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Koti~
02-20-2012, 09:59 PM
Thunga set about messing with his glowing object, smiling at the twisted object. He was interrupted as his servant; Hctib tapped him on the shoulders. Looking back, the thunder lord stared down at his servant, his eyes glowing yellow.

“What is it?” Thunga said, his voice booming around the room. Hctib cowered in fear, holding up the scroll from the higher ups, cowering from them.

“Good good, they are just in time for my new room” Thunga smiled wide, reading over the people, reading over the people. He looked down at the new maze that he had been working on happily, ready for the new workers.

..Both people entered the center of the room, cloth covering the walls and ceiling, a soft light bathing the room from above. Thunga appeared in a blaze in the center of the room, smirking at them both.

“Ah, the vicious Yynglyng. A race so proud as to turn killing into a beautiful art form. A race that I relish in watching them fight. And the Nightmare, a name I find fitting for them so well that it is a sport to watch them. You shall be here to test my new room. A room for pleasure. The walls are breakable, yet they will make the room more damaging.” Thunga smirked, then pulled the tarps down. The light flooded the room, glass walls reflecting and refracting the light around to an almost blinding set.

Thunga vanished in a burst, his laugh echoing around the room.

“As you see, the room is made of glass walls and floors. So you have a choice, break the mirrors to see your opponent, yet turn the floor into a glass strewn field, or keep the walls to fight your enemy, making it impossible to see.” His voice ended, the light intensifying some to turn the place into a complete blinding white room. It was a perfect 40 feet in diameter, 10 feet tall, and each pane of glass melding perfectly into each other.

((The room is a giant room of glass on the walls and floor. There is nothing but solid metal behind the glass. Once the glass breaks, it cannot break again, so there will be deadly shards of glass on the floor once broken, enough to puncture skin regardless))

At the roll of the dice. Jacogos goes first.

Jacogos
02-22-2012, 04:25 AM
I need serenity.. In a place where I can hide. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6OLUNB993Dw)


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Life.

Uai was no longer in the mechanical arena. Her breath caught as the feeling of renewal flooded her. She... was alive. She had barely had the chance to revel in the fact when the last arena began tumbling down, and now that she was motionless again... She relaxed, tension from the last battle melting away. Hah. Finally. Now... Where was she now? She peered about, looking for a clue as to where she was, but she found nothing but a deity that appeared in the middle of the room and...

Her eyes narrowed even more so than normal. So... She was to fight again. So very soon... She had barely come to grips with her narrow vic- She growled at herself mentally. It had been divine intervention that had saved her, not her own skill. For some reason, she still stood alive. For some reason, she had proceeded in this accursed tournament rather than the Doctor, an honorable man even to the end. Her brain still remembered traces of the Doctor's last words to her. Shaking her head, she forced her mind to clear. She was nowhere near prepared for this match, other than feeling completely rested in both body and mind. Sighing, she forced herself to focus not on the past, but on the present. Here and now. The match. The thing in front of her and the deity speaking to them both.

As the deity spoke, Uai took in her opponent as best as she could from a visual standpoint. He was cowled in a dark cloak. Typical. Shaking her head slightly, Uai scowled at the thing (she assumed it was a man of some sort but couldn't be sure) across the arena from her. "Only cowards hide behind masks..." She whispered, half to herself. She was vaguely aware of the deity moving.

Light.

Uai's brain hurt from the sheer amount of light that her eyes registered in the span of a mere second, forcing her to shut them and try to block the light out with her hands. She swore, wondering if she had been blinded. Removing her hands from her face, she slowly attempted opening her eyes, the process taking more than two minutes, and even then she could only squint into the blinding light that came from... everywhere, it seemed.

“As you see, the room is made of glass walls and floors. So you have a choice, break the mirrors to see your opponent, yet turn the floor into a glass strewn field, or keep the walls to fight your enemy, making it impossible to see.”

Uai swore again, still unable to see clearly. She went from an arena of utter darkness to this?! Madness! Whatever Ionor had planned for her, surely he would not have thrown her into such a setting as this after what she had already been through... Sighing, she had no idea what her opponent had planned, nor whether he or she was a caster or not. For the moment, she'd have to deal with reaction.

Poising herself, Uai cleared her mind, erasing all the unnecessary thoughts cluttering her brain. Her eyes closed, Uai waited on her toes, prepared to move at the slightest hint of offense, the faintest glimmer of a strike from anywhere in the room. She knew where her opponent would be coming from, or at least the general area. He or she may move to the side, but they were most likely as blind as she was at the moment. Until they started breaking glass, that is... She wouldn't risk that move until her opponent proved to be doing the same.

Car'mael
02-23-2012, 03:33 AM
One thing about being Summoned was that the timing always sucked. Terhon, with all his years of existence, knew this well. Just when one managed to sink a talon into something edible, a life he could drain, he felt the tug of a Summoning tied to the ring that bound his existence. Calling up his armor as he faded from the Fifth Shadow Plane, Terhon resigned himself to having to deal with this annoyance, preferably by making up for his lost meal by consuming the Summoner. And people wondered why a Summoned Nightmare was usually calmly irritated and slightly grumpy (and often hungry as well) on arrival…?

So it was in this mood that the usually dispassionate Terhon arrived into the draped room, a faint scowl to his face, an expression that deepened to a grimace as he felt the warm holy energy of a godly presence and spied the blazing figure. Nightmares, or Mara as they were nicknamed, had attempted to break away from the influence of such greater powers due to indifference towards the gods’ plans. It was still an ongoing issue as the gods didn’t want to leave them alone, and as a result no Mara liked gods, benevolent ones or not. Being Summoned by one was, in Terhon’s opinion, a complete pain in the tailfeathers and about as easy to deal with as washing tar out of hair. At least humans who Summoned could simply be eaten. Gods were unfortunately not on the menu, unless he wanted to become toast himself.

Considering he really had no desire to dance to the entertainment of the fiery man, the Mara floated where he’d been deposited in the room just a couple inches off the ground, simply telepathically sending the godly one his wry irritation, much like a disgruntled cat. The other creature present was not his concern, though he did note she was not exactly human but something new to him. He heard her mutter, but ignored it as pointless to his own interests. Her lack of clothing meant little for all that he had chosen a human mate long ago—Mara chose mates only on rare occasion, as detached usually towards sexual activity as towards most other activities they performed in their daily lives. This… Yynglyng-creature?… was on her own, and if she managed to escape this annoying god’s games, the more power to her.


