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 Oct 21, 2012 19:38:41 GMT -6
OoC: Sorry I wasn't able to finish stuff in the interim.
BiC: As Aurek stood waiting his turn, he silently fumed. First, he couldn't find his cloak. Then he couldn't find the Lost Swordsman. After that, some girl tried to help but the Mad moron came over and interrupted. If the five minute warning hadn't happened, Aurek was certain he would have killed the man right there. That fun would have to wait though. At the moment, he was going to desecrate the dead body of whoever his opponent was.
[Red]"For this round, in the north end, we have the ruthless old man, Aurek Whitebeard!"[/Red] Aurek realized just how much he hated that name now. Then again, at that moment, as he entered the arena floor, he hated everything. Especially the sun that was shining into the arena. His eyes were extremely sensitive to direct light, and he desperately wished for his cloak back. He moved slowly into the arena, muscles still stiff from the previous fight. They were loosening up but still caused him pain. That entrance, plus having to squint due to the sunlight, made him appear from the underground as some vengeful force, bent on destroying anyone in his way. The crowds apparently loved it. As they cheered wildly, Aurek took his position, put his head down to avoid the light, and waited for whatever opponent was ill-fated to fight him that day.
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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 Oct 23, 2012 17:44:20 GMT -6
Perrin heard his name being called by the announcer as he stood in the shadow of the south corridor. So, he was fighting someone by the name Whitebeard. As Perrin stepped out onto the hard, sandy stage of the arena he suddenly remembered the fight against the Boar and Whitebeard. He had not payed much attention during the fight, but he remembered the elderly man crudely kicking the Boar and stabbing the him in the face. It was a gruesome fight and Whitebeard was gruesome man, but it would not end that way this round; Perrin was somewhat tired, but ready.
Whitebeard stood there in silence among the roaring crowd, his head bent slightly, but as Perrin entered the arena his face took on a new expression: pure hatred. Pink eyes? Perrin thought to himself as he pulled his book out of his robes, This is no ordinary man, however ancient. He could react with nothing but sadness and fear for the violent, strange man. Taking a chance, Perrin marked a random page in his tome with his finger.
"May your woebegone, tragic soul be saved someday, Aurek. " Perrin said with humility and no trace of fear. However, he was unsure if Whitebeard actually heard him.
In the next moment the announcer called, "Begin!"
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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 Oct 23, 2012 18:39:34 GMT -6
As he watched his opponent enter the field of battle, Aurek cursed, [Yellow]"Magic! Of all the opponents, it had to be magic!"[/Yellow] His muscles were tired but he immediately took off in a dead sprint, fairly certain he could make it to the monk without being attacked. It was a desperate attempt to take his opponent by surprise and end the battle quickly. Aurek's anger over everything that had happened helped spur him to greater speed, or at least greater speed than he probably would have had. It still wasn't anything impressive compared to the myriad of other fighters who had shown off their speed in the first round, but it was the best he could manage. His left arm was pumping madly, feet churning the sand beneath him as he hurtled toward his opponent with his lance point almost directly in front of him. He could hear his breathing loudly resounding throughout his entire body; however, his thoughts were only focused on one thing: I'm going to kill you, Perrin. I'm going to kill you.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Oct 23, 2012 20:18:10 GMT -6
Clair watched as the chains separating fighters from arena jangled softly. She couldn't hear over the brazen shouts of the announcer and the numerous cheers from the sweeping crowds, but that was alright. She wasn't hear for a the pingjng of the chain.... She was here for the air.
She turned her gaze to the fighters as the first entered. Aurek she remembered. There was no chance she could forget him. She'd seen combatants harmed today. Some critically. He had intentionally driven his lance through the face of his downed opponent though. The bearded old man had won enmity from here when he'd done that. Hopefully, he liked his prize.
The Devout Light hadn't won as much of her attention as Whitebeard had, but the falcoknight distinctly remembered not hating him. He'd even won a bit of favor. She chuckled a bit as she recalled how he'd actually deflected the attack with his book. Now she was worried for Perrin though. Whitebeard looked ready to make quick work of the fight, and another dead fighter could be the result....
