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Mary Sue
02-03-2011, 01:59 AM
The two contestants are materialized into an enormous room glowing with a blue light. The blue light emits no heat, and the 300 square foot room is incredibly cold. The floor of the room is pure black and covered in a slick layer of thick ice. There are no visible markings, or hand holds on the walls, but the floor looks to be made of large tiles underneath the ice. Dotting the floor are a series of smooth black columns that extend all the way to the cieling. A distinctly female voice comes through the speakers set high into the ceiling some 300 feet above.

"Greetings contestants. I am Mary Sue, you're judge. You will see that you arena is a perfect cube. There are no exists. It has been decided that you shall fight until the death, or until one of you forfeits or is rendered unable to move. All wounds, even death wounds, will be healed once the battle has ended. The winner of this match will then move on to the next round. You have fifteen days.....BEGIN!"

Her voice then disappeared with an audible click, leaving the contestants alone to fight within the freezing cube.

The Magnan
02-05-2011, 11:57 AM
For someone who had fire pacing through his veins, the coldness numbed inside.
'15 day Magnan, thats all we need,' was Blade Edge's swift reply to what the announcer said.
Magnafire was cautious about his movements, it may be a thick layer ice under his feet, but in nature Ice and Fire are not the best of friends. He also noticed the columns, and wondered how he could use them to his advantage, both as cover and a weapon. It was only then he acknowledged his enemy was nearby. Magnafire fire feared too things snakes, and ice, mainly as ice was only real weakness and his brother controlled ice, during a battle Magnafire recalled the ice climbing up his body, and then he wondered just who.... or what was he facing?

He placed a steady hand on the already eager Blade Edge and waited patiently.

DreamLand
02-05-2011, 11:14 PM
"Well my little Alk, I hope your rest was satisfactory. Your next challenge lies just ahead, after all."

Silence.

"Don't give me that silent arrogance! You may have done well in defeating that witch, but it was a victory far to closely earned. Had the judge not ended the fight there, your risky little tactic may very well have failed."

One word, in that over-complicated Athejin tongue of his. "And?"

"And? What foolishness is this!?"

"The margin of victory is irrelevant. I won, as I will continue doing until we both get what we want."

"Hah! You act so strong, but you should know better than to think that you can hide your fear from me! You sacrificed the privacy of thought years ago!"

A foul, hateful thought.

"Bah! The same to you friend. Just don't dare fail me!" And the voice was finished.

He knew my words to be true: he was fearful alright, even though he knew permanent death would not meet him. The Liloth had already brought back memories best left forgotten, and Amleth knew that more terror was likely coming to meet him. His desire to win pushed him forward, regardless of fear.

He made those final steps to the arena grounds, allowing himself to be spirited away once more.

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After a few moments, Amleth found himself once again in an arena. Rather than that strange temple from the fight before, the fighting grounds took the form of a single, large, mysterious room. The Alk took those first few precious moments before the fight to quickly inspect his surroundings:

The area was dark, but illuminated by a strange, blue light. The light did not appear to be interfering with his lenses, so he was glad for that.

Underneath his feet laid a thick sheet of ice, which he had the good sense to get a feel for. He kicked the ground, and small ice chips flew. He took a few steps, and retained his balance with little difficulty. The ice was sure to be slippery, but the ex-miner took comfort in the fact that his sturdy work boots were likely to provide him with an adequate amount of traction.

Also, quite curiously, there seemed to be black pillars placed about the arena at regular intervals. They were rather slim, and as of such, would make poor hiding places for himself. As his eyes scanned the area at large, Amleth came to the understanding that hiding, as he had done in the fight before, would not be much of an option this time. This did not bode well with him.

Other than the lighting, ice, and pillars, there was not much other notice to be given about his environment. It was far more simpler in design than the cathedral, and- It was only then, when his train of thought began to slow, that Amleth realized just how frigid this place was. It did well to remind him of the mines, where every now and again he would stumble across a pocket of ice or cold air. While he had some level of tolerance for the cold, the Alk knew that the longer the fight went on, the more susceptible he would become to inevitable numbness.