Thunga smirked, then pulled the tarps down. The light flooded the room, glass walls reflecting and refracting the light around to an almost blinding set.

Thunga vanished in a burst, his laugh echoing around the room.

“As you see, the room is made of glass walls and floors. So you have a choice, break the mirrors to see your opponent, yet turn the floor into a glass strewn field, or keep the walls to fight your enemy, making it impossible to see.” His voice ended, the light intensifying some to turn the place into a complete blinding white room.

The first sudden and painful brightness drew a startled and angry hiss from Terhon, even as he flinched away—instinctively raising an arm to shield his usually night-attuned eyes and taking refuge from the light by wrapping in the spirit-energy of his robes, fading to invisibility as swiftly as he could. Like most predators, Mara preferred to hunt from concealment (in their case shadows and night) and strike the unwary. Light was not an ally but an enemy, often tied to heat which was a bane. In this tight, exposed environment and uncomfortable, even wary to start with, he felt at a disadvantage. His natural response was to retreat, reassess the situation, and regain the advantage before choosing to act if at all possible.

It was too bright for him, and after the second burst (and another frustrated and pained hiss) he resigned himself to keeping his eyes shut and cowl low, especially as it stayed so bright that even then he could see light through closed lids. The very intensity of the light felt all too hot to him, making him want to squirm like a bug on a hot plate and threatening a headache. Perhaps that was a punishment from the godly one for not wanting to play as that higher power desired. Well, too bad. Terhon had no wish to give the god satisfaction that easily, though he knew full well it might be inevitable. This god wanted them to fight like gamecocks for his pleasure? Not yet, if this Mara had any say! Stubbornness was inherent in their breed!

Ghosting backwards perhaps a couple feet in utter silence, Terhon reached out with his telepathy to locate his “foe”, using that sense instead of sight. This was not the first time light had been used against him, for all he disliked it. Plenty of foes knew his breed’s weaknesses and attempted to utilize them to their advantage, so either one learned or one… died. Yet in reaching to find her, he also sought to sense what he could learn from her, see if he could communicate with her—perhaps even ally with her, to the godling’s greater annoyance? What he might find of this Yynglyng-creature could vary greatly based on her species and her as an individual: from a complete mental block and shields of steel a strong or disciplined mind could create, to a softer inherent shielding he could merely speak to in this manner, to mild shields he could glimpse the occasional thought of, and even a weak and open mind that practically screamed their every move and intention to him. He had no idea what he might find, though he suspected she might feel his mental touch—some creatures did… If she was open enough, he would rather speak this way than vocally, especially in such a contained space and with his sharp hearing.

Terhon hoped secretly he could persuade her to bargain.

After all, he was still hungry.

Jacogos
02-26-2012, 05:01 AM
A moment of peace... (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6nev5exO6k&feature=player_embedded)


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Uai waited, still poised. For what seemed like hours, she felt nothing, her mind blank yet tense, her muscles tight but relaxed. Though it had only been a few seconds, eternities passed before things changed. It was only after she felt a faint glimmer of something reaching out to her mind that she realized that the attack would not be physical, but mental. Already reacting, Uai had her mental walls halfway up before she realized that the mental touch was not malignant, but benign. Curious, Uai loosened her walls, allowing the shallowest of contact any being could manage, training her thoughts to reveal nothing.

"Speak, entity, that I might know what you want of me. Try anything, though, and you will find my walls impervious to your probing," she said into her mind, projecting her 'voice' towards the other consciousness. It was a simple task, one that did not come from Uai being telepathic herself, but stemming from the being using its own telepathy on her.

Still, though, the Yynglyng stood ready, her muscles coiling in preparation for movement. She didn't trust this foreign mind any more than she could see it, and at the moment she could see nothing but her eyelids. She smirked at herself. As if she could see a mind.

Despite having allowed the being to speak to her telepathically, she wasn't quite sure she wanted to hear what it wanted to say. After her last experience with an alien species, she was tempted to say that this one would also attempt to 'talk her down', to put it in laymen's terms. However, she did not even know if this creature was similar to humans or not. Based on the oddness of the conscious now moving in the superficial areas of her mind, she figure it wasn't, but honestly she had not enough experience with aliens in order to know. Cursing herself for her lack of knowledge on this subject, she swore to herself that she would learn the imprint of every mind that came in contact with her in the tournament and see if she could differentiate between the different ones. Hopefully the races would not be THAT varied, in order for her to correctly determine which minds seemed similar as far as race went and which did not.

Smirking again, she found that she was turning this into an experiment. Great. Apparently that human had rubbed off on her.

Car'mael
02-27-2012, 04:09 AM
Intriguing.

The mind Terhon encountered was, indeed, the trained and powerful discipline of a multi-generation warrior with thick shields to match, a bit of a surprise from what—as he’d glimpsed of her—a young and defenseless humanoid from the Material Plane. That she was allowing him enough entry to convey a message spoke of her curiosity. That she was attempting to threaten back spoke of her tenacity and suspicion. That she was this strong in her shields spoke of her being more than a mere humanoid race from the Material Plane but a creature of unknown abilities that (considering the godling had bothered to pit them against each other at all) must be of some serious prowess. Or at least capable of harming him. She was no rabbit, that was certain. Yet her response made his lips quirk slightly at one corner.

She had just confirmed she couldn’t see, either. Considering her earlier mutter about him hiding behind his hood, surely her contempt for concealment would have made her remark at his disappearance. As it was, her comment was defensive against attack, the response of a creature feeling disadvantaged.

No, she would be unlikely to agree to alliance when this paranoid, and hardly likely to be convinced with her martial background. On top of it, she was rather rude for such a young creature, making him all the less inclined to bargain. Politeness was something he held in good esteem, especially politeness under stress as it held a certain dignity. Not that he blamed her about not trusting him—who ever trusted a black-robed Death-like specter that moved soundlessly? In fact, telepathy was a necessity as otherwise he had an annoying tendency to cause people to lose certain odiferous bodily functions…

Just as well that Mara did not care for social calls.

