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| Morning Meditation; [P] Aiden, Melmoth | |
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| Topic Started: Thu Aug 5, 2010 5:12 pm (340 Views) | |
| swordhunter | Thu Aug 5, 2010 5:12 pm Post #1 |
 
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The morning air blew coolly, gently stirring the tops of the surrounding trees as a lone figure sat silently, greeting the new day. Aiden took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he inhaled. This place, atop a tall hill above the swirling mists below, always seemed to calm the elf after a long journey....but this time, it wasn't enough to calm his raging mind. Now, as always, his thoughts were dominated by his longtime foe, Zieg. It seemed the two were destined to chase after one another across the continent for the rest of their lives. And the longer this goes on, the more chances Zieg has to kill again, Aiden thought, his brows furrowed in heavy thought. I can't keep chasing him forever, too many people will lose their lives in the process. I have to go on the offensive...track him down myself instead of letting him come to me. but how? Aiden's exhale became more of a sigh as he gave up on further meditation and began to stand up. Picking his homespun tunic from the ground, the elf took a quick look around before putting it back on, followed quickly by his swordbelt and cloak. "I'd better get back to civilization soon," Aiden muttered as he stretched slowly. "I can't imagine they'd react if I never showed up for a new mission." However, even now, the elf felt that something in the air was off. The hills, while quiet, didn't seem at peace. Usually, the sound of birds would fill the air by now...but now...nothing. Putting his hand to his chin, Aiden looked around thoughtfully. "Whatever it is, it likely isn't my problem," he said with finality, moving back towards the small campsite he'd made a short distance away. "There's probably nothing wrong anyway, I'm just being silly." Nonetheless, the elf kept a ready hand on the hilt of the broadsword at his hip. There was nothing wrong with being cautious, after all. . . Edited by swordhunter, Thu Aug 5, 2010 5:18 pm.
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| Melmoth | Sat Aug 7, 2010 9:08 am Post #2 |
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Melmoth was hungry. He had been denied a kill in the hills the night before with Yaksha, and he refused to be denied again. Today's prey had done little to hide itself, setting up on top of a hill where he could be easily seen, and easily approached through the woods all around. His patient path from tree to tree up the side of the hill was well done, each step muted by his innate skill, and the workmanship of his boots. Elf leather boots, though he'd never truly questioned whether they were made by elves, or from elves. He hoped it was the latter. The only thing he could have done better, he reflected as he reached the top and watched the elf, was hide from the birds. He had decided upon spotting his prey, that while his approach must be subtle, his attack would not be. As he could not afford the potential giveaway of reflective silver when he turned off his illusion, he had to climb the hill without it. The birds apparently did not like that, and had gone silent, having hidden or flown. Hugging a tree, he considered the possibility of the elf putting up a good fight. He was armed, and was in forested country, never a combination to be taken lightly with an elf. Moreso if the elf in question had a bow, something this one did not. That left it almost certain the elf had magic of some kind... But no matter. He was almost certainly at an advantage in close combat range and at bowshot range. Releasing the tree, Melmoth stepped back, drawing Fate, the sound of sword leaving scabbard the first of many sounds soon to rock the hills. He stepped around the tree, and entered the clearing, eyes on the prize. Fate pulsed quickly in his hand like a heartbeat, in anticipation of stopping another. |
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| swordhunter | Sat Aug 7, 2010 4:23 pm Post #3 |
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Aiden closed his eyes again and felt the cool wind tug lightly at his homespun cloak. Taking in the morning, the elf felt rejuvenated, at least in body if not spirit. Aiden took a slow, calm breath as he opened his eyes, gazing across the misty distance as he plotted a course back home. "I should start south, then weave west along the dry streambed, when I can," he muttered to no one in particular. He started to turn when he suddenly stopped and realized that he was being watched. The elf felt rather than saw the sinister presence nearby, chiding himself for not being more attentive during his meditations. Doesn't make sense though. If someone's been trying to attack me, why on earth didn't they do it before I started moving around? I was much more vulnerable when I was actually sitting on the ground. Aiden soon pushed the thoughts away, grateful for a reprieve in any form as he thought of a plan. Soon, he realized that he had little choice for the moment--there was no guarantee that the attacker would be alone...so running beforehand would be foolish. Sighing as he turned slowly, the elf decided to stand his ground for now to see what he was up against before making a further decision. He spotted a shock of white exiting the treeline...then let his gaze travel up as a tall man. Aiden said nothing as the sound of a sword being drawn drifted across the clearing. Smiling ruefully, the elf decided to take no chances and drew his own blade, a weapon with traces of bluish carvings dancing along the keen edges. "Not even a morning introduction?" Aiden called, already settling into a defensive stance. Or does your sword do all the talking?" That's not the nicest-looking sword I've ever looked at...I can almost feel it from here. Who on earth is that man...and what in the hell is he doing way out here? OOC: Blargh, short post, sorry lol Edited by swordhunter, Sat Aug 7, 2010 4:27 pm.
