11-03-2015, 07:00 PM
Boom. A cacophony of deafening explosions thundered throughout the arena, as marvelous, proton energy clashed with the menacing, flame engulfed skull, compliments of Shang Tsung. In its wake, a myriad of color blotted out the day’s sky, casting a variegated hue of light upon, an enamored, crowd of Camelot patrons, while the robust and sweeping, stone ramparts of the colosseum trembled; the results of Dalaran’s protective wards, spells, and enchantments waning under exertion.
Once the smoke settled, the two combatants were standing, ushering in a joyous, bloodthirsty roar from the crowd. This fight wasn’t over, not by a long shot.
“Well, they’re happy.” Ms. Marvel broke the tension, removing bits of sludge from her attire, she hadn’t previously noticed. Holding the ichor, a wave of uncomfortable illness washed over her, causing Carol to arch an eyebrow in response, “So, you want to see what kind of tricks I have up my sleeves?”
The sorcerer answered with a wave of his arm, a gesture for her to begin her assault, “After you.”
Bright gilded flames of pure energy enveloped Ms. Marvel’s form, as radiant, blistering hot, white light amassed into her palms, and discharged two violent beams of ill intent. Under scrutiny, Shang’s reflexes failed to disappoint, and pole-vaulted the sorcerer out of harm’s way, abandoning one platform for another. Taking to a roll, he found his feet just in time to avoid another golden beam of destruction, courtesy of the avenger.
Annoyed, flustered, and frustrated, the sorcerer turned on his opponent, and summoned forth vigor from within the pool of souls he had condemned, unleashing a breath of Draconian flame; a flame that tore the very air with its potent rage, however, found its target, it did not.
To the right. Or on his left. Up and down, the sorcerer looked all around, but he found nothing. Not a sunflower colored lock of hair anywhere. Shang relaxed his posture and allowed a slight chuckle to escape his diagram, “Hiding are we? You must know, it will do you little good.”
The sorcerer strolled across the platform, over to the edge, and leaned over, spotting the golden locks of his opponent immediately, “You can’t hide from me and I grow tired of your games.”
“Who said anything about hiding?” as the words left her lips, a bombardment of golden energy erupted, blasting its way through the underbelly of the platform, piercing rock, stone, and the flesh of Shang Tsung.
With no more platform to hold onto, Ms Marvel, accompanied by a surprised and distraught Shang Tsung, plummeted to the hazardous, toxic colosseum floor below. Marvel, quick with Kree enhanced reflexes, landed at a tumble, transferring the impact, and taking little damage. Shang, on the other hand, hit the floor with a sickening thud, and a lot less grace, several yards away.
Ms. Marvel sank her hips, took a deep breath, and unleashed every bit of athleticism her legs could muster, bounding the colosseum heights like a rocket, and escaping the putrid and infectious toxins of below. At the height of her vertical, she had passed all the available platforms, leaving only an abandoned TIE fighter ship for her to grasp out at; she climbed.
She was safe, but for how long? To be honest, in her experience, this game was all about confidence. It always was. No matter what mutant, super powered, god like foes she encountered, the good ones… the ones worth their salt…. they always had that, one common trait, one common denominator, and Shang Tsung… he had it. She would crush this opponent, she wouldn’t allow him vantage; she couldn’t afford to.
Standing upon the right wing of the TIE fighter ship, the space surrounding Ms. Marvel drank in her righteous intent, casting a radiant glow of gold, as her hands spoke the language of the Kree, summoning forth a volley of devastation upon everything below.
The crackle of energy boomed, devouring the platforms with one explosion after the next, however, with each discharge, visible symptoms of fatigue befell the avenger, until finally, she could ‘Marvel’ no more. She didn’t know if she had destroyed all of the platforms, as she’d intended, but it matter not.
