance. Clair left the edge of the arena. The fight would only last a few more minutes, and she'd learn how they fared then. There wasn't anything else to do, and she didn't really feel like watching Whitebeard cut the life out of someone else if it came to that.
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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 10, 2012 19:35:22 GMT -6
Perrin was shocked. He can still run? He thought to himself. He exerted some force onto his orb to change its direction but not without a large amount of concentration. He felt fatigued and slightly dizzy, and the roaring, ranting crowd did not help. But the orb still sped toward Aurek, who was also sprinting towards Perrin, who was backing up. He smacked up against something: the arena wall. Perrin just managed to quell the fear that sprouted in his gut. He would have to do something to slow down Aurek, just in case his sphere didn't pull through.
He moved slightly along the wall so that he was not lined up with Aurek, but just slightly. He opened his book to the very first page of spells, and kept his hand extended. My arm is becoming tired ... Perrin thought with unease. He gazed at a spot in front of him, where Aurek was going to pass very soon, and began to incant the spell he picked out. He could no longer hear the crowd, all his concentration was centered on his magic and his enemy's movements.
Just as Aurek Whitebeard came to the spot he focused on, the air exploded into hundreds of tiny stars and a flash of light that would have blinded its caster had he not closed his eyes. His sphere of light continued to move toward Aurek. I hope this works out ... so exhausted ... Perrin thought wearily.
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Aurek
Soldier
I hate the undead just a little more than I hate the living.
Posts: 122
Profession: Santa
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Post by Aurek on Nov 10, 2012 21:53:40 GMT -6
Almost there... Aurek revealed a wolfish grin. The magic user had obviously tried to reverse his orb in time. The strain was evident on his face. Aurek reached out his hand, touching the man's shoulder. [Yellow]"You're mi-"[/Yellow] A blinding flash of light appeared in front of him, interrupting his victory. There was nothing he could do to stop it. His eyes felt as if they had been burned out of his skull. The shock was too great for him to even scream. He stood there as if he was a statue. The original orb smashed into his back, sending him right into the wall next to Perrin. It doesn't hurt. Is this how it feels to die? Odd. Unbeknownst to Aurek, his back was smouldering and blood was flowing from his broken nose. He still stood, face directly in the wall, legs locked. He remembered his original purpose for coming to the arena. So I actually do get to go to the infirmary. Only I'm going there as a dead man. Finally, his muscles relaxed, and he fell to the ground. In his head, Aurek could definitely feel the sensation of falling, but he never felt the hardness of hitting the ground.
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[Yellow]"Oh, my head!"[/Yellow] What had happened? I was falling and then... why is it so soft? Aurek wondered. Everything was very dark.
[Pink]"So, the dead finally awake? You're lucky that monk fellow didn't kill you."[/Pink] Some man was checking bandages somewhere on Aurek's body. He couldn't quite feel anything correctly. In fact, everything was quite numb although random places were starting to ache. The man pushed on him, [Pink]"Don't try to get up, stupid. I might have to use stronger magic than that acolyte did. And look where that got you."[/Pink] There was a sharp intake of breath. [Pink]"I... I'm sorry. That was rude of me."[/Pink]
[Yellow]"What... what do you mean?"[/Yellow] All feeling had returned to Aurek, yet it was still dark. He brought his hands up to his eyes, feeling the bandages. [Yellow]"What is this? Get these off me!"[/Yellow] he fairly screamed. It was an odd sight, seeing an aged man acting like a child.
Something hit Aurek in the head. [Pink]"Calm down. We've healed your body, but your eyesight seems to have been ruined. We... we couldn't do anything."[/Pink] The man sounded dejected. He was probably very proud of his healing ability.
Aurek wasn't letting him off though. [Yellow]"Stupid healer. I'm not dead, yet you couldn't heal me? Pathetic."[/Yellow] He raised himself up once more as he spike and swung his legs off the bed. The man grabbed his shirt.
[Pink]"Watch your tone, old man.[/Pink] The healer had grabbed Aurek's shirt and leaned in close. [Pink]"Nothing said we had to save you. Be thankful."[/Pink] Aurek brushed the man's hand off his shirt and stood up. His balance was off, and he nearly fell over. The healer grabbed hold of Aurek to steady him.