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Post by Richter Abend on Oct 23, 2012 23:54:53 GMT -6
Ha! thought Richter to himself. The old man has bloodlust in his eye! The light mage better hope that book keeps its iron like hardness.
It was a gruesome thought, but seeing as thousands of people were gathered around a giant sand pit to watch fighters beat the tar out of each other, Richter hardly found it inappropriate. At the same time, Richter did feel a slight pang of a currently unnameable emotion as he played out the upcoming events in his head. The boar had been a foul brute of a man, and Richter really couldn't say he didn't deserve a spear to the face, but this mage seemed rather...soft. In fact, if he hadn't seen the last fight, the Ilian would be wondering what he was doing in this arena right now.
Though thinking about it now, however, Richter remembered that Etruria had a strong fondness for light magic, and he knew that, at least in Etruria, the "goodly holy man" was many times an act. Perhaps...this "Perrin the Devout Light" was working for the Prophet?
The Ilian leaned forward, now interested in the match for a whole different reason than he had a few seconds ago.
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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 Oct 24, 2012 19:01:38 GMT -6
In the next moment after the announcer called for the fight to begin, Aurek sprang forward with surprising spryness. His lance pointed straight ahead, gleamed in the sunlight. Altogether, the lanceman seemed to be some vengeful demon heralding a force of much larger malevolence. The crowds uproar reverberated throughout the arena, anticipation mounting on how the monk was going to react.
Perrin acknowledged the oncoming lancer; slammed his book open, extended his hand, and shot an orb the size of a grapefruit toward the bearded man. Perrin sent the orb at a regular speed, where it would meet Whitebeard close to the middle of the arena, and if he dodged it ... he knew what he would do. Hmm ... I wonder if this man has enough intelligence to match his mettle, Perrin wondered.
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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 Oct 24, 2012 19:59:29 GMT -6
The oncoming magic attack wasn't anything impressive. Just a ball of light headed at an average pace. Aurek wasn't taking any chances though. Without a grasp on the capabilities of magic or this caster, and due to the slow speed of the spell, he changed his course and ran around it. Far around it. He was now running near the edge, eyes still focused on his opponent. Aurek's breath was starting to come in ragged breaths and his legs were burning. If he wasn't able to reach the monk soon, he wouldn't have any energy left to fight. That thought made him increase his speed a little more. He gripped his weapon tightly, white knuckles forming on his hand as the pain helped him focus. He lowered his head a little more and charged on.
Thoughts were briefly flashing through his head, none of them pleasant. I hate this sunlight. This fight is taking too long. This man is using accursed light magic. This one needs to die. Sweat was forming all over his body, the armor adding to that discomfort. The crowds were oblivious though, cheering on the old man who careened along the edge of the arena, uncaring of his discomfort or reveling in it, only there for entertainment. To Aurek, they were extremely annoying, and he cursed them too.
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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 Oct 27, 2012 16:59:46 GMT -6
Whitebeard made a wide arc around the ball, not entirely realizing that he was still controlling it. Arm still stretched outwards, the crowds roaring madly, Perrin stopped his orb in its tracks, and in the next moment changed its direction. Perrin created another orb, but substantially smaller this time. Both spheres flew toward Whitebeard, one was much smaller, the other creeping up on the man from behind. The crowd could see the monk's plan - Whitebeard would dodge the orb hurtling towards him, then get slammed in the back of the head with the one behind him - and their voices combined into an almost overbearing sound. However, Perrin kept his mind on his magic. This should be interesting ... however, I hope he will be alright after this, Perrin wondered.
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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 Oct 28, 2012 13:12:24 GMT -6
What is this guy thinking? The orb is smaller but not moving any faster. That just makes it easier to dodge. Aurek was suspicious, but it didn't bother him. He would be able to reach his objective without a problem. As the small orb approached him, he pulled a move that surprised many: he jumped off the wall. Leaping into the air, he solidly planted one foot on the wall and pushed off, flying over the approaching magic attack. Ha! he thought as he threw his lance.
