07-04-2017, 03:25 PM
The Sage pressed the attack as best as he could. The strange warrior was off-balance, this was an opportunity he could not waste. Dueling cane struck ribs, head, arms, but the Sage could not shake the feeling that he was doing very little damage to his foe. The strange putty she seemed composed of gave too easily, molding to his strikes, dampening their effect. Could he even hurt something this malleable?
The sharp contrast in their ability to endure blows became apparent, as the girl recovered her stance, planting one foot and bringing the other knee up into the Sage face. The wearying scholar was lifted bodily out of the air and though he managed to land in a crouch, his already injured jaw had definitely broken. How long could his strange blood keep him in one piece?
Questions continued to plague the Sage as he tried to reorient his blurred vision. He needed to focus, without control of this fight he would be utterly decimated by the sheer power the girl possessed. The Sage forced himself to concentrate, blocking out the buzzing in his ears. He refused to pay attention, as the clefts he had bashed into his foe reformed with a disturbing simplicity. Her scouter pinged, noting a visible rise in power as the Sage’s form took on years in the matter of seconds.
The ancient warrior approached with a shuffling stance, watching for his foe to make a move. He didn’t have to wait long, the blue warrior charged in again, still silent. The Sage prepared to punish the clumsy assault, but he paused, instead electing to leap backwards for distance. Something about the warrior’s footwork had felt wrong. Indeed, the moment he would have stepped in to strike the Majin pulled to a halt, one hand full of strange magical energy. Without pausing she fired it at the Sage, who landed prone to evade the blast as it soared over his head. Still on the offensive, the bubblegum warrior fired more magical shots, the Sage doing his best to dodge. He couldn’t keep up the momentum however, and several of the blasts rammed into him, the constant barrage slamming him back into the sloping wall of the Isolation verse.
With a grunt, the Sage rolled himself backwards, managing to get his feet planted against the wall. He bent backwards and leapt, gaining surprising airtime as he sailed over the barrage. The girl’s face was hidden by the perforated mask, so he couldn’t read her expression, but the fact that she blocked his midair strike instead of attacking spoke to her surprise. The Sage landed in a roll, muscles still sore from being fried in the massive hands of that sanctimonious vigilante.
He forced himself back up, and summoned a purple shape in one hand. He approached the warrior, strikes aimed more to occupy his foe than to deal the most damage, his spell tugging at limbs to hamper her abilities. He was playing for time, he needed an opening in her guard. The blueberry monster’s speed and strength were uncanny; it was little wonder this warrior had nearly won the contest. The Sage was barely avoiding more than glancing blows.
Mercifully, he spotted his opening, a backhanded swing that left her right side undefended. He yanked hard on the arm and though the weight barely slowed Graowr, her eyes flickered towards the unexpected tug for a second. The Sage struck, a savage blow to the side of the head, caving in part of the moldable flesh and cracking the hockey mask slightly.
“OW!” came the indignant shout from his foe, and before the Sage could react she leapt into the air, landing a punishing kick to the side of the head, that sent the Sage tumbling into the wall once again.
He got to his feet, preparing to fire a frost rime to keep her at bay, but he couldn’t focus through the horrendous ringing in his ear, and the sparks fizzled to nothingness in his hand. His power was failing, he simply had nothing left to give. The years of experience and strength fled him, as the Sage returned to normal. He struggled to stay standing, his fractured foot spiking pain through the whole leg. The limb locked, and the Sage’s attempt at a stance crumpled, causing him to drop to one knee. He hadn’t even gotten a good look at his foe, She wouldn’t have been this disabled by his strike though. He needed to recover quickly, or he was in trouble.
Almost unconsciously, a book appeared in his hand, and he held it open. The words faced Graowr and black scythes of ink surged from the pages, hacking and shredding at the surprised Majin.
The sharp contrast in their ability to endure blows became apparent, as the girl recovered her stance, planting one foot and bringing the other knee up into the Sage face. The wearying scholar was lifted bodily out of the air and though he managed to land in a crouch, his already injured jaw had definitely broken. How long could his strange blood keep him in one piece?
Questions continued to plague the Sage as he tried to reorient his blurred vision. He needed to focus, without control of this fight he would be utterly decimated by the sheer power the girl possessed. The Sage forced himself to concentrate, blocking out the buzzing in his ears. He refused to pay attention, as the clefts he had bashed into his foe reformed with a disturbing simplicity. Her scouter pinged, noting a visible rise in power as the Sage’s form took on years in the matter of seconds.
