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Post by Admin on Oct 30, 2010 21:56:17 GMT -5
Your standard marble tournament arena, only empty. Now it's reserved for training, exclusively.
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Post by Admin on Oct 30, 2010 22:00:57 GMT -5
Tutorial!
Qasalia entered the arena slowly. She tapped her foot, knowing she'd be training someone soon.
"...They have to learn to most basic of basics... Like first, before any fight, you have to have an entrance post..."
She stood at the middle of the arena with her scroll staff and waited.
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Post by pyroflasher on Oct 30, 2010 22:18:21 GMT -5
Magnus took a moment to prepare himself. He thought he had retired. He thought that he would not need to battle anymore. The necromancers had be eliminated and the efforts of the daedra had been thwarted. Now he has been asked again into battle, he would have to be retrained.
He clutched the hilt of his blade, Chilrend. He could feel the icy magic emenating from it. He walked into the battle field.
He raised his battered shield and unsheathed Chilrend. He was ready.
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Post by Admin on Oct 30, 2010 22:31:58 GMT -5
Qasalia peered through her bandaged eyes at the man before her. It was usual for fighters to have some kind of pleasant banter. Qasalia was not that type. She nodded, assuming that he was their to train.
Pointing the sharp end of her needle-like staff at the mystery man, she lashed a longrange bolt of fire at his feet.
If it were me, I would consider dodging backwards or doing a rolldodge. It's pretty common to dodge the first attack...
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Post by pyroflasher on Oct 30, 2010 22:35:16 GMT -5
Magnus quickly rolled to the side. This was a move that was typical of the necromancers he used to fight. He responded quickly with a Firebolt. He pointed his sword at the mysterious bandaged woman and a stream of lightning and flame spit out at her.
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Post by Admin on Oct 30, 2010 22:40:17 GMT -5
Qasalia had quickly identified the fire coming towards her, and generated a flame resistant energy in her hand to nullify the fire. She hadn't seen the lightning mixed in, and took a sharp hit through her hand, knocking her back.
"That's good... You know how to cast spells. As you get more adept, you'll get better with description, but in your first fight, this is good." Qasalia said, getting back to her feet.
"But magic is more than projectiles."
Spinning her staff quickly, in a flash of blue light, her body became sharp and blue underneath her clothes. Standing frozen, she waited for his next move.
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Post by pyroflasher on Oct 30, 2010 22:44:11 GMT -5
Hesitant to attack the mysterious woman who was now glowing blue, Magnus wasn't just going to stand there like a sitting duck and let what ever the glowing blue was going to do happen. He raised his hand, from which sparks of light fell, causing him to vanish as it fell. He moved silently from the spot he was previously standing and waited to see what the woman would do.
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Post by Wulfi on Oct 30, 2010 22:47:28 GMT -5
Hylten made his way into the arena, smiling quite politely. His bright crystal blue eyes emit nothing but innocence, coupled with good will and optimism. The sunlight gave his bobbed, fair blond hair a glossy sheen, and shone brilliantly off of his armor, which consisted of a dark gray breastplate similar to a robin's puffed chest, shells of iron on his shoulders, and guards for his forearms, knees, and legs.
The armor wasn't thick, so his movement wasn't considerably impaired as he came in with a certain bounce in his confident step, though the light clanks might have drawn some attention. He stopped to look at the two others.
"Heavens, what play is this" he mused to himself, moving aside a strand of bright hair with a metal-clad hand. The other was on his hip, near the hilt of his sword. "A battle? This is amusing..." The smile never left his face. He simply watched, bemused by it all. It had been a while since he'd seen magic at work.
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Post by Admin on Oct 30, 2010 22:47:50 GMT -5
Still frozen, Qasalia stood unresponsive. She did not fear his invisibility. Sensing that he was still in the arena, she remained in her position, waiting, listening for whatever sounds he'd make while approaching.
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Post by pyroflasher on Oct 30, 2010 22:51:37 GMT -5
Magnus was still cautious of the womans stillness. eventually he gave up and used Soulfield. A cloud of purple haze launched at the woman from his right hand.
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Post by Wulfi on Oct 30, 2010 23:07:29 GMT -5
Hylten's eyes were large, intent, and his smile broadened at the excitement of it all. "Wow..." he breathed out, obviously enraptured. He marveled simply at their skill. He'd never seen magic like this in his seventeen years.
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Post by Admin on Oct 30, 2010 23:11:18 GMT -5
Qasalia sat in the haze of purple. Still solid and unmoving, but questioning slightly why the gas wasn't doing anything at all to her.
Something'll happen eventually.
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Post by pyroflasher on Oct 30, 2010 23:18:53 GMT -5
Reassured that the blue glow would not reflect his magic, Magnus sent out another firebolt. He pointed his blade at the glowing blue woman and a stream of lighting and fire flew out at her.
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Post by Admin on Oct 30, 2010 23:25:56 GMT -5
Upon contact of the spell and her body, Qasalia's blue form shattered into millions of shiny, glowing pieces. In an instantaneous motion, Qasalia appeared behind Magnus. Not wanting to kill him, she swung the blunt end of her staff in his direction, knowing she was directly behind him, yet still not seeing him.
"Cut the invisible crap!"
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Post by Wulfi on Oct 30, 2010 23:26:07 GMT -5
Hylten continued to act as curious spectator to it all, though still wondered what the purple cloud was meant to do... His face brightened up again, however, at the barrage of fire and lighting that came forth from the man's blade.
It made him eager, it made him want to fight, but he knew it wasn't his place to do so. This was between the two of them.
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Post by pyroflasher on Oct 30, 2010 23:35:52 GMT -5
The same sparks of light from earlier reappeared and flowed up the length of magnus's body as he shimmered back into view. for a second he was thrown of by her sudden teleportation and resulting blow to the head. However he quickly recovered, and decided to take advantage of this sudden proximity to his opponent. He sheathed chilrend, whirled around and reached for the woman, his hand glowing an icy white.