Eventually, as he slowly walked about the arena, his eyes came to see the man who he presumed to be his opponent; he stood approximately twenty feet away. This view was of the man's back, but even from this angle, Amleth was able to assume much of what he believed he needed to know. His opponent wore grand armour, vaguely reminiscent in design to the Templars of his world. The aesthetic style was very different, but he nonetheless assumed that it worked under the same principle: it provided a great deal of protection at the cost of drastically reduced speed. Perfect, Amleth thought. The lack of hiding places would be made up for by his opponents inability to keep up...or so he thought.

Then, a voice made it's presence known. Unlike in the previous battle, Amleth could not determine a speaker for this disembodied judge. It was a woman, and her instructions reaffirmed much of what he already knew. The one distinction, of course, being her mention of a set time limit. Fifteen days!? Surely this could not be correct! The Alk came to momentarily conclude that perhaps, the passage of time that this woman spoke from was different than his own...or perhaps it was just wishful thinking. Either way, he could not see the fight lasting anymore than an hour.

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The voice called for the match to begin, and Amleth was all to willing to oblige. He assumed that this armored man would not be one to fall for either his cigar or a less-than-friendly handshake, nor was he willing to allow such a large figure close enough to him in order to give it a try. Instead, Amleth pulled from underneath his coat a single stick of dynamite, and with a tare, reduced the fuse of this explosive to roughly ten seconds. He proceeded to light it, and then, with a strong, underhanded toss, allowed the potent explosive to begin sliding on the ice and towards his opponent.

Amleth began to run at half-speed towards his left, being careful as to not lose his footing and fall.

The Magnan
02-06-2011, 11:48 AM
He heard movement behind him, and as he turned around, he saw his opponent dart to the left, then Magnafires eyes looked down towards the stick of dynamite, its fuse was short, Magnafire had little time, but he drew Blade Edge, and in a fragile attempt he tried to knock it away, but he had been too late, the explosion of the dynamite through him back, and he slid further due to the ice, with his head ringing, and thick taste of blood in his mouth, he was glad to see his armour still intact, and as he carefully got to his feet, he heard Blad Edge, 'A miner with a bomb, in a place like this...'
"Means trouble,' whispered Magnafire. "But a premature explosion of sorts could be used to our advantage, his greatest advantage, is his greatest weakness," thought Magnafire.
Magnafire's began to charged a ball of fire in his none sword hand, the flames began to dance upwards as is gradually grew into its shape. Beneath the helmet Magnafire smiled. The more the Magnan used his fiery ability, the less likely this cube would remain a cube. "fifteen days..... We probably have seconds."

DreamLand
02-07-2011, 08:27 AM
As the explosive detonated, Amleth slid to a slow stop. He wanted to observe the amount of damage that he had inflicted, as to gain a better understanding of just what exactly he was up against. This was made somewhat difficult by the many pillars that served to partially obscure his sight, but not so difficult as to have him miss the sight of his opponent flying several feet. The swordsman managed to get back to his feet without too much delay, but the effect of the attack was still undeniable. The Alk was ecstatic. It had been a sneak attack, yes, but there was no reason to believe he couldn't just repeat similar tactics until his opponents armour - and bones - gave way.

That was of course, until Amleth's first impressions were once again proven wrong. With a continuous motion of his hand, the man had begun to create what appeared to be a ball of flame. The demolition expert spoke but with a disgruntled moan. So the man was a sorcerer of sorts as well, much like the foe before him? Even worse, early evidence seemed to suggest that he favoured fire magic, something that he could not help but become fearful of. Fire was his worse enemy, after all, for if just a spark was able to find it's way underneath his coat, he ran the risk of dying in a most graphic fashion. Not only that, but those same flames, with enough accuracy, could be used to trigger his explosives before they ever found there way anywhere near his opponent.

