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Post by Katrina Loures on Dec 22, 2005 8:42:30 GMT -5
((This is a challenge to anyone who wishes to participate. Of course, standard logic rules apply, nothing TOO moder-ish and nothing too extraordinary.))
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In the dead of night, deep within the arena, stood a lone figure, cloaked in a deep black cloak. Azure blue eyes were the only visible part within the darkness brought by the hood, the garment flowing freely behind the figure as a slight wind picks up. it seemed as if the figure was simply waiting for something, or someone...
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Post by Stoic Soul on Dec 22, 2005 13:17:04 GMT -5
Anduin would awaken with a start, looking around his darkened room. Stone-grey eyes were wide as they peered into the lightless room, having just woken from another nightmare. After shaking his head slowly, the barbarian would slowly get out of bed, and slip on a pair of black leather pants, leaving his pale chest bare as he would walk over to his weapons closet, open it, and pulled out his elven longsword. After twirling the weapon around, getting reacquainted with the feel of the weapon. Anduin would slowly turn and walk out of his room, heading down the hall towards the stairs. a heavy, yet soft thud would accompany each step Anduin took as he slowly walked down the stairs into the main hall. Looking around for a moment, Anduin would then make his way towards the arena, the elven longsword naked in his hand, a pale gleam emanating from the weapon....
A few moments later, Anduin would enter the arena, the torches surrounding the arena floor igniting, orange flames burning, casting a glow upon the arena floor. Upon seeing the cloaked figure, Anduin would stop a good five feet from where the figure was, waiting to see if the figure would make the first move.
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Post by Katrina Loures on Dec 23, 2005 13:51:12 GMT -5
((If I feel it would be cool, I may branch this into an SL. If so, I
would say so to let all of you know it. ^^ ))
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As the flames ignited around the arena, the lone figure seemed to glance up, its back to Anduin. Aazure blue eyes gazed to the side and the head canted slightly, a dark ominous voice seemed to echo all around him, "So...You've come...." The figure turned then to face him, a lone, gloved hand poking through the darkness of the cloak to lightly grab at one side, then a violent thrust outwards of her arm brought the cloak around and off, the cloak flying through the air to rest at the side of the arena. Her form was finally revealed, the flames bringing shadows around her eyes, her azure blue eyes the only thing piercing the shadows around her face. A slight smirk on her face as she slowly crouched slightly, her hand moving slowly to the opposite side of her waist, slowly wrapping her hand around the handle of her blade. She made no indication of striking first or attacking afterwards... she simply waited.
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Post by Stoic Soul on Dec 23, 2005 20:18:36 GMT -5
:A chuckle would escape from Anduin's lips as he watched the woman throw off her cloak, revealing herself to him, then would fade as he noted the woman's hand grip the hilt of her weapon. A look of pure concentration would form on the barbarian's face as he lifted his sword, placing the flat of the blade against his face. Holding it there for a moment, as a salute to his opponent, he would then lower the weapon to his side, holding the sword at an angle, the tip nearly touching the ground. Within moments of lowering his weapon, he would suddenly run forward, dust churning in his heavy footfalls as he ran straight towards the woman, his sword still aimed toward the ground at an angle. as he drew near, he would spin, gripping his sword with both hands as he aimed his sword at the woman's gut/
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Post by Katrina Loures on Dec 26, 2005 10:19:43 GMT -5
A simple smirk was the only thing that graced her face as she watched the barbarian charge at her, brandishing his sword and moving in to slash her. She tensed up slightly as he approached, and watched his movements carefully as she waited for the right moment. Just as he began his swing, her eyes twitched slightly, and she leapt up gently. In almost slow motion to her, her feet lifted slightly from the air below her, his blade coming within inches of her boots. She then pushed down, her boot pushing into the side of his blade, pushing it downwards and propelling her up a little more, her other boot coming around to attempt to kick him in the side of the face. Even if she missed, she sent a blast of air at her side to propel her away from him so that he couldn't so easily counter. Barbarians were not to be taken lightly, and this one was no different. The same smirk graced her face throughout this, however, almost as if she was holding back...
