Tournament Battle: Brains versus Brawn

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Combatants - Alumar Loren and Belselk Ebenhardt (Red Fox vs. Fair_Game)

Arena - City Ruins

The remains of a broken civilization shone brightly in the moonlight of night. Buildings broken, upturned roads, fragmented windows; the entire city was a mess.

It was the remains of a city targeted by a nuclear holocaust, what humanity had been driven to do to itself out of fear and loathing. Not a single brush of vegetation was in sight, not a scrap of life besides the mutated scavengers that roamed the streets, desperately searching for any sign of food or proper shelter. Some were human, some weren't.

The city was New York, centrally Times Square. The billboards and giant advertising screens were smashed and hanging loosely from their perches, where the slightest impact could sever their bonds and send them crashing to the ground. Some already had, and the upturned pavement was littered with the broken remains of glass and other various materials.

In a flash of light that sent the scavengers scurrying, three figures appeared in the darkness. One was a mage; powerfully magical and cunning beyond measure. The second was a warrior, easily identifiable as one who specialized in physical combat, though talented in other areas as well. The final figure was a floating woman draped in a white robe, her face veiled by the hood of her robe.

As she spoke, her voice was soft and harmonic, beautiful to the sound. “Warriors, you have been chosen, chosen to lead the way into a bright future. Before you can assume your rightful position, however, you must face a series of tests: a series of battles to the death!”

“Should you lose a battle, you will be returned to your world. Should you die in battle, you shall be returned to life as a phoenix would be: reborn anew!”

“Here, the abilities you hold that are aligned with Darkness will be amplified to twice their original strength. This is a land of desolation and chaos, so make use of the terrain wisely.”

“Fight your hardest, brave warriors, and show us that you are capable of leading the worlds into a bright future!” In a flash and a lengthy treble note, the woman vanished.

The two fighters were alone among the ruins. Who could repair the damage done by the ancestral creatures of the land?
 
A flash lit up the sorroundings brightly, and left leaving Alumar in its stead.
Looking around, the area had the looks of an old city of great magnitude, but this was eons ago.
The place where littered with ruins, and remnants of buildings, that had lost their former glory.

Alumar looked around, getting his bearings. He was not alone.
A young boy was there as well. Though, he did not seem that ordinary. The aura of a fighter reeked from him, and the fight for life where deep in his eyes.

Not too far off, a female hovering above the ground where seen. She was covered in white robes, and spoke with a soft voice.
Alumar and this person, had to fight for their survival. In any case, the looser would be returned to to his world, so in the end, death where not that dangerous here.

As the woman dissapeared, after giving some very basic information.
Alumar thought that he should try to get the upper hand right away.
The woman stated that the element of darkness would hold greater power here, so he thought of using it, at least until he felt the need for other.

Alumar liked to introduce himself to a strong combatant. And due to them both being summoned here, he had to be one that was better then the so called fighters in his world.

"I am Alumar Loren." He stated, bowing slightly, while nudging his hat in a polite manor. "May the best fighter win" he grinned.

He took a deep breath, as he activated [Detect Life], as he almost always did in battles. And took a wider stance with his legs, to make reaction easier.

In his right hand, formed a sphere of pure darkness. It grew to the size of 20cm in diameter, which he then sent towards the torso of the person not too far away from him.
Right after that was sent, he formed another one in his left, and sent that flying as well (around 1.5 second delay between them). He hoped this would do the thing, thought he was almost sure they would not do the trick. He concentrated both on he visual image of him, as well as the mental one that was displayed due to [Detect Life].

This was to be an interesting fight.
 
The coliseum gurgled with life, its walls positively filled to bursting with warriors, onlookers, gamblers and theives. The bustling mass of figures gathered around wooden tables, huddled in corners, crowded ticket booths and exchanged blows in heated disputes. Some figures boasted about victories in distant lands, while others cowered in awe of the massive statues that would herald in victorious combatants, on their way to the final battle. The air was thick with desire, a musk that wrapped around some more than others, but none as thick as the stink that clouded in thick plumes around Belselk Ebenhardt.

A weighted fist slammed into the counter, leaving a massive indentation of a gloved hand. Wild, yellow eyes peered from the depths of the shaggy lion's mane that surrounded Belselk's youthful face. His eyebrows curled, pulling angry lines around his brow. His teeth clenched tightly, tugging at the corners of his mouth like a tiger, snarling in the face of its prey. The Aegis Ward swung merrily around his waist, suspended buoyantly from straps at his thighs. Belselk's left hand wrapped around the collared shirt of the man sitting behind the counter and hoisted him a full foot in the air.

