Viewing Single Post From: Round 2 - Teal versus Treefrog versus Whistle

Viewing Single Post From: Round 2 - Teal versus Treefrog versus Whistle
Teal	1 Mar 2009, 17:18
Ba dum - pish! Posts: 143 Group: Battlefield Captain Member #2 Joined: Dec 25, 2008	(I'm assuming here that your arrow is one, a piercing weapon that doesn't effect me as you dark energy strikes would, and two, has the speed as if it had been fired from a short bow or similar strength weapon) Fire, being merely energy in the form of light and heat, cannot be controlled and manipulated as matter would be. Based on those facts, the fire mage did not exactly control fire, but rather through pulses of electricity bonds elements in the atmosphere to create an extremely flammable gas which she then controls with electric currents flowing around her body. Thus, the flaming serpent, starved of its meal, struck against the hard stone wall and scattered, fires extinguishing left and right now that it was devoid of the energy that kept it alive. Yet Condra was close. As she closed the final feet between her and the swordsman her arm made a wipe sweep towards his torso, her blade whistling through the air only to be met by its matching kin. The two warriors paused briefly, each straining muscles to push the other back. Finally, they arrived at a stalemate. Neither sword moved, leaving their owners to take part in another game, another way of killing. The fire mage's choice was to recall the remnants of her fiery army, bolstering their ranks with fresh recruits. Her fist curled, two fingers extending outward, preparing to send her minions into her foe's cloth armor as her was trapped between her and her steel. But she stopped. The flame stayed on the tips of her fingers. Corem had advanced. She could see him, arm outstretched and pointing at her out of the corner of her eye. Two enemies was too much. She increased the pressure on her enemy's blade, forcing him to either match her or allow her own sword to move tantalizingly close to his neck. Then, with a flourish, she pulled back, pivoting on her left foot and exposing her side to the swordsman while sliding her sword out of the parry. He would hopefully have matched her pressure, and the sudden release would carry his blade down to his side where he would have a hard time parrying a blow from her own steel. The fire jumped from her fingers, screeching with hunger and targeting his open torso. Less of an attempt to kill him and more of one to keep him back. All that Condra saw of the arrow was a flash in the dark air and then a dull noise as it struck her shoulder. Because of her pivot, it had been redirected from her left arm to her right, a serious problem as that was her sword arm. Or rather, a serious problem if it had hit anything important. Her entire torso was protected by a mail shirt and a leather one on top of that. The leather did little, only suctioning away some of the arrow's speed. But the mail did more. Chain mail was extremely difficult to pierce with any medieval weaponry, and the dark arrow would not taste the flesh of the fire mage that night. Yet chain mail, for all its values, was still quite malleable. Unlike plate, where the arrow would have done nothing at all to harm her, she still felt the blow. A bruise blossomed at the point of impact. Not much to worry about at the moment, but it could complicate and slow down her movements with that arm in the future.


Round 2 - Teal versus Treefrog versus Whistle · Dark Rain Combat Tournament