[Yellow]"Don't touch me."[/Yellow] he growled. [Yellow]"I can do this on my own."[/Yellow] He felt the man slowly let go. [Yellow]"Now, where's my lance?"[/Yellow] He held out his hand expectantly.
The noise came from a distance away. [Pink]"Find it yourself, you selfish old man.[/Pink] A door closed, and Aurek seemed to have been left to his own devices.
I'm not that old. Leaning over 'til his hand touched the edge of the bed, he began moving toward what he hoped was the foot. Instead, he walked right into a wall. Cursing loudly, Aurek turned around slowly and began walking the other direction. When he reached the end, his foot hit something. Bending over, he reached into the void and grabbed... well he wasn't sure. It didn't feel like his lance. He slowly lowered himself to a sitting position and used both hands to rove over the object. It was entirely different having to use touch to distinguish an object rather than sight. It's my... armor? Slowly, he began reaching around until he assembled most of his equipment. All except his lance were accounted for, even his cloak was back. All his stuff felt foreign though, and some of the armor was cracked.
[Yellow]"Probably from hitting the wall,"[/Yellow] he muttered darkly. He put his equipment back on with no small amount of struggling. Reaching for the bed once more, he began a slow shuffle to the other side. He put his other hand out to stop himself from running into this wall and found his lance! Grabbing it tightly, he leaned upon it once more. Everything felt right once more. He heaved a sigh of relief. Suddenly, there was a slow clapping sound. Aurek's head snapped in that direction.
[Black]"Well done."[/Black] There were sounds of footsteps approaching. [Black]"I'd thought you were never going to finish. Most tedious to watch."[/Black] A hand was placed on Aurek's shoulder. [Black]"Now come with me. Bad things are going to happen, and you needn't be around for them."[/Black] Before he could resist, several strong hands grabbed him and forcibly carried him away.
[Yellow]"Where are you taking me?!"[/Yellow] Aurek shouted.
A gag was placed over Aurek's mouth, and a dry laugh followed. [Black]"Who knows."[/Black] No more was said, and Aurek was left to his thoughts. The group disappeared from the city.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Nov 11, 2012 8:29:17 GMT -6
There was a raucous roar before it slowly faded, replaced by a quiet buzzing filtering through the crowds. They'd gotten their satisfaction out of this fight, is seemed. Clair looked down towards the wings of the entrance and saw the healers getting ready. They had the stretchers out for this one. The falcoknight wasn't surprised. Neither combatant had been giving an inch before. There was no reason for them to start after she left.
She found herself drawn back to the edge of the arena after a few minutes, watching to see the outcome. What she saw did surprise her a bit. Aurek on the ground, badly injured. That she wasn't overly surprised with. The old man had entered this match already tired she expected. Perrin was also nearly spent though,from what she could see. Granted, that wasn't much. He had a couple of healers looking after him while the others worked on getting Whitebeard off the grounds. She couldn't actually tell fully what shape Perrin was in.
She sighed, continuing to watch the proceedings from a slightly more isolated area now that they were over. Dead or alive? What had come of this match? What was Perrin's disposition, anyway? She'd pegged him as less bloody than his opponent due to his robes and magic, but she ought to know better than to rely on that. Would she actually favor Perrin over Aurek if it came down to it...?
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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 11, 2012 18:00:20 GMT -6
The dark pupil was dissapointed that Whitebeard lost, although the sport of it was good, the two of them barely holding through the round. He now just had to see who would mash this acolyte's face in for the next round, which he could always appreciate.
With the round done, he could see the healers rush to the field, picking up Whitebeard's seared body and escorting Perrin out of the ring.
All around, there were plenty of well-armored attendees - warrior hopefuls or veterans looking on for sport. Synkkis wondered how long until the escalation of the rebellion would put a halt on these tournaments. Who here would die or survive when all was said and done?
His thoughts were broken with people pushing for the exit. A lull in the action meant food to eat or merchandise to purchase. He would have to go find out where he could make bets with the bit of free money he had.
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