Kerrain
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Post by Kerrain on Jun 2, 2008 10:40:12 GMT -5
The corsair watched the tiger-like man walk away, and went back to his mug of rum. His mind was shaped around the last battle, and decided what he did was for the best.
"The ignorance of his mind is no excuse for his rudeness. That necromancer had been terrorizing a village for three years, at the most. I could tell from the grimaces I saw in the crowd, especially in a localized section. People don't express fear at events like these. They express excitement."
"Give him a break, Kerrain. He hasn't lived like you have. While you may spot these details, other don't. In the long term, it's your fault because you weren't ignorant."
"Thank you for putting the blame on me, Degel."
Kerrain moved his hand down and flicked the hilt, the blade yelling with an 'ouch' in his mind. He would not mind, however, facing that moon-child. He hadn't met a moon elementalist for quite a long time, expecially in battle. He awaited the experience.
"Don't let your lust cloud your mind, Kerrain. Battle isn't what this tournament is about. Knowledge... that is the prize. We must face Elannia once more."
"You're right, Degel..."
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on Jun 3, 2008 11:24:36 GMT -5
Cyndon cursed aloud as the staff hit thick air and bounced off. He was off guard, the staff after all is heavy and hard to move quickly. He could see Pantomime making the attack, but he could do next to nothing but shift a little bit out of the way. Suddenly ice materialized around his body shaped like oriental armor. Pantomime connected with the ice armor that appeared out of nowhere and silently screamed in pain as Cyndon laughed openly.
"GWAHAHAHAHA! That was too much! That was Hilarious!" Cyndon went into a flurry of swings with his staff; right, left, up, uppercut, down, across the head level, diagonally, the swings kept coming as quickly as he could move. All the while he was thinking to himself 'What the hell was that? I've never had ice spontaneously form for me, i've always had to concentrate... Is something changing in me? Is someone looking after me? I guess i'll have to find out later..."
Cyndon suddenly heard the yelps of wolves as they were being hit and his mind contemplated how that was possible for a split second until he remembered Paradox.
"Go, Gwen, Go!" Cyndon called out as he continued his onslaught of attacks one after another. Pantomime couldn't possibly dodge all of these attacks... and when he failed... Camellia was being fed rather well lately, wasn't she?
"Hope you enjoy Camellia's Gift, Pantomime!" Cyndon called, waiting for the eventual hit.
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Post by Sea on Jun 3, 2008 15:41:48 GMT -5
Pantomime side-stepped and dodged as many attacks as he could. His eyes glittered strangely though... was he laughing? Pantomime suddenly reached out a hand with lightning speed, grasping the staff. The air around it solidified, and became heavy. Pantomime let go, leaving Cyndon with a weapon like a lead weight. He backed up a few steps, with tall gaunt figure still in that slightly slouched position. Creepy. He produced a top hat in one hand, and threw it in the air. It exploded into brightly colored blades, hurtling down like rain. Pantomime smirked as he spun an umbrella above his head. Paradox stepped forward again. She was getting angrier, it was obvious by the scowl on her face. She spun about like a dancer, dodging another of Gwen's bolts. As she spun about, one hand was outstretced, and birds flew out her sleeve. Gwen felt herself being pecked all around, a field of white surrounding her. The birds' energies were brighter because they had been called upon by magic, and she could see through them. She could feel things wrapping about her legs. She crossed her arms over her chest, and blue energy began to radiate off her, her eyes brilliantly blue and her hair alive in an unknown wind. She uncrossed her eyes, forcefully bringing them out, and blue energy erupted off her. The things around her legs vaporized. The birds vaporized. Paradox was gone. Gwen leaned upon the wall carefully, panting hard. Shffft. Something. Behind her. She raised one hand quickly, her arm going out horizontal to the ground from her shoulder, then turning up at a right angle from her elbow. Her fingers were in a fist, and she felt skin against her knuckles, and a thud. Paradox was out cold. And Gwen had little energy left to spare.