So, what to do? Terhon could simply ghost behind her and swing a wing, and try bisecting her that way to cut a swift end to this godling’s “sport”. Yet he doubted this could be as easy to end as that. Besides which, that would not be much of a meal, and he was still hungry. To just strike her and try draining her would immediately cause her to struggle and strike back at close range, not the safest way to take on an opponent of unknown abilities. If she had the touch of a fire-mage, he would be dooming himself by such a strike. Another option would be to announce his actions and fight blind, but he did not care to linger in such intense light and gain himself further headache besides the opponent he faced. On top of all that, he had no wish to give the godling immediate gratification by diving into a fight with any of those options. Of course, it was highly unlikely they would be allowed to leave unless one of them was nearly slaughtered, especially as this child had such a stubbornly-defensive and rude attitude as to make alliance unlikely. So that brought up bargaining, if only for a change of battlefield and to add to their captor’s annoyance.

It was worth a try. If nothing else, trying amused Terhon.

<Child, I do not waste time by toying with the minds of others,> he returned, his own mind heavy with age and tinged with an inhuman ring to the very “words”, yet not bothering to hide his wry amusement at her assumption that he would use this to attack. <I wish to offer a brief bargain. I offer to break one of the wall mirrors to ease the eyes, at no harm to you—indeed, to shelter you myself—but in return, I request to nip your hand a moment. Afterwards, if you wish to fight as dogs in a pit, even as this godling wishes of us, so be it.>

Allowing her to ponder that a moment, Terhon used his telepathic sense of her location to float silently closer towards his opponent, intending to swing around her and stand but mere feet behind her. It would be the ideal location for his next move, regardless her choices made—he could strike and end her swiftly, or whip a wing around her to shield her from flying glass when he struck at the wall. He certainly would not summon up his glaive for this fight, not in such close confines. But the Mara hoped he could at least get a starting snack before they got to a exchange of blows.

It would give him an edge, should she indeed prove a challenging opponent.

That made Terhon’s smile quirk slightly higher. He liked challenging prey. They made the past thousand-plus years… interesting.

Jacogos
02-29-2012, 04:49 AM
You lost The Game... (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bw_90cpuOM4)


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Uai's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she heard the creature's voice. Quite obviously she was not facing another human, though the species, as she suspected, she could not place. It simply seemed... old. It spoke to her, offering her a bargain that honestly seemed to be rather one-sided in its advantages. At first thought, she couldn't place what possible gain the creature would get from this deal, but after a moment's clear thinking, she realized that the creature must either learn something from the nip, or drain energy from her.

Realizing this, Uai also thought of the possibility that this being, which she would assume is a he based on the voice's pitch, was attempting to double-cross her. There was the simple possibility that he would not break the mirror at all, as it could very well be that he could see perfectly. Of course, had that been the case, she assumed he wouldn't be wasting time with speaking to her first...

Uai pondered these things for quite a few moments, realizing that the being was waiting on an answer. Resuming her vigil, Uai noticed that the being's conscious seemed more powerful behind her now. She swore silently and turned to face her opponent. He must be able to move absolutely silently in order for him to have circumnavigated her that well... Possibly teleportation? She couldn't tell. If only she had been paying more attention... Cursing herself for being far too trusting, Uai spoke to the being again.

"I accept your offer, being. Be quick about it, as we are wasting the precious minutes that these gods tend to limit us on." With that said, she held out her right hand, palm up, towards the Mara, her eyes still closed. However, she was already preparing her Ghosting form, the magic needed on standby if she needed it. From what she assumed of the creature, it was more physical based in its attacks, as it was needing a touch for... something. She wasn't yet shifting into her Ghosting form, but she was ready.

With that in mind, Uai once again poised her body for movement. She wasn't sure how this creature would actually react to her answer, and it was healthy to be prepared for dishonorable tactics. While the age that this creature was bespoke of wisdom, honor did not necessarily come with that age, and Uai still had to be careful about him. Her sense were on red alert as she waited for the inevitable rush of the creature swinging its weapon at her. Should it do so, she was prepared to move.

She would hold up her end of the bargain, though.

Car'mael
03-01-2012, 03:12 AM
A bit of background music... (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VoaUYcwEpSw)


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She was leery of him. This Yynglyng-creature had shot her answer back with the defiance and impatience of any wary young creature facing an unknown threat, not truly trusting him to keep true to his own bargain despite his assurance and amusement when stating that he did not play telepathic games. Then again, she was right to be cautious and suspicious, as wording was everything to a creature such as he, Summoned and Bound to serve so often to others. It wasn’t what you said that mattered. It was how you phrased it.

She was unnerved by him. His repositioning behind her made her change her own position—perhaps it had been that he had radiated enough of his amusement that she picked up on it with her shields currently lowered to talk, or her bare skin had felt that ever-so-faint movement in the air of him shifting there, or perhaps she (like many creatures) were simply sensitive to the heavy and foreboding aura of an otherworldly predator such as he. Regardless, his new location was certainly one to add that ever-so-faint hint of alarm in her response and her defiant words.

Terhon almost had to laugh. All was right in this makeshift arena if she was reacting this way. It was the crazy ones who sought to hug him that scared the Mara.

Content with the Yynglyng’s paranoia, Terhon ghosted a several paces ahead and to the left (his strides likely bigger than her own), reaching back and under his hood to grasp his bird-like mask as he did so. Drawing the metal-feathered mask (which doubled as a face-protecting helm) down over his face, Terhon intended to protect himself in both the breaking of the mirror as well as the likely ensuing battle. He paused to yank off one of the four-inch feathers from it. The Mara’s pole arm was useless in this confined space, and he had no wish to be within range of a return blow when he “bit” this unfamiliar foe. However, a Mara was never truly weaponless. And yanking a decorative feather from his mask spared him the pain of pulling out one in his wings.

Terhon intended to have his snack, regardless if she held true to the bargain or not.

With the sound of a thousand swords being drawn, the Mara opened his metal-feathered wings through the insubstantial concealment of his robes, fading back into visibility (far as any could see in the bright room). His right one made a sharp scraping sound as it cut down into the glass of the floor-mirror while he slowly partially mantled it to protect the Yynglyng from flying glass, as promised. Angled just right, it should deflect debris from his blows breaking the panels. The left side one he drew forward, spreading it wide ahead…

…then swung out to the side, essentially slapping the wall in the center with a backhand-sort of blow. This allowed his wing to strike the glass heavily with the sharp tips of his many metal feathers, like a thousand swords ramming it point-first. The silvered glass shattered with a resounding clatter, large chunks crashing to the floor and pieces scattering, making bell-like ringing sounds as they struck his armor through his robes and were deflected by his other wing, some hissing as they slid across the glass of the floor-mirror.