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| Melmoth | Sun Aug 8, 2010 10:51 am Post #4 |
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(ooc - I did without the human disguise in the last post, so your shock of white is probably red. I'm in full demon mode, though without the wings as yet.) The elf knew something of swordplay, Melmoth saw. Not just a beginner's knowledge, either. The stance he had chosen was a good one, and it showed skill and judgment. Just what I need. A good hardy fight before the kill always makes it better. However, there was something odd. Not the elf, he was mostly understood, but his sword was another matter. It was a broadsword, of not unusual shape and make. But there was something odd about it, nonetheless. Perhaps it was enchanted, and he was picking up on it. He did not plan on getting hit by it, though, so it meant little. Melmoth grinned, his mouthful of fangs flaring red before he spoke. "I let it do most of the talking, and I never tell the dead more than I'd want the living to know." It was just good policy to avoid talking to people you're going to kill. Or at least keep the talk to pleasantries such as how you're planning to disembowel them. Monologuing had been the bane of far too many people for him to see it as anything but a crime. Melmoth brought his sword up, and looked at the elf, pausing for the merest blink and calculating his battle plan. If he went all out, used all the speed at his disposal, he could probably overwhelm the elf quickly. If the elf had strong speed magic, he might be able to hold out, but not forever. He wanted to enjoy the kill, and have it be something more than an execution. Therefore, he resolved to ramp his speed down to something the elf could keep up with, using more only when necessitated by his defense. This would be a battle of cunning and skill, if he could have his way. But for the opening moves, no cunning was needed. He moved into range, stepping lightly on the fallen leafy detritus of the wooded hill, and executed a light slash, intended to cut a shallow gash from his opponent's right shoulder to left hip. He didn't truly expect to score a hit until much later. This was the part of the game where they would each sound each other out. They would attempt to kill each other after they knew who the better was. |
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| swordhunter | Sun Aug 8, 2010 1:15 pm Post #5 |
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OOC: Sorry about that, I was just going from the char description lol. BinC: Aiden qaited quiteyl for his opponent's approach, noting the man's movements and the way his eyes moved. He's skilled, came a simple thought, Probably knows a bit of magic as well...I'll have to wait for that, I'm sure. I doubt he'd start pulling out trump cards just yet. The elf strategized quickly, determined that this battle wouldn't drag out all afternoon. The longer he waited, the more tricks he would give his opponent time to use. I'll just force him to use those tricks earlier than he planned, then. And the only way to do that...is to use a few of my own. Then, a cold voice drifted across the small clearing. "I let it do most of the talking, and I never tell the dead more than I'd want the living to know." Aiden smirked in resonse, doubting there'd be much they could talk about anyway. "I never liked knowing people's names before I killed them anyway," he muttered softly. "Makings killing them too personal, for my taste." He waited patiently as the man stepped into sword range, waiting for the inevitable, testing blow. Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long as his opponent closed the distance between them and made a basic slashing attack, one easily parried by Aiden. However, the elf wasn't content with such a simple maneuver. As the man was approaching his position, the elf had been gathering magical energy around him, preparing for an attack to truly test this man's defenses. After parrying the test strike, Aiden pivoted on his right foot and pushed off, leaping a few feet backward as he raised his broadsword before him. "You came too close, friend," he said with a smile as he released the energy he had stored. "Moji!" he shouted, swinging his blade forward. At his command, an arc of blue lightning leapt from the blade, cracking through the air as it surged towards its target. The elf landed solidly and settled into another defensive stance as he watched his attack. While he hoped that such a strike could end the battle quickly, he was fairly certain the man had some trick up his sleeve. Let's see what you've got, stranger. . . |
