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Post by Admin on Jun 17, 2010 21:17:00 GMT -5
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.
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Post by Admin on Jun 17, 2010 21:34:24 GMT -5
Mills, waiting for the doors to open, wasn't too eager about fighting. Fighting is messy, and fighting is confrontational. He's done a lot of fighting before, yes, but he relied on strategy. He relied on allies. The only ally he was allowed in this battle was himself, and only himself.
This could be very bad. This could be very very bad. If they have any sort of range, I'm in trouble. If they have better hand to hand combat than me, then I'm in trouble. I can't waste this heart, and I can't waste this time. I'm alive... I'm alive... I'm alive to win.
Mills pushed on his door, opening it. Stepping to the center of the arena, he was nervous about who his opponent would be, what they would wield, and what surprises they had in store.
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Post by Griffin on Jun 17, 2010 22:57:04 GMT -5
As the door opened, Davian approached the centre powerfully, but casually. He smiled lightly. Fighting younger combatants proved to be far more challenging and rewarding than older ones. Older combatants fall into rhythms and become stiff. Younger men are creative, bright, and unpredictable.
He as excited.
"Hello Mills. My name is Davian, and it is an honor to face you in combat today." Davian greeted as he drew his sword slowly from its sheath. As it ran across the leather, it sparked with electricity, creating a static sound and Davian whipped it around his head and standing in a ready position, both hands on the blade, held in front of him.
"On your guard!"
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Post by Admin on Jun 17, 2010 23:06:34 GMT -5
Mills didn't reply to the friendly greeting. He would not be distracted. Upon hearing the man declare that he was ready, he clapped his hands together. Up from the center of the arena came a needle-like staff. It was shimmery and metalling, and looked like it could potentially be a danger.
Ahhh capture pin. This guy obviously uses lightning attacks. I just have to wait for him to cast a spell, and this little baby will guarantee both of us get hit. I'm younger than he is, so I'll take it better than he will... heh heh...
Mills held his lance with one hand, braced for a physical attack as well, seeming to ignore his own summon.
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Post by Griffin on Jun 17, 2010 23:14:06 GMT -5
Davian raised an eyebrow to the object in the centre of the arena. To Davian, it looked too much like a lightning rod for him to cast a spell to test it. But his swordplay was on par, if not better, than his spellcasting, so he rushed Mills, aiming a horizontal slash at Mills's waist.
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Post by Admin on Jun 17, 2010 23:19:50 GMT -5
Mills quickly spun his lance, holding it vertically to catch the horizontal slash of the blade.
So he's clever. I really don't want to have to use my own magic on it... I'll feel like a masochist...
Mills spun the lance again, regaining a good feel of where he should hold it, and trying his best to shake away Davian. Swinging the lance back, Mills thrust forward carefully, not wanting to be in a position where he could easily be counterattacked.
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Post by Griffin on Jun 17, 2010 23:30:39 GMT -5
Davian backstepped when Mills spun his lance again to shake him off and dipped to the side to avoid the thrust. He sensed the careful hesitation in the strike, not wanting to expose his weak spots.
Smart boy.
Davian struck again with an overhand thrust to Mills's chest.
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Post by Admin on Jun 17, 2010 23:41:35 GMT -5
Mills planted the tip of the lance on the ground the second he felt that he missed, and pushed his body back, dragging the lance back with him. The benefits of being thin, spry, and limber: you're quick. Disadvantages: Women only want hunks. Damn.
Backing up again, he gripped his lance with both hands, ready to counterattack.
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Post by Griffin on Jun 17, 2010 23:54:00 GMT -5
Davian didn't want to get in close again. Too many missed attacks and you become frustrated and reckless. Instead, Davian held his sword vertically in front of his chest, charging a strike of lightning. After a few seconds, he let his left hand off his sword and thrust it toward Mills, a bolt of lightning dashing toward his foe's torso.
[Lightning: Davian can fire a bolt of lightning from his hand or by channeling it through his sword.]
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Post by Admin on Jun 18, 2010 0:03:38 GMT -5
Mills clapped his hands at the sight of the lightning, and the needle-staff turned it's eye towards the attack directed at Mills, and seemed to consume it. The Lightning shot out again, towards both Mills and Davian. Upon completion of the task, the needle-staff disappeared in a cloud of dust.