Instantly, the intensity of the light in the room faded a bit, so that Terhon’s closed eyes found darkness again. That was an encouraging sign, enough that he dared crack open his eyes slightly, squinting, trusting his insubstantial robes to shade his vision enough at this time. It was still annoyingly bright, but it would do for observing his opponent better. So, sheathing wings again, he turned slightly to his right to face the naked “child”…

Ah, how nice. She literally was offering him a hand up in this conflict. It was extended nicely into the air straight ahead, palm up.

Swift as a thought, Terhon drew that loose feather back and flung it at her outstretched hand, aiming for the palm itself with intent to impale it. Being tall offered a lovely downward trajectory, and standing to her left allowed him to take advantage of an ever-so-faint left-hand tilt to her palm.

Time for a brief brunch.

Jacogos
03-04-2012, 04:10 AM
First strike is deadly!! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ig14jYmk5v4)


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Uai received no response. Tensing slightly, she waited for the tell-tale movement that signaled an attack. None came. Instead, she felt the slight shift in air current as her opponent moved closer. Well, a little closer. She no longer felt his conscious in her mind, so she bolted her mind walls up again and waited for the sting of his 'nip'.

All of a sudden there was a horrible grating sound, metal upon metal an infinite amount over one another. Flinching from the sound for a bare moment, Uai half-opened her eyes before hissing in pain from the brightness again. Still no less light... She hoped that that sound was of him holding up his bargain... She couldn't tell. For a moment, she realized just how hopeless she was in this predicament. In all honesty, the thing could've probably had its way with her and been done with the whole thing before she had a chance to react... Shaking herself mentall, Uai tried to clear her mind again. Even in the last arena, she had hardly felt this... Crushed. Even while losing...

CRASH!!

The mirrors shattered into pieces as something attacked the glass. Without much more warning than the metal grating sound from before, the light lessened, becoming much more bearable, at least from the direction she was facing. Opening her eyes slowly, Uai took in her new surroundings. In front of her, the wall of metal stood bare as mirror shards fell away from the beings... wings. Her eyebrows raised slightly. Where had those come from? Surely she would have seen wings, even under that cloak... Apparently, she didn't, though, as they were indeed his own wings, coming from his body out from beneath his cowl. She figured it couldn't fly, but those feathers looked sharper than most of the swords she had the misfortune of dealing with... She would have to be careful, lest she get split in half. At least I would have heard that coming, she thought.

It was at that moment that she caught a glimmer of light towards her left, just a few seconds before the feather pierced her palm. Wincing ever so slightly, she watched as the feather stuck about two inches into and through her hand, blood welling up from the puncture and out the other side. With the deftness trained long years in her monastery, she plucked the feather from her wound and flipped it away, listening as it clinked on the glass still present below them.

"Wonderful. Now that that deal is over with... Let us dance." She smirked and hopped away a few feet, her hand still palm up, pooling the blood as it continued to try and pour out from the wound. She realized that the intensity of the light was still extremely blinding when coming from the opposite side, as the mirrors there were still intact. So, as long as she could stay on this side of her opponent, she could keep him at least a little more blinded than she herself was... As it stood, she had to squint.

Feeling certain that she had come off better from this bargain, Uai stopped moving about five feet from where she had been and began to control the blood from the small blot on her palm. Though only enough for a few, Uai brought up the blood and shot it in small needles at the Mara, no more than ten flying in a small cloud. They could barely puncture human skin as is, but upon impact they would splatter, which could corrode his metal wings very quickly if left untended....

As that attack commenced, she surveyed the glass shards, beginning to plan her next move accordingly.

Car'mael
03-05-2012, 01:40 AM
You want to dance? (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_1T5_R89yzc&feature=related)


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The Mara licked his lips under his bird-like mask as his feather clicked to the floor and slid aside with a hiss across the glass surface. His taste was brief but enough to replace perhaps a feather once his body processed that energy for its own use. Her life-force tasted pretty good, actually, not too different from humans, yet given the delicate bouquet of some magical ability and the bitter tang of some kind of spiritual powers. The latter he must stay wary of, Mara being far more vulnerable to spiritual attacks than brute force...

Still, Terhon would have to recommend Yynglyng as being added to their official menu when he returned to his home plane. Other Mara would be interested to know.

The Yynglyng announced it was time for their fight, calling it a dance. In that, Terhon had to agree, sensing her mind moving and hearing the soft scuff and scratch of her feet on the glass-strewn mirror floor. She was definitely light on her feet. He did not need to see her well to sense her change in position.

Nor did he need to see her well to sense her next move. After all, she announced her intentions to fight, which meant an attack—yet she was cautious not to approach him for close combat. That was a wise choice on her part, or so he conceded as a fellow combatant. She could likely see him better than he saw her in this glaringly-bright and sun-hot room, but he saw enough to catch movement, and her only option at that distance was to throw something his way, be it item or spell. Gods only knew where a naked woman might pull any item from, but after over a thousand years of killing other species, Terhon simply accepted this as possible and did not waste mental effort on debating physics and probability. Especially considering his species had ongoing issues with gods, for whom physics, probability, and even reality were not limiting factors.

Instinct made Terhon fling up his right-hand wing as a shield against whatever-it-was, and he heard the patter of the needles splattering against metal feathers on the wing-shoulder like rain. Swinging the wing back where it belonged, that very move shook a bit of the blood off to the floor, though most remained. A shame, truly.

Terhon actually liked the physical taste of blood, as well, not just that of the life-energy in it.

No matter. He would rectify that easily, and there was no point in giving her a chance to use her spiritual abilities on him. The Mara thrust down with his heavy feet, smashing the mirror beneath them into crumbles and sending massive cracks across the rest of the floor as he launched himself at the girl! His armor protected him from glass shards and that brief bit of purchase gave him additional momentum in his attack; his promise was concluded, so he cared nothing about her feet. As he dove in for the kill, metal wings swept open and around to start swinging in at her like razor-edged saws, his taloned hands extended towards her to impale and tear. Bird-like feet, having given him that initial thrust in addition to the propulsion of his robes, began to rise under his robes as he crossed that distance, talons opening like a bird of prey about to pierce a target. He had no need to see her well when he could use his telepathy to home in as easily as a bat on an insect.

Mara tended to perform a dance of death with their dinner dates, slicing them to ribbons with wings or driving talons in deep or rending apart with claws. It made for few second helpings, unfortunately, and definitely no second dates with the creature in question.

To Terhon, the meal today was quite enticing—Yynglyng, nicely sun-warmed, on glass with silver garnish.

