06-20-2017, 04:12 PM
The Sage flew through the air, body wracked with eldritch electricity. Luck or fate intercepted his path with a tangle of thick vines, though his initial relief was offset by the difficulty of regaining his mobility. The Sage dropped to the ground with a nimbleness born of pure necessity. If he stopped fighting now, he would die. No words would change that fact.
The Sage took stock as he raced back towards the battle. Already, he could feel the borrowed power ebbing as he neared his opponents. Tearen seemed locked in battle with the demon hunter and the little insect was slowly stumbling out of the jungle, looking down at its thorax as an anxious-looking face materialized over its head. The small girl that Tearen had allied with was struggling to even stay on hands and knees, so strong was the pressure the crash mage was heaping upon her shoulders. That was hardly necessary, the girl was no threat to a mage as powerful as Gildarts. Power breeds arrogance. He thought retrieving his dueling cane.
“Arrogance will be your undoing, mage!” The Sage shouted, charging towards Gildarts, only to have his assault rebuffed by the strongest prime’s magic. With a grunt, he turned his backwards flight into a flip. Landing, he brought his momentum back around, this time sweeping the dueling cane towards the mage’s legs. Gildarts easily hopped backwards, but before he could prepare a counter, the bibliomancer advanced.
“You prefer to fight an old man, then?” the Sage taunted, anything he could do to draw exclusive attention. The red-headed warrior seemed to be slowing down, but even with the vestiges of his borrowed power, the Sage was barely able to match the mage. He continued to press the attack, switching styles, changing tactics mid-sequence, every effort he could to keep the mage off balance. He landed several blows, but Gildart’s trained instincts dulling those strikes he could not dodge. The Sage had to keep him on the defensive, he couldn’t afford to take more blows from the crash mage. Not if he was getting off this island in one piece.
The Sage struck left, switching grips on the dueling cane when Gildarts blocked the blow. He quickly jabbed the pole at the mage’s face, but his momentum froze as Gildarts closed his metal fist around the cane, stopping the strike inches from his face.
The Sage hesitated for just a second before rekindling the flame in his hand, but it proved to be too long. With a slight grunt of effort, the hardened wood of the dueling cane splintered into pieces in the mage’s hand. That’s it. The Sage thought, I’ve lost. But he refused to stop fighting. With a speed and strength built of pure defiance, the Sage lit the broken end of the cane with his fire, and stabbed it forward, into the wizard’s face.
Gildarts gave a bellow of rage and a strong arm came up and around, striking the Sage on the shoulder and buckling his knees. He fell where he stood as the mage stumbled backwards, both hands to his face. The Sage struggled to get up, as he noticed Tearen launching away Illidan with his power. The Night elf crashing through foliage, the insect scurrying after him to capitalize on its advantage.
Gildarts was almost recovered from the surprise attack, but he had yet to regain his fighting composure. The Sage’s left knee refused to respond to his efforts and the best he could manage was to struggle up onto hands and knees, trembling from adrenaline. Tearen turned to face the three of them, and the Sage mentally prepared for the ex-enigma to blast Gildarts and himself while they were unprepared.
Instead the God-mind raced towards where they had been fighting a moment ago, helping Malon get back to her feet after so long trapped beneath Gildarts’ gravity magic. As he did so, Gildarts had at last recovered from the unexpected assault, and without a word raced toward the unprepared Tearen. The Sage grunted with pain as he raised himself up onto his knees. He quickly spun and released a set of bolas catching one leg and knocking it into the other, tripping up the strongest prime.
Gildarts cried out in surprise, but managed to keep his balance as his magic reached down to shred the thin cords that wrapped his shins. His window had closed however, and Gildarts looked up to see Tearen and Malon already recovered, prepared to press the attack while no other combatants where close enough to interfere.
My gift to you, Wover. The Sage thought emphatically, relatively certain the God-mind had not ceased his telepathy when asked. If you are to spread your message, then you must survive this fight. The Sage sank back to the ground.
The Sage took stock as he raced back towards the battle. Already, he could feel the borrowed power ebbing as he neared his opponents. Tearen seemed locked in battle with the demon hunter and the little insect was slowly stumbling out of the jungle, looking down at its thorax as an anxious-looking face materialized over its head. The small girl that Tearen had allied with was struggling to even stay on hands and knees, so strong was the pressure the crash mage was heaping upon her shoulders. That was hardly necessary, the girl was no threat to a mage as powerful as Gildarts. Power breeds arrogance. He thought retrieving his dueling cane.
