Elke v. Elric [Ended]

[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.

[Griffin]

Calmness...serenity...neutrality...inner peace.

Elric recited this credo over and over in his head. It helped keep the daemon taint from scraping at his mind. His door swung open with a creak and Elric stepped into the arena, the audience cheering at his arrival. It was unlikely they were excited to see him in the arena, but were more interested in the carnage his dark magic could bring.

Elric stood between his door and the center of the arena, a blotch of black against the sand of the arena. His body was covered by his cloak, his staff concealed under the purple and black cloth. His hood remained down.

[Wulfi]

From side to side his bored eyes shifted, though bored wouldn't be quite as accurate as saying stern, or simply, uncaring. Flickers of crystal blue flitted across his face, two eyes, scanning, anticipating...

And then the gate was opened, and he was announced.

Walking out onto the floor of the arena from his respective side, Elke touched his bare feet to the earth, a strange feeling to him. His face showed no hint of any discomfort, however, and made his way to his mark. His feet gripped slightly at the grains of sand. This mineral was highly foreign to him.

The lavender-haired young man (short man, as well) stood there simply, standing tall and proud, yet his face was still a picture of stone, stern, mildly unamused, and unchanging. He blinked twice or so before shifting his gaze to his opponent.

How odd, he thought to himself in apathy. This man is wearing such heavy clothes. How does he -move- in that?

Elke glanced around at the cheering crowd, eager for blood, for sport. He'd come here for one reason and one reason only: to study the ways of this world, and to see how pugnacious spectators could be... especially to foreigners.

Well, that last part wasn't important.

He looked back to Elric, looking him up and down. His eyes narrowed slightly as his frame gained a bit of a tenser feel. It was about to start, and he was ready.

[Griffin]

A sword. A rapier. Harder to block with my staff than a longsword. Odd tattoos. Magic powers probable.

Elric slowly extended his arms outward to his sides, stretching, revealing the staff held in his right hand. He returned his arms to his side, now popping his neck, exhaling deeply.

Focus...

Elric wanted a read on his foe's agility. He held his staff in front of him, gripping down hard. With a squeeze of his eyes and quick increases of force on his grip, he reopened his eyes and swung his staff in two arcs, sending two Orbs, one arcing in left, one arcing in right, at his opponent.

[Orb: A basic, versatile dark magic spell Elric simply calls Orb. Orb can attack, be shaped into different shapes to attack with, absorb simple spells, knock people and projectiles away, act as an eye in the sky, and other simple tasks.]

[Wulfi]

He tensed a bit out of instinct, readying himself for a counterattack as he saw the druid's grip tighten on his staff. The staff didn't really unnerve, it was the finesse with which he wielded it.

As the two orbs came his way, arcing and forking into two separate directions, Elke decided now would be the best to activate his special ability, an ability granted to him by blood.

The black rings around his neck, wrists and ankles glowed golden, and with a gentle push on the fronts of his feet, the boy from Levkekistanta was airborne, hovering merely an inch above ground. He pushed off again and took care to direct himself directly towards Elric, rapier outstretched, completely bypassing the two orbs coming his way.

With such speed, granted by his lack of heavy clothing, low bone density, and aerodynamic stance, Elke was on his way to piecing Elric's stomach, maybe just below his left ribcage. His eyes were harsh, cold. There was no mercy when dealing with him. He didn't look back to estimate the trajectory of the orbs at all.


[Will be on tomorrow, it's starting to thunder horribly over here... Sorry... ;; ]

[Griffin]

OOC: I guess for clarity's sake, Elric's dark magic is essentially dark "energy". The damage a concentrated Orb does is more than if it's spread out like a sheet. The type of damage is force, slight burning feeling, and, I guess "corroding". It slightly weakens the area it hits. If hit repeatedly, it weakens more.

When Elric saw the wings emerge from Elke's body, he remembered a similarity from a story his friend Reh told him of. He prepared himself. He slung his staff on his back and slammed his hands together. Moments later, he pulled apart, molding an Orb into a dark purple flat screen. When Elke came soaring toward him, he thrust the screen at him and dove to the right.

[Wulfi]

[Ah, just a note, there are no wings. The rings are simply glowing. That's all. =)

He hadn't expected this. With a swift halt and a bounce on his right foot, Elke changed his path upwards, using the ground to propel himself skyward to avoid harm. However, the flat mass of dark energy managed to catch the foot he'd lifted himself with.

As the energy passed and collided behind him, the young man with the oddly colored hair hovered himself to just an inch or so above the sand. He was looking straight at Elric, sizing him up, judging him, breathing a bit heavier than before. His ankle, as well as the front of his right foot, was scalded, the skin a muddled reddish brown, three or four minute droplets of blood zigzagging randomly down his heel and toes.

Elke stared the man down with his calculating blue eyes. "What is your name?"

His rapier was still at the ready, but not pointed directly at his foe, only set by his side and risen only within reason. He wasn't completely off guard, but he wasn't aiming to go on the offensive, either.