Bon appetit.

Jacogos
03-08-2012, 04:21 AM
And now for something completely different... (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZKiTDCYbys)


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No surprise that the demon-thing managed to block her attack. She hadn't honestly expected it to be that damaging of an attack. It did manage to stick to his metal wings, though, and that would yield results in time... If she managed to stay alive that long. Realizing that she was due for retaliation, Uai prepared for the reversal.

His preparation gave away what he was planning to do. He slammed his feet into the glass floor, which cracked the entire floor room-wide. Some of the cracks appeared under Uai's own feet and she was vaguely aware of her soles being cut by the glass. She winced slightly, but her mind and focus were on other things. The Mara was launching himself towards her, easily covering the distance between them in a matter of moments. Uai had to think fast, faster than fast. Immediately she was aware of her bleeding feet and, mere seconds before the beings blade-like wings shredded her, Uai launched herself upwards.

Her leap was more or less straight up, but her calculations were correct enough. The tip of the Mara's wing clipped her shin, opening a light, but bleeding, wound on her leg that she planned to use in convergence with her bleeding feet and hand. If the Mara did not change its velocity immediately after she jumped, her trajectory would land her directly on the monster's back, between where his wings were. If this happened, she would immediately use the blood in her hand to attempt ripping a tear in the being's cloak. Then she would quickly, while she still had the chance, move the blood from her other wounds through the tear and onto the Mara's wings and hauberk. Since she still had control of the blood, she could soak it into the metal and attempt to speed up the process at which it corroded the metal while she still could hang on, but no doubt she'd have to withdraw soon, either by being thrown off or dodging a counter attack.

This all hung on whether or not she landed on the being in the first place. If not, she would stumble a bit on impact with the glass again, then immediately about face and send a 'blade' of blood at the Mara, attempting to shred that cloak and get some blood on the metal beneath. The 'blade' would be a sort of flat crescent that moved parallel to the ground, about chest height off the ground. After that attack, she would quickly begin re-situating towards her left, flanking the Mara in an attempt to put herself back on the non-blinding side.

Car'mael
03-10-2012, 03:13 AM
Not exactly the kind of angel you want... (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LG_bXboky1M&feature=related)

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When she leapt up, Terhon hunched down, wings starting to retreact to his back again. His right one was slowed in folding because her blood had begun its corrosion into the metal feathers, adding an uncomfortable “warm” feeling much like nasty sunburn as it started eating a hole just below the wing-shoulder. Taloned feet extended for the floor again for traction and to halt his momentum, digging into the broken glass and send large shards flying up like ice skates cutting into a cracked pond. Twisting a bit sideways like such a skater into a halt, the Mara was crouched at first.

For the very briefest moment in time, Terhon felt again a faint taste of her blood on his feathers as that wing cut her shin, the ensuing flow of life-energy much like the sugar rush of a piece of chocolate. But again it was only a pittance for his efforts, more a mere handful of Hershey’s Kisses to the stab’s full bar, and certainly not enough to do more than perhaps aid another feather soon. Then it was over.

A shame. She tasted good.

She had landed on his back, but there was nothing to grasp (unless she wanted to try the feathers behind the bird-mask, but they were razor-sharp as those on his wings and would cut hands to ribbons for trying). The robes were more optical illusion than substance—so Uai’s blood-blades sank in without any resistance whatsoever until they hit the smooth metal scales of his hauberk beneath. A slight change of angle as she slid was enough to dig under and between that scaled armor to the flesh beneath, drawing tar-like black blood in stripes as they sliced down with her own descending trajectory and slowing her landing slightly. However, they did not strike directly to spine nor directly between wings as intended but a bit to his left and lower, from just below ribs to buttock. The blood-blades started additional corrosion to the armor around their slashes, like rust eating at an older car, making a vulnerable section to his armor. In the end, his reflexes saved him from being paralyzed but still those blood-blades cut into back muscles and hip.

Terhon hissed like a steam engine’s frustrated cry at the pain. The impudent female! How dare she cut him instead!

Instinctively moving sinuously to reverse his turn into the direction of his pain, he lashed out with his left hand’s claws to drive her away from his wounded side even as that wing’s long feather-blades continued to fold against his back under the concealment of robes, partly protecting that area by covering it half-way. As Uai slid off him entirely, his own blood pattered to the shattered glass by her feet, thick and sluggish and reeking of frankincense and myrrh. The wounds burned as if cut by heated blessed steel.

Blood, to a Mara, was Life. Their own was concentrated from the energies they fed on. Losing it annoyed them because they valued the lives they had taken and losing a lot of it pissed them off.

His own anger rising, Terhon continued with his turning momentum, straightening as he began to face her, whirling in place to take her head-on. One clawed foot staying imbedded in the glass and metal of the floor like an ice-skater’s toe-tip pirouette, the other rose to lash out and either slice or grasp like his hands. He followed her mental shields like a pit viper following body heat in the glaring brightness of the room.

The Mara would have her repay for the blood she cost him.

Uai’s earlier contribution, however, now began to be of service, though—the errosion of the feathers in his right wing slowed and stopped, the corrosion halted by his healing ability and the small life-energy she had provided him earlier.

Jacogos
03-10-2012, 05:43 AM
Let no one survive! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=POJzyR2NOZA)


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It was satisfying to feel the being bleed like anyone else. Feel more so than see, as the blinding arena was still too much for her poor cat-like eyes. Thankfully, she could still see enough to maneuver the blood to her bidding, which was saying something. Her attack complete, she now had to switch her mindset into defense.

His retaliation came immediately, so she still was not quite ready for it. His claw flung out as he spun, catching her across the left breast and mid-abdomen, causing her to hiss in pain, her mental barrier slipping for a mere second. She got her focus back almost immediately, though, and skipped backwards as the Mara's talon shot out in a follow-up attack. Uai was now facing the being across the arena with the mirror-less wall to her right, his left. With a little more than ten feet between them, Uai had a moment to think.

The blood was working well enough, but now she had to make a decision. She could go defensive and wait for the monster to corrode more by going into her Ghost mode, which wouldn't allow him to get much of anything as far as hits went. She could also go more offensive, bringing out her spirits to maximize how much damage she could do by alternating between using her spirits to attack and soaking him with their blood. Those, or keep on attacking as she was, forgoing the time necessary to actually summon the damn ghosts.

After a brief moment's pondering, Uai decided on offense.

