11-08-2015, 12:38 PM
The Black Mage roared, but nothing came of it. Magus’ eyes flashed with recognition at what Scarecrow had done. Or attempted to do.
“…Trying to overcome your limitations?” the larger wizard mused. “Good. For what it’s worth, you can, you know. I used to rely on gestures to focus my abilities. Your dependence on such a crutch will fade as you grow more faithful of your own abilities.”
His adversary said nothing.
Magus held his palm out to him, summoning a swirling, blackened energy. “You’ll die here knowing you’d fought well against a true magister. Hopefully, if you wake up again one day, it will drive you to build yourself up, to become stronger. You have potential,” he paused for a moment, and looked away. “I… should not have made you suffer. I should have killed you outright. My contempt for this place grows every day and it may someday cast a shadow on this reality that no sun will be able to erase away.”
Still, the Black Mage made no retort.
“I told this to my last opponent: it is not out of anger that I shall kill you, but out of the hope that we may someday meet again, to prove that Primes truly are everlasting. The knowledge could be quite useful to me. Even to you, though I won’t pretend to be offering you a gift, other than a quick death.”
Scarecrow looked up at him, glowing eyes narrowed into angry slits.
The Gloom in Magus’ gloved hands glowed, rainbow light swirling over greasy blackness, before his fingers curled over the energy, crushing it down into nothing.
After a long, awkward silence, Magus lowered his arm. He spoke in hushed tones, so that only the defeated wizard could hear. “I entered this competition to gain notoriety. I want to build an army, first to get my revenge on a man who betrayed me, and then to consolidate my forces and conquer this land. I will raise legions to go to war with Omni, and you… I will need spell-casters. You could be quite useful to me. Seek me out in Minas Tirith, if you wish. I will be busy… setting things right there for a time after this.”
Magus turned his back on his opponent and left him there.
“…Trying to overcome your limitations?” the larger wizard mused. “Good. For what it’s worth, you can, you know. I used to rely on gestures to focus my abilities. Your dependence on such a crutch will fade as you grow more faithful of your own abilities.”
His adversary said nothing.
Magus held his palm out to him, summoning a swirling, blackened energy. “You’ll die here knowing you’d fought well against a true magister. Hopefully, if you wake up again one day, it will drive you to build yourself up, to become stronger. You have potential,” he paused for a moment, and looked away. “I… should not have made you suffer. I should have killed you outright. My contempt for this place grows every day and it may someday cast a shadow on this reality that no sun will be able to erase away.”
Still, the Black Mage made no retort.
“I told this to my last opponent: it is not out of anger that I shall kill you, but out of the hope that we may someday meet again, to prove that Primes truly are everlasting. The knowledge could be quite useful to me. Even to you, though I won’t pretend to be offering you a gift, other than a quick death.”
Scarecrow looked up at him, glowing eyes narrowed into angry slits.
The Gloom in Magus’ gloved hands glowed, rainbow light swirling over greasy blackness, before his fingers curled over the energy, crushing it down into nothing.
After a long, awkward silence, Magus lowered his arm. He spoke in hushed tones, so that only the defeated wizard could hear. “I entered this competition to gain notoriety. I want to build an army, first to get my revenge on a man who betrayed me, and then to consolidate my forces and conquer this land. I will raise legions to go to war with Omni, and you… I will need spell-casters. You could be quite useful to me. Seek me out in Minas Tirith, if you wish. I will be busy… setting things right there for a time after this.”
Magus turned his back on his opponent and left him there.
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