[Griffin]

"Elric," he said plainly. No reason not to. He didn't even bother to ask Elke's name in return. It didn't matter to him. He could remember people by face, voice, markings, style of battle.

Names are pointless.

Elric decided to keep up the offensive, taking steps backwards as he formed an oblong sickle shape of energy in between his hands. This energy was more blue than purple in color, indicating spirit energy fused with Elric's darkness. With swift movements of the fingers, he aimed at Elke's chest, gave it some spin, and sent his attack hurdling toward its target.

[Spirit Burn: A wave of spiritual energy is directed at the enemy. If it hits, the enemy experiences a rather mild burning sensation, but their energy is sapped slightly. Obviously, it is more devastating in succession.]

[Admin]

OOC: Lisa contacted me. Expect her to post Monday, due to personal issues.

[Griffin]

OOC: Aye aye.

[Wulfi]

[Expect me to post tomorrow. I'm really sorry about this, but I can't help the weather. Once it stops thundering tomorrow I'll post. Again, I'm really sorry about this.

Also, I'm at Jasmine's house. Her power tends to go out during these kinds of storms, so don't expect me back tonight...]

[Wulfi]

[Sorry, my computer broke. I'm at Jasmine's right now.]


Elke found himself caught off guard by that one simple word. Where he was from, there was more to an answer as to who you were than a simple, basic reply; there was conversation. Eyes widened a fraction as his survival instincts kicked in, the lithe young man sprang up and bound higher into the air, swinging his sword upwards as he took off.

A blade of light blue, almost white energy, roughly the size of a large watermelon, was flung from the blade, slicing through the bluish-purple matter with a woosh. The energy from Elric's attack dispersed slightly as Elke's bright energy blade passed through it, yet still managed to scald Elke's other foot as the top of the spell it hit. The white blade of light was on a blazing path for the druid himself.

Elke did three flips in the air and came down behind Elric, unleashing yet another blade of bright wind energy from his rapier with, this time, a horizontal slice. He wasn't playing games anymore. If this man was going to be rude to him, he'd treat him the same, and give him a battle he wouldn't soon forget.

( | Myrna - With each swing of his blade, a sickle of wind comes hurling at the foe. | )

[Griffin]

OOC: This is completely irrelevant, but I scraped the title of "druid" for him. Jusy sayin', I guess. :/

Elric spun sideways to dodge the sickle of wind speeding toward him, grumping slightly as it tore through the long tail of his cloak. He kept his eyes on Elke as he preformed his flips, tracking his movements, all the while charging an Orb in both hands. When Elke landed and slashed at him again, he thrust the first Orb forward to intercept the attack, but the force had more slicing power than he anticipated and it cut through the Orb. Still, it hit Elric across the chest with less force than Elke's probably had hoped for. He took the strike without missing a beat and sent the second Orb forward to its target.

[Wulfi]

The orb hit him full on. Elke, having been in such close contact, was hit rather harshly on his upper body, though the energy from his Myrna had helped to deflect and negate a bit of the Orb's original force.

Being quite light (lighter than a regular human -should- have been), Elke was thrown back quite a distance. He tumbled quite a ways, stirring the sand a good deal, before stopping on his knees. He grit his teeth and hastily tore off his gray shoulder cape and threw it to the ground, revealing a tight piece of fabric, similar to a muscle shirt, covering the top of his chest. The cape was harshly burnt by the drastic impact of the orb, still partially alight with darkly colored embers and small flames.

With a swift jump, Elke took to his feet again, his brows furrowed harshly in aggravation as he grit his teeth at the soreness of his chest. It didn't feel burned, for he assume his cloak took most of the impact, but he found himself a bit short of breath, and incredibly sore.

With a grunt, he swung his sword and unleashed another blade of wind at his foe, proceeding to hop again and hover just a foot above ground before taking off to the skies above Elric.

The blade he unleashed was rather near to the ground, therefore stirring the sand and creating a bit of a vision impairment, were the dust to get in his eyes.

[Griffin]

His eyes never left his opponent, bounding around. When Elke landed and tore his cape off, Elric drew his staff and hovered it vertically inches above the ground in front of him. He muttered a few ancient words, slammed his palms together, and underneath his staff opened a purple-black rift, matching Elric's wide stance in width. Should Elke get too close, he would feel himself not physically disabled, but spiritually, as his energies would be feeding the Fade.

Elric didn't want to interrupt his spell to avoid the oncoming attack. Once he finished, he spun hastily to the left, but was a tad too late. The blade didn't just cut into his cape this time, but also left a long, but shallow gash along Elric's right hip. He noted, however, the bif of dust kicked up by the attack concealed his rift slightly.

[Fade's Embrace: Elric opens a rift to the Fade, the spirit world, and guides it's energies to feast upon the enemy, draining them of spiritual (magical) power. ]

[Admin]

And out of the sky dropped a tired hawk, landing onto Elke, knocking the man unconscious. Dropping from the hawk's talon was the roster for Round 2.