Forgoing a preemptive attack with the blood so that she would have time for the summoning, she drew the blood on the field to her into a ring around her, then closed her eyes and began a quiet chant. It was short, upbeat, and pulsing, at a steady one-hundred seventy beats per minute. Her mind stayed open to the possibility of an attack while she was focusing, so she opened her eyes once she was certain the summoning was along enough that she didn't need complete focus.

"Spirits of old and spirits of night,
I call for your aid now in this glorious fight.
Surrender to my will as I call you out
And allow me to destroy this insufferable lout!"

Her chant complete, there was a chill in the air as the spirits began to funnel into the arena, barely visible (http://smbproductions.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/crow.jpg) through the astounding amount of light in the room. When they began to circle around Uai, though, they seemed to become more substantial, easily showing up against the bright background they blocked out. Their red eyes flashed violently when the took note of the Mara, and Uai continued to murmur the chant as they filtered into the room.

Now it was a game. If he charged her now, Uai's spirits could easily tear into him, surrounding him like a murder of crows. However, he could wait for her attack and retaliate while she was overextending her spirits. Hopefully he did not realize that, though, as she double-checked her mental walls to make sure they were solid. They were. So she would wait, hoping beyond hope that he would slip up. However, something in the way he looked at the spirits told her that it would not be that simple... If anything, he was more wary... Interesting.

Car'mael
03-11-2012, 08:41 AM
Life... but not as we know it... (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YxaaGgTQYM)

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The talon that raked her bit satisfyingly into flesh and drained more life-force, much to Terhon’s satisfaction. A decent hit, though she evaded the rest of his following blows by moving back for the far side of the room. He stopped, facing her, licking her blood off his talons with his tongue like a cat under the hooked beak of his mask. Yes, that would stop the bleeding of his back soon, even if it wasn’t enough to replace or heal beyond that.

The Mara paused to reassess the situation, even as he savored her taste. It was a good thing he did, for she did something odd…

The Yynglyng drew… blood to herself, making it slide off the glass by his feet and away. Now that finally explained where she was gaining her weaponry from, if she could manipulate such! Until then, Terhon couldn’t figure out what she was using against him, but she clearly had some means of attack. To be able to manipulate liquid like that, though, well, that put her on par with a water-mage in his book. Not exactly a foe he usually enjoyed facing. Still rather entertaining and likely to be an intriguing opponent all the same. Good thing he licked his claw when he did, or there would have been nothing to taste as a tangible treat at all!

His anger calmed to more observation than emotion as he watched it swirl around her, though he frowned slightly as she began chanting. He noted her mental shields were down while she focused on the chant and shrieked mentally a protest at her, the cry akin to metal claws on a blackboard, meant to distract and disorient (even now, he had no intention of attacking her mind outright--such was not a practice by Mara out of respect to the creatures they fed on). It did her no harm and certainly didn’t slow her down, but he could not abide any Summoning easily. Being a creature often Summoned himself, the Mara was disgusted that she would dare pit such against him—this was no fight of their choosing.

She was definitely Summoning… something. Well, some “things,” plural. He could sense them manifesting and whirling around her like a small cloud of birds, much as he could sense her mental shields with his strong telepathy. Spirit-creatures, by the mental presence they gave off. What limited ability he had to see them with was more akin to faint shadows flicking between the bright mirror and himself, annoying by making that flicker but lessening the light’s intensity somewhat as they gained substance.

Being of a more spiritual nature by breed, Mara were a bit more vulnerable to such creatures. His robes certainly were as easy to tear as paper, leaving openings in his visual protection. His armor handled such worse than it handled a dragon’s strike--no doubt they could bite into his metal like soft or rotted wood, and worry their way easily to flesh beneath. While he might have some ability to drain their energy and try to chase them off this plane the sooner, it was of no use to his own health--the opposite, in fact, with a tendency to make him ill like bad food upset a human. He wanted them to stay as far away as possible in that case, even though typically he closed in with foes to tear and rend and slice. Those would shred him just as efficiently, unfortunately, and weren’t worth risking proximity to at this moment when he had other options.

Terhon frowned a bit deeper and didn’t wait for her to fully finish whatever she was doing with the new spirit-creatures, reaching under his robes to rip out a handful of three to six inch feathers from his right wing’s shoulder. With a cast of his hand he flung the whole handful like daggers at her, hoping at least a couple might get past the small creatures and the blood she controlled and into her flesh.

Not waiting to have a result, he huddled in his robes and slid back into invisibility, pushing off to his left with a taloned foot on the glass.

Time was on his side. If the Mara could keep wounding her, he could outlast her, her own life-force bolstering his own. If his own feathers were not sufficient, he could throw glass at her as well to wear her down sooner. Those spirit-beasts were what concerned him, though if they were attacking him, that meant she was likely more vulnerable to his strikes at that moment.

Hmmm… that last was an interesting option to consider if the situation turned desperate...

Jacogos
03-13-2012, 11:01 PM
I'm gonna laugh when I'm buried alive!! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eye2-co2ZY8)


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The Mara's piercing shriek actually did not catch her that much off guard. While her guard was down, she had little doubt that some sort of mental attack would come. In essence, it did little to delay the spirits summoning, but it certainly did chill her spine. The blood that was ringed around her shivered as well, off of the connection that the liquid had to her thoughts and will. She knew the being would notice it, and she would NOT allow it to take advantage of the momentary lapse in confidence.

In any case, it was only mere moments before the spell was finished that the Mara reached into its cloak and flung a few objects at her. She was still rather blinded by the light of the mirrors, but the light also glinted off of the steel, so she could pick out where they were at least. This allowed her to prepare her defense.

The projectiles were still in the air when she felt the spell complete, and she could fully turn her attention to her hemokinesis. Seeing the path that the steel objects were taking, Uai used as little blood as she could from the mass, using mostly the Mara's tar-like blood, and forced the blood to congeal into small plates. She positioned the plates in the objects' way, blocking three of them while letting another sail harmlessly past. However, she miscalculated the fifth, which seemed like it did as the fourth had, but actually clipped a bit of her platinum blonde hair.

Uai watched the strands float to the glass below, and felt a stab of anger. She repressed it, though. Whatever amount of vanity she had elsewhere was wasted on the battlefield. Forgetting about the slight against her ego, Uai began a counter attack.

