Duelist Dominion: Gresh (Cfavano) VS Felicia

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Gresh VS Felicia



Surrounded by ice and cold on all sides, the Arctic was as cold as always. The snow filling the area seeming to be deep enough to completely take away the view of one's feet. The howling wind that passed through the glaciers was not helping either, whipping up some of the snow and bringing a freezing cold knife to slice through any who stood there, easily chilling the most hardened soldier to the bone. The sun was shining brightly, but seemed to give no warm whatsoever, only reflecting its light on the pure white blanket that was laid for today's battle.

The crunching of snow broke the silence created by the wind, as a slim figure, covered by a green robe marched onwards. The person was a young female, whose entire body was covered by the robe, aswell as a hood that hid her head from most eyes, aswell as shielded her ever so slightly against the chilling winds. The only noticable features were her white-blond hair of which strands fell out from the front of her hood, coming down to halfway along her chest, aswell as her light blue eyes, which darted across the area rapidly. She felt she was not alone. It was now only a matter of finding her opponent.

[Cfavano]

Gresh knew that he was not alone. He had heard a talented fighter was in the area and he just had to find her. He sought to test his mettle against this fighter, and felt no malice toward her. The wind whipped at his hair, and he felt the chill, reminding him of his training on a mountaintop. His eyes darted about, and his ears focused on finding even the slightest sound of movement.

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Felicia finally stopped in her march, the wind whipping about her robe, her eyes scanning the area, before closing them, letting her senses be carried along the wind, her eyes, ears and all her bodily nerves bouncing against wall and icicle, until finally, she felt the wind meet an irregularity. Nodding to herself, she opened her eyes again, and called out. "I know you are there, fighter. Come forth. I require a worthy challenge. Her arms shifted underneath her robe, but nothing else, remaining motionless, as the frigid wind seemed to bend around her now, making sure she wouldn't get hypothermia from standing still in this cold.

[Cfavano]

"I would, if I could see you." Focusing his mind, he slows his breathing, and enters the Centered Defense stance, his body becoming centered with his mind. He continues his march thrugh the snow, looking for this female warrior that called out to him.

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Felicia smirked, now having heard her opponent's voice carried on the wind, she closed her eyes, once more using the wind as an extension of her own body, before a single shimmer in her eyes as she opened them was the signal for her to move (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Yb9aILP7PI). Pushing her feet out of the snow, she used the very winds that howled around them to run on top of the snow, instead of through it, avoiding the usual crunching sound. She knew where her opponent was now, she could actively feel the disturbance his presence caused in the wind. Moving as swift as the howling gales, she threw her cloak off of her body, sending it flying so that the winds would throw it straight into her opponent. Only a second later, she she would emerge from the opposite side, the only warning to hise being the sudden sound of a sword unsheathing, as the female warrior rushed forward, seeking to slice her blade along her opponent's right arm, hoping to disable it from the get-go.

[Cfavano]

Gresh reacted quickly to the cloak, turning and dropping into a defensive stance, however, he quickly realized that this was a ploy, and upon hearing the sound of scraping steel, and he quickly spun on his heel and raises his wrist just as the sword came across, deflecting off of his bracer with a metallic 'ching'. Bringing his other arm around, and since his enemy's momentum and lack of resistance ensured that her strike continued, it caused her body to twist, and leave her one side open. Extending his fingers, but exposing his palm, he aims for the side of a ribcage and thrusts his palm forward, for a palm strike, which would cause her pain, and could crack a rib or two.

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- - - Hazard Roll 4: Thin Ice - - -

Felicia's deep blue eyes met those of her opponent momentarily, as her blade scraped along the bracer. When he lashed out with a counter attack, his hand met the blunt force of a solid metal plate protecting Felicia's ribs. The hit however still caused her to grunt as she was sent tumbling backwards. The air around her, however swirled in such a way that she landed neatly on her feet, now completely visible for her opponent. She was wearing a metal plated skirt, aswell as a metal chestpiece that gave way at the front of her ribcage, allowing her to breath, while shielding her torso. Her stomach and legs seemed covered in some sort of leather. She also had small pauldrons and kneehigh sabatons clad in the same light metal as her other armor, engraved with wind afiliated symbols.
Slowly raising up, she spun her rapier around once, before holding it firmly in her right hand. "Quick reflexes... Impressive..."

