10-16-2015, 10:54 PM
Drawing closer and closer to the him the swordsgirl pushed forward, always a step quicker than his ice or fire. A simple chant enticed a change-up, allowing the Black Mage to fire a bolt of lightning that would hopefully hit it's mark. Though the power of the bolt spell was quite intense the swords girl proved too elusive to take the direct force of it's blast, only suffering a small burn across her cheek. Angered by the pain of the display the swordsgirl accelerated her pace, pushing herself towards the Black Mage despite the dangers it posed, and came out without another scratch. Silently the Black Mage wondered to himself what magic he would have to learn to mimic such skill and alacrity, but such thoughts were wasted in the heat of the moment.
In the time The Black Mage had taken to summon her thoughts Dawnika was upon him, and the quickness of her stride was soon matched by the vigor of her blade. Forward, across, and around they went, carving bit by bit out of Warrior of Light. It was impossible for him to tell the Black Mage could have sworn the crowd cheered as the ground beneath them was stained a scarlet hue, but he would have sworn they rejoiced in his pain. Quick punches found their midst in the array of slashes as the Black Mage attempted to chant a spell, leading him no way out of the fray.
Needing to find a way out the Black Mage let down a heavy stomp of his left foot onto the swordsgirl's right foot, giving him just enough time to utter the incantation for "Aero", putting a gust of wind forward to launch the swordsgirl away. With the Black Mage's foot still stuck on hers however she didn't skid back or get thrown in the air, but rather found her body collapsing to the ground. Following her momentum the Black Mage led with his left forearm, pushing it over the swordsgirls throat as he fell atop her. Though he was the not the beefiest of the Warriors of Light by any stretch the move was not intended to be final, but rather a delaying tactic for his next attack.
"Water chilled, sharpened, strong. Ice!" He chanted as he thrust his right palm over her stomach. This fight would be over soon, one way or another.
In the time The Black Mage had taken to summon her thoughts Dawnika was upon him, and the quickness of her stride was soon matched by the vigor of her blade. Forward, across, and around they went, carving bit by bit out of Warrior of Light. It was impossible for him to tell the Black Mage could have sworn the crowd cheered as the ground beneath them was stained a scarlet hue, but he would have sworn they rejoiced in his pain. Quick punches found their midst in the array of slashes as the Black Mage attempted to chant a spell, leading him no way out of the fray.
Needing to find a way out the Black Mage let down a heavy stomp of his left foot onto the swordsgirl's right foot, giving him just enough time to utter the incantation for "Aero", putting a gust of wind forward to launch the swordsgirl away. With the Black Mage's foot still stuck on hers however she didn't skid back or get thrown in the air, but rather found her body collapsing to the ground. Following her momentum the Black Mage led with his left forearm, pushing it over the swordsgirls throat as he fell atop her. Though he was the not the beefiest of the Warriors of Light by any stretch the move was not intended to be final, but rather a delaying tactic for his next attack.
"Water chilled, sharpened, strong. Ice!" He chanted as he thrust his right palm over her stomach. This fight would be over soon, one way or another.
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