Letting go of the plates of congealed blood, the three floating defenses dropped to the ground, the congealed blood useless to her at the moment. It took too much energy to uncongeal it, as it was going against the grain that nature had set forth. As she did this, the Yynglyng noticed that the projectiles were actually metal feathers. She stared for a moment. From his own wings? She shook her head slightly. And Uai thought she was self-harmful with her blood magic. In any case, she needed to act now while she had the spirits.

The blood could stay with her, but the spirits would go away soon. Therefor, she opted to use the latter as soon as she could, which was now. keeping the blood in its semi-protective circle around her, Uai drew the spirit-birds to her and flung a tendril at the Mara, the heads flying in a single-file line at the being. Within about a foot's proximity, they would begin ripping at him of their own accord, then return with a flick of Uai's wrist, very much like a whip, only much much deadlier.

Car'mael
03-15-2012, 03:59 AM
I want my blood back now... (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJRBl6DhOcE)

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Terhon did not need to see his throw to know his feathers had failed. He could feel it. There was no rush of life-energy from a hit, no addition to his healing abilities, no sound of pain from his foe. Just the thunk of them hitting her blood-made shields, the dusty flavor of used and lifeless blood, and the metallic sound of them clattering against glass. Her makeshift shields followed suit, clattering to the shattered glass and metal of the floor.

A disappointment.

Still, what life-blood he had tasted thus far had been enough to stop the bleeding of the gashes along his back and left flank, and halt the “rusting” of his armor there. So he would not be contributing further to her blood-wielding at this moment. But if throwing weapons would not gain him immediate results, the Mara had a concern. He had to get strikes in to outlast her.

He would have to risk her guardians’ ire.

Grabbing another handful of feathers from his injured left wing and pushing off again on the cracked glass of the floor, the Mara charged her again from the side. Unfortunately, his left leg was not as strong (due to his injured hip) at digging talons into the slippery shards of glass and metal covering the floor for that thrust, yet this only slowed his attack somewhat. It was not a great concern when he intended to close and stay for close combat anyway. Nor did it worry him when his invisibility held, cloaking his approach.

The sound of his launch cracking the floor further drew her attention, however, and she flung her spirit-creatures in a sort of chain in his direction. Terhon’s sense of the creatures’ limited minds warned him of the attack, and for all their bewildering configuration he dared risk not even veering from his trajectory. Instead, he sacrificed his concealment for defense—wings snapped open through his robes again, the right-hand one swinging up to both shield and deflect by slapping the “whip” out of his way.

The intention was to get close and tear and rend like a storm of blades. By trusting in his armor to defend him from her blood-blades and slow the spirit-creatures’ damage, the Mara sought to strike deep and hard enough to feed deeply. It was a matter of weighing injury to possible gain. Sacrificing in pain and injury for the benefit of incapacitating her and feeding in greater safety.

Sharp teeth gritted beneath the mask as Terhon covered that last bit of distance—those spirit-creatures did not deflect so much as attack his wing like a hoard of fire-ants! Being of a spiritual nature, they had homed in on his own strong spiritual energy even as he emerged from his invisibility. Their biting and tearing at those feathers burned as they sought to get past the metal’s defense and to the flesh of his wing, even his body beyond it. They were certainly progressing at an alarming rate.

Terhon shrieked mentally and physically at Uai even as he got close, taloned feet ready to strike the ground where she now stood and stay planted in broken mirror there for close-combat, taloned fingers swinging feather-blades like extended cat’s claws and ready to leave any success in the wound it makes. His vocal cry echoed like a stooping hawk’s (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=33DWqRyAAUw), amplified and ringing in the enclosed metal and glass of the room, the first sound he had made this entire battle.

*HUNGER!* he projected at her.

Terhon wanted her life-blood to replace his own.

Jacogos
03-18-2012, 12:34 AM
Shortest straw has been pulled for you! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lUusRdUWUM)


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Instinctively pulling the whip back as soon as it was deflected, Uai realized she didn't have enough time to pull back before it struck her. She was still in the process of pulling the whip back when the Mara screamed at her and planted himself firmly in the glass in front of her. She tried to move back, but his claws tore into her side, the very one that had been struck by the venom in the last battle. The venom and its latent effects were gone now, but the strike still seemed to hurt even more than it should have.

She was a few feet back now, but the glass cut into her feet still. She quickly removed any talons from her skin and decided that it was basically down to all or nothing now. The being had decided to come close quarters, even though it was obvious that her spirits and her blood magic did massive damage to it. She had realized, though, that the thing had stopped bleeding. This was either an advanced healing factor or something else.... Based on its original deal, she was willing to bet it fed off of her energy when it struck. Which meant no doubt she just gave it a massive boost. Watching the wing that she had hit with her spirits, she was not surprised to see that it was regaining its feathers.

Wonderful.

In this case, stakes just got a lot higher. For every hit she allowed him, she would get twice over that far behind, as she would be healing him as well as taking the hit... If this was true, she needed to end it. Now. So she had to decide. Use this massive amount of blood that could sear through his armor and into his flesh... Or go with the spirits that would not only distract him, but do damage as well...

With stakes this high and every hit traded counting, she had to go with one that would up her chances of escaping. Quickly, Uai changed positions to one where the Mara would be looking directly at the blinding light and Uai would be looking at the broken wall on the opposite side of the room. Then, dropping the blood, Uai stood her ground and put all of her force into a massive strike with her spirits. The blood fell to the ground in a pool around her, splattering with a sickening sound as at least two pints hit glass. She could still reclaim the blood if needed, as it was still usable, but she required all her concentration in this single attack. The spirits formed together into a cohesive unit, every last one of them spreading across the room into a thick line of tearing beaks. Then, using all of her strength, Uai swung the rope-whip towards the Mara, hoping that its mass would prevent it from jumping over the rope. She could move it a little upwards it he jumped immediately, but if he waited, the momentum would be too great.

Her last hopes resided on this attack. If it missed or if the spirits did not fully occupy him, she was a sitting duck while the bird heads struck at him. Upon any part of the tendril hitting him, the rope would break off and surround him, much like they had when the Doctor in her previous match used his cane to wrap the chord around it and defend her attack.

Car'mael
03-19-2012, 03:22 AM
In honor of two warriors at an end... a lament of sorts. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tz08wf9H6fg&feature=related)

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Another, more satisfying strike this time, with feathers lingering in her side until she yanked them out by hand. Terhon felt the rush of energy filling him as she danced back and to the side, trying to evade his swinging talons and escape further harm. He could hear her feet crunching on the broken glass, sense her change in position mentally--though seeing her was another matter when his eyes were starting to water from the brightness behind her, scarlet tears dripping beneath his mask.