There was one more concern however. Both Felicia, and her opponent if he were to pay close attention to his surroundings, could notice the soil beneath their feet felt very icy, aswell as they could hear and feel something slowly cracking underneath their feet. Wherever their fight had begun, the two were now litteraly on thin ice.

[Cfavano]

He shrugs. "I do my best. Well, now that we can plainly see each other, let us begin." Instantly raising his guard, he begins circling the woman, keeping his weight spread out, and his stance firm but flexible. He wastes not a single movement. With a sudden spring, he dashes toward her, with each step serpentining outside of her visual range, which would force her to turn her head. Finally, when he gets in range for her to attack, he ducks down with such quickness that she would, for a split second, lose sight of him. Then, from his low position, he would kick upwards with his heel at her jaw, and, at the moment of contact, activate his ki focus, which would send a jolt of electricity through his foot and into her head.

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Felicia used a constant stream of air to lessen her weight on the treacherous ice, following the fighter's movements closely, before realising that her eyes were not going to be able to keep track of him. She smirked, changing tactics. She kept on turning like she was trying to see her opponent, but her eyes were barely even open, as she was once more using the wind as an extension of her senses, feeling his very movement, no matter how fast he went. Finally, when he ducked in to try and land a kick, she had her counter attack prepared. Swiftly turning away from the kick, allowing it move just past her head, into the air, she rapidly spun a full 360 degrees while crouching down and sought to slash her rapier in between the man's legs, seeing as he was now with one leg up in the air after dodging his kick. After this attack however, she would not stay in place, but instead use a gust of wind to push the two apart from eachother.

[Cfavano]

Noticing that she had dodged his attack, Gresh retracted his leg, but not quick enough as Felicia's blade nicked his leg, drawing blood and tearing his pants. Finally, he reverse somersaults and is back on his feet. "It seems you are more than you appear to be, girl. You have the honor of first blood." But, I think I know your trick now, and I must say, it is clever, but, it seems you rely on it too much. I think you use it because without it, you'd be a pushover."

Gresh takes a deep breath and exhales, altering his stance to that of the Masterful Spiral. Keeping his stance wide, he leaps again at Felicia, landing on his left foot and spinning into a roundhouse kick, however, it seems that he misjudged the distance and came up a bit short. However, the Intangible and Invisible flow of psionic energy that comes out of his foot ensures that contact would be made just as if the foot itself hit her face.

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As Gresh used his somersault moves to create distance between him and Felicia, he could noticably hear and feel the ice under his hands and feet crack, but nothing broke as of yet. Felicia braced herself for an attack, her white blond hair waving in the frozen winds, her rapier at the ready to parry and retaliate. However, she did not expect the man's attack to fall short, but was taken by surprise as an invisible force struck her nonetheless, smashing into her face as she was sent flying back.
However, as Gresh landed after his attack, his weight finally did the trick, as the ice he was going to land on shattered beneath his feet, giving way to the icy, frozen waters underneath. Felicia aswell, smashed shoulderfist into the ice, breaking through it as she felt her form dip into the icy waters. Immediatly realizing the danger of the situation she was in, Felicia rapidly used her powers over wind and air to create a swirling gale underwater, propelling herself upwards into the air again. Once at the surface, she pulled herself to safety, a symphony of coughing and spitting water following as she tried to desperately distribute her weight so that the ice could hold her for now.

[Cfavano]

"Son of a-" As Gresh felt the ice beneath him break, he did his best to scramble away while getting as little wet as possible. However, his leg up to his knee got soaked. Had it not been for the fact he was standing, and for his armor which made him more agile, he might have drowned. "Mayhap we move this fight to somewhere where the ice is thicker?"

