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Post by The Dragon's Son on Nov 9, 2006 21:40:02 GMT -5
I choose the stage, so you (DE) will make the fist move
A plateau, with no ropes. if you fall off, you die. Very small space 20x20 ft. Wooden so you can brake holes. But if the other person falls with, we continue in midair
I'll use my character Chris.
Now, you chose yours.
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Post by Dark Eclipse on Nov 9, 2006 21:46:10 GMT -5
I'll use Feric.
Feric surveyed the stage. It was perfectly suited for him, as long as he didn't charge, and that kind of a horse's nature wasn't in him. He drew his two longswords at the ready, taking a set of steps forward. Clip Clop! His hooves clacked on the wooden floor. Hollow. Better not get too vicious up here.
Feric stepped forward and made a scissor motion with both of his longswords. Chris dodged easily by ducking slightly, as Feric was much taller than Chris and his arm swipe came to about Chris' neck.
Feric grunted in frustration. He stamped his foot once, releasing a bolt of Earth Magic. The wood underneat Chris' feet cracked slightly, and Chris barely jumped out of the way as hole oppened up in the planks where he was standing. Chris rolled to his feet smoothly.
Feric charged again, trying a more complex combination of swipes followed by a stab. As Chris dodged the last stab, Feric shot a bolt of Earth Magic out from his sword, leaping down to Chris' feet at the boards. Chris stumbled backwards as the boards cracked again, right where he was standing.
"My turn" said Chris.
Feric prepared himself, taking a defensive position with his longswords, crossing them in an "X" position.
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Post by The Dragon's Son on Nov 9, 2006 21:50:13 GMT -5
(Make sure to put plenty of detail into the fighting posts- especially near the end, and even more especially if it is a serious/tournament battle.
Chris had nothing but a pathetic short sword, and dabble of magic. He surveyed his options carefully. His opponent was obviously an esperienced Centaur Warrior who knew what he was doing with those two longswords. Chris had never fought a Centaur before, but from sheer size he knew the Centaur would be formidable.
Chris stepped forward tentatively, then backed up again as Feric swung one of his Longswords, almost reaching Chris. Feric had a much larger range of attack than Chris. Chris almost didn't have a chance.
Chris took three steps forward quickly, and as Feric stabbed forward with both swords, Chris sidestepped and brought his shortsword down on Feric's longsword. The force brought Feric forward, for he didn't want to lose hold of his swords. Chris altered the direction of his stroke, now aiming for Feric's chest.
But Feric had his swords up even more quickly, parrying and sending Chris flying back with a strong push. Chris landed on his rump, only inches from one of the holes in the wood.
He quickly decided that his best hope was mostly luck, surprise, and maybe using his magic if he got a chance.
"Hope this works," he thoght as He drew his sword and aimed it at Feric, then he pulled it back and threw it as hard as he could. It cut through the air, spinning as it flew straight at his opponent...
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Post by Dark Eclipse on Nov 9, 2006 21:54:01 GMT -5
PHASE 2:
"What is he doing?" thought Feric as he raised a sword to easily parry the thrown sword.
Suddenly the sword curved downward, cutting Feric across the front left leg. Feric groaned. How did that happen? It made no sense at all. Lucky shot, he supposed.
Chris seemed as astonished as Feric was.
"Urgh... Die!" yelled Feric, forsaking his wounded leg and "charging" Chris.
Chris dove out of the way and Feric barely turned to avoid falling off the stage, reaching out and swiping Chris across the upper arm with a longsword as Chriss came out of his roll.
"What other surprises might this one have?" thought Feric to himself.
Chris managed to retrive his sword from Feric's leg, holding it out with two hands in an awkward position. His arm was bleeding, as was Feric's leg.
"TIme for a little something more..." Feric thought.
Concentrating his Magic, he let it roll off his fingertips into the air. The Earth Magic began to take form, first becoming a smooth pebble, then growing and growing some more, till at last it was a boulder about the size of a Dragon's Head. Using the magic once more, Feric sent the boulder hurtling forward at a stunned Chris.
Chris barely leapt out of the way as the boulder crashed by him, but his feet found no purchase on his landing. The boulder had ripped an enormous hole through the wood planks, and Chris was now hanging suspended above oblivion by two hands, holding on as tightly as he possibly could.
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Post by The Dragon's Son on Nov 11, 2006 22:47:03 GMT -5
Chris held from a plank of wood, and saw that his sword fell towards darkness. Looking back up at Feric he made an angry face at him. This cannot be happening, it cant, it cant, it cant! Chris thought to himself.
He began to swet as he noticed feric coming up on him. "do you like whats hapening?" Said Feric, looking Chris through the eyes.
Chris could only grunt, struggling to pull himself back up. soon he began to loose his grip.
"Are you having fun yet?" Teased Feric, ready to crush his fingers with his foot.
"the Time of my life" Said Chris And focused that the planks under him would catch Fire.
Instantly they did and incinerated from under him. Feric fell through, but took Chris with him. They both fell away from the wooden stag. "How do you like me now!" laughed Chris as he concentrated a ball of fire to fly towards him. Feric fought back with blocking it with his own magic.
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Post by Dark Eclipse on Nov 11, 2006 23:07:54 GMT -5
BATTLE PHASE 3:
Feric's sense of logic was litterally in freefall as he, well, was in freefall. The plank of wood had randomly caught fire, but he suspected that that lucky Chris had something to do with it... he almost knew it instinctively. It had to be- there was absolutely no other explanation.
Feric saw a fireball coming at him as they fell. So, the human still had some fight left in him. Feric conjured up a stone shield. The fireball splattered on it helplessly. He changed the shield into a stone javelin, hurling it at the hapless Chris.
Suddenly Chris dodged in midair, sliding around the javelin like an eel at play. Feric groaned. What was this now? Some sort of magic? Some sort of adrenaline?
Feric was falling much faster than Chris, and as he knew that he might soon die, he felt only rage to this Chris person. Who was this? Well at least Feric would take him to the grave with him... it wasn't everyday he met such a formidable opponent, though lucky he may have been.
Suddenly Chris' magic changed, using wind to slow both of his fall. The air magic caught Chris in midair, suspending him over inevitable death. Feric had the sense to use his magic to form a rock clamp around Chris' ankle, connecting the other end to his own arm. 388 pounds of muscle jerked on Chris and his air magic as Feric hung suspended as well.
Now it was Chris' magic versus Feric's: Both of their weight was rapidly pulling th eother down, with only their magic to keep them up. Feric used his free arm to wrench free a longsword from his belt and unwillingly copied Chris' move from earlier: sending his sword flying at Chris.
"Ha," Feric thought, "Dodge that while hanging suspended in midair with me pulling you down."
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