06-21-2017, 01:15 PM
“Malon!” a familiar voice called out to her.
“Ghh… I’m fine!” Thanks to you, Malon added in her mind. Tearen was dragging her away from Gildarts and she could feel the effects of the gravity spell fading over time. Why was he not following them… something around his leg? Tearen let her down and stood with his back to her, ready to take the mage on again.
“Stay behind me, they-“
“No, I won’t! They’ve figured things out!” Malon interrupted Tearen, caring little for the rudeness of it. “They’ll keep going for me to draw you out.”
“I can’t let them get-“ Tearen started, then paused as he realized what she was saying. “… then what do you propose?”
“Let’s make the first strike this time. I’m tough enough to take it if it fails – I grew up at a farm after all.” She lowered her voice to a whisper, shared her plan with Tearen then rushed forth before he could protest. Instead of rushing towards the approaching mage, however, she headed towards Illidan who’d been left unattended. As such Gildarts paid her no mind this time.
Illidan saw her coming from a figurative mile away and blocked her two sickles with one of his green demonblades. “You again? Do you seek death so much?” he asked mockingly while attacking her with the weapon in his other hand. His attack was, however, slower than before. The battle was taking its toll on everyone.
Malon dropped forward, having expected that attack, but was a moment too slow. Pain exploded along her back as the green blade cut diagonally across her right backside from her shoulder almost to her waist, meeting little resistance. But in the split second before the injury began to hurt she carried out her plan. Illidan took notice of one sickle realigning and slashing at his head, which he blocked by pulling his own blade up some. What he did not notice was the minuscule shred of cloth from his blindfold, torn off by the tip of Malon’s sickle and impaled on it. Malon then dropped flat on the ground belly-first and rolled to the side in anticipation of a follow-up blade attack. Instead she received a kick to the stomach – the demon hunter had known what to expect and reacted accordingly, his experience putting him one step ahead. The force of the kick emptied her lungs and had her roll several meters backwards before she caught herself and rose to her knees. Illidan followed after her.
“Don’t worry, we won’t kill you yet. You’ll be more useful as a hostage.”
“I… don’t think so.” Adrenaline was rushing through Malon’s veins. That back injury? Painful and probably bleeding but Illidan had luckily missed vital spots. She had what she needed… and Tearen needed her now. She plucked the shred of cloth from her sickle.
“What are you…” Illidan asked. Then Malon threw her hand forward, casting another “borrowed” technique. Illidan gasped as an immense gravitational pull dragged him to the ground. Malon wasted no time watching the spell’s effects though. The shred of cloth formed into a blindfold equal to Illidan’s own, save for a pair of eye-holes. As she donned it her form blurred once again and reformed into a lookalike of the demon hunter himself, complete with his twin blades.
Grasping Malon’s plan in a heartbeat Illidan tried to call out to Gildarts but the spell shoved him to the ground, muffling his words. The fake Illidan then put on her best “Illidan” face whilst trying to ignore the searing pain on her back. She began walking towards Gildarts from a different angle so he would not see the real Illidan behind her.
Tearen and Gildarts were locked into a struggle that was going more and more in the mage’s favour. As the former kept pulling boulders and chunks of earth from the ground with his Telekinesis to use as projectiles Gildarts was breaking them with simple punches, slowly advancing towards him. Malon interfered into that struggle by calling out: “Gildarts!”
The mage whipped his head around and saw his ally coming closer, bent over and coughing. “The whelp… is dead. Let me help you! We’ll finish him tog-“
Malon could not finish that sentence because Gildarts’s fist took a direct course for her face – the mage’s magic senses had not been fooled by her disguise for a second. She leant backwards and was promptly hit by his other fist, which sent her flying up. The badly-tied blindfold came up during that and Malon’s disguise was replaced by her true form. To make matters worse the white-masked bug made a comeback, capitalizing on Malon’s momentary weakness to attack her in midair. And Illidan? A momentary focus on his restraint allowed him to break the spell.
“Ghh… I’m fine!” Thanks to you, Malon added in her mind. Tearen was dragging her away from Gildarts and she could feel the effects of the gravity spell fading over time. Why was he not following them… something around his leg? Tearen let her down and stood with his back to her, ready to take the mage on again.
“Stay behind me, they-“
“No, I won’t! They’ve figured things out!” Malon interrupted Tearen, caring little for the rudeness of it. “They’ll keep going for me to draw you out.”
“I can’t let them get-“ Tearen started, then paused as he realized what she was saying. “… then what do you propose?”
“Let’s make the first strike this time. I’m tough enough to take it if it fails – I grew up at a farm after all.” She lowered her voice to a whisper, shared her plan with Tearen then rushed forth before he could protest. Instead of rushing towards the approaching mage, however, she headed towards Illidan who’d been left unattended. As such Gildarts paid her no mind this time.