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Post by Stoic Soul on Dec 26, 2005 14:53:20 GMT -5
He let no emotions appear on his face as she pushed down his blade, though he did let himself be pulled down as well, dropping beneath her foot as he dropped into a roll, rolling a few feet away before moving into a crouched position. As she put some distance between them, Anduin would spring forward, like a coiled spring that suddenly uncoiled, the strength of his legs hurling him forward. He gripped his sword with his right hand, the blade scratching along the ground, sparks flying. As he saw the spars, an idea came into his mind. As he neared her, he would channel some of his fire magic into the sword. As he stopped, he would swing the sword in an arc before him, and lo, an arc of fire would appear, flying from the weapon and straight at Katrina.
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Post by Katrina Loures on Dec 28, 2005 14:23:55 GMT -5
She smirked as she skid against the floor of the arena, her gloved hand out to steady herself as she slid, watching the barbarian closely. Seeing him prepare for an attack, she simply waited as she skidded to a stop, remaining in that same pose as he completed his attack. She looked toward the wave of flame, that smirk still on her face, and leaps forward, almost as if she was going to dash into the flames. She sent a wave of air behind her, propelling her forward even faster, and right as the wave of flame was about to hit her, she created a wind barrier in front of her, the barrier forming into an arrow-like form, and penetrating the wave through the center, separating it and harmlessly going around her. She stopped suddenly in Mid-dash, the wind cutter now blazing forward towards Anduin, his own fire wave giving it a bit of extra speed. She smirked, and a flash of red flickered in her eyes as she watched, although it was unknown to him.
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Post by Stoic Soul on Dec 28, 2005 14:33:09 GMT -5
He would simply stand there as the air cutter moved towards him, a chuckle escaping his lips as he made no move to get out of the way. When the air cutter was within a few feet of him, though, a grim look formed on his face as he suddenly slammed his fist into the ground. When he did this, his lavamancy took over, causing wall of lava to form around him. The air would be absorbed into the molten magma as it flowed around him, a fluid barrier. At that point, from within the lava, he would wave his hand, pointing in the direction that Katrina was now standing. As though obeying his command, the lava formed into a wave, at least 15ft high and 10 feet wide, and suddenly surged toward Katrina, the ground beneath the wave burning, cracking from the immense heat.
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Post by Katrina Loures on Dec 28, 2005 14:44:55 GMT -5
She rose an eyebrow as her wind cutter was absorbed, and looked up as the wave of lava rose from the earth at his command. She smirked, waving her hand against her side, rubbing gently against one of the pouches at her side. A white light poured from the bag, and seemed to be sucked into her back, two white lines forming along her back. Suddenly, a pair of angelic wings burst from her back, and immediately flap hard once, propelling herself into the air and over his wave of lava. She smiled as she sent both wings outward, the heat from the lava creating a current underneath the wings to keep her floating well over the wall without her flapping. Almost crying out, she raised her arms, glowing white feathers starting to move from her wings above her. She gathered a good thousand, and threw them all up in the air, giving the feather arrows a little extra velocity as they began to descend upon the arena. Most likely to his surprise, they pierced through the wave of lava and continued falling through, almost as if they were indestructable. Since a wave of piercing arrows were now descending upon him, it hopefuly gave her time to complete the next attack.
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Post by Stoic Soul on Jan 7, 2006 19:01:42 GMT -5
As the arrows flew down at him, Anduin would drop down to one knee and stab his fingers into the ground. As he did this, his hands would become red hot as he began chanting an incantation, an ancient spell passed down through his family line: Fury of the earth, heed my call, shelter me from my foe behind a mighty wall. Fury of the earth heed my cry, let the swords of my ancestors fly. Fury of the earth, hear my decree, defeat my foes, make them flee!: At that point, Anduin would let out a mighty roar, as a wall of molten steel shot up from the ground, the arrows flying right into it. As the arrows were absorbed, swords would begin flying from the molten steel, leaving contrails of fire behind them as they flew upwards towards Katrina.
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