11-02-2015, 09:30 AM
After a powerful bolt of lightning surged through the Black Mage's fingertips the child-slayer was gone. Teleported again to somewhere else in the arena. A delaying tactic that he couldn't afford the Warrior Of Light needed to find him, or at least find a more defensible position. Mustering his legs forward he attempted to run, but found he lacked the strength. Raw adrenaline could only carry a man so far. Not even managing a walk the Black Mage merely collapsed forward, falling face-first into the melted metal of the catwalk's crater. Blood trickled from his nose down to his chin, broken from the impact of the metal and it's previous scorching to laser fire. The left side of his body, a scorched black mess, was in a state of amplified pain as it interacted with thankfully melted rather than jagged metal. A scream escaped his lips despite the Black Mage's attempts to keep it inside. If the Magus had re-appeared he'd know that he still hadn't escaped this infernal pit.
Letting out a grunt he pushed his hand on the ground and attempted to get back up, his bicep rising until it was parallel with the floor, then stressing and shaking for a moment before gravity slowly pulled him back downwards. Rounding out his hand into a fist he slammed it to the ground, realizing that pain and fatigue had nearly taken him. Outstretching his hand he attempted to reach out and push his body forward in a sort of mixture between a crawl and a slither, hoping the lack of level ground in the crater would help him rise if he went to steeper heights. Pushing through the pain intensified on his left side as the black crust of his torso scratched against the floor, parts it coming of as scabs and leaving the tender flesh underneath exposed. He had progressed perhaps a decimeter when it became too much for him. The Black Mage stopped, and tried to push up with his hand once again, meeting the same lock-out sensation as his arm came to be parallel with the ground.
"You are pathetic." He heard the low rumble of his opponent's voice from behind him. Abandoning the idea of actually coming to a stand he pushed again with his arm and tried to carry the momentum with his torso so that he might roll over across his burnt left side, so at least he could face his enemy and perhaps sling another spell or two.
"I didn't say you could move scarecrow." The voice of the childslayer rang in his ears, preceded by the stomp of his foot onto the Warrior of Light's back, halting his roll before could it going. Blunt force trauma echoed throughout his core, as a thick haze crept around him. It was hard to tell where the exhaustion of the battle began and where the effects of the haze started but the Black Mage still recognized it's intent. For a split second he felt a weight off his shoulders, but it was merely a prelude to more suffering as the Magus stomped over his left oblique, tearing through burnt skin and pushing it's raw underbelly.
"I don't know if Omni speaks true, but I know death is too good for you Scarecrow." Magus twisted his foot up and around the black line of skin on his torso, up and to where his left arm should have been. The body of the Black Mage jolted and convulsed in agony as the child-slayer would not even grant him the mercy of death, preferring the art of torture. Stuck here in pain, a stone's throw from death the Warrior of Light needed to do something, but what could he do from the ground? Wait, there was one spell he knew from Sarda that might have worked, but could he struggle through the incantation? His hope turned to despair, until his memory flashed.
If the child-slayer didn't need to speak to release a spell, perhaps he didn't in this realm either. Keeping his palm to the ground he focused the best he could as runes encircled the crater, hidden by the haze of the miasma and the heat of the moment. His body writhed from the Magus's boot, but ten seconds later he punched his fist to the ground, unleashing the most powerful spell his mind could remember.
"QUAKE!!!!!!!!"
Letting out a grunt he pushed his hand on the ground and attempted to get back up, his bicep rising until it was parallel with the floor, then stressing and shaking for a moment before gravity slowly pulled him back downwards. Rounding out his hand into a fist he slammed it to the ground, realizing that pain and fatigue had nearly taken him. Outstretching his hand he attempted to reach out and push his body forward in a sort of mixture between a crawl and a slither, hoping the lack of level ground in the crater would help him rise if he went to steeper heights. Pushing through the pain intensified on his left side as the black crust of his torso scratched against the floor, parts it coming of as scabs and leaving the tender flesh underneath exposed. He had progressed perhaps a decimeter when it became too much for him. The Black Mage stopped, and tried to push up with his hand once again, meeting the same lock-out sensation as his arm came to be parallel with the ground.
"You are pathetic." He heard the low rumble of his opponent's voice from behind him. Abandoning the idea of actually coming to a stand he pushed again with his arm and tried to carry the momentum with his torso so that he might roll over across his burnt left side, so at least he could face his enemy and perhaps sling another spell or two.
"I didn't say you could move scarecrow." The voice of the childslayer rang in his ears, preceded by the stomp of his foot onto the Warrior of Light's back, halting his roll before could it going. Blunt force trauma echoed throughout his core, as a thick haze crept around him. It was hard to tell where the exhaustion of the battle began and where the effects of the haze started but the Black Mage still recognized it's intent. For a split second he felt a weight off his shoulders, but it was merely a prelude to more suffering as the Magus stomped over his left oblique, tearing through burnt skin and pushing it's raw underbelly.
"I don't know if Omni speaks true, but I know death is too good for you Scarecrow." Magus twisted his foot up and around the black line of skin on his torso, up and to where his left arm should have been. The body of the Black Mage jolted and convulsed in agony as the child-slayer would not even grant him the mercy of death, preferring the art of torture. Stuck here in pain, a stone's throw from death the Warrior of Light needed to do something, but what could he do from the ground? Wait, there was one spell he knew from Sarda that might have worked, but could he struggle through the incantation? His hope turned to despair, until his memory flashed.
Quote:“An incantation?!” Magus snorted. “You require a focus to channel your power??”
If the child-slayer didn't need to speak to release a spell, perhaps he didn't in this realm either. Keeping his palm to the ground he focused the best he could as runes encircled the crater, hidden by the haze of the miasma and the heat of the moment. His body writhed from the Magus's boot, but ten seconds later he punched his fist to the ground, unleashing the most powerful spell his mind could remember.
"QUAKE!!!!!!!!"
Quote:746 words according to wordcounter.net, including the Magus quote. Quake is a Tier 1 Supermove, 1/2 SP spent for the tournament.
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