Of course, she would choose to try moving so the light affected him more. Such was the ways of creatures of daylight. They each thought it mattered, that little advantage. But he had seen many such live and die at his hands. Terhon was old.

She had retreated again, more so into the brightness, but he had no choice but to follow. Those spirit-beasts had eaten a good half of the feathers off his right wing, down to the flesh at the wing-tip, which now bled slow drips of tar-like blood to the broken glass and clawed metal of the floor. It hurt, for now. Considering their effectiveness against his armor, Terhon could not sit idle—he had no lasting defense against such, and once his feathers and armor were gone (or, worse, his robes), he would be at much of a disadvantage in any further fighting. He could not allow her to rip those away like shelling a shrimp. So he had to force the fight back to her. Then he had hopes of outlasting her and keeping some defense against her creatures by using her own life to heal those damages.

Ducking his head for his hood to help shield him against the light, eyes squinted near shut, Terhon used his other senses to orient his attack even as he turned to face her, focusing on them and fighting blind. He could feel her gather those spirits into a thick line, see her drawing it back and swinging for him. There wasn’t room in this arena to evade, not for him—he was tall, the ceiling short, the walls closer than he preferred with a wingspan his size. So he didn’t try.

With the tenacity and determination Mara are known for, Terhon kicked off the slippery floor and leapt right for Uai, right into the path of her attacking whip!

Wings swept up and overhead, crossing at the wing-shoulders in a protective fashion instinctively, he smashed right into the spirit-birds. They ate into his remaining feathers, tore into his armor, shredded at his robes with burning pain, making him clench teeth as he endured the vicious attack. But that was a sacrifice Terhon had chosen, one he had made before in facing a mage’s fire to take out the caster.

Even unprotected, so long as a Mara kept his finger-talons, he was always deadlier than an unarmed man!

The spirits were no solid barrier to stop him. Terhon’s feet smashed to the floor in front of Uai again, heavier than before, sending glass spraying (though his own feet bled as well this time). Wings swept his attackers back, sacrificed to their fury along with his back as he sought to reach their mistress. He landed within arm’s reach, black blood running down his shoulders, his legs, his arms in thin, slow, tendrils from the creatures’ bites that had penetrated armor, only remnants of the latter remaining in tatters on his body, his robes as shredded as a lich’s. Uai’s beasts had revealed him for what he was, at long last—what looked much like a lithe and tall man, dragon-like feet, clawed hands, long black-silver hair flowing about his shoulders. His mask and hood shredded away, black blood tricking from his hair and marking an ear, Terhon’s face was finally visible as well: almost angelic if stern features set into a feral smile, sharp teeth slightly visible at the quirk of the side of his mouth, ice-blue inhuman eyes a-gleam with a triumphant hunger even as scarlet tears ran down from them.

<You fought well, child… I am proud to have tasted Yynglyng…> the Mara told her. Taloned and bloodied hands reached out to grasp Uai’s shoulders, intending to draw her into a close embrace and dig those sharp nails deep into her flesh even as her protectors sought to wrap around him like a swarm of starving piranha.

He could not be certain her life-force would be enough to spare his own body from failing, and he might be forced to lose his substance entirely, spirit retreating to the Shadow Planes again. There, if his spirit survived long enough against other voracious creatures of similar abilities, he could possibly consume enough to be substantial and return to the Material Planes again… maybe… The last time he had done so, another Mara gave its life-force for him to recover. This time, he might not be so fortunate, or he might fight his own way back... But such chance was the way of things, as every Mara knew. Heaven, Hell, by some God or Goddess’ side—that was not their fate.

It had been a good fight, nonetheless. Predator and Prey, together like this… was a noble end for both.

Koti~
03-19-2012, 08:05 PM
Okay that fight was… amazing. The compromise to the room at the beginning, the music and slow feeling of each other out, and way to two traded blow for blow was great, and in lovely taste. So, to the details.

Jacogos: Your character was an interesting one to see, the high regards to a person raised on fighting, as well as an interesting power that I don’t see that often.

Writing: your wording and styling was clear and concise, easy to read yet having plenty of detail to make sense of the flow of action. It was not halting or jarry, but explained what each attack would do, and was a great read

Attack: Your attacking I found very interesting, using your skills to keep a distance instead of getting up close, showing off your own long reach and far off skills, while detailing your attacks and the effects were great.

Summary: Your ability to trade hit for hit and desire to take damage while using it to your advantage was great. As well as you were able to react to Car’mael’s attaks and use his weaknesses against him while figuring them out was made for a great read, and an interesting battle.

Now to Car’mael

Car’mael: Your description of your character and your usage of wording gave great insight to Terhon and The mara race as a whole, which made the fight all the more interesting to read and learn about, giving a sense of his age along with the fight.

Writing: Reading your posts were a great relief, and gave the feeling of age, hunger, and reaction and fight was amazing. You played out each scene well, and allowed hits to be scored, while gaining some for yourself in the mix, which made it all the more interesting

Attack: Here you did quite well, adding your own mix of far range and close combat, detailing the attacks close and far, covering quite the range of attack. The self-sacrifice to attack your opponent as well was worth the read, and was interesting to follow.

Summary: To anyone, you are a great opponent to go against, because you are not only willing to take damage, but inflict it yourself to deal as well. You versatility with long and short range, makes for a great battle, as well as adds excitement to the match and makes it enjoyable to read.

OVERALL SUMMARY:

This was an amazing fight to read, from the hatred to Thunga at the beginning, the compromise to each other to help each other out in the field, and trade of damage for attack drew me in. The thought process each went through for each attack and possible response when your opponent responds is great and was great to see your thought processes while thinking of the fight was great, and made it all the more difficult to judge who the winner is.

So, without any further ado, the winner is …

CARMAEL!!!

This came down close, and I mean close to the wire, and was one heck of a battle to judge, but Carmael did a great job, and did well with leading his attacks and the deal was a nice touch. So congrats Car’mael


Thunga appeared in a roar of thunder as Tehron suck his fang into his meal, and he laughed

“Oh what a great match you two, what a great match. Lets dim the lights though” Thunga said, picking up one of the Mara’s feathers and tossed it at the light source, shattering it with ease.

“Now, go rest and be ready for your next round!” Thunga said with pride as he warped away the nightmare, returning the girl to her homeland for a proper burial, the room vanishing with a pop.