Amon v. Davian

[Admin]

The tournament floor was empty, but the crowd was filled with excited patrons hoping to see a bloody battle between two great fighters. There were two doors on opposite sides of the arena. One for each fighter to step though. The announcer wasted no time in yelling from the side lines, "Without further delay, let's begin this fight!"

All that there was to wait on was the entrances of the two opponents from opposite sides.

[Golden Emblem]

Amon was surprised that he was here. He had thought he was going to lose the previous round, but there seemed to be a great amount of problems with hawks in the area, and they were taking opponents away before he could fight them properly. However, it had given him a chance to rest, and he was now ready to rumble, as they said.

[Griffin]

OOC: asdfasdfasdf forgot these were heeeeeere!! >_<

Davian strode confidently into the arena, pleased with himself throughout the tournament. He sighed heavily as he walked, the growing sensation of the tournament winding up filling his body. The rush of warmth flooding his veins eluding to the upcoming battle.

Amon. That was his opponent's name.

"Greetings, Amon. My name is Davian, and it is my honor to meet you in combat today."

Davian drew this sword with his signature flourish of static and stood ready.

"On your guard!"

[Golden Emblem]

"Why do I have to go against all the dramatic ones?" Amon asked the sky, glancing upwards as he grumbled his complaints, not even returning Davian's greeting. "If he's going to be like that Elliot, I'll just leave right here and now, because he gave me a headache."

Amon didn't do anything. His whip was hidden from sight, and he was going to wait for Davian to make the first move before he did something. Based on his use of a wave of static, Amon realized that his spell Cracks would probably not do much. He would have to go without one of his more damaging spells, which wasn't something he wanted.

[Griffin]

How I do wish honor still thrived...

Davian took Amon's lack of response as an insult and rushed him. He held his sword vertically on his right side as he charged. To test the man, a simple right to left cut would suffice as an opening move. He closed distance and slashed at Amon.

[Golden Emblem]

Amon was watching Davian as he ran, so when Davian went to slash, he simply jumped back, a small smile on his face. He wasn't going to be attacked so easily so early in the battle, and he wanted to know what his opponent was like. He seemed to be mainly a physical fighter, so he decided to draw his whip out and aim a crack right between Davian's eyes.

[Griffin]

Davian didn't intend his first strike to make contact, though it would have been nice. Amon was agile, Davian now confirmed, and quick to retaliate with accuracy. Davian held up his free arm in front of his face from instinct against this new weapon. The whip lashed painfully over his leather gauntlet, but it was preferable to getting hit in the face. He grunted through the sharp pain and proceeded forward, aiming a diagonal slash at Amon's arm.

[Golden Emblem]

Amon was surprised at how quickly Davian returned his attack, so he could barely move away, Davian's blade lacing the skin of his arm. He decided to do a few jumps backwards to gain more distance, making sure to crack his whip in front of him in order to keep Davian away. He wanted to make sure that Davian was a short-range fighter before he continued.

[Griffin]

Davian took a moment to recover. He flexed his fingers to ease the pain of the whip crack, holding his sword at his side. The careful observer would notice Davian's breathing had slowed significantly as he was gathering energy for a new technique.

Let's mix things up a bit.

Static was coursing through Davian's fingers. He gave a hint of a smile, opened his hand and a ball of lightning revealed itself, hovering an inch over his palm. After a beat, he leaned back and thrust the ball into the sky where it seemed to vanish. Moments later, heavy clouds formed over the battlefield and a low rumble of thunder made itself known in the distance. Drops of water began to make contact with the dirt under their boots.

With this new element added to the fight, he took his ready position and prepared for Amon's retaliation to the storm.

(Squall: After moments of channeling energy, Davian can shoot a ball of lightning into the air, creating a small thunderstorm: rain, wind, thunder, and the occasional lightning strike.)

[Golden Emblem]

"Oh joy, rain."

Amon was not a fan of the rain, but as it began to rain, an idea sprouted into his head. He took off his boots and cape (along with putting his whip under the cape), knowing they would only slow him down, and quickly cast a spell that had helped him so much in his first battle.

(Invisible Games: Amon throws his cape at an opponent and uses illusion magic to become invisible. It does not cover his sound, however. Also, if he makes footprints in the ground, those will be seen, along with his whip.)

Then he was gone. Amon was invisible from sight, but he didn't move just yet.

[Admin]

Hawk... Davian... yeah...