'I was only saying...your too young!!' the clerk stammered. Belselk wasted no time with words, opting to merely howl at the desk denizen. This seemed to do the trick as the frightened man quickly scribbled Belselk's name onto the list convulsing from fear. 'Its straight though that door! J-just keep going and you'll be taken to the first match! N-now p-please, release me!'

Seemingly unphased by the brutality, the crowd remained in its heightened state of intrigue during the heated exchange. But as the young berserker crossed paths towards the heavenly gates, the crowds parted, effortlessly.

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Lost civilization, the battered remains of a long dead society. It filled the angry warrior with images from his past. His own culture destroyed but not to such a diabolical degree. A ghostly figure in white began to speak, its haunting melody filled Belselk's eager eyes with images of pain and suffering. Dark 'people-sized' shadows loomed frightfully, permanently etched into the remaining walls, more rubble than refuge.

Crossing the upturned street in front of him strolled a heaping mass, more creature than human. It's pained expression etched a sorrowful tinge in the mind of the nomadic warrior. He shuddered at the thought of the raw power it required to stitch a human form into the fabric of life that made up the stone surface of the surrounding walls. Abruptly, the ghost spoke of death and destruction, of life and rebirth.

None of which made sense to the heavily armored warrior.

At the conclusion of the battle introduction the mage across the way introduced himself as 'Alumar Loren'. Belselk stifled a hearty laugh and pulled the twin shields dangling at his side from their straps. The man bowed and tipped his hat, to which Belselk wrapped the Aegis Ward, the twin shields of the gods, around his arms. Clicking the last fastener into place would signal the whirling motion of the weapon. The outer ring spun rapidly around the central disc, illuminated by blue gems that seemed to pulse, more alive than stone.

Beselk clapped his hands together in good sport, when suddenly he noticed another shadow etched in the ground. The outline of outstretched hands seemed to signify that the creature had been pleading with the awesome power that befell it, begging for its life. Curiously, Belselk couldn't help but stoop to examine it.

Alumar seemed set on waisting no further time and as such began collecting a series of dark magic into an orb around his fists.

'Test shots?' Belselk mused to himself.

Dropping to his knees, Belselk tugged at the uprooted ground, his fingers grasping tightly to the asphalt. His muscles twisted and ebbed unable to budge the heavy broken slab of road from its resting place in the earth. Refusing to give up, Belselk felt his vocal chords choke an angry response.

aaaAAAAAHHHHH!

The powerful battle cry surged a wave of strength though his body, adrenaline mixed with berserker fury allowing the tiny warrior the power to hoist the slab of road high over his head. Alumar released his powerful orb of darkness at the now shielded Belselk, then quickly fired off a second tracing closely behind it.

Belselk's war cry continued as he hoisted the heavy earth into the path of the powerful attack. Darkness collided with a thud against the ground fracturing it into pieces in Belselk's hands. A wild look darted across his face, the dark attack had been far more powerful than he had originally expected. Though utterly bemused by the opening attack from his opponent, Belselk opted to seize the opportunity that had been presented to him.

Shards of rocky earth splintered around him and quickly he responded by turning the bucklers strapped to his hands, into rackets. Quickly, Belselk began striking the broken rocks, sending them soaring towards Alumar. His heightened movement allowed him time to smash ten of the broken shards before they hit the ground. Lobbing them end over end towards the magical opponent.

'Slayer of the God's,' Belselk stammered, shakily, 'it is YOU who will be tested!'
 
Alumar grinned slightly as the animal like curiosity of his opponent triggered a response, thought his eyes got back to the target, namely Alumar.

The creature in front of him, in the second he used to send the dark spheres, he had boosted himself with some beastly force, and lifted a huge block of stone.
Sending Alumar's grin to the depths of darkness, leaving a twitched look that can be best described as the "What the fuck" look (( o_O ))
He had tilted his head slightly to his right, and one eye slightly more closed then the other.

His orbs made contact with the giant stone shield, crushing it under the force.
The female spirit-like one was right. Darkness was enhanced. Though not the element he used the most, he might find usage of it later.