The throw was good, it wasn't incredible, but it didn't have to be. Aurek hadn't thrown it like a javelin. He instead whipped it so it spun in a circle. As a slim lance, it was much easier to throw than most other weapons. The area it covered should have been effective to hit his opponent and sufficiently distract him or possibly wound him. Unfortunately, Aurek didn't find out. As he closed in on the ground, feet already moving to finish the fight, he felt something slam into his back. If he hadn't jumped into the air, the attack would have hit him squarely in the back of the head. As it was, the orb hit the upper portion of his back near the shoulders, sending Aurek into a flip before he smashed into the ground, barely avoiding snapping his neck.
None of this registered to him though. When Aurek had been hit by the attack, it felt as though someone had shot him with a ballista. The pain was both piercing and burning. It was as if his armor wasn't even there! And he was pretty sure he was glowing. He wasn't sure how, but he had definitely been glowing for a moment or two. But the pain was the worst. He wasn't sure if the fight was over or not as he lay there on the ground, writhing. He still had breath and wasn't about to give up though.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Oct 29, 2012 5:59:01 GMT -6
Perrin's initiation of the fight was not unlike other mage vs. melee duels. She watched as he called forth his light and sent an orb of it off towards Aurek. It didn't move very quickly, and it didn't look to be giving away any deadly secrets. It was a ball of light magic flying towards the old bitter man in the arena. Naturally, Aurek followed the example of other melee fighters and attempted to avoid it. This battle seemed to be built around a slower approach than the other fights though. Perrin was not interested in attacking swiftly. He was focused on making sure his strikes hit. Precision over speed.
She watched as the spell shifted direction in midair and began following Aurek as the old soldier ran the perimeter of the battlefield. Perrin had summoned another spell in the front, and within a moment Clair figured out that the new spell was absorbing Whitebeard's attention. It was a good move tactically, but she wondered whether it would pan out in time to have an effect.
The answer to that was somewhat confused though. The falcoknight's eyes opened widely in surprise when she saw the old man vault off of the wall of the arena! That was more than alot of younger fighters could manage, and the old man did it to avoid a light spell? She watched as he flipped his spear at the enemy, duplicating the throw she'd pulled off earlier, in a manner. The bigger spell still struck him, and sent the soldier to the ground, but where was that lance flying off to?
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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 3, 2012 20:19:07 GMT -6
Perrin's attack did as he had planned: it hit Whitebeard just as he had landed after his surprising vault along the arena wall. Now he lay there in a crumpled heap, however the ancient man had managed to throw his lance after he executed his splendiferous evasion.
The crowd roared as they saw the monk's plan unfold, reaching a tone that could have been comprehended by a deaf person.
Perrin saw the lance flying towards him, spinning around menacingly, adrenaline and fear emanating from him. Forcing his body to move out of the way, Perrin crudely dropped into a barrel roll, unable to do so effectively because of his unwieldy robes and lack of experience. His landing was unsavory, mouth full of dust, elbows battered badly, and the wind knocked out of him. Thankfully he had kept his eyes closed to stop from being blinded.
Perrin regained his breathing, and came up to a crouch, trying to spit most of the sand out his mouth. He did it discreetly, to not make himself appear foolish. He opened his tome, picked out a spell, extended his hand outwards, and stood up with orb in hand; all just in case Whitebeard had succeeded in standing up.
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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 3, 2012 20:57:47 GMT -6
Aurek rolled onto his stomach. That effort alone made him cough horribly. Something about that cough felt awful. He reached his hand toward his mouth as he stared at the ground. Blood? Is that my blood? He was quite shaken from that blast. Well, at least that explains why my chest hurts so much. He smiled. He wasn't sure why he smiled. There wasn't any reason for him to smile; it made no sense. Need to get this armor off. Doesn't help anyway. He undid the straps on all his different equipment, completely ignoring the fact he was in a fight. He even took off his boots. Climbing to his feet, clearly shaking from the effort, he turned to face his opponent. That feels better.
