06-18-2017, 09:35 PM
The silver-armed prime staggered back to life from the rush of infinite death that had flooded his mind, his mortal eyes woke once again only to gaze down at his hand covered in blood. It resembled ink, staining his flesh fingers cupping the wound to hold the trickle in. Gildarts’ found his grit was tested when torment came crashing into his mind like thunder, all delivered from the epiphanic blow to his core from his nemesis. His sweat-drenched hair drifted over his eyes, catching a glimpse of–
“Illidan, look right!” Gildarts warned as he saw a streak of blue slashing through the air aimed directly where it would have hit, right between Illidan’s eyes. There was no way the Scourge of Darkshire would have the time to respond, Gildarts raised his steel palm to intercept the gelid scythe, spontaneously paralyzed as the fractal pattern climbed up his hollow-armored arm. The cast had pierced the magic flowing directly through the metal of his left arm like a chomp from razor-sharp jaws of ice. Reduced to a mere man humbled to the ground from the shock waves of agony tearing into his magical ani-flesh, adamant to stifle his own howl of torment, he would not let his enemies claim victory, though he felt agony’s savagery to the bone.
The sorcerer brought forth sparks of magic when he saw his ally sacrifice his own arm, after firing forth another Felfire ball at the Sage he rushed to Gildarts, striking back at the shortest who neared with the intention of striking his foe, however Illidan summoned his jade magic forth, neutralizing the enemy. Their competitive tally was even again and Illidan began feeling the fragments of weary, meanwhile Sage whisked a large chunk of the magic fire off his cloak and into the bark of a tree. Like kindling the fire took root, spreading a portent shimmering blaze of viridian flame above them. What was once the lush canopy of leaves had now been eaten alive by their own destruction.
The Betrayer spat the distaste for his upsurge of memories, “You just had to play the hero, didn’t you? What is it about you people who eat it up? Their approval? Tch, you’re better than that. Now stand and fight.”
It felt like a tall order to even wiggle the wizard's toes, the enchantment had left his digits feeling limp and his mind watery but he stiffened his chin and stood. He paused to sweep the side of his hand over his swollen lip, tasting the sting of salt mixed with his own blood.
Nealaphh and Malon stood side-by-side, she’d come back to her mind with the God-mind’s telepathic beacon and though her head throbbed with the after effect, she had little recollection as to what she’d seen. Surrounding the two rivaled pairs was the felfire-lit rubble the brawl had wrought.
This, with the curtain of flames in the canopy above, was not a moment for words, but rather fire-crackling tacit silence. Gildarts remained still, his eyes daggers against Tearen’s malevolence. The God-mind had... Evolved. “Well, what are you waiting for?” he sibilated.
Silence. Even the mage’s awry mind had stilled. It unnerved his opponent while ash and flame-lit leaves began to fall in twinkling pieces like rain that had been been turned to glowing jades. Time around them was Tearen’s focus, within the slowed rain of flames the onset of battle regained its pace, this time, with the god-mind stealing the upper hand. With that, Gildarts knew.
Instead of doing what usually won him a battle, Gildarts worked to peel his eyes off of Tearen and spoke a truth he’d never admitted before, “Illidan, I cannot do this alone.”
Illidan remained motionless and a quizzical expression wove on his brow. Gildarts keenly nodded to his ally, the plan was unspoken, just wisps of it were thought. As their partnership had started in the nebulous city streets, he would open the door and Illidan would strike.
Gildarts raised his palm and cast forth a strong release of wrathful magic. Tearen’s heels dug in, as though deflecting or dodging out of the way of most of the blow. “What, you think you can stop me with something as petty as that?”
Above, the splitting tree branch and flaming mulch crashed down, wooden boughs becoming bars of an emerald torched cage. Pinning their enemy as the enchanted flames crawled up Tearen’s clothes while the god-mind struggled, trapped under the grip of a flaming skeletal hand. Malon thrust the fire off of Tearen very quickly with a cast of mocked magic, with the gust, the flame eating his flesh was cast out.
“ENOUGH!” the god-mind projected into the minds of all and then he pointed at the two who stood, declaring, “Fall to your knees!”
“Illidan, look right!” Gildarts warned as he saw a streak of blue slashing through the air aimed directly where it would have hit, right between Illidan’s eyes. There was no way the Scourge of Darkshire would have the time to respond, Gildarts raised his steel palm to intercept the gelid scythe, spontaneously paralyzed as the fractal pattern climbed up his hollow-armored arm. The cast had pierced the magic flowing directly through the metal of his left arm like a chomp from razor-sharp jaws of ice. Reduced to a mere man humbled to the ground from the shock waves of agony tearing into his magical ani-flesh, adamant to stifle his own howl of torment, he would not let his enemies claim victory, though he felt agony’s savagery to the bone.