He was quickly enough sent back to reality, with a feeling that where only surpassed by a jolt to the nuts.
his opponent has used some shields in his arms, slamming onto the falling rock debris, sending some of them towards Alumar.

He was happy that he took some precautions, making a better stance.
He started to do his best to dodge, luckily the rocks only had the speed of thrown ones. So he managed to dodge most of them.
This was the point he realized that he was mistaken.
He dodged most of the rocks, but one passed right through his cape, like it was made of smoke. Leaving a small hole in its stead.
Another one passed his face, not really touching it, but fast enough to make the sheer force of moved air, opening his skin for a small thin stream of blood be taken by gravity.

Alumar looked back at the kid. He had underestimated him, gravely.
It would hot happen again.

Judging by what was done, his sheer strength, and quickness, made him seem like a close combat person. Thought the spinning shields seemed to have more then simple blocking power.
He had to take note of them, for when the time came.

Not wanting to give the initiative to the opponent, Alumar again started his attack.
He looked around, much of the stone seemed to have metal rods within them, perhaps used to make it stronger. Alumar cared less for the reason, then for the usability of them.
He formed again black sphere in his hands, but forming a lightning sphere inside of them. Thus having the explosive version of a sphere with the darkness element, but again having them littered with electricity.
Hopefully that combo would serve as damage, or perhaps secondary via some of the metal littered within the stone.

Alumar sent one, followed by the other, (0.5 second delay) Both where aimed at the kid.
But, instead of taking the chance of them hitting. He immediately formed his next attack.
He pointed the palm of his right arm.
After a split second, a stream of wind erupted from his hand, heading towards the opponent. Strong enough to blow small cars over the end, not that Alumar knew what a car was (([Gust])). He was hoping that if the orbs made damage, or missed. His wind attack would either make the damage worse, or send him flying into a wall, or at least longer away, so he could use stronger attack, and not worry about being caught in them himself.
 
[Dice Roll : 5, 6][Goat, Horse = Burden of the Beast]

Yellowed eyes peered through the dismal debris, cautiously cutting through gaps in the dust clouds, silently seeking the remains of the magical adversary. The cumbersome attack was slow, but covered a wide area and with enough applied force it should have shattered bone and reduced the would-be mage to rubble. Belselk's usual child-like demeanor was awash in the aftermath of his War Cry, distinctly disenchanted by his armor-clad frame, hardened by a life of battle. A ghost of his boyishness gleamed in his youthful cheeks, his sunkissed flesh, turned tan from long outings, was lost in a sea of anger.

Rage. It set his blood on fire, speeding up his responses sending molecule on top of molecule to bounce quicker and faster against each other. The Seven Deadly Sin that embodied an all-too-young boy. Wrath!

The smoke disappated revealing that the adversary had managed to escape his assault and was now turning his energy to concoct a new magic, a shadow orb acting like a cast around a torrential storm. Assuming the new attack would be at least as strong as the last, Belselk began considering a place of hiding when suddenly he heard a familiar click.

The Aegis Ward gleamed a brilliant blue, the sapphire orbs revealing pictures beneath their hollowed sockets. On his left hand stood the gruff exterior of the goat, while his right hand held the gleaming magesty of the horse. The need to hide was gone.

'Goat plus Horse makes Burden of the Beast...' Beselk mused with a haughty grin. 'Gonna have to beat this one home!'

Closing the distance between his outstretched hands sent a spark of light darting with a loud click. The two top-most orbs expired spewing a heavy laden aura of ominous blue. Dancing from his fingertips, the blue wave wrapped around the upper torso of the berserker warrior, massaging his muscles and encasing his body from the waist up in a thick inch of blue miasma. With a snarl Belselk lowered his head and charged head first towards the chanting adversary.

The opponent released the orb followed quickly by another it spun haphazardly after him. Belselk grinned hungrily, happy to let the darkness waft over him when suddenly a third attack emerged from the mage. A gust of heavy wind suddenly lifted Belselk off his feet, high enough to be completely missed by the electrical bombs, which sent arching waves to contact and discharged through the metal rods exposed in the ground.

'That would hurt...a lot,' Belselk gasped extending a blanketed fist flailing to catch his balance. His fingers touched the tips of a ledge and clamped down long enough for the heavy wind to subside. 'My turn!'