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| Melmoth | Sun Aug 8, 2010 3:26 pm Post #6 |
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Curses marched through Melmoth's mind, a parade of verbal abuse he'd love to spew at the elf, if he only had the time. If he wanted, he supposed he could abuse his magic to talk at ludicrous speeds, but curses were only good if the other party understood them. He decided to cut off the elf's arms and legs, then curse at him. Melmoth let go of Fate with his left hand, bringing it up while the elf spoke and blurring it slightly in the process. His caution was rewarded when a bolt of lightning flew from his opponent's blade and impacted an invisible shield. Sparks blasted off in all directions, accompanied by a few small bolts. While pretty, the display was of no threat to no one. Damn, he loved his shielding bracer. Almost no weight, practically invisible while kept under clothes, and it stopped things that would blow apart normal shields, magic lightning bolts being one example. Grinning, or the fang filled angry equivalent, Melmoth raised his sword up to guard with just his right hand. And fished around in a loose pocket, pulling forth something tightly clutched in his hand. "My turn for lightning." His hand flashed upwards, opening at the top of the arc and releasing a small blue gemstone to fly into the air. He barked a word in a language he did not understand, but the meaning came through, all the same. The gemstone stopped high in the air, and shined like a miniature blue sun. Then there was a flash of white light, a roar of thunder, and the brilliant gem exploded, releasing a man sized bird composed entirely of lightning. The Thunderbird hovered in the air for a moment, each beat of its wings a muffled thunderclap to break the monotony of the incessant crackling buzz emanating from its entire being. Melmoth barked another word, and the Thunderbird screeched, a sound of shearing metal and dying hopes, before breathing a lightning bolt at the elf. My turn indeed. |
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| swordhunter | Mon Aug 9, 2010 1:10 pm Post #7 |
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Aiden watched grimly as his surprise lightning attack met an invisible barrier and crackled loudly. He watched, interest clearly on his face, as the attack slowly faded to nothingness, leaving only his now moving opponent. “A dispel of some sort,” the elf muttered softly, “Or a shield…but one that can’t be seen? Impressive trick…I’ll have to watch that in the future. Or perhaps send two at him at once. Few shields can protect the front and the back equally…I’ll have to move carefully if I want to exploit that.” The elf’s eyes narrowed suspiciously as the man raised his sword in a defensive guard. He mumbled something inaudible across the clearing before raising his hand and throwing an object that glistened above the hilltop. Aiden narrowed his eyes again, but they quickly widened as he realized what was happening. “A summon,” he growled, already pushing more energy through his sword to counter the new arrival. But to his surprise, a powerful wave of sound and light broke out from the unknown object at the top of it’s arc. Raising his free hand, the elf shielded his eyes and peered forward, spotting the summoned beast as it entered their plane. “Great,” Aiden mumbled angrily, already knowing that his ‘trump card’ had been more or less eliminated…if not worse. Not even bothering to watch the rest of the display, Aiden turned on his heel and ran, moving towards the hill’s summit. He hoped to put as much distance between himself and his new attacker as possible. However, the sudden shriek the bird emitted let Aiden know he’d already run out of time. “Well darn,” he said, turning on his heel once again just in time to see a lightning breath attack surging towards him. “Why can’t I just fight regular people once in a while?” the elf muttered as he raised his sword again. “Moji!” he shouted again, swinging his blade mightily and releasing another burst of lightning towards the oncoming attack. Again, he shielded his eyes as the two spells collided with a loud crackle of energy. The elf didn’t continue watching as the attacks seemed to struggle against one another then, after a few long seconds, exploding in a huge wave of energy. I can't use that attack again unless I feel like rendering this thing useless for a time. I should've bought two when I had the chance...I’ll have to fight him at close range,. The elf grimaced as he charged towards his opponent, already not liking the direction this fight was taking. . . |