The sorcerer brought forth sparks of magic when he saw his ally sacrifice his own arm, after firing forth another Felfire ball at the Sage he rushed to Gildarts, striking back at the shortest who neared with the intention of striking his foe, however Illidan summoned his jade magic forth, neutralizing the enemy. Their competitive tally was even again and Illidan began feeling the fragments of weary, meanwhile Sage whisked a large chunk of the magic fire off his cloak and into the bark of a tree. Like kindling the fire took root, spreading a portent shimmering blaze of viridian flame above them. What was once the lush canopy of leaves had now been eaten alive by their own destruction.
The Betrayer spat the distaste for his upsurge of memories, “You just had to play the hero, didn’t you? What is it about you people who eat it up? Their approval? Tch, you’re better than that. Now stand and fight.”
It felt like a tall order to even wiggle the wizard's toes, the enchantment had left his digits feeling limp and his mind watery but he stiffened his chin and stood. He paused to sweep the side of his hand over his swollen lip, tasting the sting of salt mixed with his own blood.
Nealaphh and Malon stood side-by-side, she’d come back to her mind with the God-mind’s telepathic beacon and though her head throbbed with the after effect, she had little recollection as to what she’d seen. Surrounding the two rivaled pairs was the felfire-lit rubble the brawl had wrought.
This, with the curtain of flames in the canopy above, was not a moment for words, but rather fire-crackling tacit silence. Gildarts remained still, his eyes daggers against Tearen’s malevolence. The God-mind had... Evolved. “Well, what are you waiting for?” he sibilated.
Silence. Even the mage’s awry mind had stilled. It unnerved his opponent while ash and flame-lit leaves began to fall in twinkling pieces like rain that had been been turned to glowing jades. Time around them was Tearen’s focus, within the slowed rain of flames the onset of battle regained its pace, this time, with the god-mind stealing the upper hand. With that, Gildarts knew.
Instead of doing what usually won him a battle, Gildarts worked to peel his eyes off of Tearen and spoke a truth he’d never admitted before, “Illidan, I cannot do this alone.”
Illidan remained motionless and a quizzical expression wove on his brow. Gildarts keenly nodded to his ally, the plan was unspoken, just wisps of it were thought. As their partnership had started in the nebulous city streets, he would open the door and Illidan would strike.
Gildarts raised his palm and cast forth a strong release of wrathful magic. Tearen’s heels dug in, as though deflecting or dodging out of the way of most of the blow. “What, you think you can stop me with something as petty as that?”
Above, the splitting tree branch and flaming mulch crashed down, wooden boughs becoming bars of an emerald torched cage. Pinning their enemy as the enchanted flames crawled up Tearen’s clothes while the god-mind struggled, trapped under the grip of a flaming skeletal hand. Malon thrust the fire off of Tearen very quickly with a cast of mocked magic, with the gust, the flame eating his flesh was cast out.
“ENOUGH!” the god-mind projected into the minds of all and then he pointed at the two who stood, declaring, “Fall to your knees!”
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Gildarts T1 power up has powered down. No SP was used this post.
Picking up from when neally kicked Gil in the kidney:
Humble Sage struck Gildarts’ inorganic arm with his “Dash of Frost Rime” and it leeched onto the magic in his body
Illidan used Felfire Bolt on Sage
Illidan used Fel Shock on Ghostie
Nealaphh used Mind Surge on Malon to defibrillate her mind back into consciousness, and it seemed to work *without any of the negative downsides or damage,* as contained by Nealaphh, who would never wish that agony on her, nor would he allow it. (Checked with Tearen to make sure and he said that it was an inventive use of the move and something that would likely be done).
Scenic: There is a green fire in the canopy of the trees that are still left, THANKS ILLIDAN, Sage don’t sacrifice the trees just because you don’t wanna burn alive, remember smokey the bear)
Tearen charges Spontaneity in Patience but does not deploy it my move
Gildarts used Wall at the same time as Illidan used Push on the elf-fire lit tree branches above, the fire falls on Tearen and Malon will use Mimicked push (or wall) to get it off of him without damaging herself.
Illidan rises and for his Finale uses Obsessive Complex Insertion. I leave it up to the next person to decide what explodes in their minds! (also you can opt out of this for another move I wasn’t specific as to effects) Have fun making Gil and Illidan afraid of fire or someshit.
Writing SN: **As such, they as a duo have opted to unite their battle styles and magic to defeat people rather than remain more solo, this change was implied in the text, but may be portrayed as such too. If you don’t want to write it this way that’s fine too.**
Small SN to the audience: I did see that Tearen used a detonating move last round but Gildarts was also wobbly and pmuch crying on the ground eating soil to muffle his pain so I just opted not to show it. It likely hit Tearen before/after he plunged into Malon’s mind. Gildarts really didn’t witness it.
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