Belselk launched himself like a rocket towards his opponent, his right hand careened towards Alumar's face. His left leg touched the ground then quickly rebounded in a counter-clockwise motion spinning his leg to try and connect with Alumar's chest. Then, while landing, Belselk grasped an exposed pole and flipped his body end over end sending a heavy scissor kick towards the mage's center-of-gravity. The force of the kick pried the pole from the ground making a viable weapon for future attacks.

The Aegis Ward resumed its sickening spin.
 
OOC: Yeah, if description is a part of the goals to win, you are way ahead of me.
Only one thing. I did not recall Alumar chanting, but you don't have to edit it. I just wanted you to know that the chanting attacks are limited to the summoning spells, as well as Casus. None of which will be used in this battle.
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Alumar saw his balls of dark lightning, making their explosions, ripping the ground apart, followed by the electrical discharge, that would cripple most people.
But no, the berserker seemed to take flight. Alumar's wind attack had connected, before the spheres did.
That was weird, since by his calculations; the wind should follow after.
Though, not the time to nag on that now.

"Click?" Alumar asked himself, as a loud mechanical click was heard from the boy, shortly after he landed.
The gems of the shields on the boy's arms glowed. A strong blue glow.
Then this glow grew outwards, until it encased his upper torso and arms.

The boy suddenly darted towards Alumar. All that went through his head, where various curses, followed by some ideas.

The boy gained distance, and unleashed an attack.
A strike was aimed at his head, Alumar dodged that with a hairs with. He wind moving around on a few strands of hair.
A second followed, aimed at his chest. Alumar jumped backwards to evade it. But he was not fast enough.
He jumped just far enough to make the force of the kick, slightly weaker, but that was not by much.
Alumar took the force of the attack. And was sent tumbling backwards on the stone floor, over to some part that was exposed earth.

As Alumar got back on his feet, chest hurting more then slightly.
It was almost a miracle that his hat, and clothes where not ripped apart in this attack.
But he took no more chances. He took of the hat, and cape. Laying it outside of the are they where at. A few meters away, so that they would not slow him down, and so that they would not be destroyed.

On the way back from putting the clothes away, he held his right hand on his chest.
Glowing a weak greenish aura, his hand had begun casting [Heal wound].
It mended most of his innards, at least took away almost all pain.

As he got back to his initial position, he started to wonder on what the blow aura the kid had, really did.
As Alumar did not know the strength of him, he did not know if it was a strength enhancer.
Regardless, he assumed he might find out during battle.

The shields resumed their spinning, And Alumar guessed what type of things to await.
Alumar again widened his stance, he stretched out his left hand, and focused [Earth Pillar]'s grew out to the ground, aiming themselves towards the opponent.
A streak of several of them, where small and thin, but plenty of either do some damage, even pierce if change had it.
The series of pillars, varied in size, from needle like, til a rough 4inch thickness.
All aimed towards the main body of the kid
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OOC2: assume around 10 - 15 pillars
 
[Dice Roll : 3, 3][Ox, Boar = Burden of the Beast]

The heavy kick planted into Alumar's chest lifting him from the ground and launching him back a few feet. Following up with the scissor kick grazed only thin air. Earth pressed firmly against Belselk Ebenhardt's back, knocking the wind out of him. Wheezing from his self-imposed blow, the nomad warrior propped himself on an elbow in time to witness the mage glowing briefly in green, mending the damaged innards that surmounted from the round-house kick. Fear passed momentarily across Belselk's face, the mage not only had lightning quick casting speed but also could withstand heavy damage!

'How could magic man live?' Belselk thought as the blue aura washed around him in response. The heavenly aura encased him in a thin shell around his upper body, stopping just at his waist. Suddenly, Belselk's mind surged uncontrollably. A pulsing headache loomed at every corner of his thoughts. The effects of the war cry had warn off.

Alumar wasted no time after slightly healing the wounds he had received, still winded the mage began to conjure another spell. Then it clicked!

Aside from the twin discs, thudding to a stop landing on another burden of the beast skill which was completely useless considering the effects can't stack over each other, Belselk came up with a reason why his attack didn't outright kill the Mage.

He jumped.

The moment the thought crossed his mind he felt the earth begin to rumble beneath him. Magical power coursed through the sodden gravel pushing heavy rock like a spoon stirring at stew. Suddenly, a pillar of pure rock shot up through the ground between Belselk's arm and torso, passing passively between his shielded flesh. Another rock slammed hard into the wheezing warrior's back, another smashed the back of his head blurring his vision further. A tiny pin like pillar shattered the shell surrounding the downed warrior, fracturing the pillar and stripping the upper body aura from his body. A final blow smashed into Belselk's right side flipping him onto the cold unforgiving earth, but at the moment it was still.