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Gritting her teeth, the girl looked up, shaking visibly as the cold winds washed over her. "Are you... -cough- ... that much of a coward?! -cough cough- What kind of wa-warrior runs away from a little hazard!" Slowly and shakily pushing herself up, the girl did her best to try and maintain her balance and not break the fragile ice beneath her again. She then finally took a deep breath, the wet parts of her clothing and armor seeming to freeze over as she redirected the wind currents around her, taking a few steps back from the hole in the ice she made, before she started to rapidly stab before her into nothing but air. However, as she did that, razor sharp gales would emerge from every single one of her stabs, soaring towards Gresh like an array of razor sharp arrows, seeking to run him through with them.

[Cfavano]

"I'm not a coward, but someone who fights with their head, but I can see the same could not be said of you, young one." Gresh was perplexed somewhat at the random stabbing, but he noticed that after she stabbed, some of the falling snow was diverted, as if something was moving. "Shit." Gresh shifts several feet to the side with a leap, landing lightly on his feet. He hears the ice cracking underneath him and springs, keeping moving so his weight is diverted. Using the slickness of the ice, while he is running at Felicia, he duck down into a slide, seeking to take her feet out from beneath her, and causing her to fall again. If she dodged that, or did not fall through the ice, and was still standing, he would spin and stop his slide, springing into a flying knee (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mTGxj6zOzEU) that, if she steeped back, he would extend the range of his attack until it did with his masterful spiral style. If she was still standing he would take a few steps forward, avoiding the hole, and paunch a few more jabs, extending his range if necessary. (essentially one hit, or 3 hits, if they hit.)

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- - - Hazard Roll 6: Chillwinds - - -

Felicia continued her jabbing motion as he ran, her skin still trembling from the frigid wind meeting her bare, iced skin. However, a shakey smirked formed as she saw the man's movements, aswell as feeling the winds dropping a good amount in temperature, their frigid temperature now beginning to make them feel like a blade slicing through their warm flesh, and as such, being winds that are able to utterly wreck ones nerves and have them cringe in pain and frostbite. Keeping herself safe from these winds, she let the currents divert around her form a bit. Looking at the man charge, she nodded to herself as he leaped up to try and land a knee into her. But she didn't stay still, nor did she make any form of horizontal dodge. Instead, Felicia used the currents she had been building up around to propel herself straight up, sending her way out of reach for the man's strike. Soaring up into the sky, she called upon the true power of her blade to channel around her blade, forcing the icy chillwinds to converge around it, afterwards she swung her blade in a straight slice while mid-air, sending a focused blade of freezing air soaring down, trying to slice down her opponent, aswell as blow a massive hole in the thin ice.

[Cfavano]

Seeing what Felicia was doing Gresh turned heel and ran, getting out of range as fast as he could. A portion of the ice he was sent on was flipped up, but thanks to his agility granted by his training and clothes, he is able to climb up it, and somersault to safety. He is now roughly 50 feet from Felicia, and frowns. "What foolish and wasteful tactics." Realizing now, that he is in a lot of pain, and cane barely feel his one leg, he puts his hands together and focuses inwardly, Using his psionic magic to heal himself (internal power). The cut on his leg sizzle and closes, and he can feel his body warming up as the damaging effects of the cold are abated. He is still cold, but his body temperature has been raised from borderline hypothermic back to normal. Still in pain, but most of his wounds not a problem anymore, he looks back up again to Felicia. "Are you sure you should still be fighting in your condition?" He is aware of the biting winds, and he squints his eyes to keep them from drying out.

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"Don't pity me, dammit!" Felicia called out as she used the winds to keep herself afloat, slowly lowering herself onto a solid patch of ice. "I'm a soldier! I'm going to fight till I die! I have sworn as much when I took up this sword!" She spoke up, and once her feet made contact with the frail and cracking ice, she began rapidly spinning her sword left, right and about, sending a volley of frigid gales soaring towards Gresh, cracking the ice they passed as they sought to slice him up. As she swung her sword, she was slowly beginning to recover from her cold dip, managing to divert the winds enough to keep her body temperature from dropping even further, aswell as keeping the chillwinds at bay.