[Capture Pin: A needle-like staff is summoned to the center of the arena, and the next attack that hits it is captured by it, and the attack is divided by two and sent back at both Mills and his opponent.]
Mills took the attack better than he had expected. It struck bluntly, and did damage, but Mills bit his tongue and brushed off the pain. He was more interested in seeing how Davian took his own attack.
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Post by Griffin on Jun 18, 2010 0:10:24 GMT -5
Davian had forgotten about the needle, but when Mills began to use it, he understand its usage. The Lightning that struck Davian hardly fazed him. Not only was it at half-strength, but Davian had been struck numerous times in his trials to master the element. He was impressed with Mills's withstanding of the attack.
"You're a strong lad. Keep it up!"
Davian stuck his sword in the floor of the arena and placed his hands close to each other, charging another Lightning attack. Moments later, he thrust his hands forward, one after another, sending two Lightning strikes at Mills.
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Post by Admin on Jun 18, 2010 0:26:18 GMT -5
Mills saw the man charging his attacks, and when fired towards him, he lunged with excessive energy out of the way of both. Charging forward, Mills dragged his feet a bit behind, building up his friction. Approaching closer, he swung his left leg back and kicked forward a decently sized wave of fire and hot ash.
[Pyrite Dance: By dragging his feet in long strides, Mills can transfer the friction into ignitable fire, and kick it at his target.]
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Post by Griffin on Jun 18, 2010 0:34:46 GMT -5
Davian smiled lightly as an idea formed in his head. Reckless? No, it was well thought out. Stupid? Yeah, still probably stupid.
Quickly, Davian slid his sword into its sheath. He crouched his body forward lightly, burying his face in his chainmail covered arms. With a shout of courage, he charged through the wave of fire. The ash didn't reach his eyes or mouth, but some got into his ears. The fire singed his surcoat and heated up his chainmail which pressed into his arms and neck that didn't have cloth underneath the chainmail. But Davian bit his lip and progressed, aiming his body to tackle Mills to the ground.
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Post by Admin on Jun 18, 2010 0:48:37 GMT -5
"What the fu-"
Being grappled to the ground was an uncomfortable feeling, thrashing about, Mills tried to kick hot cinders onto Davian by rubbing his feet on the ground. Yeah. Being tackled mid-battle in incredibly awkward.
[Pyrite Dance: By dragging his feet in long strides, Mills can transfer the friction into ignitable fire, and kick it at his target.]
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Post by Griffin on Jun 18, 2010 12:23:16 GMT -5
Davian struggled against Mills's thrashing and as hot coals were kicked into the air and landed on his back, neck, and head. He knew he needed to move. Davian raised up his fist and aimed to punch Mills square in the jaw and, whether he hit or not, rolled off of Mills to stop the burning of his backside. After his roll, Davian stood, drawing his sword, ready to attack again.
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Post by Admin on Jun 18, 2010 19:56:40 GMT -5
OOC: I'll post later, but I just thought it'd be absolutely hilarious if I just replied "Then Mills died."
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Post by Griffin on Jun 20, 2010 15:52:07 GMT -5
OOC: Reminding bump.
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Post by Admin on Jun 20, 2010 16:33:10 GMT -5
This guy is an asshole.
Mills readjusted his now broken jaw, which had just been smashed with a fist into the hard floor below him. Looking above him, he saw his opponent had drawn his sword. Mills was now in a poor situation. Glaring coldly, Mills spoke smoothly "Huh, well aren't you skilled. You got me. Finish me. I can't make a move. Finish this, and end me. Game over."
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Post by Griffin on Jun 20, 2010 16:51:18 GMT -5
"I don't want to kill you. A waste of life is never something to encourage. Just surrender," Davian said, taking steps forward, pointing his sword at Mills's throat. "I'd hate to kill a bright lad like yourself, but I will if I must."
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Post by Admin on Jun 20, 2010 16:58:08 GMT -5
"I've never quit, and I never flee. It's an ugly habit to start, and I won't start now. My life isn't worth saving if I have not earned it. Now end this."
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Post by Griffin on Jun 20, 2010 17:06:54 GMT -5
Davian sighed heavily, but he'd been in this situation many times and in the middle of an arena was not the time to tell Mills the value of his life. "You fought well Mills. May we meet again in the next life."
With a solemn face, Davian channeled a burst of lightning into his sword, then touched it to Mills's chest. The shock would stop his heart without additional bloodshed.
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