Rugged breath drew out in long spurts creating tiny wisps of dust devils spinning from his lips. An audible click reverberated near his ear drums as the dual discs began whirling in their unforgiving circular pattern. Angry eyes burst open, widened with a blinded fury that masked the hazy double vision that drew in around the berserkers clouded eyes. Fingers clenched against the rotten ground, shakily forcing the armored warrior to his knees.

He spat a long spew of bile mixed with blood and dirt. A pool of fiery fluid collected at Belselk's knees, the sight of which calmed his whirlpooling thoughts, with a clenched fist Belselk pulled himself to his feet.

Belselk turned his gaze to the recovering Alumar, yellow cat like eyes wavered, teetering on the brink of unwillingly closing. The shrewd mage stood confident of his skills, striking a stark opposing streak against the barren desolate ground. Belselk clenched his fist around the steel pole in his fist, his left hand wrapped around the top half, pulling the pole around his other hand and tightening the grip against his palm.

'You steal from earth God?!' Belselk roared, the tips of his fingers slipping out of the pole loop and tightening it around the spinning shield. The makeshift main gauche pointed its heavy tip accusingly in the direction of his adversary. 'You will beg the earth God for forgiveness!'

With a leap, Belselk sprung to an attack position then charged the mage. His left hand, now draped in the make-shift main gauche swung from right to left aiming to strike the mage's shoulder. His fevered right fist, backed by the heavy spinning shield lifted high into the sky attempting to connect with Alumar's chin in a fierce uppercut. A stream of battle-trained thoughts spooled through the berserkers mind cracking through the tumultuous mind.

'Kill the God-Hater, Bite the forearm! Drain the ... could dodge from ... life from the unbeliever! A ... electricity transfers through ... right cross to the mid-section! He's not trained in close ...'

A disheveled wall stood to the combatants immediate right, the shotty brick mortar shook beneath the heated fight.

'Back him against the wall!'

Belselk rolled to the left blocking Alumar should he attempt to dodge, his left hand swung backwards up towards the back of Alumar's skull!
 
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Alumar felt the pressure on his chest, he did not have the time to complete healing, and he was working on restocking his potions when he was portal'ed here. Making it so that he had no potions with him.
This sucked, as his opponent could take on way more damage then Alumar himself where able to take on.
though, his attack succeeded. "good" he thought to himself.
Watching the boy get back on his feet, made Alumar wonder how much damage this kid could take.

'You steal from earth God?!' The kid suddenly shouted out. Alumar wondered.
His way of speaking, signaled that he was not that accustomed to speak, or used to speak another language. Looking at him, it was most likely lack of people to speak to.

Then there was the question about what was said in itself.
It was clear that this kid where no mage. As he seemed rather upset that Alumar apparently had disturbed the earth god.
Though, this made one thing clear for Alumar. The kid, could not have any magic. As that would 'steal' from the gods of the respective element.
Though, Alumar had yet to understand the whole shield thing.

*Click*

The sound of the shields clicking again, broke Alumar's train if thought, and he focused on the kid.
Nothing.....

Suddenly, the kid shouted out 'You will beg the earth God for forgiveness!' And he had apparently made a interesting weapon.
Though, without more then a split second to look at the weapon, it came down aiming for his body.
Alumar twisted slightly, managing to evade the blow towards his shoulder.
Though, the incoming attack was beyond Alumar's grasp.
He bit together, to minimize the chance for broken teeth. And again tried to jump with the punch.

*CrAcK* It connected, with plenty force. Alumar lifted over a meter from the ground. Thought sadly, his body smacked against a stone wall ending up well within reach of the kid.

Alumar did not have time for elaborate measures. And the kid where too close for a shield.

Alumar's hands came together, The strong clap produced all sound needed for [shock waves] to take effect.
This was not his strongest version, as there was not enough tome to channel the energy in it.

From Alumar's body, a barely visible shock wave emanated, looking like a dome of transparent energy. Strong enough to shatter the already cracked wall behind him, sending small pebbles around everywhere in a debris like manor.
Some of the larger walls in the close proximity, fell due to the strength, causing dust clouds to form.
Hopefully, this would stop the incoming attack, and give him the needed distance for a retaliation.
 
