10-19-2015, 09:43 PM
Right in the arcane focus.
To say that was unpleasant would be an understatement. Pain spiked as his body almost flailed in reaction. His attempted grip was weaken, even thrown, as the aim of his frozen dagger was slide to the side. If he was Thief he would have broken into a roll and came out really graceful like, but he was the Black Mage. He ate the dirt, but pushed upwards to get into a stand as the swordsgirl stood in kind. Knowing he couldn't focus well enough to get off a spell with the pain he tried to backpedal and gain some distance between him and swordsgirl, but only managed a slow and awkward waddle. The Black Mage attempted not to look out at the crowd or hear their voices, but he was certain that they were probably laughing at him. Here he was trying to gain some strength and powerful allies, but barely able to walk straight after a swift kick by a teenage girl. She was a prime sure, but Black Mage hadn't been able to separate the distinction yet.
The girl took but a moment to pick up her steel before charging again, and the Warrior of Light realized he had not time for internal self-deprecation. She accelerate at him at twice her normal speed in three one-second intervals, almost as if her motions were guided by some sort of mechanical ruleset, and in a matter of five seconds she was at swinging length again. Her body crouched as she swept her leg around, aiming for a trip, but the Black Mage saw it and responded with a quick jump. A mere feint the swordsgirl followed with a swift punch to his gut, knocking him backward as she shouted her crowd-pleasing propaganda once again.
"Wind, flowing, never tame. Throw my foe and give him pain. Aero! The Black Mage managed a weak chant as he put his hands together in mid-air. Rather than Dawnika however the Black Mage pointed his gust of wind at the ground, letting the recoil batter him a bit but launch him up into the air, and away from the swordsgirl's steps. Or at least that was the plan in theory. A running leap proved the swordsgirl to be quite the acrobat, launching up before he had time to fire a spell below. The swordsgirl took her blade and swung it over her head, bringing it downwards for a gravity aided strike that slammed inches into the Black Mage's shoulder. Crying out in pain he managed to let out another Aero spell, this time aimed at the swordsgirl and upward. With no footing to protect he she launched into the sky, her hand loosing grip of her blade as the Black Mage plummeted to the earth. Dawnika Snow made a thump as she hit the top of the barrier, then likewise began to fall to the ground. With a loud thump the Black Mage hit the hard rock floor of the colosseum, where he was joined in a moment by a louder thump as the swordsgirl impacted the rough stone. The crowd cheered as Baron Victor Von Magnus waited for one of the two contestants to rise.
But would the Warrior of Light be able stand first and claim victory, or would it be the the demoness?
To say that was unpleasant would be an understatement. Pain spiked as his body almost flailed in reaction. His attempted grip was weaken, even thrown, as the aim of his frozen dagger was slide to the side. If he was Thief he would have broken into a roll and came out really graceful like, but he was the Black Mage. He ate the dirt, but pushed upwards to get into a stand as the swordsgirl stood in kind. Knowing he couldn't focus well enough to get off a spell with the pain he tried to backpedal and gain some distance between him and swordsgirl, but only managed a slow and awkward waddle. The Black Mage attempted not to look out at the crowd or hear their voices, but he was certain that they were probably laughing at him. Here he was trying to gain some strength and powerful allies, but barely able to walk straight after a swift kick by a teenage girl. She was a prime sure, but Black Mage hadn't been able to separate the distinction yet.
The girl took but a moment to pick up her steel before charging again, and the Warrior of Light realized he had not time for internal self-deprecation. She accelerate at him at twice her normal speed in three one-second intervals, almost as if her motions were guided by some sort of mechanical ruleset, and in a matter of five seconds she was at swinging length again. Her body crouched as she swept her leg around, aiming for a trip, but the Black Mage saw it and responded with a quick jump. A mere feint the swordsgirl followed with a swift punch to his gut, knocking him backward as she shouted her crowd-pleasing propaganda once again.
"Wind, flowing, never tame. Throw my foe and give him pain. Aero! The Black Mage managed a weak chant as he put his hands together in mid-air. Rather than Dawnika however the Black Mage pointed his gust of wind at the ground, letting the recoil batter him a bit but launch him up into the air, and away from the swordsgirl's steps. Or at least that was the plan in theory. A running leap proved the swordsgirl to be quite the acrobat, launching up before he had time to fire a spell below. The swordsgirl took her blade and swung it over her head, bringing it downwards for a gravity aided strike that slammed inches into the Black Mage's shoulder. Crying out in pain he managed to let out another Aero spell, this time aimed at the swordsgirl and upward. With no footing to protect he she launched into the sky, her hand loosing grip of her blade as the Black Mage plummeted to the earth. Dawnika Snow made a thump as she hit the top of the barrier, then likewise began to fall to the ground. With a loud thump the Black Mage hit the hard rock floor of the colosseum, where he was joined in a moment by a louder thump as the swordsgirl impacted the rough stone. The crowd cheered as Baron Victor Von Magnus waited for one of the two contestants to rise.
But would the Warrior of Light be able stand first and claim victory, or would it be the the demoness?
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