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on Jun 3, 2008 16:41:04 GMT -5
"CAMELLIA!" Cyndon was outraged. No one harmed his staff, NO ONE! His eyes flashed dangerously as he drew the crystal sword and it began to glow black. The crowd began to gasp and scream as they saw what was happening to Cyndon. Suddenly Cyndon disappeared from view, and there were tufts of dust flying up in the air. They got faster and faster heading straight for Pantomime. There were three flashes of light and three large gashes appeared in Pantomime's clothes and Cyndon was still nowhere to be seen. "Let's see if you can actually keep up with this!" Cyndon was flash-stepping around the arena, causing all sorts of distortions in the air. 'Gwen has already dealt with her person, she deserves some rest after all that... I hope i can end this quickly enough!' ((i wonder what the looks like to Gwen ))
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Sea
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Post by Sea on Jun 3, 2008 18:03:30 GMT -5
Pantomime just smiled, ignoring the pain. He snapped his fingers, and a shadowy figure slid up from the ground behind Gwen, and grabbed her, holding her tight. Gwen's eyes grew weakly blue, but instead of flames she just got a few sparks, and her attack backfired, and she slumped further over. Pantomime proceeded to communicate via his motions. He pointed at Cyndon, then walked two fingers across his hand. He then gestured grandly to Gwen, and took one finger in a line across his neck, the universal symbol for death. His mean was plain. 'You move and she dies.' Crystalline walls shot up around Gwen, who could not struggle due to exhaustion. Pantomime held out a hand to Cyndon, and colorful hankerchiefs shot out, and snaked around Cyndon in a brilliant tornado, before Pantomime pulled back, bringing them tight.
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Kerrain
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Post by Kerrain on Jun 5, 2008 14:47:42 GMT -5
Icy droplets of rain splattered all around Kerrain, a knife pressed dangerously to the throat of a hydromancer. The announcer exclaimed the winner, and the pirate withdrew his tool.
"Th-th-thank you... sir." The elementalist muttered, turning brisquely and walking away to stow into the darkness of the arena gate.
The corsair turned about himself, not regarding the mage at all. The preliminaries were closing and he was becoming less brutal, less wild in his brawls. There was no need for the overexertion of his strength any longer. With that victory, he was officially moved into the tournament bracket in the main event. Though, what surprised him when he came into the lobby once more, he still had one fight left. Though, this fight did not matter. Kerrain turned and say the guard, a smug smile upon his face.
"Looks like you tampered with the tree, guard. Want to win a bet then, eh?" He inquired.
"Ye've got it, boy." The guard replied, his smile growing even wider.
"It's you and that moon-stricken one."
"And the night is upon us already, the moon rising into a full face."
Kerrain had thrown away his uninterest with the fight. He actually looked forward to it now. That one named Maha Raja... an interesting opponent to be had. The corsair went back to the bar and took a swig of his rum, the mug ever-full. The drunkard had left a while ago, in fact, most of the staff had called it a day and returned to their homes. Captain Guil'tee went up to the gate and watched as the last fight before his finished, the victor leaving the arena pit and going to his ship, most likely. The corsair turned back and looked toward the strange moon elementalist, nodding to the gate.
"Come, Maha Raja. We are the last."
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Post by Sea on Jun 6, 2008 12:38:18 GMT -5
Maha-Raja followed Kerrain closely, entering through the gates. He stood in the shadows, looking up at the full moon with worry. He stepped out of the shadows; he couldn't win without the moon. His fur immediately grew in, and he became completely tiger. However, Jadi-Jadian, during the full moon, have yet another trick- a further transformation. This is triggered by adrenaline, which was flying through Maha-Raja's veins. His stripes began to distort, and they became intricate patterns on his sides. His fangs grew long and cruel, like those of a sabertooth. His body grew larger. Kerrain's head was level with his eyes. The main problem with the form, however, was the form was rather demonic in nature, and merciful and noble Maha-Raja was no longer home, replaced by a rather violent soul. It let out a cruel growl. His powers were heightened, and no doubt the demon would use them to the full extent. The demon controlling him was a more skilled fighter than Maha-Raja, who himself was a fine warrior. The giant tiger's muscles rippled as he paced.
