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| Topic Started: Apr 22 2009, 09:34 AM (204 Views) | |
| Nayéla | Apr 22 2009, 09:34 AM Post #1 |
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A bitter wind filled the room with icy flakes of snow through missing segments of ancient wall. This was to be the arena in which Nayéla would have her first battle in the Seraraye Tournament. The environment was rather unforgiving. The driving wind would often bring in sheets of snow which clouded vision from time to time. Her opponent, Aether, was a Wind Elemental which put Nayéla at a disadvantage in those regards, as he could press this natural occurrence to his advantage. The area was quite an odd choice of location as there was no arena floor as such. Instead, the battle would be found atop small towers of rock, varying in height, which rose from the white abyss below. Perhaps this would be Nayéla's counter advantage, as she was well balanced and nimble on her feet. This skill was not usually put into practice, her other skills normally providing everything she needed to complete a goal, but might prove to be a crucial tool in the upcoming battle. Her aim was to have her opponent upon his back on the soft snow below, and between, the columns. In silence she stood atop a pillar, the balls of her feet carefully balanced upon the one surface and her hands slightly forward, palms out. |
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| Rettorick | Apr 22 2009, 11:12 AM Post #2 |
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Cold flakes of snow softly dropped through the air and touched Aether's body. As soon as the flakes touched the bare skin the snow melted, everywhere there were flakes and the wind picked up sending more of the blowing white into the room through broken walls. The chill air passed into the Elemental's body with every breath, he could see the exhale as it crystalized before his eyes. Crouching with one foot each on two stilts high above the snow covered ground he sat, waiting for the other contestant to make her move. Aether had never heard of Nayéla, however the Amber Wind was not going to let himself underestimate his foe. Gripping his staff in the center with his left hand Aether scratched his chin with his right. The heavy cloth of his shirt and pants was not a burden because he had removed them before entering the battle. All the had was his body wrap, from the arch of his foot to the center of his stomach, greater mobility. Slowly the Elemental rotated his staff betwen his fingers, tapping the two metal parts on the stilts that his feet rested on. Under his breath he muttered: "Tick tock My Lady, tick tock." Edited by Rettorick, Apr 22 2009, 11:18 AM.
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| Nayéla | Apr 23 2009, 08:53 AM Post #3 |
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Her opponent breathed rhythmically, sending streams of icy breath into the chilled air. He was watching her intently, the first battle could easily be the last of the tournament - for either of them. She caught him muttering something under his breath but either the volume or the wind denied her the words. With her natural senses somewhat dulled by the wind and snow, her focus shifted inwards. She was preparing both mentally and physically for the fight ahead. On other occasions, a battle could be to the death, which Nayéla had become accustomed to somewhat. On this occasion however, she would have to be careful to strike her opponent down, but not strike him dead. Despite this, she charged her whole body with the magical energy she stored between her and Eshe. This caused her skin to tingle, which usually only occured after using magic, not before. Nayéla was a very patient woman and would always be willing to wait, regardless. If her opponent was waiting for her to make a move, this season could pass and the columns upon which they stood would become dust. All without a blow being dealt. |
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| Rettorick | Apr 27 2009, 10:56 AM Post #4 |
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[[OCC: I'm sorry for the wait, I had a bad week. I hope this post makes up for the time it took to get it done. ^.^]] The constant clicking of his staff agaisnt the poles under his feet was starting to drag the Elemental into a state of hypnosis. With a sigh two things happened, a blast of icy breath billowed from between Aether's lips and he came to the conclusion that the clicking would drive him insane before Nayéla attacked. Grasping his father's staff in his left hand, the Amber Wind stood up and rotated his shoulders. There was a battle to get to and he would have to be the one to start it. Passive-agressive by nature Aether was a little hesitant to attack Nayéla at first, but he was in a Tournament. With a bow the Wind Elemental spoke his words loud enough for his foe to hear over the wind. "Best of luck My Lady, may the top contestant win." With a twist of his wrist the staff began spinning rapidly, a Tornado forming from the wind and snow. Aether jumped into the air and twisted his body around, the Tornado followed his staff untill another flick of the Elementals wrist sent it darting towards Nayéla. While the spell was still in mid-air Aether landed with one foot each on the same poles and his right hand griping the top of another, his staff held out behind him in his left hand his body tense and ready to spring. Edited by Rettorick, Apr 27 2009, 10:58 AM.