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Post by Admin on Oct 30, 2010 23:40:38 GMT -5
Qasalia blocked his hand with her staff, still feeling a chill tremor through her.
"You had the option to dodge my attack before, you know. Overall, you need to make your magic perfectly clear, your interactions are really clear, which is good. I want you to fight a weapons specialist now."
Qasalia looked to Hylten, and darted towards him, whispering in his ear to "Train it."
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Post by Wulfi on Oct 30, 2010 23:47:53 GMT -5
"Wh-what?" inquired the young man with a start. He hadn't expected to be interacted with. "I beg your pardon, good lady, but I do not think that I-"
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Post by pyroflasher on Oct 30, 2010 23:52:13 GMT -5
Magnus noticed some unsureness between this mysterious figure and the woman. He decided to take advantage of this. He unsheathed Chilrend again and sent a firebolt at the two of them, and ran after them, not far behind the firebolt.
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Post by Golden Emblem on Oct 30, 2010 23:54:22 GMT -5
Madison stepped into the arena rather calmly, eyes darting around to make sure that she was not in the way or something. She didn't want to be an annoyance to anyone already using the arena, as she could wait to use it for target practice. She was ready for a fight, with her dark red hair, quite long, tied up into a bun with several strands hanging down. She wore her typical outfit for fighting, of a battle skirt, capris, and a nice blouse.
She might have been dressed too nicely for the arena, but the quiver over her shoulder and the bow in her hand said otherwise. She saw a few people fighting as she entered, and decided to stay away, sitting against a wall and watching, a small smile on her face. It didn't look as if they were fighting angrily, so it must have been practice.
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Post by Wulfi on Oct 30, 2010 23:59:47 GMT -5
Interrupted by the bolt of flame headed towards him, the blond gave a startled cry, yet hurriedly jumped in front of the woman and drew his sword, a falchion with a sleek curved blade, and thrust it upward, the blunt side facing the magic attack.
A flash of light blue came out from the rounded stone crest on the hilt, and as the fire made impact, it was deflected out towards on of the stands by some invisible barrier of some sort.
The trial wasn't over. As Magnus came barreling towards him, Hylten's face hardened, and he made haste towards him as well, aiming to meet blow with him, blade to blade.
Training, hm? he thought as he made his move. In suppose metal to metal shouldn't be too hard to demonstrate. I hope he's ready!
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Post by pyroflasher on Oct 31, 2010 0:03:00 GMT -5
Magnus tightened his grip on chilrend. Not wanting the stranger to get the upperhand, he swung his sword out at the blonde.
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Post by Wulfi on Oct 31, 2010 0:16:34 GMT -5
Metal met metal. A sharp clang rang throughout the arena, Hylten pressing his might into the blow. With a slick drawing back of his blade, he motioned to strike again in an attempt to move his foe backward, further out into the midst of the ring. He didn't feel comfortable being so close to the wall, and since this was his fight now, he wanted to be further from the woman as well.
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Post by pyroflasher on Oct 31, 2010 0:45:13 GMT -5
Magnus deflected attack after attack, equally matching them with his attacks. He was pleased to notice that his opponent hadn't noticed chilrends icy effects. He observed everytime the swords met, a thin web of frost bled out of chilrend onto the opponents sword. He began attempting to hit the blade at same spot every time, all though in the quickness and heat of battle this was not an easy feat to do.
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Post by Wulfi on Oct 31, 2010 1:06:46 GMT -5
After a while, he'd managed to work Magnus to the center of the arena, and it was at this point that he noted the frost on his blade. His heart gave a jolt as he realized what this may have in store for his falchion, and quickly jumped back, proceeding to thrust forth once in an attempt to stab him in the stomach before holding up his blade face-out for a guard, in case of a counter.
Reaching behind him, onto his belt, he grabbed a dagger, perhaps seven or so inches long, yet didn't show his opponent its blade just yet. He was waiting for a move.
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Post by pyroflasher on Oct 31, 2010 11:01:56 GMT -5
Noting the fact that the attacker was about to stab him with the now frosted falchion, he rose his battered looking shield. He was certain his opponent would underestimate Circle of the Nine, as it was most pathetic looking. However what his opponent didn't know was that it was reinforced with magic. If the falchion were to strike the shield, the shield would reflect the energy back into the blade, shattering it due to it's already frosted state.
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Post by Wulfi on May 31, 2011 22:45:46 GMT -5
And with his childish ignorance, Hylten could not change the course of his blade in time. He tried to pierce the shabby looking shield, but alas, instead of his opponent's defenses shattering, his own offense took the blow instead!
Those youthful crystal blue eyes looked on woefully, a pain in his heart erupting into a flare of anguish. He watched with wide eyes as his falchion's shards of steel fell to the ground of the arena.
The arena...
Be damned! He was still fighting!
The repelled pieces of his precious sword, sent back by the sheer force behind the blow he dealt to the other man's shield, made little tinks on his armor. However, Hylten was currently unable to parry any kind of attack, and was very much open to his foe's offense, if Magnus were to strike quickly enough. And hence he started to draw the blade from the sheathe at the back of his waist, stepping back with a startled facade...
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Post by pyroflasher on Jun 26, 2011 14:18:53 GMT -5
Assuming he had bested his opponent, Magnus sent out wave of purple haze at his opponent, soul Field. If he defeated his opponent now, He would be able to absorb a piece of his opponents soul to recharge the magical energies in his equipment. This would be vital, as he could already tell that Chilrends icy magic was starting to wear off.
He then followed the purple haze with his own speed, readying Chilren for what could be the final blow.
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