Writer's Academy - Darkwolf vs Hyzenthlay

[Victoria]

The tournament has finally gone under way in the Writer's Academy, so without further ado, you two will be portraying your combat skills in Basics.

This round will end in three weeks from now, January 21st.

[Darkwolf]

Pushing through the smoke, the sound of Dragoth's boots echoed far, a bang that seemed to go over and over. Despite his best efforts, he could not soften the sound at all, unless he gave up speed to do it. This annoyed him, to be vulnerable to surprise. He hated this place. Despite it's comforting darkness, it was just too desolate of a place, and his visibility was very much weakened by the smoke around him. He wanted to move forward as much as possible and as fast as he could without exhausting him. So this was his position, in the middle of nowhere, vulnerable, and hating it.

His foot took one step and suddenly he froze. His senses were disrupted by something, he just couldn't find out what. His head whipped from one direction to the other. Everything seemed quiet for what seemed to be ten seconds, although more like one. A very slight noise seemed to repeat over and over. He looked around, trying to sense even a tiny glimse of what made the noise. It kept getting slightly louder. The tension grew, and suddenly a burst of noise. Dragoth nearly jumped as he saw a bird burst into the sky. Furious, he drew a small knife and threw it, knocking the thing out of the sky and killing it.

The sound seemed to be getting softer, but Dragoth convinced himself that his senses were disrupted by the bird's fluttering. He put his left hand on Akilroth, as he walked forward into the grey abyss that seemed neverending.

[Hyzenthlay]

(OOC: Nice fighting with you darkwolf. I just re-read you char profile and I think this will be good.)

Nkomis stood still for quite some time, gaining baring above all else. She had never fought in such a shrouded place. She was conforted here by the lack of light but her eye's played tricks on her, shadows moved beyond the veil, shapes of figures. It could be anyone out here. Anything. Minutes went by and still she remained, motionless. Her ears pricked at the softest of sounds. Her hand steady on her Daito's hilt. Steady, waiting. She started to move but stopped abruptly. She had heard a noise, the patter of fast, echoing footsteps out in the fog. Her heart skipped but she mastered it and with one slow movement withdrew her sword, the scraping noise roused a crow nearby and it fluttered off to her left in a frenzy. Next, a thud. A tiny body had hit the ground, the crow. Her opponent at this point, to her, seemed relentless and above all else agitated. She walked forward slowly, her footing precise her eye's darting this way and that trying in vain to pierce the thick of the mist.

Then her heart skipped for a second time as she fumbled on a log and nearly fell. Turning this mishap into an advantage she silently landed, keeping low and with one slice her sword had cut the log in two. She threw one piece left and one right. Her aim at this moment was to rouse her opponent, maybe even trick them into believing they had more than one person to fight. With that in mind she called out,

"Come, stranger. Entertain us with your skill. I'm sure by the end of this day we shall call eachother comrades"

She bit her tongue, hating herself for ever suggesting she needed attachment. Whatever it was out there, it would never be a comrade. Still, she waited she remained as steady as she could. Even concentrating on her breathing and heartbeat. She must not fall victim to a fatal, unforseen blow in the dark. So she prepared, her daito raised and waiting, begging for new blood.

[Darkwolf]

("Come, stranger. Entertain us with your skill. I'm sure by the end of this day we shall call eachother comrades")

"Hmm?" Dragoth muttered softly to himself. He would never become comrades with this person, but the fact that they suggested this made him smile. He could bring horror, and death to this person. Some more fun? Akilroth inquired. Yes, my good friend, yes it is. He began to move forward when a soft whistling noise seemed to come at him. He drew Akilroth, and as the object became clearer he took a large slash at it, nearly making the object explode. Wood shards hit him, which did nothing more than annoy him even more.

"Come, and let us meet. Only then may I be able to determine that we could become (He almost choked, but he spat it out anyway) friends." He put Akilroth away, and ignored the questions as to what he was planning on doing. He merely said to Akilroth, "I wish to cause this human pain, and to do that I must give them a brief shine of hope so that I may crush it." The questions went away, the environment became silent. He stepped forward a couple steps and stopped. "I need to know that you are not trying to ambush me, please come out from hiding" He gripped the pommel of Akilroth, the urge to attack was great. Finally, he took his hand off and calmed himself down. If he seemed too suspicious, he could make a fatal error that could make the person attack first. At this place, that seemed to be the last thing Dragoth wanted.

[Hyzenthlay]

"I need to know that you are not trying to ambush me, please come out from hiding"

Her opponent had spoken, probably the most astounding thing up to now it seemed. She never expected her provocation to pay off in this way but it did and the moment she heard the dry log explode she leapt silently in the direction of the flying debris. Landing softly she brought her sword to her side, let it fall softly to the ground, the air shifted and took a while to again clog with the smog. Nkomis smiled, her idea would work after all. Without another thought she pulled back her hands and shifted them in rapid movement almost like runic symbols. The air condensed and suddenly exploded outwards sending the thick fog with it and even hopefully her opponent too.

She recovered her sword and stood up straight, her Daito at her side pointing towards the earth she smiled as she finally saw her opponent clearly; a darkened shape straightening up no more than 10 feet away from her. He held in his hand a sword that seemed to scream but then she heard nothing and the sound was lost on the breeze.

Her eye’s narrowed as a ball of crystal clear water formed in her right palm, in her left the hilt of her daito sat snugly yet hanging loose. She awaited his reaction with anticipation and hoped the battle would be over before the mist had chance to form once more.