It was then, as Amleth began to debate his next action, that he finally realized the full circumstances to this fight: he could only attack his foe by giving him equal opportunity to attack him. Much like his vision, the pillars made indirect attacks nearly unfeasible. No, this was to be a game of cat and mouse, hit and run. He needed a way to attack quick and retreat just as fast, a solution, which, seemed fairly obvious for a change.

Pulling underneath his coat, Amleth withdrew a single shrapnel bomb. He ignited the ten-second fuse explosive, and began to run down his current column of pillars as he did so. Upon approaching a few pillars from the row of his opponent, he dived to the ground, feet first. He hit the ground with a thud, which cause him to lose the bomb he had hoped to throw. It's trajectory was still within the same row as he had intended it to be, only now, as the bomb was sliding on the ground as opposed to the air, the bomb was not likely to travel nearly as far as he had hoped it to.

The Magnan
02-10-2011, 04:02 PM
The bomb was in range of the miner, which meant Magnafire could detonate it prematurely, and if the miner withstood the blast, icy shards would possibly injure the man. Magnafire, threw the fireball in a arch, it cut through the air, as it travelled to the bombs location, as both collided the explosive power made even Magnafire step back slightly, he heard the ice crack beneath their feet but as of yet it remained relatively stable. He had hoped the explosion had caused sufficient damage, but he was concerned for the mans well being, he didn't want to kill him. As far Magnafire was concerned this a fight in which, one would be victorious and the other be gracious in losing. Of course not all men were like that, this man no doubt had different ideologies.

Magnafire took a few steps forward, he slippped on the ice, and as he fell back he reached for the column. It didn't save him. He landed on his back, and it seemed aggravate previous effects of the explosion before hand, Magnafire got to his knees, but he had partially blurred eyesight. Gradually it returned to normal. But not he now he had to be cautious.

(Im sorry if my posts are short, im not perfect)

DreamLand
02-12-2011, 07:18 PM
(Hey man, don't sweat it. No point in stretching out quantity if you're afraid that quality will suffer as a result.)

Amleth cursed himself as he used his shield to break his fall. This caused his body to slow significantly, and as his opponent had been quick on the counter, was able to detonate the bomb before the fumbler was securely out of range. The explosion itself left the Alk relatively unfazed, having had enough distance from the immediate blast, but the shrapnel and ice that flew forth caused him to sustain some small injury. This was in the form of some shallow cuts on his arms and torso, and was in no way life threatening. It stung, yes, but it did present a new opportunity for attack.

Now wishing to be in direct range of his opponent's fire magic, the ex-miner quickly got to his feet, as his opponent struggled to get to his. He did not go far, for instead of breaking into a run to create sizable enough distance for another bomb, he wished to but prop himself up against a pillar lying just a few feet away. As he was doing so, he began to moan in false agony, hoping that his opponent would be none the wiser.

He lowered himself into a seating position, before reaching underneath to secure the means to complete a most unsportsmanlike attack. Clutching a vial of his own blood, Amleth began to pour the crimson contents on the new tares in his clothing, making the wounds appear far worse than they actually were. He shattered the now empty container and quickly scattered the remains. Then, still moaning, he clutched his free arm underneath his coat, as if to show that he was reeling in pain. In reality, he was readying his flaregun in the event that his opponent tried to capitalize on something that simply was not there.

The Magnan
02-13-2011, 01:51 PM
Magnafire looked at miner who was sitting, the damage caused by the explosion seemed to have done its job. But then Magnafire remembered his training, animals play dead to surprise their prey. Could this be a trap. Magnafire stepped slowly forward, he had respect for this man. He is a miner, a clever one, too. This hadn't been easy.
Magnafire said to the Miner, "If your wounds are too great I suggest you give up... I'm not a heartless killer."

