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| Topic Started: 18 Feb 2009, 23:08 (176 Views) | |
| Teal | 18 Feb 2009, 23:08 Post #1 |
Ba dum - pish!
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Ancient magics, painted into the high stone walls with a paste of blood, activated with a surge of energy, blowing up clouds of dust and stone from the dry ground. The stones groaned and then made way for a shimmering blue portal. The portal quickly grew in size until it was twice as tall as a man and equally as long. Then, with a roar, it flashed red and spit out a human figure onto the hard ground before retreating back into nothingness. The stones quickly moved back to fill the void, leaving only a few bloody hand prints on the wall as a reminder of what had just happened. Condra stood up and dusted herself off, carefully eying the rest of he arena. In a few words, the place felt dead. The high stone walls cast long shadows over much of the space, and they blocked out everything outside of the area save for the sky. And the sky was bleak and lifeless as well. Dark, overcast, no sun in sight. A large gazebo like structure sat in the center of the space, with a sloping roof and a plethora a thin wooden supports on the edges of the building. The floor was raised about a foot up from the ground. Much of it was blocked from the fire mage's view, however, by a group of high stone columns that surrounded it. There wasn't a living thing in sight. No trees, no grass, no corn, no sun. With a shriek of metal sliding on metal, Condra drew her sword from her sheath and lightly held onto the handle with her right hand and halfway up the blade with her left. As she did this, two pairs of portals sprung into existence; one in the corner to her left and the other in the corner across from her. The corner on her right remained empty. Two figures, both men, were deposited into the arena. One of them she recognized. It was the one eyed man whom she had fought with before. He was fast, unarmored, and although he wore a patch over one eye he retained the ability to see well with both. His sword was equal to her's in length, width, and from what she had seen, quality. Condra wondered briefly how he had survived stabbing himself in the chest, but the thought was quickly dispelled. Clerics could do all sorts of things these days. The other one she did not know. He wore what appeared to be clothes fit for a noble, but she imagined that he could be wearing chain mail or leather armor underneath. His head was bared. That made her the only one so far to wear a helmet into battle. He held no weapons, a dead give away that he was a magician or a martial artist. She suspected magician, as he had survived the first round of combat, a feat even an expert at hand to hand combat would have trouble doing against armed and armored opponents. Condra's left hand dropped to her side, her right hand tightening over her sword's hilt. Her left palm filled with sparks, the oxygen in the air being pulled from its bonds and lit on fire. The result was a small orb of flame that licked and caressed her skin. It was hungry. The fire had only killed corn in the previous battle. Corn was good, but flesh was so much better. |
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19 Feb 2009, 16:24 Post #2 |
Has a smokin' hot mom
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A pair of booted feet landed softly on the hard, derelict ground. Where they touched, clouds of previously dormant dust rushed upwards into the air. These ventures were short-lived, as the dust quickly expanded and steeled back to its resting place. The man deposited from the portal stepped forward, his eyes surveying the arena in front of him. The most dominant features were the imposing walls that surrounded them; they were too tall to climb over, and allowed barely any light in. The large cathedral in the center was a close second. It took up quite a large portion, and Corem suspected that it would contain most of the fighting. If he could get there first, it would give him a significant advantage. His eyes turned then to his opponents. First, there was the man to his right. He bore only a sword, but it was possible that he knew some magic. The other remarkable thing about him was that he wore an eye patch. It was possible that he could see through it and that it was only there to distract opponents or throw them off; regardless, the best plan would be to attack form his ‘blind’ side and not hold back anything, just in case it really was a distraction. Next, the woman directly across from him. Her face was obscured by a helmet, and so she faced similar consequences as the swordsman; she would be unable to properly see her flanks, and so he’d attack from there. The sword that she brandished appeared to be an unremarkable longsword, but it was what she held in her other hand the worried him. A ball of crackling fire licked her fingers and snaked its way around her hand. She would be his first concern. That would also change his strategy; where he had planned on rushing the cathedral and taking the high ground, it had been partially constructed of wood. Instead of rushing the very flammable structure, he decided that he’d try to hug the walls’ shadows. He had an advantage there, and the woman would have nothing to set aflame. Corem began to circle to his left, his eyes never leaving the woman’s countenance. “I am Corem,” he stated. As he continued to work to his left, he hefted his hands in front of him. He made sure that they were open and relaxed, as that would allow him to respond to any attacks faster. He decided not to reveal his magic yet; they had no way of knowing if he could cast, and so he’d let them stay in the dark. |
