06-16-2017, 12:31 PM
Tearen’s quick thinking saved him from the worst of Gildarts’s punch: while the mage was diving towards him the god-mind prepared to teleport, but was a moment too slow and took a good hit before vanishing from beneath Gildarts and appearing just under a dozen meters away. Had he been smashed into the ground things would’ve gotten ugly though.
Meanwhile Malon shakily pushed herself onto her feet. The leather armor had blocked the worst of the blow... but as she watched Gildarts smashing into the ground where Tearen had been and then rising slowly, menacingly, she shuddered. How powerful was this man? With just one hit he’d sent her flying like nothing.
“Malon, are you okay? Stay away from Gildarts, I’m taking him on myself! And be wary of Illidan!” Tearen yelled. Simultaneously to that another voice spoke: the ever-present Assassin. You’ve observed them well, didn’t you? Now it’s time to retaliate.
“The purple guy? I got him”, Malon replied as she stored the battleaxe into her bag. Her right arm shimmered as if looked at through a body of water until it was a lookalike of Illidan’s own arm after a few moments, with a green flame in the palm that Malon promptly threw at the demon hunter. Surprised to be struck by his own attack he did not dodge it in time and his waist below the left arm was burnt by the Felfire.
“Insolent fool! You dare turn my arts against me?!” he yelled, leaping towards the awaiting Malon with seething anger.
Gildarts and Tearen, on the other hand, were threateningly staring at each other down, as if competing. “We’re here to compete, not to kill, Gildarts”, said Tearen, “Neither of you need to go all-out.”
“And give up a rematch?” scoffed Gildarts. They were focused on each other so much that they nearly missed the Sage’s approach until he threw a bola at each of them. However both were too experienced to be hit by something this simple: Gildarts almost reflexively spun to the side, raised his right hand and casted a net of magic before him that sliced the bola to harmless pieces of metal and rope which clattered against his body. Tearen snagged the projectile in mid-air, spun it around, and tossed it back at its owner who promptly raised his readied cane, allowing the bola to wrap around it harmlessly before plucking it off.
“Master Wover”, the Sage said with a voice as if the three of them were enjoying a cup of tea on a sunny terrace of a Costa del Sol café. “Allow me to help your cause: what better way is there to draw the eyes of our spectators, than with a dramatic betrayal and an ensuing three-way battle?”
Tearen eyed the two of them. “So that’s how it’s going to be...”
Meanwhile Illidan and Malon clashed – the demon hunter brought a pair of green blades down on her, Malon blocked with her sickles though she was pushed back by his strength, before she turned to the side and allowed his own momentum to carry him past her, stumbling two steps. As he was turning around, a whizzing sound drew Malon’s attention and she noticed the incoming small fighter with the white mask, charging at them with its sword-like weapon. Malon’s right-hand sickle morphed into a replica of that same weapon and blocked the blow before she pulled the same trick as she had done to Illidan to put Little Ghost between herself and the purple one. “I’m here too!” a text above the being’s head read, which, strangely, both Malon and Illidan could read at the same time when one should’ve seen it mirrored. A pictogram of someone that’s annoyed also appeared next to the text.
“Out of my way!” Illidan snarled as he found the newcomer to be blocking the way to his target, and tried to shove it aside with the flat side of his left-hand Blade of Azzinoth. What neither Malon nor he had expected though, was for the horned creature to react by spinning around and bringing its weapon down in a diagonal slash, simultaneously pushing Illidan’s weapon away and attempting to cut his arm. Before that could happen though the demon hunter countered the counter with his right-hand Blade, clashing with Little Ghost’s weapon and forcing it in a different direction, so that the Nail only cut the surface of his arm.
“So, I get to sink my blades into you two whelps?” Illidan asked as Little Ghost pulled his weapon from between Illidan’s pair and Malon adjusted her position to have the three of them form a triangle. She gripped the mimicked weapon tighter, concealing the exhaustion that was starting to set in.
Meanwhile Malon shakily pushed herself onto her feet. The leather armor had blocked the worst of the blow... but as she watched Gildarts smashing into the ground where Tearen had been and then rising slowly, menacingly, she shuddered. How powerful was this man? With just one hit he’d sent her flying like nothing.