The ancient warrior approached with a shuffling stance, watching for his foe to make a move. He didn’t have to wait long, the blue warrior charged in again, still silent. The Sage prepared to punish the clumsy assault, but he paused, instead electing to leap backwards for distance. Something about the warrior’s footwork had felt wrong. Indeed, the moment he would have stepped in to strike the Majin pulled to a halt, one hand full of strange magical energy. Without pausing she fired it at the Sage, who landed prone to evade the blast as it soared over his head. Still on the offensive, the bubblegum warrior fired more magical shots, the Sage doing his best to dodge. He couldn’t keep up the momentum however, and several of the blasts rammed into him, the constant barrage slamming him back into the sloping wall of the Isolation verse.
With a grunt, the Sage rolled himself backwards, managing to get his feet planted against the wall. He bent backwards and leapt, gaining surprising airtime as he sailed over the barrage. The girl’s face was hidden by the perforated mask, so he couldn’t read her expression, but the fact that she blocked his midair strike instead of attacking spoke to her surprise. The Sage landed in a roll, muscles still sore from being fried in the massive hands of that sanctimonious vigilante.
He forced himself back up, and summoned a purple shape in one hand. He approached the warrior, strikes aimed more to occupy his foe than to deal the most damage, his spell tugging at limbs to hamper her abilities. He was playing for time, he needed an opening in her guard. The blueberry monster’s speed and strength were uncanny; it was little wonder this warrior had nearly won the contest. The Sage was barely avoiding more than glancing blows.
Mercifully, he spotted his opening, a backhanded swing that left her right side undefended. He yanked hard on the arm and though the weight barely slowed Graowr, her eyes flickered towards the unexpected tug for a second. The Sage struck, a savage blow to the side of the head, caving in part of the moldable flesh and cracking the hockey mask slightly.
“OW!” came the indignant shout from his foe, and before the Sage could react she leapt into the air, landing a punishing kick to the side of the head, that sent the Sage tumbling into the wall once again.
He got to his feet, preparing to fire a frost rime to keep her at bay, but he couldn’t focus through the horrendous ringing in his ear, and the sparks fizzled to nothingness in his hand. His power was failing, he simply had nothing left to give. The years of experience and strength fled him, as the Sage returned to normal. He struggled to stay standing, his fractured foot spiking pain through the whole leg. The limb locked, and the Sage’s attempt at a stance crumpled, causing him to drop to one knee. He hadn’t even gotten a good look at his foe, She wouldn’t have been this disabled by his strike though. He needed to recover quickly, or he was in trouble.
Almost unconsciously, a book appeared in his hand, and he held it open. The words faced Graowr and black scythes of ink surged from the pages, hacking and shredding at the surprised Majin.
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Sage uses dueling cane a bunch, because that'll work. X)
Graowr uses knee to the face, it's SUPER EFFECTIVE!
Sage activates T1 powerup: Borrow the future for this post only (1/5 SP remaining)
ATK:1 --> 3
DEF:3 --> 3
SPD:2 --> 4
TEQ:5 --> 6
Graw tries to get tricky, but the Sage reads the attack.
Graw uses Energy Shot, which the Sage reads with Insight and manages to dodge.
However he takes several hits from the numerous Ki blasts she follows it up with.
Sage uses Master Acrobat and Basic Super Jumping to close the distance with bubblegum Jason.
The Sage uses Failed Magican: Burden Blade and TEQ to keep from getting too hurt while he waits for an opening.
Sage uses the charged form of Burden blade to create an opening and uses Perturbing strike.
Graowr uses mimic to return the favor, though her pertubing strike is a bit more painful. (Jeeze how is this guy a scholar with the number of headwounds he keeps getting?)
Sage tries to use Failed Magician: A Dash of Frost-Rime, but he doesn't realize that he's overtaxed his manapool (canceling the spell and preventing him from accessing any Failed Magican moves until a minute has passed.)
Sage's powerup runs out, and he is just generally running out of steam to keep fighting people like this.
ATK: 3 --> 1
DEF: 3 --> 3
SPD: 4 --> 2
TEQ: 6 --> 5
In an effort to defend itself/it's host, his bibliomancy activates T1 SA: The Pen is mightier thant the Sword! (0/5 SP remaining)
back to you, Your Blarghness.
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