Combatants - Karen Newport and Ravona Denton (FireFrenzy vs. Drachnon)
Arena – Earth: Forest of the Elves
Lush emerald leaves garnished the trees for as far as the eye could see. The singing of the elven folk could be heard on the rustling wind, and the trees seemed to sway in tune with the song, though this was only an illusion created by the leaves on the wind.
There were several dwellings made within the trees and under them, and a small clearing in the centre of the settlement, accompanied by its own fountain. The water gushed in the small clearing, little more than a score-foot wide, and a river could be heard to the east, the swelling of the water only slightly louder than the splashing of the fountain.
Holes littered the trees, though difficult to spot to the unwary eye. Leaves blew into the dwellings, and were quickly blown out again by the magic of the elven inhabitants.
Within an instant, an emerald light flashed in the air, and three figures appeared in the clearing. To the north of the fountain lay a man, nigh feline in appearance. To the south was a thin woman, and appeared to be an inherent mage. The final figure floated but a few feet above the gushing fountain: a majestic woman wearing flowing emerald and pine-green robes, her face partially veiled beneath the hood of her attire. Her eyes shone a pale green as she spoke, her voice as soft as the blowing wind.
“Warriors of the worlds, it is time. We have come to decide who shall lead the universe to salvation against the forces of evil. Before we can bestow this great honour upon you, however, you must first face a trial.”
“You shall be pitted against warriors who have also been chosen. Succeed in your battle, and you move on to fight the victor of another battle. Fail, and you return to your own world, where you shall live with your own kind until our salvation or doom. Should you die at any time, you will be reborn as the great oak is with the seasons, and you shall age as you once did.”
“In this realm, you will find your abilities involving the manipulation of plant-life and healing amplified by twice their original power. Use this to your advantage, and battle with honour.”
“Should you fail, you will not be able to proceed to aid your people. Bear this in mind, and use it to fuel your desire to win.” In another brilliant flash of light, and a sound akin to a roaring wind, the woman vanished.
The elves were frozen in time, unable to move a muscle or make a sound. Everything proceeded as normal, but their frozen eyes stared ominously at the competing warriors, their halted minds unable to comprehend what was about to take place…
Arena – Earth: Forest of the Elves
Lush emerald leaves garnished the trees for as far as the eye could see. The singing of the elven folk could be heard on the rustling wind, and the trees seemed to sway in tune with the song, though this was only an illusion created by the leaves on the wind.
There were several dwellings made within the trees and under them, and a small clearing in the centre of the settlement, accompanied by its own fountain. The water gushed in the small clearing, little more than a score-foot wide, and a river could be heard to the east, the swelling of the water only slightly louder than the splashing of the fountain.
Holes littered the trees, though difficult to spot to the unwary eye. Leaves blew into the dwellings, and were quickly blown out again by the magic of the elven inhabitants.
Within an instant, an emerald light flashed in the air, and three figures appeared in the clearing. To the north of the fountain lay a man, nigh feline in appearance. To the south was a thin woman, and appeared to be an inherent mage. The final figure floated but a few feet above the gushing fountain: a majestic woman wearing flowing emerald and pine-green robes, her face partially veiled beneath the hood of her attire. Her eyes shone a pale green as she spoke, her voice as soft as the blowing wind.
“Warriors of the worlds, it is time. We have come to decide who shall lead the universe to salvation against the forces of evil. Before we can bestow this great honour upon you, however, you must first face a trial.”
“You shall be pitted against warriors who have also been chosen. Succeed in your battle, and you move on to fight the victor of another battle. Fail, and you return to your own world, where you shall live with your own kind until our salvation or doom. Should you die at any time, you will be reborn as the great oak is with the seasons, and you shall age as you once did.”
“In this realm, you will find your abilities involving the manipulation of plant-life and healing amplified by twice their original power. Use this to your advantage, and battle with honour.”
“Should you fail, you will not be able to proceed to aid your people. Bear this in mind, and use it to fuel your desire to win.” In another brilliant flash of light, and a sound akin to a roaring wind, the woman vanished.
The elves were frozen in time, unable to move a muscle or make a sound. Everything proceeded as normal, but their frozen eyes stared ominously at the competing warriors, their halted minds unable to comprehend what was about to take place…