[Darkwolf]

A burst of wind made Dragoth whip his head around. There, he clearly saw his opponent, forming a magic attack. Now he was furious, He kept Akilroth in his sheath and said, "So you have chosen to try to throw me off gaurd, but really I was going to do the same exact thing. Come, and feel pain beyond your wildest dreams!" He held his right hand high and a very violent ball of fire seemed to errupt from it. Tounges of flames burst from it all around, merely brushing off of Dragoth. He smiled as his eyes showed the crimson color of his evil self.

He waved his fingers around a little, and the ball began to spin. He sent it forward, but not as a sphere attack. He tighened the muscles on his fingers and with that one quick movement he made the fire explode forward, but not back. He also used both hands, their movements minimalistic but effective, as he made the fire's path bend twords the enemy. As he finally let go of the control, he drew Akilroth and rushed forward, until he was just behind the fire attack.

One slash to the left shoulder, and one to the right side, he swung Akilroth with a speed that was only milliseconds slower than a blink of an eye. He knew he was using up too much energy to begin his battle, but he also knew that a display of strength could freighten her and make her more vulnerable to his ferocious attacks. He finally ended by pivoting his body until he was behind her, jumped back a small ways, and waited for a reaction. In his right hand was Akilroth, in his left was a small flame the side of a candle, which would be used for his next strike...

[Hyzenthlay]

The man, whome Nkomis had decerned was an elf of some kind judging by his magic skill and her own knowledge, had summoned fire from his very fingertips. So much like Kie's ability was this that her eye's widened as her mind fell blank. A second of this and the fire had folded in on itself and then blown forwards and at an alarming rate it shot towards her.

Not knowing what to do for the first time in the battle she simply threw her right arm forward to counter the flames with her own elemental orb. This seemed to work on half of the fast moving wall but teh other half remained its course and ferocious velocity. And from the patch she had extinguished her opponent sprang brandishing his sword.

Her opponent had made his move. She had barely any time to react as his sword glanced of her left shoulder. As another blow set to hit her right side was played she jumped with it, to the right, as she did she felt the heat of his magic as it licked at her hair and left a faint burning smell on the wind.

Recovering she looked up, he was know-where to be seen. Hearing his heavy feet on the earth behind her she flipped forward and rotated again facing him at a distance of no more than 10 feet.

"Your words have become mundane and this idle banter bores me" she snarled as she and fingered the patch of singed hair in her fringe.

She also felt the sting of a burn to her face, not too severe but enough to tell her that this fight wasn't one to be taken lightly. She pulled up her gaze to her opponent and felt her face boil with anger. She'd had enough of this game. An like a game of chess she planned moves ahead, not his but her own and told herself that with whatever eventuality her guard would never fall again.

With that she stabbed her daito into the ground and pushed both palms outwards faceing her opponent and brandishing these a wall of frothing, howling water formed from nothingness. She focused it and pushed it forward in a hope of diverting his attention. Almost immediatly she pulled up her sword and raced forward and as the wall reached the point at which her target had stood she crouched and lanched a mighty slash from left to right at knee level.

[Darkwolf]

"So, you aren't weak, that's good. I love a good fight" Dragoth said as he raised his left hand and let a small amount of fire form. He then put both hands on Akilroth's handle. The flame seemed to disappear as he readied himself for the water that rushed forward at him. He raised his blade, and with one giant swing attempted to cleave the water in half. Rising steam revealed Dragoth's plan. He was still soaked some on his legs and such, but he had weakened most of it. He now payed attention to his attacker, who was surprisingly only a few feet away from him. He had little time to react to the attack, so he simply put Akilroth in front of his leg to block his opponent's attack. He turned to face her when he looked down, a sharp pain in his leg revealed a cut in his leg. It wasn't too bad, but he would have to do better next time.

Now he faced her yet again. He took both hands and held Akilroth directly pointing at her. He smiled as he let flames spiral from the blade. He let more and more burst from it, he saw that she could only absorb some, so if he were to overpower this, he could do more damage this time. He kept piling on the energy until he was satisfyed. Once he broke from feeding the flames, he stepped back a few steps and hit something. He looked down, and saw a log, or a half of one. He picked it up and put it in his left hand for later, maybe he could use it somehow...

[Hyzenthlay]

Her last attack had proved futile aside from landing a small gash on her opponents calf. She pulled up and stepped back. Her opponent gathered a spiralling inferno on the blade of his sword; she was sure she had heard him talk to it but had shrugged this off. The fact that he was gathering such a large amount of flames told her that he believe he had seen the most of her powers which, of course, was ludicrous.

She panted and held her Daito steady, waiting for him to make his move. It seemed like this fight was turn-based. She needed this though, this would give her time to plan a counter. She like it just the way it was going.

Come on, move. She thought to herself.

Then seeing her opponent step back she took a second to check her armour and its integrity, even though he hadnt landed a direct blow it couldn't hurt to check. Seeing everything was fine her focus returned once more to the elven man standing before her. He had picked up half of the log she had cut in half before their bout and held it tightly in his left hand. Maybe he planne dto set it alight? Throw it at her? It's weight could prove a problem so she entered these as outcomes and in turn improvised ways to counter the situations she could think of.

After they had been standing still for near on 10 seconds she lunged forward just to his right side and just as she was behind him she bent her torso and brought her Daito around to meet his back. Whilst she did this she withdrew her katana and thrusted forward at his loins. A quick, easy incapacitation would be the perfect outcome, a mere injury still helpful in revealing his weak points.

[Victoria]

I suppose nobody listened when I said the round ends the 21st? Yeah, that's today if you didn't realize. >_>; The posts you made today don't count.