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| Melmoth | Mon Aug 9, 2010 8:17 pm Post #8 |
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Melmoth blinked in surprise at the elf's counter to the Thunderbird's lightning bolt, and leaned forward as the explosion rocked the hilltop. Leaves and dust flew everywhere, a few dead branches snapped of trees, and the clasp on his cloak gave way, causing the tattered thing to fly backwards and tangle in a withered shrub. He'd halfway expected the elf to dodge, or attempt absorbing the bolt into his blade. He didn't really know how succesful the latter would have been, but damned if it wouldn't have looked cool. With the explosion, it was the surroundings that looked cool. The air was saturated with electricity, with little bolts of lightning harmlessly arcing about and playing over everything, especially the Thunderbird and charging elf. Melmoth barked another word, signaling to the Thunderbird to wait, for now. If the elf wanted to fight with swords, then with swords he would fight. Like I'd wanted to in the first place... The idea of flinging lightning bolts to kill someone when you could cut them disturbed him greatly. He had to admit, there was a certain beauty in charred and blasted flesh, but he enjoyed to spurting blood of a sliced artery and the curses of the wounded far more. It was a pity that the outdoors tended to disguise or mar the aftermath of battle. What could he do? He couldn't always fight in a small, white walled room, much as he wished it. Xrtchwdg cut in, spoiling his moment. Here he comes, dodge. Melmoth grabbed Fate's hilt with both hands, and stepped aside, watching to parry his enemy's blade. and if the opportunity presented itself, counter strike. He hoped fervently that he had not blown through all of his enemies tricks. If a charge was the best he could do, this would not last long. (ooc - Blasted fights. Had to resort to waxing sociopathic and electric to get to my word limit, and it still amounted to, 'I wait for you to get to me, and see what you do'   )
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| swordhunter | Mon Aug 9, 2010 11:32 pm Post #9 |
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OOC: Aye, I saw that haha. It's ok, I like to give a bit of latitude during fights, otherwise, my replies will be just as hard to hash out. As long as you don't insta-kill me, then feel free to...fight. I can deal with the outcome haha. BinC: This charge has become one of desperation more than anything else, Aiden thought as he ran full tilt down the grassy hill. He knew that there was little he could do about the new arrival to the battle. So, for now, the only way to neutralize the thunderbird's power was to move close enough to it summoner that another attack would be foolish. :et's hope our friend can't teleport in a hurry, Aiden thought with a grimace, already noting the potential flaw in his plan. However, he quickly pushed the thought away as he drew close to his opponent, watching as the man raised his blade in a defensive posture. Looking for an opening for a counter already. He's at least been taught to handle a blade...which is better than most of the ruffians I fight. Since the fighting pair had already gone through their test strikes of the day, Aiden thought that further pointless posturing was pointless. As he approached, the elf swung his arm back, preparing for a true attack. The elf let out an involuntary shout as he swung the blade forward again, striking at his opponent's middle and waiting for the inevitable ring of clashing swords to echo across the hill . . . |
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| Melmoth | Tue Aug 10, 2010 12:34 am Post #10 |