Illidan saw her coming from a figurative mile away and blocked her two sickles with one of his green demonblades. “You again? Do you seek death so much?” he asked mockingly while attacking her with the weapon in his other hand. His attack was, however, slower than before. The battle was taking its toll on everyone.
Malon dropped forward, having expected that attack, but was a moment too slow. Pain exploded along her back as the green blade cut diagonally across her right backside from her shoulder almost to her waist, meeting little resistance. But in the split second before the injury began to hurt she carried out her plan. Illidan took notice of one sickle realigning and slashing at his head, which he blocked by pulling his own blade up some. What he did not notice was the minuscule shred of cloth from his blindfold, torn off by the tip of Malon’s sickle and impaled on it. Malon then dropped flat on the ground belly-first and rolled to the side in anticipation of a follow-up blade attack. Instead she received a kick to the stomach – the demon hunter had known what to expect and reacted accordingly, his experience putting him one step ahead. The force of the kick emptied her lungs and had her roll several meters backwards before she caught herself and rose to her knees. Illidan followed after her.
“Don’t worry, we won’t kill you yet. You’ll be more useful as a hostage.”
“I… don’t think so.” Adrenaline was rushing through Malon’s veins. That back injury? Painful and probably bleeding but Illidan had luckily missed vital spots. She had what she needed… and Tearen needed her now. She plucked the shred of cloth from her sickle.
“What are you…” Illidan asked. Then Malon threw her hand forward, casting another “borrowed” technique. Illidan gasped as an immense gravitational pull dragged him to the ground. Malon wasted no time watching the spell’s effects though. The shred of cloth formed into a blindfold equal to Illidan’s own, save for a pair of eye-holes. As she donned it her form blurred once again and reformed into a lookalike of the demon hunter himself, complete with his twin blades.
Grasping Malon’s plan in a heartbeat Illidan tried to call out to Gildarts but the spell shoved him to the ground, muffling his words. The fake Illidan then put on her best “Illidan” face whilst trying to ignore the searing pain on her back. She began walking towards Gildarts from a different angle so he would not see the real Illidan behind her.
Tearen and Gildarts were locked into a struggle that was going more and more in the mage’s favour. As the former kept pulling boulders and chunks of earth from the ground with his Telekinesis to use as projectiles Gildarts was breaking them with simple punches, slowly advancing towards him. Malon interfered into that struggle by calling out: “Gildarts!”
The mage whipped his head around and saw his ally coming closer, bent over and coughing. “The whelp… is dead. Let me help you! We’ll finish him tog-“
Malon could not finish that sentence because Gildarts’s fist took a direct course for her face – the mage’s magic senses had not been fooled by her disguise for a second. She leant backwards and was promptly hit by his other fist, which sent her flying up. The badly-tied blindfold came up during that and Malon’s disguise was replaced by her true form. To make matters worse the white-masked bug made a comeback, capitalizing on Malon’s momentary weakness to attack her in midair. And Illidan? A momentary focus on his restraint allowed him to break the spell.
Quote:Posted from the right character this time <_<
After swapping the order yet again, Tearen and I agreed (With Alex’s blessing, ofc) that I'll be writing first and he will conclude the fight! Thanks everyone, this battle has been nothing but fun!
Combat Log:
-Atlas on Malon wore off as Tearen dragged her out of harm’s way.
[Scene Break]
-Malon attacks Illidan with Hylian Sickles. Illidan blocks with one of his Twin Blades of Azzinoth and attacks her with the other. Malon is slashed across the right side of her back - ouch!
-Malon attacks Illidan again, cutting off a bit of his blindfold. Illidan blocks most of the attack again.
-Illidan kicks Malon in the stomach (no move) and sends her rolling back.
-Malon casts Atlas (Mimicked from Gildarts) on Illidan and uses the cloth to create a Shapeshift form matching Illidan’s appearance.
-Malon then shapeshifts using the catalyst to look like Illidan and summons Twin Blades of Azzinoth (Mimicked from Illidan).
[Scene Break II]
-Tearen is using Telekinesis to throw stuff at Gildarts, who simply… well, punches stuff away (no move).
-Gildarts’s Enhanced Senses let him see past Malon’s disguise. He punches her twice (again, no move), sending her flying.
-Malon loses the blindfold and reverts to her real appearance (not to her “Snake” appearance)
-Little Ghost is leaping towards Malon to attack her in the air.
-Illidan breaks out of Atlas and is ready to go for the last leg of this battle!
-The Sage just lays there for the whole duration or something.