11-01-2015, 07:03 PM
Even though she was clearing in pain, the sorcerer’s opponent managed to regain her bearings after taking some time to puke all over her surroundings. For someone who had sauntered into this place like the queen bee, it must have been a terrible humiliation.
Boo. Hoo.
“You shouldn’t fall flat on your face,” Shang replied with a warm smile. “Surely you have more tricks up your sleeve than the ability to knock yourself unconscious, correct?”
“Asshole,” the woman growled as she looked up from the puddle of bile and blood. Aside from the crimson splashes, her chin was dotted with the barely digested flecks of a previous meal.
Before the sorcerer could offer another witty retort, she flung her hands forward, and with a flash of light, beams of energy erupted from each of her palms. Shang growled and dove away as the blasts smashed into the platform, rocking it back and forth as he landed shoulder-first on the other end. By the time he scrambled up to his feet, his opponent had joined him on his platform. Their eyes met for a brief moment before another twin burst of energy crashed against Shang’s chest and threw him from the floating perch.
She’s quick on the draw. The sorcerer mulled over that thought as he twisted his body around and lashed out at the ground below with a telekinetic pulse. While it didn’t spare him much of the agony, the trick gave him a chance to position himself to roll with much of the impact. Unfortunately, the toxic miasma started to have an immediate effect on him as his eyes watered and he felt the familiar taste of bile start to well up in the back of his throat.
Through a fit of coughs, Shang rose to his feet and tried to determine the best means to ascend back to the platform. Before the pieces could start to fall together, a lance of white-hot light screamed down from above and smashed into the rusted fighter craft ten feet from his position.
The resulting death throes of the vessel were vibrant and forceful enough to make everyone in the stands wonder if someone hadn’t stuffed the hull with explosives. Any such musing would have been impossible for the sorcerer, who was thrown twenty yards into the magically blanketed border of the battle zone.
By the time the ringing in his head ceased, Shang was already having difficulty focusing, although he wasn’t sure if that was because of the chemicals in the air or a concussion. With an awkward and lurching gait, he stumbled away from the invisible wall and looked up at the platforms with wild eyes. They seemed to be twice as far away as they had just moments earlier.
It’s just the toxic vapors playing tricks on your mind. Focus.
He knew in his gut that was true, but even so, he felt his muscles getting stiff.
Doesn’t matter. She did it.
Now it was his turn.
Anything she can do…
“I can do better,” Shang coughed as he willed his legs to move forward. Once he managed to work up to a stride, the sorcerer jumped with everything he had. He lacked whatever mojo let her leap condominiums in a single bound, but his vertical was enough to let him grab hold of one of the hooks suspended from a platform. The fresh air flowing into his lungs was all the inspiration he needed to swing forward and grab hold of the platform edge.
Fortunately for the sorcerer, the effects of whatever toxins littered the floor of the arena did seem to dissipate quickly as he shook some feeling into his extremities and tried to find where the woman had concealed herself.
“Miss me?”
Instead of turning toward her voice, Shang simply ran away from it and dove to a nearby platform. He landed on the next elevated stage and spun around to watch as the woman came charged through the smoke left behind from her previous attack. Her entire body seemed to glow with yellow energy as she lunged toward him, her shimmering hands moving forward to release another punishing blast of light and heat.
Shang scowled and threw out his own hand, releasing a screaming skull forged in flame. When the attacks met, there was a brilliant flash of orange and light before both combatants were hit by the concussive wave that flowed out from the blast.
Boo. Hoo.
“You shouldn’t fall flat on your face,” Shang replied with a warm smile. “Surely you have more tricks up your sleeve than the ability to knock yourself unconscious, correct?”
“Asshole,” the woman growled as she looked up from the puddle of bile and blood. Aside from the crimson splashes, her chin was dotted with the barely digested flecks of a previous meal.
Before the sorcerer could offer another witty retort, she flung her hands forward, and with a flash of light, beams of energy erupted from each of her palms. Shang growled and dove away as the blasts smashed into the platform, rocking it back and forth as he landed shoulder-first on the other end. By the time he scrambled up to his feet, his opponent had joined him on his platform. Their eyes met for a brief moment before another twin burst of energy crashed against Shang’s chest and threw him from the floating perch.
She’s quick on the draw. The sorcerer mulled over that thought as he twisted his body around and lashed out at the ground below with a telekinetic pulse. While it didn’t spare him much of the agony, the trick gave him a chance to position himself to roll with much of the impact. Unfortunately, the toxic miasma started to have an immediate effect on him as his eyes watered and he felt the familiar taste of bile start to well up in the back of his throat.
Through a fit of coughs, Shang rose to his feet and tried to determine the best means to ascend back to the platform. Before the pieces could start to fall together, a lance of white-hot light screamed down from above and smashed into the rusted fighter craft ten feet from his position.
The resulting death throes of the vessel were vibrant and forceful enough to make everyone in the stands wonder if someone hadn’t stuffed the hull with explosives. Any such musing would have been impossible for the sorcerer, who was thrown twenty yards into the magically blanketed border of the battle zone.
By the time the ringing in his head ceased, Shang was already having difficulty focusing, although he wasn’t sure if that was because of the chemicals in the air or a concussion. With an awkward and lurching gait, he stumbled away from the invisible wall and looked up at the platforms with wild eyes. They seemed to be twice as far away as they had just moments earlier.
It’s just the toxic vapors playing tricks on your mind. Focus.
He knew in his gut that was true, but even so, he felt his muscles getting stiff.
Doesn’t matter. She did it.
Now it was his turn.
Anything she can do…
“I can do better,” Shang coughed as he willed his legs to move forward. Once he managed to work up to a stride, the sorcerer jumped with everything he had. He lacked whatever mojo let her leap condominiums in a single bound, but his vertical was enough to let him grab hold of one of the hooks suspended from a platform. The fresh air flowing into his lungs was all the inspiration he needed to swing forward and grab hold of the platform edge.
Fortunately for the sorcerer, the effects of whatever toxins littered the floor of the arena did seem to dissipate quickly as he shook some feeling into his extremities and tried to find where the woman had concealed herself.
“Miss me?”
Instead of turning toward her voice, Shang simply ran away from it and dove to a nearby platform. He landed on the next elevated stage and spun around to watch as the woman came charged through the smoke left behind from her previous attack. Her entire body seemed to glow with yellow energy as she lunged toward him, her shimmering hands moving forward to release another punishing blast of light and heat.
Shang scowled and threw out his own hand, releasing a screaming skull forged in flame. When the attacks met, there was a brilliant flash of orange and light before both combatants were hit by the concussive wave that flowed out from the blast.
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