A Battle of Kings (Naz and Higurashi)

[Higurashi]

Mortha Varxis walked through the tunnel highly nervous about the fight to come. It would not be his first fight. He was simply nervous about his opponent. Most of the time, he could handle the terrain, especially when he knew what his enemy would be. The anticipation of finding out was killing him. Finally, a light shone at the end of the tunnel, and Mortha walked into the arena.

I was a spacious feild set in a bowl, with a large hill on either side. In the middle was a depression. The depression appeared to be shallow, though deeper than a man's height. In the middle of the water was an island with a single huge tree. The oddest feature of the scene was that the tree was pure white in the leaves. To add to the oddity on each hill was something like a tower.

Each tower was made out of some unknown material. They perfectly matched each other in contrast. One spiked, mysterious and black, the other was white, shining, and proud. In the middle of the top floor of each tower was a shining ball of energy which matched each tower's appearance.

Mortha headed down into the bowl. As he went down, he saw a vague figure on the other side of the bowl. As he looked, he also sighted two horses, one near to him, the other close to his oppenent. Due to the size of the bowl, it appeared the horses were for the participants. He mounted the one nearest to him, and set it off in his opponent's general direction.

[John]

The Witchking stared across the field, standing beside the horse. He had no idea who his opponent was, but it really didn't matter; as long as it wasn't a woman. AS long as it was a man, he couldn't be killed, and the pain he would no doubt receive form his opponent would be worth it in the end if he was victorious.

The scenery did nothing to impress the Witchking. He was partial to a much darker environment. If anything he felt it was too pretty and would look better with a large volcano in the middle. The thoughts made him feel a little sentimental and he decided he better focus as he saw the figure approaching the horse on the far side of the bowl.

The Witchking stood still and silent as he watched the figure mount the horse and ride towards him. Although he was more than a competent rider; though he would have preferred a Fell Beast, he thought it better to wait for just a bit.

Placing his hands inside his robes, the Witchking wrapped his armored glove around the hilt of the Morgul blade. It seemed like a waste, to use it for this. But until he knew a little more about who he was dealing with, it would be better for now to attempt to have an advantage. Pulling the dagger, the Witchking quickly mounted the horse and rode in the direction of his opponent.

He spurred his horse on as fast as it would go, riding hard to get into range. And the moment he was close enough, the Witchking stopped the horse and threw the dagger at his target, which was not his opponent, but the hose he rode.

[Higurashi]

As Mortha rode toward his opponent, he caught sight of his black robes. 'Now who would wear such a garb?' Mortha wondered. 'It seems rather weird, but ah, here he comes now at full gallop.' Mortha spurred his horse to a gallop aswell, speeding towards his opponent. As he drew near, Mortha drew his staff, and prepared to loose a bolt of energy. His plan was foiled by the dagger. It struck the horse in its right fron leg, just below the thigh. The poor beast shrieked in pain, and threw Mortha from its back.

As he flew through the air, Mortha loosed a funnel of flame directly at the opposing rider, hoping to catch him aflame and end this quickly. Landing in the grass, he hurt his left shoulder, bruising it at the least. Getting up, he felt it groan and ache. He would be able to fight, but in a less timely fashion.

Meanwhile,the horse was bucking and baying frantically trying to get the evil from its leg. As it passed the opposing rider, it lashed out with its front legs, possibly hitting to horse.It then continued onwards and tripped on a rock. Falling on its side, it rolled into the water. The water being a drop off, the horse was plunged into about six feet of water. It tried to get out, but its leg prevented it, so it swam, becoming weaker and weaker, until it drowned.

Mortha meanwhile was turned to face his opponent. "I don't know what you are," he said calmly. "But any being that would go for a hapless beast is ought to be destroyed." With that he rushed forward staff spinning in his right mechanical hand. His left was searching inside his bag for a vial of Greek Fire he had stashed away.

[John]

The Witchking smiled as he watched the dagger hit the horse of his opponent. However, the smile only lasted for a second as the fire shot at him, sent by his opponent as he tumbled to the ground. He had hoped to gain an advantage in taking out the rider's horse. Unfortunately, now he had to sacrifice his own.

The Witchking pulled hard on the reins, causing the horse to rear up on it's hind legs, taking the full blast of the fire. The Witchking of course let go of the reins and fell backwards off the horse, rolling to safety away from the now burning horse.

Slowly he rose to his feet and stared at his opponent. As the Witchking listened to his words and drew his sword as the opponent started rushing him. The staff didn't worry him at this moment. Obviously his mechanical hand offered him some skill in fighting, but the Witchking was skilled with a blade in figured he could parry a large number of attacks. What worried him was whatever his opponent was reaching for inside his bag. The Witchking had to be ready for anything and took up a defensive stance, his sword making a hissing noise and glowing with blue fire.

"You can't kill me," The Witchking's voice came slow. It was a low raspy voice and had a bit of a hissing sound behind it. The Witchking paused, coughing and clearing his throat.

"Seriously," the voice now sounded like that of a game show announcer. "You really can't. But you're more than welcome to try. But would you tell me you're name so I know whom I have the pleasure of humiliating today."

[Higurashi]

Mortha stared at his oppenent as they drew nearer to each other. He then spoke. "My name is Mortha Varxis." Then he drew closer twirling his staff. He also drew from his pack the greek fire that he had been seeking. It would be unwise to uncork the bottle at the moment. To most people, it would appear to be swirling smoke inside a greenish hued weighted bottle. To any experiencd combatent it would pose a serious threat.

Flourishing his staff once more, Mortha came within striking distance of the Witch King. It was not his day however. A rock seemed to leap out of the grass, catching Mortha's foot. He fell forward, managing to lock his right hand around his staff. The greek fire slipped from his grasp however. He tried to catch it, and only exceeded in uncorking it.

The liquid spilled over the grass and in the direction of the Witch King. Mortha watched it in seemingly slow motion, his mouth an oval of shock. He needed to act fast. It being his own variation of Greek Fire, he knew how it worked. It would only take a moment for the sun to heat it up enough to light the whole lot aflame. It burned hot, but not quickly. It was meant to spread even further as it burned, not lke a bomb, but more akin to milk spilling.

Scrabbling backwards, Mortha tried desperately to get away from the spreading pool of liquid leaking through the grass. In a desperate attempt, he used his staff, and some energy, to polevault away. It partially suceeded, but his staff, wedged in the gap and slipped from his grasp aswell. He landed with a thud a few meters away, his staff landing inbetween him and his opponent.

[John]

The Witchking snickered slightly as he watched Mortha's antics. He actually had to resist the urge to laugh, which he found easy to do as the liquid spread across the ground. The Witchking couldn't be one hundred per cent sure what it was; many possibilities entered his mind. But he did have the feeling it was going to explode in some manner; and he hoped it wasn't fire.

The Witchking backed up towards the water and started to move along it's edge. IF the liquid turned to fire, that would be bad. But worse would be ending up in the water. He also felt a little disappointed that this was the manner his opponent was choosing to fight him. He was also disappointed as he couldn't get to the staff without going into the liquid, not that the staff appeared to be of much use to him.

"You're off to a flying start Mortha," The Witchking called out calmly. "I can't help but wonder if you're not overly confident in your skill with the staff if you have to throw things at me." The Witchking continued to move along the water's edge, watching the pool of liquid expand.

"Just out of curiosity, what's the liquid do?"