[Dice Roll : 2, 4][Rooster, Rat = Eye of the Enemy]

A panicked clap of the hands sent a spiraling shock wave from the point of origin out in a small dome to the surrounding walls. Traveling at the speed of sound it bounced against failing walls and broken buildings, a low rumbling groaned from one of the sky scrappers behind Alumar. Instinctively, Belselk flung himself backwards expecting another blasphemy against the God's from the magical man before him. The 'panicked' action became more 'planned' as a plume of dust clouds spoiled Belselk's usually uncanny vision.

Suddenly Belselk could hardly make out his own shadow, let alone his opponents position. The effects of fatigue drained the berserker of his energy leaving him dizzied by the fuzzy lights flashing as the dust cloud slowly settled to a stop. A threatening urge to sleep grated at his mind, coercing him to forgo the match and give in to rest and respite. Then, like a beacon of hope through the darkness, the warrior's right fist pulsed in a dull pain. His fist had connected with Alumar.

'This blasphemer will seek longer range, and higher ground! But, this cloud blocks vision...God's aide me.'


The whirling discs came to a slow halt with a familiar click. Illuminated by the blue aura of the God's shone brightly the image of the Rooster and Rat. Erius had seen fit to salvage the young warrior. He was blind, and the God's made him see.

Bringing the gems within an inch of each other spilled in a large arch the contents of the weapon of the Gods, the Aegis Ward reflected majestically against the bluish aura forming in front of Belselk. The wind mouse Erius stood patiently at its full height of two feet. Suddenly the magical entity darted from its position and dove head first into the cloud of smoke. Its lightning fast speed sent it soaring in a cerulean blaze of mystical energy.

Like a lighthouse guiding ships to safer passage, the blue blur of Erius wrapped around the opponent, revealing both his location and digging through his pockets to find his equipment.

A ring, a bracelet, amulet, pipe, wand... Belselk couldn't understand any of the information Erius was trying to convey. Something about amplification of 'magic'.

Belselk wasted no time, and instead stole a glance above the opponent to where the groaning was first heard in the aftermath of the shock wave. Above the magical opponent loomed a large bill board on the last of its hinges, defying gravity but somehow begging to be allowed to fall from its perch. The nomad warrior was happy to oblige. With a whip of his wrist, Belselk sent the make shift weapon hurtling end over end towards the bill board. The pole pierced the screen sending the large wall of wood careening over the edge threatening to crush anything standing within a 12 x 24 foot direction of the massive wooden block. Which placed Alumar in a world of trouble!
 
Alumar was glad that his panic induced attack was successful.
He had suffered some damage, but this could be mended later on.
Right now, he had a battle to take on.

The smoked did not hinder Alumar the least, as [Detect life] worked wonders in such situations.

Thinking about his next move, a blue streak of energy entered the smoke, and enveloped him. Not doing anything, it had to be a tracing effect. A tracker.
A second later, the sound of metal against wood, followed by a strong rumble.

Something was falling, most likely towards Alumar.
The smoked was clear enough above him for him to see the incoming wooden construction.
"Heh.. Nice move" He complimented his opponent in his mind.

Alumar went to a crouch, forming 2 large, dense semi transparent yellowish orbs in his hands. They had small tines of lightning spawning around them.
[Energy Blast]. A strong energy elemental attack.

He rose to his normal position, as he flung both orbs straight at the incoming object. Feeling the energy toll rather well on this cast.
The orbs collided with it, transplanting its force around the construction, tearing it apart with a large explosion.
As the large sound wave was sent out, it was followed by wooden shrapnel, some too small to care about, some large enough to pierce.

Remnants of windows shattered far away. And the incoming hail of wood neared the random locations they aimed at.
Alumar crouched slightly due to fatigue. And cried out in pain shortly after.
A semi large piece of wood, stood emerged from his left upper arm.
Grabbing it, and tearing it out wit ha single movement, only made the scream louder. The piece of wood was followed by a thin stream of crimson liquid, as it left the arm.

Alumar clenched the wound, and his eyes where filled with the feeling for revenge.

He thoguth for a split second, and decided a mixed burst where the only thing that might help him.
the mental fatigue had begun to heal, his energy returning. but he was far from back to normal.