“Malon, are you okay? Stay away from Gildarts, I’m taking him on myself! And be wary of Illidan!” Tearen yelled. Simultaneously to that another voice spoke: the ever-present Assassin. You’ve observed them well, didn’t you? Now it’s time to retaliate.
“The purple guy? I got him”, Malon replied as she stored the battleaxe into her bag. Her right arm shimmered as if looked at through a body of water until it was a lookalike of Illidan’s own arm after a few moments, with a green flame in the palm that Malon promptly threw at the demon hunter. Surprised to be struck by his own attack he did not dodge it in time and his waist below the left arm was burnt by the Felfire.
“Insolent fool! You dare turn my arts against me?!” he yelled, leaping towards the awaiting Malon with seething anger.
Gildarts and Tearen, on the other hand, were threateningly staring at each other down, as if competing. “We’re here to compete, not to kill, Gildarts”, said Tearen, “Neither of you need to go all-out.”
“And give up a rematch?” scoffed Gildarts. They were focused on each other so much that they nearly missed the Sage’s approach until he threw a bola at each of them. However both were too experienced to be hit by something this simple: Gildarts almost reflexively spun to the side, raised his right hand and casted a net of magic before him that sliced the bola to harmless pieces of metal and rope which clattered against his body. Tearen snagged the projectile in mid-air, spun it around, and tossed it back at its owner who promptly raised his readied cane, allowing the bola to wrap around it harmlessly before plucking it off.
“Master Wover”, the Sage said with a voice as if the three of them were enjoying a cup of tea on a sunny terrace of a Costa del Sol café. “Allow me to help your cause: what better way is there to draw the eyes of our spectators, than with a dramatic betrayal and an ensuing three-way battle?”
Tearen eyed the two of them. “So that’s how it’s going to be...”
Meanwhile Illidan and Malon clashed – the demon hunter brought a pair of green blades down on her, Malon blocked with her sickles though she was pushed back by his strength, before she turned to the side and allowed his own momentum to carry him past her, stumbling two steps. As he was turning around, a whizzing sound drew Malon’s attention and she noticed the incoming small fighter with the white mask, charging at them with its sword-like weapon. Malon’s right-hand sickle morphed into a replica of that same weapon and blocked the blow before she pulled the same trick as she had done to Illidan to put Little Ghost between herself and the purple one. “I’m here too!” a text above the being’s head read, which, strangely, both Malon and Illidan could read at the same time when one should’ve seen it mirrored. A pictogram of someone that’s annoyed also appeared next to the text.
“Out of my way!” Illidan snarled as he found the newcomer to be blocking the way to his target, and tried to shove it aside with the flat side of his left-hand Blade of Azzinoth. What neither Malon nor he had expected though, was for the horned creature to react by spinning around and bringing its weapon down in a diagonal slash, simultaneously pushing Illidan’s weapon away and attempting to cut his arm. Before that could happen though the demon hunter countered the counter with his right-hand Blade, clashing with Little Ghost’s weapon and forcing it in a different direction, so that the Nail only cut the surface of his arm.
“So, I get to sink my blades into you two whelps?” Illidan asked as Little Ghost pulled his weapon from between Illidan’s pair and Malon adjusted her position to have the three of them form a triangle. She gripped the mimicked weapon tighter, concealing the exhaustion that was starting to set in.
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Combat log:
-Gildarts finished Crushing Punch (refer to previous post) against Tearen.
-Tearen used Basic Teleportation.
-Malon used Shapeshifting (Right arm turned to Illidan's arm) and Felfire Bolt (acquired via Mimic) against Illidan.
-Sage used Bola Shot twice, once against Tearen and Gildarts respectively.
-Gildarts used Bullets - Disperse! against Sage's Bola Shot.
-Tearen used Telekinesis against Sage's Bola Shot and sent the projectile back.
-Sage used Dueling Cane against Tearen's telekinesis retaliation.
-Illidan produced his Twin Blades of Azzinoth and used them against Malon.
-Malon used Hylian Sickles against Illidan's TBoA.
-Little Ghost used The Pure Nail against Malon.
-Malon used The Pure Nail (acquired via Mimic) against Little Ghost.
-Little Ghost used Grandmaster's Lesson: Perfect Parry against Illidan.
-Illidan used TBoA against Little Ghost.
After confirming this with the player, Gildarts is keeping his T1 Power-Up for the rest of the round (SP: 10/11 => 9/11).