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Kerrain
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Post by Kerrain on Jun 6, 2008 13:21:07 GMT -5
Kerrain, as he walked out into the pit, threw his coat off and to the ground. The fabric fell softly, then formed a miniature crater as it lay flat on the ground. It was lined with heavy metal, which made it originally a training cloak. His hand slipped momentarily within the pockets of his pants and pulled out a half-dozen throwing knives in each hand, which he lined up along his belt.
"You might need me"
"I doubt it."
The corsair captain barely regarded Maha-Raja with a bat of his eyebrow and went into a stretch, his back cracking and popping in fantastic places as he did an extremely slow back-hand spring. His neck popped with dignity as he slammed his chin side to side. The pirate took a knee and undid his boots, throwing them to the side as they made a definite thud onto the ground as well. His pants were the only piece of apparel on him, which rewarded him with some whistles and yells from maidens still up in the stands.
Kerrain straightened himself, which made his tanned muscles bulge, and bowed in honor to the tiger-like man before him.
"AND NOW WE HAVE THE LAST FIGHT! CAPTAIN GUIL'TEE THE HURRICANE VERSUS MAHA-RAJA!" The announcer yelled from his stand. He brought his hands up before his body.
"AANNNNDDDD BEGIN!" WIth a clap of his hands, the fight was on.
Kerrain relaxed his body and loosened his muscles, letting his joints lax while he stood.
"You're using THAT?"
"He's large and bulky. His muscles aren't toned like mine. He'll fatigue while I am in this technique."
"Or you could bring me out."
"His mind is clouded. I won't need to."
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Sea
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Post by Sea on Jun 7, 2008 9:08:31 GMT -5
The demon eyed Kerrain, before snorting uninterestedly. It proceeded to look up at the moon, which seemed to shine brighter than usual. A soft slapping of water could be heard, an water flooded in through the gates. The water came up to about one's shins. The tiger watched the pirate mockingly, his eyes swirling with a hypnotic darkness. He bared his teeth, and his massive claws unsheathed with a splash into the water. His tail lashed to and fro, as he waited for Kerrain to attack. The inner demon growled to himself at Maha-Raja's condition, though Maha was toned and fit, the demon had been hoping for something better, more herculean or demi-godly. The inner Maha sulked in a corner, where he was bound with rope and chain until the full moon went away.
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Kerrain
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Post by Kerrain on Jun 7, 2008 13:07:01 GMT -5
"Are you going to call her?"
"Why would I call a leviathan into here? There's barely enough water."
"Just presenting an idea... but, looks like the not-so-intelligent one wants you to make the first move."
"Are you going to be my commentary for this entire bout?"
"Of course!"
"Good grief..."
Kerrain reached back with his left hand and brought out two throwing knives between his knuckles. With a swing, they flew through the air and made a sharp curve downward, almost unnaturally sharp a turn. The knives stuck to the groun through the water medium and quivered ever-so-slightly. The pirate captain regained his current posture and motioned for the demon to come at him.
"Come on and hit me! If you can, you overgrown lump of a demon! I bet they kicked you out of hell for being such a wuss!"
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Post by Sea on Jun 7, 2008 13:20:11 GMT -5
The demon smiled, pulling Maha's face into a toothy smirk. The creature dissolved into the water in one second in counting, joining the water that filled the stadium. The water did not stir. The demon's face echoed from nowhere, not from the water, but from what seemed to be the sky, or, more exactly, the moon. "Hit me of you can," it hissed. The source of the sound was not indicative of the position of the demon, it was still part of the water, undifferent from all the rest.
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Kerrain
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Post by Kerrain on Jun 7, 2008 13:32:13 GMT -5
"He's incredibly cocky."
"I know."
"Well, you could use me to drain the water. The moon has no chance against my power."
"I'd rather play with him."
"He's somewhat of a coward, hiding like this..."
"Hush up."
Kerrain knealed down and touched the very surface of the water, his fingers stroking the elegant liquid of the sea. He didn't need to know where his opponent was hiding.
"Rensaku ill reo." ("Spread the disease.")
The water touching the pirate's fingers slowly turned an incredibly deep black, and the taint spreaded outward from his touch. Dark tendrils twisted and turned as they crawled along the water's surface, like poison in a body. Kerrain remained motionless as he let the blight spread, his eyes closed. Soon the water closest to Kerrain became solid, his reflection disappearing, and the hard matted black of death setting in.