She slipped the hatch, armed the weapons system, and piloted the TIE Fighter ship free from its suspended position. She hunted for Shang Tsung, littering the field with powerful beams of red laser. You could take the girl out of the Airforce, but you couldn’t take the Airforce out of the girl!
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Once the smoke settled, the two combatants were standing, ushering in a joyous, bloodthirsty roar from the crowd. This fight wasn’t over, not by a long shot.
“Well, they’re happy.” Ms. Marvel broke the tension, removing bits of sludge from her attire, she hadn’t previously noticed. Holding the ichor, a wave of uncomfortable illness washed over her, causing Carol to arch an eyebrow in response, “So, you want to see what kind of tricks I have up my sleeves?”
The sorcerer answered with a wave of his arm, a gesture for her to begin her assault, “After you.”
Bright gilded flames of pure energy enveloped Ms. Marvel’s form, as radiant, blistering hot, white light amassed into her palms, and discharged two violent beams of ill intent. Under scrutiny, Shang’s reflexes failed to disappoint, and pole-vaulted the sorcerer out of harm’s way, abandoning one platform for another. Taking to a roll, he found his feet just in time to avoid another golden beam of destruction, courtesy of the avenger.
Annoyed, flustered, and frustrated, the sorcerer turned on his opponent, and summoned forth vigor from within the pool of souls he had condemned, unleashing a breath of Draconian flame; a flame that tore the very air with its potent rage, however, found its target, it did not.
To the right. Or on his left. Up and down, the sorcerer looked all around, but he found nothing. Not a sunflower colored lock of hair anywhere. Shang relaxed his posture and allowed a slight chuckle to escape his diagram, “Hiding are we? You must know, it will do you little good.”
The sorcerer strolled across the platform, over to the edge, and leaned over, spotting the golden locks of his opponent immediately, “You can’t hide from me and I grow tired of your games.”
“Who said anything about hiding?” as the words left her lips, a bombardment of golden energy erupted, blasting its way through the underbelly of the platform, piercing rock, stone, and the flesh of Shang Tsung.
With no more platform to hold onto, Ms Marvel, accompanied by a surprised and distraught Shang Tsung, plummeted to the hazardous, toxic colosseum floor below. Marvel, quick with Kree enhanced reflexes, landed at a tumble, transferring the impact, and taking little damage. Shang, on the other hand, hit the floor with a sickening thud, and a lot less grace, several yards away.
Ms. Marvel sank her hips, took a deep breath, and unleashed every bit of athleticism her legs could muster, bounding the colosseum heights like a rocket, and escaping the putrid and infectious toxins of below. At the height of her vertical, she had passed all the available platforms, leaving only an abandoned TIE fighter ship for her to grasp out at; she climbed.
She was safe, but for how long? To be honest, in her experience, this game was all about confidence. It always was. No matter what mutant, super powered, god like foes she encountered, the good ones… the ones worth their salt…. they always had that, one common trait, one common denominator, and Shang Tsung… he had it. She would crush this opponent, she wouldn’t allow him vantage; she couldn’t afford to.
Standing upon the right wing of the TIE fighter ship, the space surrounding Ms. Marvel drank in her righteous intent, casting a radiant glow of gold, as her hands spoke the language of the Kree, summoning forth a volley of devastation upon everything below.
The crackle of energy boomed, devouring the platforms with one explosion after the next, however, with each discharge, visible symptoms of fatigue befell the avenger, until finally, she could ‘Marvel’ no more. She didn’t know if she had destroyed all of the platforms, as she’d intended, but it matter not.
She slipped the hatch, armed the weapons system, and piloted the TIE Fighter ship free from its suspended position. She hunted for Shang Tsung, littering the field with powerful beams of red laser. You could take the girl out of the Airforce, but you couldn’t take the Airforce out of the girl!
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Quote:Hey, what'd'ya'know, I made this one on time. A minute to spare even, haha. Anyway, I used Shangs Flame breath thing and my own Marvelous energy, of course. 750, on the word.[/spoiler]
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