10-12-2015, 09:00 PM
He was literally the deadliest wizard of all time, and he had been pitted against a petulant child with candy-colored hair and a ridiculous outfit. The boy carried himself with the air of a competent fighter, but his ridiculous star tattoo and smug expression belied his experience. The boy was a fool, and Magus spared no quarter for fools.
Magus stood across from this boy. Between them a fault had split the ground apart in the center of the vast distance that separated the two. To his left and right, other combatants sized each other up across a similar battlefield, and behind him again. It seemed that everyone would be fighting, and everyone would do it at once. What marvellous entertainment.
A gong sounded, interrupted Magus’ thoughts and called the blue-haired urchin into action. With a sudden & immense burst of speed, the boy leapt forward, onto one of the many small barricades littering the arena, and propelled himself up into the sky, sailing over the jagged trench beneath.
Magus smirked, a reflection of the arrogant expression on the idiot boy’s face. He threw off his cumbersome robes and revealed absolutely nothing, as the man beneath the clothing had simply vanished.
The boy Magus would later learn was called “Black Star” – or something to that effect – landed, bewildered, on Magus’ side of the fissure, unable to pinpoint where the man had gone to, when a pale, lavender haired man appeared to his left from nowhere, hurling a punch. The boy executed a perfect sequence of backflips, narrowly extracting his jaw from a thunderous impact and opening the gap between them.
Magus capitalized on this, hurling bolts of Gloom after his quarry. The blobs of negative energy sailed all around Black Star, whizzing by and exploding near him as he deftly danced and flipped around them.
The Fiendlord pressed the attack, phasing out of the material plane and into the dangerous plane of negative energy that his Shadow Step took him to. A furtive glance assured him that he was alone, and none of those shadow people were around. For now.
Magus sprinted past Black Star and whirled about on his heel. The boy was slowly twisting as if trapped in a slow motion sequence through the air, doomed by time itself, as the wizard experienced time much more slowly in the plane immaterial.
The mage rushed at the acrobatic whelp and threw himself into a flying elbow, shifting back into the material plane just before his elbow connected. Black Star’s muscles spasmed around the brutal strike, and the boy was thrown off-balance, collecting himself only to be blown off his feet by the thunder of a charged bolt of Gloom. The kid skittered across the ground as malevolent energy seared at his flesh.
“I hope you’ve got more than that in you,” Magus remarked, idly rubbing his thumb and forefinger against one another, as if trying to rub out a scuff on his glove. “This is a combat tournament, yes, but I’d expect the entertainment of the crowd plays a factor in advancement, and me dispatching you as soundly as this is hardly entertaining. Plus, I’d prefer to be at least somewhat warmed up for when I go up against someone actually worth the effort.”
The verbal barb worked as intended, and the boy leapt to his feet, his face flushed in anger. “You think I’m not worth the effort?! You don’t know who you’re dealing with,” he said as a deadly chain-scythe materialized in his hands. It was oddly reminiscent of Magus’ old weapon. It was sinister in design, and the wizard saw immediately that such a weapon could inflict severe damage in many different ways. “I’ll show you who’s not worth the effort!!”
The boy charged at him, leaping and dashing in an unpredictable path that brought him inexorably closer to the Demon King. The anger etched on Black Star’s face radiated from him in a visceral aura of fury.
The kid was fast but sloppy. Magus’ crimson eyes followed every step, every leapt, every sudden dash and fake-out. Finally, Black Star came in for the kill with an upward slash. The wizard easily blocked the telegraphed attack, but wasn’t expecting the kid to go for a feint and come in with a horizontal slice instead.
Shit.
Magus’ form burst into a swirling black-and-purple mist as the scythe swept through him. He re-materialized instantly, slapping Black Star away with a Gloom bolt. A good start.
Magus stood across from this boy. Between them a fault had split the ground apart in the center of the vast distance that separated the two. To his left and right, other combatants sized each other up across a similar battlefield, and behind him again. It seemed that everyone would be fighting, and everyone would do it at once. What marvellous entertainment.
A gong sounded, interrupted Magus’ thoughts and called the blue-haired urchin into action. With a sudden & immense burst of speed, the boy leapt forward, onto one of the many small barricades littering the arena, and propelled himself up into the sky, sailing over the jagged trench beneath.
Magus smirked, a reflection of the arrogant expression on the idiot boy’s face. He threw off his cumbersome robes and revealed absolutely nothing, as the man beneath the clothing had simply vanished.
The boy Magus would later learn was called “Black Star” – or something to that effect – landed, bewildered, on Magus’ side of the fissure, unable to pinpoint where the man had gone to, when a pale, lavender haired man appeared to his left from nowhere, hurling a punch. The boy executed a perfect sequence of backflips, narrowly extracting his jaw from a thunderous impact and opening the gap between them.
Magus capitalized on this, hurling bolts of Gloom after his quarry. The blobs of negative energy sailed all around Black Star, whizzing by and exploding near him as he deftly danced and flipped around them.
The Fiendlord pressed the attack, phasing out of the material plane and into the dangerous plane of negative energy that his Shadow Step took him to. A furtive glance assured him that he was alone, and none of those shadow people were around. For now.
Magus sprinted past Black Star and whirled about on his heel. The boy was slowly twisting as if trapped in a slow motion sequence through the air, doomed by time itself, as the wizard experienced time much more slowly in the plane immaterial.
The mage rushed at the acrobatic whelp and threw himself into a flying elbow, shifting back into the material plane just before his elbow connected. Black Star’s muscles spasmed around the brutal strike, and the boy was thrown off-balance, collecting himself only to be blown off his feet by the thunder of a charged bolt of Gloom. The kid skittered across the ground as malevolent energy seared at his flesh.
“I hope you’ve got more than that in you,” Magus remarked, idly rubbing his thumb and forefinger against one another, as if trying to rub out a scuff on his glove. “This is a combat tournament, yes, but I’d expect the entertainment of the crowd plays a factor in advancement, and me dispatching you as soundly as this is hardly entertaining. Plus, I’d prefer to be at least somewhat warmed up for when I go up against someone actually worth the effort.”
The verbal barb worked as intended, and the boy leapt to his feet, his face flushed in anger. “You think I’m not worth the effort?! You don’t know who you’re dealing with,” he said as a deadly chain-scythe materialized in his hands. It was oddly reminiscent of Magus’ old weapon. It was sinister in design, and the wizard saw immediately that such a weapon could inflict severe damage in many different ways. “I’ll show you who’s not worth the effort!!”
The boy charged at him, leaping and dashing in an unpredictable path that brought him inexorably closer to the Demon King. The anger etched on Black Star’s face radiated from him in a visceral aura of fury.
The kid was fast but sloppy. Magus’ crimson eyes followed every step, every leapt, every sudden dash and fake-out. Finally, Black Star came in for the kill with an upward slash. The wizard easily blocked the telegraphed attack, but wasn’t expecting the kid to go for a feint and come in with a horizontal slice instead.
Shit.
Magus’ form burst into a swirling black-and-purple mist as the scythe swept through him. He re-materialized instantly, slapping Black Star away with a Gloom bolt. A good start.
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