Alumar stretched out his bloodied left arm, and closed the had into a fist.
He used the same [Earth Pillar] attack, a new 15 or so pillars was about to rise from the ground. all of them in a 2 inch thickness.
After that spell was cast, he lowered his left arm, and stretched out his right.
He used a new [Earth Pillar] attack, but this time, the new pillars emerged from the already extended pillars, in much smaller and sharper size.
Then, the final attack.

He charged a [Energy Blast], in the same strength that he had it before, and he sent it towards the kid's current location.
This should hit either the kid, or the earth pillars, creating a large amount of sharp shrapnel, and secondary damage effects.

Alumar fell to his knees, he had depleted most of his energy, and his current level of reserves, made him avalible to cast almost nothing. A single moderate leveled, or perhaps 2 lower levels.

Simply put, if his attack did not do much. He would almost be at the mercy of the kid.
Depending on what he would be able to do with the little energy left.

He lifted his head, did his attack work?
 
[Dice Roll : 2, 2][Rooster, Dragon = Dud]

The familiar attack had taken him completely by surprise the first time, seeing it again wouldn't leave Belselk Ebenhardt prone to its advances! Dropping to his hands Belselk cartwheeled easily over the earthen assault, landing on his feet with enough stability to make even the most fastidious olympic gymnist jealous. Stifiling the feverous grin was impossible and the berserker couldn't help but guffaw against his own wishes.

'Magic-man moves like old people,' he giggled to himself, 'Seen blasphemy of the earth before.'

Purposeful and heavy boots clomped loudly against the fragmented ground. Belselk marched unquestionably towards the weakened frame of the mysterious Alumar's location. When suddenly a brilliant light fluttered in the smokey debris surrounding the mage's position. An orb of raw power spiraled out of the dust cloud raking a streak of blues and white as it traveled its collision corse towards the boastful Belselk.

A brief gasp sputtered from the warriors mouth then was cut off in a wash of vibrant color and painful light. The two spinning shields canvased the youthful warriors face and chest taking the brunt of the heavy force but the heavy force slammed him into the pillars behind him. The earth crumbled beneathed the armored warrior once again stealing precious air from his lungs. Winded, Belselk hoisted himself to his feet only to realize a horrendous happening.

Flailing unresponsively in the breeze, Belselks brawny forearms lay useless at his sides. The force of the elemental blast, though stopped by the Aegis Ward, had managed to jerk the berserkers arms out of their sockets!

uuuuuuAAAAGHH!

Belselk screamed menacingly at the moonless sky. His mind awash in destructive desires. The magical blasphemer had rendered his upper body useless!!

Madness swept the eager youths mind compelling him forward in a brazen rush of adrenaline and sweat. Feet pounding the pavement, pulling the lifeless arms behind him, flapping in the breeze. Belselk reached his maximum speed, lowered his head and barreled down on the winded Alumar attempting to trample him in his angry stampede.

With a sharp kick of his heels Belselk lifted himself skyward, over the mage landing directly behind him then offered a heavy mule kick attempting to knock the downed mage further into submission.
 
The earth attack he had sent away missed.
The kid had instincts well enough to know how to react to things he had already seen.
Though, luckily for Alumar the Energy Blast did its thing. Though, instead of killing him, he managed to survive the attack. His arms held lifeless at the sides, signaled that they where out of the sockets, or paralyzed.
Considering the facts, the most logical where the former.

The kid raged still, and like an angry bull he charged head on.
Alumar managed to roll sideways to avoid the incoming runner. Though without energy energy to fully get away, he was still hit by the mule kick.
Sending him tumbling along the ground, his wound painting the occasional area on the pavement. And new ones forming due to the jagged objects on the ground.

Alumar laid lifeless for several seconds, thought managed to get to his feet with some issues.
He had contracted back injury, and his speed would be severely lowered.
Not to mention his low energy reserves.

His options where few. And no one of them would ensure victory.
An idea spurred in his mind, the kid spoke of the gods when he used earth.

He got to his feet, and attempted a gamble. Hoping that hte kid would believe him.
As he got up, he turned around, while "chanting" a made up chant.

"Gods of fire, heed my call. My opponent stands in front of me. Encircle him in flames" As his so called chant ended, he cast [Fire wall] Formed as a circle around Beselk.
The fire would end up as a circle of flames around him, hopefully this would make him see things differently.
Hopefully, he would think that Alumar had the will of the gods as well.
Hopefully, this would top him, at least for a minute, as Alumar had low energy, and needed all the time he could get to regenerate as much as he can.
 