[Cfavano]

"I see. So, you are a child and a fool. You swear to fight to the death against someone who is not your enemy." This time, he can see the blasts better, because many are close enough to the ground to hit the ice. He serpentines to the left and the right at random intervals, keeping her firing at places where he was, not where he is. He did not want to use more of his techniques, but it seems he must. As he approaches her, he continues moving left and right, now his movements taking more of the appearance of a snake. He strikes several times at her body, but these are mere feints as he approaches his real target. extending his two fingers, he jabs them at her neck, and if it hits, would shoot his psionic energy into her, and would take on the same effect as a virulent neurotoxin.

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Smirking once more, she muttered quietly to herself. "I'm the fool? So says the one who fell for my trap..." With that, she continued her barrage, but when Gresh was about to get in striking distance, her target changed completely, hovering herself up just enough as she whipped her blade down onto the ice. Having shot at a zigzagging opponent, her slicing gales had created a very fragile segment of ice, one which her opponent was right on top of. When her blade now connected with the ice, a blast of air was sent rippling underneath the ice, shattering the weakened section with ease, sending shards of ice and buckets of frozen water splashing up to knock back and engulf Gresh, seeking to down him into an icy tomb.

[Cfavano]

And he might have drowned, had he not, upon seeing the trap, used the one move he had not hoped to use. As the wave seemed to engulf him, Gresh was seen bursting upwards through the air surrounded by a corona of searing fire and blinding light. He tails this corona, as his foot zooms toward Felicia's chest (Falling star strike). If it hits, she'd be blinded and stunned for a little bit, and she'd catch on fire.

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Felicia snarled as the man soared up into the sky just as she did, narrowing her eyes, she could see the flaming effect. It took only a fool to not notice what was going to follow. On thin ice, she could not dive away and make sure she lived, neither could she muster enough wind in time to push her to safety. "Wind protect my soul." She ushered as she pulled her blade up and rose it straight towards the oncoming threat, standing her ground firmly as her blade was in the perfect position to impale the charging man. Were he to continue his diving kick, he would undoubtly strike her, but in the process most likely rake himself on the blade, aswell as crash straight through the ice and cause them both to sink into the depths of the frozen water under the sheer of the impact he'd create.

[Cfavano]

He continues the kick, and she is right, the sword does graze his leg. Right before the strike lands, he takes a deep breath and holds it. As the attack send them both into the lake, he grabs hold of her, and swims back up, using all of his strength to pull him and herself to the surface. When they finally breach the surface, he lifts her up and rolls her onto the ice, before climbing up himself, sputtering and gasping for air. "So..." He seems out of breath. "Surrender now?"

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By the time Gresh was out of the water and popped his question, he'd find himself gazing down along Felicia's blade again. Somehow, she had gotten up onto her feet again, and although her chest was heaving heavy with exhaustion, her skin almost blue and white from the cold, her entire body trembling, she now stood above Gresh, her blade extended towards his head, ready to execute him. Her facial expression showed nothing but determination, even though frozen tears were visible in the corner of her eyes.

After standing like this for a few seconds, though, her eyes slid shut, her blade lowered and slipped out of her hand as she collapsed on the spot, her lithe form dropping down on the ice, cracking it but barely not breaking it as her blade bounced on the ice with a clanging sound. Ice layered over her armor and skin from the frigid wind as she laid there, unconscious.

[Cfavano]

Focusing inwardly, he once more staves off the effects of hypothermia for a time, and brings his body temperature back to normal. Standing up, he picks up Felicia and cradles her in his arms, carrying her off and distributing their weight as to not crack the ice. After carrying her for a while, he finds her cloak that she had tossed away and wraps her in it. Thankfully, it's still dry. He begins carrying her south, to a small cave where he had made his camp. He has fuel for a fire there, as well as dry clothes and blankets. Hopefully she survives and gains a valuable lesson from her encounter with him.

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Player Victory