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(ooc - I am an RPer of honor, sir. I do my best to make everything sound awesome, but it only goes as far as is mutually agreeable. Otherwise nobody will RP with me.  On that note, I'll take a few liberties here, otherwise we'll get nowhere fast as we slowly exchange blows one at a time.)This was exactly what he craved and more, a fight between equals, or close enough if he hedged his speed. It would almost be a pity to kill this elf, but also supreme rapture. Some monsters were more challenging, but it was usually because of innate abilities, or magic. Crossing blades with someone highly skilled was always better, simply because you fought something that had started as nothing and become deadly through their own will. In that way it was more than a contest of strength and skill, but one of wills to rival any mages duel. And for that he secretly thanked the elf for the opportunity to test and be tested. Their blades clashed, not as the stupid brute crashings of the unskilled, but a light touching, sensing the other's defenses had stopped them, and seperating. After a few of these meetings, Melmoth lightly fumbled a parry, allowing the elf's blade a light gash on his left shoulder, with predictable results. A foot long blast of yellow-orange fire exploded from the cut, cutting off in a moment as the wound burned closed. It was painful, but the fire was soothing, and the fact that his sleeve was now burning merrily, moreso. Melmoth laughed at his good fortune. "You are almost a master with that blade. I haven't had the pleasure to say that in many, many years, and probably won't for many more. Pesky mages are killing the warrior breed, you know?" They damned well were. Everybody and their brother seemed to be running around with a spellbook these days. Oh, to be sure, he was a bit magically enhanced in the speed department, but other than that he couldn't cast a spell to save his life. So far he hadn't needed any, really. Oh, someday he might learn a bit, but only after he was the undisputed master of physical combat. And that was a bit far off... |
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| swordhunter | Tue Aug 10, 2010 1:59 pm Post #11 |
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OOC: Woot! <-- woot of excitement BinC: Within the first few meetings of their opposing blades, Aiden could tell that this fighter had more than enough skill to match his own, at least when it came to swordplay. Of course, they both knew that these strikes were child's play, easily defended strikes as they fought to understand each other and probe for a weakness that could be exploited for a true killing blow. The metallic ring of clashing blades rang out across the hillside, even more striking because of the silence of the surrounding forests. The soft crackling of the thunderbird above was the only accompanying sound to the increasingly deadly dance occurring below. Then finally, to the elf's slight surprise, his blade beat back a rather weak parry. Seizing the moment, he plunged forward, the keen edges of his broadsword piercing his opponent's defenses and slicing along his shoulder. And then, just as suddenly and unexpectedly, a spout of flame emitted from the gash, sending the elf jumping back into a defensive posture. His eyes moved back and forth quickly, expecting some sort of magic attack. Then his opponent's voice called out with a laugh. "You are almost a master with that blade. I haven't had the pleasure to say that in many, many years, and probably won't for many more. Pesky mages are killing the warrior breed, you know?" What the hell was that? Aiden thought, ignoring his opponent's statement for now, despite his own agreement. I've never seen such a thing before...except in a fellow infernos. There's no way he's one as well, though. I certainly would've felt such a thing by now...unless he's hiding those abilities as well. Knowing full well that this man was hiding tricks, Aiden began his reply with a slightly sarcastic smile. "Well I'm glad you're enjoying my skills, stranger. However, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you today--I'm quite fond of mages." Drawing his hand back as he spoke, the elf gathered magic as he continued. "For instance...I'm actually quite fond of magic, as I'm sure you've seen...and will see again. Incendie!" He shouted the last word, flinging his hand forward and producing an orb of red fire, made more powerful because of Aiden's ability with magic as well as he power as an infernos. Aiden aimed carefully and let the attack loose, smiling as his favorite attack arched through the air towards his opponent. At the same time, Aiden charged forward as well, making sure to keep his attack just ahead of him and to the left. Let's see how good that shield of his is, he thought quickly, And if he can move while using it. Then I'll be able to form a better counter. . . Edited by swordhunter, Tue Aug 10, 2010 1:59 pm.