“Arrogance will be your undoing, mage!” The Sage shouted, charging towards Gildarts, only to have his assault rebuffed by the strongest prime’s magic. With a grunt, he turned his backwards flight into a flip. Landing, he brought his momentum back around, this time sweeping the dueling cane towards the mage’s legs. Gildarts easily hopped backwards, but before he could prepare a counter, the bibliomancer advanced.
“You prefer to fight an old man, then?” the Sage taunted, anything he could do to draw exclusive attention. The red-headed warrior seemed to be slowing down, but even with the vestiges of his borrowed power, the Sage was barely able to match the mage. He continued to press the attack, switching styles, changing tactics mid-sequence, every effort he could to keep the mage off balance. He landed several blows, but Gildart’s trained instincts dulling those strikes he could not dodge. The Sage had to keep him on the defensive, he couldn’t afford to take more blows from the crash mage. Not if he was getting off this island in one piece.
The Sage struck left, switching grips on the dueling cane when Gildarts blocked the blow. He quickly jabbed the pole at the mage’s face, but his momentum froze as Gildarts closed his metal fist around the cane, stopping the strike inches from his face.
The Sage hesitated for just a second before rekindling the flame in his hand, but it proved to be too long. With a slight grunt of effort, the hardened wood of the dueling cane splintered into pieces in the mage’s hand. That’s it. The Sage thought, I’ve lost. But he refused to stop fighting. With a speed and strength built of pure defiance, the Sage lit the broken end of the cane with his fire, and stabbed it forward, into the wizard’s face.
Gildarts gave a bellow of rage and a strong arm came up and around, striking the Sage on the shoulder and buckling his knees. He fell where he stood as the mage stumbled backwards, both hands to his face. The Sage struggled to get up, as he noticed Tearen launching away Illidan with his power. The Night elf crashing through foliage, the insect scurrying after him to capitalize on its advantage.
Gildarts was almost recovered from the surprise attack, but he had yet to regain his fighting composure. The Sage’s left knee refused to respond to his efforts and the best he could manage was to struggle up onto hands and knees, trembling from adrenaline. Tearen turned to face the three of them, and the Sage mentally prepared for the ex-enigma to blast Gildarts and himself while they were unprepared.
Instead the God-mind raced towards where they had been fighting a moment ago, helping Malon get back to her feet after so long trapped beneath Gildarts’ gravity magic. As he did so, Gildarts had at last recovered from the unexpected assault, and without a word raced toward the unprepared Tearen. The Sage grunted with pain as he raised himself up onto his knees. He quickly spun and released a set of bolas catching one leg and knocking it into the other, tripping up the strongest prime.
Gildarts cried out in surprise, but managed to keep his balance as his magic reached down to shred the thin cords that wrapped his shins. His window had closed however, and Gildarts looked up to see Tearen and Malon already recovered, prepared to press the attack while no other combatants where close enough to interfere.
My gift to you, Wover. The Sage thought emphatically, relatively certain the God-mind had not ceased his telepathy when asked. If you are to spread your message, then you must survive this fight. The Sage sank back to the ground.
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Sage's power-up has worn out, though the soldier pill is still in effect.
Stats have changed as follows:
ATK: 4 --> 2
DEF: 4 --> 4
SPD: 5 --> 3
TEQ: 7 --> 6
Sage gets mad at Gildarts and attacks.
Gildarts uses parry.
Sage's higher TEQ lets him keep Gildarts on the defense while he uses dueling cane a BUNCH.
Gildarts gets fed up and uses Shatter (it doesn't usually work on prime weapons, but I felt it was too good a response not to do it.)
Sage freaks out and uses Perturbing strike to avoid getting rekt. (he still gets walloped for his efforts though.)
Tearen uses telekinesis to get rid of Illidan (and Little Ghost rushes to follow up.)
He opts to help Malon instead of hitting Gil and Sage while they're recovering.
This impresses Sage who uses bola shot to prevent Gildarts from getting the drop on Tearen.
Sage is more or less now satisfied that Tearen isn't a terrible person. His goal in the fight is pretty much achieved. He won't really be trying to pick a fight any more, though he will defend people who are in over their heads. (plus he's not announcing this to anyone so I imagine there are still some people who will want to get some revenge or something.)
Thanks for an awesome fight everyone!
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