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| Nayéla | Apr 28 2009, 03:12 AM Post #5 |
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Her opponent changed his stance, raising his body to stand upright. He had little attire that would hinder his movements. This tournament was something to this man, so much could be gleaned. It appeared than any disadvantage or hindrance capable of being nullified had action taken against it to do so. A complete opposite to Nayéla, who had entered the arena in her usual attire which had obviously not been chosen with battle in mind. Aether bowed and with a strong voice, wished her the best of luck. In a manner that could be construed as rude, as he gave her no time to respond, he wasted no more time in getting this bout under way. With some precise movements of his staff, a tornado was summoned upon it, anchored in place. A gymnastic display set the tornado upon its path towards the female contestant. Her abilities lent her plenty of options to respond to this attack and not being one to waste much energy once she engaged in battle, decided to try to unnerve her opponent, if such a thing was possible. Without moving, her body turned as black as a starless night sky and as the tornado tore through the space she was stood in, a mass of feathers was scattered to the air. They lingered for a moment, before dropping below the surface of the pillars where they rushed beyond Aether and quickly recomposed themselves as the young woman, but now she was holding a staff of her own. With her back to her opponent, she also wished him luck in the tournament before deftly spinning on the column, intending on landing a quick blow to his side to knock him off balance. |
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| Rettorick | Apr 28 2009, 05:42 AM Post #6 |
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Aether's body was still tense as he watched his foe burst into new moon feathers, he smiled. The fight would be one that was worth while even if he lost, Nayéla was turning out to be a great spellcaster indeed. The Elemental watched his oponant reform next to him, her back to the Elemental. "Mistake number one." Aether pushed off with his right foot and hand at the same time, sending his body twisting into the air and landing on his powerful legs on two pillars outside the range of any physical attack, his body angled towards his foe. The woman started to speak, still with her back to the man, "Mistake number two." The Amber Wind's right arm started slashing the air, shearing blades of wind erupted from his palm and cleaved through his crystalized breath and continued on to the snow that was between him and his intended prey. |
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| Nayéla | Apr 28 2009, 06:49 AM Post #7 |
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Her staff met nothing, instead merely sweeping through an empty space where her opponent had been. At the very least, this fight wouldn't be a walk in the park. He was quick on his feet and his mind obviously matched the pace. 'Quite fitting for a wind elemental.' she thought. As her body ceased to turn, her opponents position became apparent. He was too far to attack with her staff from this position, even at full reach. However, she did not get any time to think. As soon as he had faced him, something caught her forearm, cutting her skin and caused it to sting sharply. An intangible amount of time passed between that and the next which caught her shoulder on the other side, causing a clean cut in both fabric and skin. As she stepped backwards, partly in surprise and partly in pain, she was hit several more times, chunks of her dress falling to the snow below. To defend herself, she raised a magical shield which crackled as the cutting air struck it. She looked down to her arm which now had a stream of blood running down it. It dawned on her she had been complacent, the fighters here of a different calibre to those she had fought on other lands. She would have to adjust accordingly. The ground shook and from the white overlay on the ground below tendrils burst forth and climbed up the thin columns to their peaks. |
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| Rettorick | Apr 28 2009, 10:07 AM Post #8 |
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Blood, the smell of it forced a smile to the surface of Aether's face. Shreads of tattered dress floated softly to the ground far below. Something once again let go in the Elementals mind, something human was slipping in and that something was not sane. A quiet chuckle caught in his throat as he watched the blood slide down his oponants arm, before the end there was to be more. Either his or hers it did not matter to Aether. Ramming his arms down to his sides the Amber Winds hands slipped into the clawed gauntlets that hung on thin strings. As his fingers fit into the leather and metal his body grew, muscle mass formed over the rest of his body. Compensation for the extra weight of the Black Dragon Cleavers. Aether brough up his right arm the claws of his gauntlet breaking the skin on his left breast and drawing pin points of crimson lifeblood. Slowly dragging the metal across his chest five bright red lines followed the path of the glinting steel. More lines, deep crimson lines, valuble lines ran down his chest in rivers of faith. Another louder chuckle was caught by the wind and taken before it could reach his foe. With a twitch of his left arm his staff went flying through the air and burried itself into a broken wall of stone. Some strange sound caught his attention, strange slithering sounds. Sounds comming from under his feet. Without looking down at all the Elemental jumped and wrapped his left arm around a loose chunk of the wall digging sharp steel into hard stone. Holding out his right arm a small bright ball of light formed in the palm of Aether's gauntleted hand. The ball drew energy from the Amber Wind and anything else in the area, Aether's blood as suddenly gone and the bright green ball turned bright crimson. Snapping his fingers a Crimson Cyclone Dragon erupted from the spinning orb. It's giant maw full of razor fangs and his paws boasting dagger claws, the red dragon opened it's deadly jaws and let out a terrifying roar. The beast charged forward a blur of red light, tearing claws and ripping fangs. Aether's laughter was loud, and not seemingly from the world of the living. |
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