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| Melmoth | Tue Aug 10, 2010 6:31 pm Post #12 |
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The fight was getting better than he expected. Not only could the elf fight well, but he could cast spells, fire ones, even. Fireball was many a mage's attack spell of choice, and for good reason. Versatile, easy to use, and it's fire. Melmoth could emulate it, painfully, a trick he might have to pull later. For now... It's like he's throwing magical presents at me. I'd be a fool to refuse. Keeping his eyes on the elf, Melmoth took the fireball head on, enjoying the feel as the explosion rocked him back slightly. It was an oddly pleasant sensation, one he hadn't known possible before his infusion, kind of tingly, lacking the painful ecstasy of hellfire, and the luxurious liquid heat of magma. It beat the hell out of sunlight either way. His clothes crisped, some already worn areas vaporizing entirely before blowing away. Only pleased by the fireball, he met the elf's attack, batting it aside and forgetting to hold back on his speed, and blurring badly in consequence. It didn't matter, he was already showing off, why not go all the way? He flexed his mind, igniting the air behind him into two enormous wings of flame, and swung at the elf with them, intending to burn him to a crisp. (ooc - Of course, you're probably immune to my wings, but how can I know that?) |
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| swordhunter | Wed Aug 11, 2010 12:29 am Post #13 |
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OOC: Not quite BinC: Well I'll be the most damned elf on Chaon, Aiden thought, truly amazed as his fireball made impact with little effect, besides on the clothes of his opponent. The elf recognized what had happened almost immediately, causing him to prepare to move back again out of range. A bloody demon. I should have guessed when I saw that spout of flame earlier, but I thought it was simply part of his shield spell. Considering how he took that fire attack...this one certainly isn't a novice. The elf grimaced as he suddenly realized that the majority of his spells would be of little use in the fight ahead. However, what surprised the elf even more was what happened as his blade was parried by his seemingly cheerful opponent. Again, the elf caught a hint of magic as the force of the parry traveled up his arm. Again recognizing what was at work here, the elf's mind whirrled in response. He's been holding back alright, and more than I thought. He's much more skilled than he let on to be. I'll have to retreat for now until I have a better grasp of his abilities...but to do so puts me back in the range of that blasted bird. I'd love a simple win win situation every once in a while. Then, Aiden's thoughts were broken yet again as the final surprise showed itself. His opponent suddenly sprouted great wings of red hot flame, an act which caused even Aiden's eyes to widen. Damn, he thought, angry that he'd been suckered into a fight where his opponent was able to hide so much during their fight. however, the elf pushed the thought away, suddenly scared for his life as he realized the fiery wings were sweeping towards him at a frightening pace. No choice! he thought in a panic, bringing his free hand close to his face as he leapt back as quickly as he could, pushing from his rear leg. "Shol," he incanted, disappearing from sight just as the wings swept across his former position. The flames were hot enough to ignite the grass a few feet below, a fact Aiden took note of as he used his blink spell to carry him high in the air, drifting above his opponent. "Should've picked a better spot," Aiden muttered ruefully as he realized he was floating meters above the thunderbird that had menaced him earlier. Thinking quickly, the elf sheathed his Thunderblade and pulled on the hilt of his remaining broadsword--a finely forged blade blessed with holy power. mentally, Aiden thanked the heaven's that he'd opted to carry both of the heavy blades instead of his usual longsword. Drawing the holy blade with a flourish, Aiden aimed the point of his sword down, letting gravity do the work as it pulled him towards the thunderbird and his waiting opponent. . . |
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| Melmoth | Wed Aug 11, 2010 2:34 pm Post #14 |