"If you do not come out of hiding, you will be trapped forever in the prisons of a place far more torturous than hell. Do not take this lightly. I am not a humorous pirate." The corsair announced, making sure Maha-Raja could hear him.
Almost all of the water was invaded by the black blight, and the solid nature was spreading as quick as the tendrils had. It would only be moments before the entire arena was covered in it, and the water sealed away within a dimension he himself would never dare step into.
"So, you decided to bring his soul to MY doorstep?"
"No. He isn't an idiot, so he won't make the mistake of ignoring me. I wouldn't have done this if I didn't think he'd show himself."
"So you did this so I could miss out on DINNER!? You bastard!"
"Well, you're right. I AM a fatherless son, after all..."
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on Jun 7, 2008 17:20:05 GMT -5
Cyndon cursed aloud as he saw the situation unfolding in front of him. His anger was enough to give him flash steps still, but would he be able to take Pantomime out in time to cut out the effect before Gwen died?
"Damn! I have to at least try!" Cyndon flash stepped over towards Pantomime and the both of them got into an exchange of blows. They hit crystal sword to invisible sword as they sparred. Sparks flew every which way as they connected, until finally Cyndon's anger reached the fever point again. There was a flash of white as Pantomime's sword seemed to have been hit out of his hand. This was Cyndon's chance!
"Ice Spike Slam!" Cyndon called aloud as he concentrated icy spikes appeared in his hands as he slammed them home in both of pantomime's shoulders. He had hit just the right spot to disable his arms, cinching the match for the both of them. He sighed as the gravity of what he had done settled in and his muscles immediately tensed and he howled in agony as he fell to the floor of the arena.
"I'll be fine... just give me a few minutes... i'll be able to move then." Cyndon exclaimed towards Gwen.
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Post by Sea on Jun 8, 2008 17:14:12 GMT -5
Gwen was released from the hold of the other Pantomime, and she rushed over to him. She knelt down, looking at him closely. "Are.. are you sure you're ok?" She couldn't keep the worry from her voice. She put her arms behind his back, and propped him up gently in a sitting position, before hugging him tight. "You're sure?"
The demon flashed back into the arena, but this time, a snarl decorated its face. More water came flooding in as it seethed with anger. It was up to a man's waist now. The creature transformed into the water once more, but would not wait as he had before. The water grew choppy, and quite suddenly, a great wave rose up behind Kerrain, and Maha materialized out of it. His claws were extended, his mouth opened in a roar, his entire weight coming down for the tackle.
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Kerrain
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Post by Kerrain on Jun 8, 2008 18:53:21 GMT -5
"Never fight a pirate in the water..."
Kerrain withdrew his magic as the black prison turned quite suddenly back into water. A chuckle escaped his lips. Play-time was just beginning for this corsair, and the kitten was going for the pounce. The pirate lowered his stance quickly and braced himself, using the ground as leverage. The tackle came upon him, and Kerrain shifted his body, using the water to let himself flip backwards and avoid the pounce. The wave's ripcurl rumbled behind his head as the pirate slapped his hand on the submerged ground and pushed himself back up into fresh air.
"You did that by the skin of your teeth..."
"I know."
Kerrain bent his knees and thrust himself up into the air and out of the water, his body sailing directly skyward until his momentum failed. He fell for a short distance as he flipped once more, his head pointing downward, his hands going into a swan dive motion.
"Etryrr ill quon!" ("Push the water.")
As the pirate came hurtling down from the sky, the center of the submerged arena started rippling wildly, which led to the water separating into a parted circle. Kerrain flipped once more as his feet graced the muddy arena ground, his left foot swinging to his left, as did his body. The water surged from Kerrain and pushed against the walls with roaring disapproval!
"Rensaku ill reo, hiken!" ("Spread the disease, now!")
The water stopped its movement and turned into the familiar solid black material. The water was gone from the arena, and was now blocked from ever getting back in from all sides. The expression on the pirate's face was not of amusement, but of anger.
"Coward! Hiding behind the water! Come and fight like a true brawler!" Kerrain yelled, his eyes turning from their normal brown to the black which covered the walls of the arena.
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