Perrin was crouched near the ground, orb poised for an attack. [Yellow]"Well done!"[/Yellow] Aurek shouted. This is so wrong for me. he thought. [Yellow]"You realize I'm going to make your death much worse now, right? I'm going to have to kill you with my bare hands![/Yellow] Getting better. Aurek began his assault, though instead of running, he simply walked toward his opponent. His eyes were fixed upon Perrin's, his tread was uneven and with slight stumblings. Aurek coughed again, more blood coating his beard.
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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 4, 2012 21:01:48 GMT -6
Perrin looked at Whitebeard - sphere of light in hand - with a incredulous look on his face. The man had managed to stand up. And now he walked toward Perrin with eyes like a forest fire, but not before he took his armor off.
Do all men fight this way, or am I just unlucky? Perrin thought to himself, worry and terror welling up inside him as he recollected his last fight.
But now the fear was real; Whitebeard was wobbling toward him with a smirk almost as wicked as Shaso's. Perrin was going try to end without wounding the man further. Plus, he did not want it to end the way his first round had. So, taking his own advise, Perrin began to back up at a slightly faster pace than Whitebeard.
The crowd resumed their cheering as the action picked up again, but nothing close to what it was a few moments ago. He made the globe in his hand larger, about the size of a melon, then shot it toward Aurek's face at the same speed they were walking. He would have to time this right, otherwise he could kill the man, and that was not something he was going to live with. The tension was getting to him, every moment fighting it like he was fighting Aurek: they both would not give in.
He focused himself, shoving out all distractions to the extent that his tension was a bumblebee. Perrin slowed the orb down to a slow stroll, for if Aurek did dive out of the way, he could still change its course.
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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 4, 2012 21:28:25 GMT -6
Aurek smiled again. The blood coating his teeth did not make it a pleasant sight. Plus, the fact that the look in his eyes was anything but happy didn't seem to help. Things couldn't be better. Well, they could have been, but at the moment, Aurek didn't consider what had happened to himself. He only though about what he was going to do to Perrin once he caught the monk. And he would catch him. Aurek had taken off his armor and boots to give him a boost in speed and agility just for that purpose. Well, originally, it had been just because it was painful and heavy to wear after that magic blast. But as he started walking toward his opponent, Aurek was able to make a plan.
Perrin was walking backwards as he shot off the latest orb. It was moving at the same speed as they were walking. No way that is going to hit on the first try. He'll change directions probably. Perfect. Perrin seemed to have forgotten that the arena wasn't an infinite plane. He hadn't moved much since the start of the fight and was now backing toward the wall. As soon as the ball of magic got close to him, Aurek ducked and took off in his final sprint. It still wasn't impressive, even with the extra weight removed. Equaling about the speed he had at the beginning of the fight, he felt good about it. Especially considering how much everything hurt. His legs burned, his arms hurt, and he felt like he was missing a lung. He couldn't remember why he was there in the first place or why he was fighting. He only thought about winning. He was already over halfway across the arena when he had been hit by the first blast. Now, only a few yards separated him from his target. Whether or not the orb he had dodged increased its speed dramatically didn't matter, he was going to reach Perrin.
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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 5, 2012 13:05:46 GMT -6
After struggling some time to make his way above certain heads in the crowd, the 6'1" Illian was just able to see a little bit of the action, moving his head side to side to get a small picture of the battle.
He could make out a bloodied old man, sweat pouring down his pale skin now practically flustered red with anger. "Zis Vhitebeard is a verdammt bruiser!", Synkkis cried out in joy.
What pleased him even further was looking where the soldier was headed. A dirtied altar boy with a lance laying next to him. Yes! This has to be the best fight in the arena. All of him wanted to see the old man choke the monk out. "Tie him up vis his own robes!" He cheered, raising up his fist.
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