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Melmoth fumed as the elf disappeared. He'd missed, and if the elf could keep blinking around, this might become very difficult. As many fun tricks as he had, none really helped if you couldn't find the opponent. A thousand curses on teleportation magic. At least until I get some. Now where the hell did he get off to? He heard a sudden screech of anguish from the Thunderbird, and looked up in time to see the elf smash through it. His eyes widened with rage, and he roared as the Thunderbird froze, and then dissipated into a harmless cloud of bluish light. The bird wasn't dead, elementals weren't really alive to begin with. It would take some time for the bird to regenerate on its home plane, but after that it would be back in action. They could take being stabbed. But if Melmoth caught that sword on the head... Energy flowed from Melmoth's limbs into an Earthmeld Gem in one of his pockets. Just ahead of the elf, he sunk into the ground, completely immersing himself just as boots landed lightly on the ground above. Now he was in a predicament. He could move in the ground, but nowhere near his normal speed. He would use it to maneuver, rising up on one side of the elf. The problem lay in that he didn't expect the elf to stand still and wait for him. Clawing his way to the left through the magically softened earth, he considered what he'd have to do when he rose up again. If the elf was in sight, it became simple, he'd attack and hope to kill him before he could blink again. If he was gone, things became tricky. He couldn't very well fly about and expect to spot him through the tree cover. Nor could he track him on the ground. The only solution he saw was to give up on the chase, or open a portal to the abyss and hope the hellfire took care of him. Neither was a very attractive choice, but they beat fighting a blinking swordsman. He was fast, but could not compete with instant movement in any meaningful way. (ooc - Masterfully maneuvered on your last post. I considered dodging, but I suck at acrobatics and the situation wouldn't change much. This, however... This could go all sorts of ways.) |
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| swordhunter | Wed Aug 11, 2010 9:47 pm Post #15 |
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OOC: Thanks! it took me a while to think of the idea haha. Yayyyy real fights (“real” being used ironically”) BinC: Aiden shut his eyes tight as the point of his blade plunged through the body of the elemental. Powerful shocks arched along the elf’s body, singing his hair and eyebrows as well as his clothes. Aiden’s arms and legs jerked sporadically as they were subjected to the powerful electric power of the elemental. And then, just as suddenly, it was over as Aiden fell through the other side. A loud screech rent the air as the elemental disappeared in a sudden burst of energy. One down, he thought grimly as he continuing plunging through the air. He held on tight to his blade, prepared to stab downward and end the fight once and for all. However, before half of the remaining distance to the ground had been covered, Aiden’s opponent began to simply disappear into the ground. “No, no, no,” the elf muttered, praying that his blade would just make it before its target completely disappeared underground. However, it was not to be. Aiden nearly screamed with rage his blade made contact with the ground. Moving swiftly, Aiden lifted his body, allowing the blade to sink into the dirt to the hilt. At the same time, the elf brought his feet and rested them lightly on either end of the hilt’s crosspiece. By the time the blade stopped sinking, Aiden rested just inches above the ground, physically unhurt but angry at the missed opportunity. “Underground, eh?” he muttered, quickly hopping to the ground and pulling hard to extract his blade. “Earth magic too. I wonder why he didn’t simply pull this out earlier. Perhaps my dodge has put him on the run for now…or maybe he’s just thinking up something else to throw at me.” Either way, the elf resolved not to stay in the same spot. Thinking quickly, the elf ran for the trees, hoping that getting to higher ground would keep his enemy from sneaking up from below. Sheathing his blade, Aiden came to the first low branch he came to, grabbed onto it, and pulled himself up into the leafy boughs of what seemed to be an ash tree. “Strong wood,” the elf muttered, already climbing towards the next branch. He continued climbing until he was about twelve feet above the ground, giving him an adequate view of the clearing and the small grove of trees around him. “I can’t hide up here all day long,” the elf said to himself, drawing his blade again and balancing on a sturdy branch. “But I doubt he’ll wait forever before countering…I need to think of something and fast, otherwise….whoever runs out of tricks first will be the dead one. . .” |
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