Magnafire was a rare kind of Magnan, and he hoped if the miners wounds were severe that he could survive. On different terms if this man was a soldier or sorcerer then they would have been no compassion. Magnafire edged forward with cautious, he raised Blade Edge into defensive stance just in case this man was indeed faking his injuries.

DreamLand
02-16-2011, 05:19 AM
(Sorry for taking so long on the response, I've been busy preparing for tests/ job searching these past couple days)

Amleth was able to tell that his farce was competent - to an extent, of course. The armored one had begun to approach him, but he did so cautiously and with his blade ready to strike out against any treachery. Such was not ideal, but it did him better than the blazing orb of fire his opponent could have lobbed instead. His actions thus far, had been somewhat expected.

What the Alk hadn't expected though, was any sign of mercy. The blood tactic that he currently used rarely brought any compassion at all, but rather, overconfidence. For a a warrior so intimidating in appearance to bring pity to battle, well, the Alk fancied it interesting to say the least. Hell, he almost felt bad for hoping to capitalize off of his naivety; almost.

The plated shell that his foe wore offered almost total coverage from attacks, save the inner region of his legs. There he only wore cloth, presumably so that he could maintain some degree of mobility. A flare to the face could be blinding, but a flare to the crotch could potentially set him aflame. The latter option seemed best.

Again though, Amleth was one unaccustomed to kindness. He felt that the man deserved, at the least, a few words despite the time it would take to utter them. He did not raise his mask, but spoke loudly and clearly enough so that he could be heard through the mask's muffling. "Politely", I twisted the miner's Atheijan tongue so that the dragon knight could understand.

"I'd like to think myself the same as you, but...well...there are always so many damn buts. I hate it." The moment that the last syllable left his throat, the deceiver drew his flaregun with blinding speed, taking no time to bother aiming at point blank. He pulled the trigger, the flare blazed forth, and Amleth rose to his feet. He began to run again, uncertain of just how much distance he could create, if any at all. A new plan had already begun to formulate in that sharp little head of his, but needless to say, he needed to determine just how to go about doing it while his opponent could bring hell itself down upon him.

The Magnan
02-17-2011, 04:28 PM
The final straw snapped in the mind of the Magnan. He raised his sword in a pitiful attempt to block the flare, whilst blinding him, it caused him to stumble slightly, and in it was in that stumble the Blade Edge offered him temptation...
Relinquish control.... give in to the raw power circling you, in all its infinite majesty.
Magnafire regained some of his sense of balance, still disoriented he heard Blade Edge again.
Show that mercy is for the blind, that incapsulated in your kind heart is the endless abyss of shadow
Magnafire listened in fear, of what Blade Edge was whispering.
Show him the true Magnafire...

Show him Erif Engam

The Traitor

Magnafire

As if reluctant Magnafire removed the Ring of Fire, and gave in to temptation. Instantly his walls broke in, the justice inside him was overcome by the corruption that bubbled in his heart. A gift from Dragon Elder Dercas. As gift which he now embraced. The raw surge of power made him glow, but it would leave him at times blinded. Magnafire's power was gradually starting to build.

And in thin burning air.

It roared.

A roar which could pierce and cripple a mind.

The Dragon was forming inside.

Magnafire let his heavy foot slam down on the ice.

No more pitiful games!, this is vengeance. Magnafire's eyes blazed beneath his helmet. His soul was now in the hands of

Erif Angam.

Mary Sue
02-20-2011, 04:32 AM
The match is now over. Congratulations on a battle well fought. I would have liked to see it play through to the end. There were a few things I would have liked to see happen, such as better utilization of the field: The pillars were there to help opponents slide across the ice and quickly change directions. However, I see that as my lack of description for not mentioning it.

Again, the match was very entertaining. Sadly, only one can move on to the next round. Congratulations Dreamland. You fought well, keeping the limitations of the arena and using it most strategically. You will advance to the next round.

Magnan, you too fought well. This was a very hard decision to make.