[Dice Roll : 5, 1][Goat, Snake = Dud]

Flames licked hungrily at Belselk's warming face, the wall of fire sprouted up around him threatening to slowly burn him alive. The boastful shout from the blasphemer echoed in Belselk's mind, humming with insolence and godlessness. Red rage burned as brightly as the wall of fire surrounding him, as he turned to the direction he remembered Alumar yelling from. The deadly wall inched in closer, and Belselk dropped to his knees.

'Won't die, not here!' He shouted painfully in his mind.

With a sharp jerk, Belselk managed to lob his own right arm over his knee. The spinning Aegis ward revealed its soft underbelly to the young warrior. With a grimmace, Belselk clamped down around the straps connecting the Aegis Ward to his arm. The taste of leather soaked in sweat almost made him gag, but with a few quick pulls the straps loosened their stranglehold on his arm. Expertly, Belselk managed to throw his left arm over his knee and perform the same action. Flames closing in with every second tighter around his body.

'Blasphemer! Pay for your crime in BLOOD!' Belselk shouted as he grabbed the straps of his twin shields in his teeth. The heavy weapons drapped from his sputtering lips like yo-yo's on a full length of tether.

Rocking forward the shields rolled in a counter-clockwise fashion. The enraged Belselk, grinned wildly and rocked back and forth picking up momentum with each swing. Finally he commited to the last swing pulling the shields backwards in a counterclockwise motion, spinning end over end towards the wall of fire. With a swift kick of his legs Belselk sent himself soaring over the spot in the wall the shields had cut through.

His landing was anything but perfect, sending the nomad warrior scraping across the glass sprinkled gravel. Belselk regained his footing and surveyed the opponents trail of blood back to the spot Alumar stood, trying his best to recuperate. A few feet away stood the downed Aegis Ward, more than serving its holy purpose, by saving his neck once again. Literally unarmed, Belselk marched towards the opponent.

'You fought well, impure one.' Belselk stated flatly as he closed the gap between himself and the mage.

'But this fight, is my victory!'

Sending a heavy boot to the ground smashed a wooden plank flipping high into the night air. The wooden debris from the downed billboard, sharpened to a dagger-like point thanks to Alumar's destructive spell made it a javelin of death. Spinning his left foot behind his right Belselk released a furious kick aiming with the intention of hammering the wooden spear into Alumar's chest. Hopefully the attack would spear-head any further advancement from the magical warrior.
 
Judging: Due to my personal relationship with Fair_Game, I will not be judging this fight, for I do not want any accusations of unfair treatment or favoritism. Lurid's judging will decide the victor.
 
Apologies for the late response guys. I wasn't sure of myself, so I re-ran through every post. >_>

Fair_Game

  • Originality / Creativity: 10
  • Interaction with Environment: 9
  • Yieldability: 8
  • Readability/Grammar: 9
  • Power-playing/God-modding: 9



Red Fox

  • Originality/Creativity: 8
  • Interaction with Environment: 7
  • Yieldability: 8
  • Readability/Grammar: 6
  • Power-playing/God-modding: 6

After totalling each scores out of 50, Fair_Game emerges the victor. Congratulations!



Fair_Game, although you have excellent English, there were the odd errors here and there; this is why I couldn't give you a perfect score. I also felt that you seemed obliged to take quite a bit of punishment there, which, again, made me subtract from your overall score. Naturally taking hits is actively encouraged, but it seemed somewhat abundant in this instance.

Red Fox, although I'm aware your first language is not English, and that you have indeed made a valiant attempt, I was not going to accommodate this in the scoring process. You also received such a low score for God-Modding / Power-playing because although you were taking the hits, you were getting up and recovering from them far too quickly than is logical - you also did not pass comment on any lingering effects of heavy blows, e.g. you would remain hard of breathing for a period of time after receiving a strong blow to the chest etc.


Again: congratulations to the victor, and commiserations to the fallen.
 
Heh,. I expected as much.
RPB'ing have always been my weak point, as well as some things with grammar as such.
As English is not my first language I do have some issue,s but don't get me wrong, I do not try and hide behind it. I accept the judging towards it.

The fact that Fair Game would win, I already knew around his 2nd post or so, I actually think I mentioned it in an OOC...

in either case.

Congrats Fair Game. The Better RPB'er won ^^
Also, it is actually better for me to loose, as I really don't have time for more battles in the upcoming weeks ^^
 
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