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| Treefrog700 | 19 Feb 2009, 21:32 Post #3 |
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He paused and stopped as he appeared. His hair was lanky, disheveled, out of place. The strands of sandy white fell around his face, luckily free from his eyes. His appearance had changed, only a little during the time from now to his last battle, which ended tragically. Somehow he had managed to stay in this thing, but his overall feelings on the tournament had grown sour. He was out of his league, despite passing the first round on some technicality. He immediately took note of the devilish fire-wielding opponent he had survived against last match. He knew better than to make the same mistake he did last time. Reaching up slowly he removed the eye patch from his eye. It adjusted well to the dim room as he looked around. His feet were bare, his robe had been modified so that it was less loose and clung tightly to his body. [He had to fix it somehow between battles] These modifications were made by wrapping strands of cloth around the sleeves and torso areas. If the strands were removed entire sections of his robe would fall off. His feet itched, he would have wished for hard stone instead of packed dirt, and he shifted in place. Having faced deaths door already, he had no fear of it now, instead he was trying not to get finished off. His original strategy came back into play. There was no corn here. 'Thank god for that...' he had not easily forgotten the mistakes he had made last time. Yet he barely had any time to strengthen himself further. His skills were by far the most limited. He took note of his other opponent. He couldn't help but feel there was a higher level of intelligence radiating from him. A persona, or aura perhaps. No doubt, everyone [except him] who was in this round was extremely dangerous. In truth he felt deep down inside he shouldn't be here, yet a certain level of glory also rose inside of him. If he won here, it be a comeback he, and his opponents, would never forget. He kept his sword secured inside of it's sheath. "Here we go again..." he mumbled keeping his back against the wall and staring at the gazebo positioned in the center. He steadied his hands and licked his dry lips. Everything he learned as a gladiator came to him in bits and pieces. Stay focused, expect the impossible. Keep your mind as sharp as your blade. His postured sagged, he finally began to relax. |
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| Teal | 20 Feb 2009, 02:47 Post #4 |
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Ba dum - pish!
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The battle had now officially begun, each of her opponents taking tentative steps towards the inevitable conflict. The man in the noble clothes...Corem, had begun inching his way along the wall towards her, his palms open and out in front of him. The one eyed man had removed his patch and was still standing in his corner. He had yet to draw his sword, but the distance between her and him was too great for her to take advantage of this oversight. Upon further inspection, he had also changed how he wore his robe. It was no longer loose and flowing, now bound with stands of clothe wrapped around his body. Each of them wore flammable clothing. Delicious. Condra stayed where she was, feet planted firmly in the rough dirt. "I am Condra. Condra Darmish." Her hands twitched, and the fire casually leaped up from her palm and lazily circled around her outstretched fingers. "I don't believe I caught your name in our last conflict." She directed this last statement towards the one eyed man, or rather, the one who had been trying to maintain an illusion of having one eye. With a hiss of burning air, the mage's other palm lit up and filled with flame. The hilt of her sword began to turn a cherry red as the fire licked up its length and pulsed with heat, yet she ignored it. Her skin was almost completely resistant to burns and heat, only the hottest of temperatures would even bother her. She directed this new blossom of fire along along the length of blade, having it settle halfway up. She realized that this show of power was making her a large and dangerous target for the other two, yet the earlier she started giving birth to the fire, the more she would have to work with. And having more could make up for being a target. Slowly, with her sword lowered at her side and with a haughty air, Condra began to advance towards the gazebo, keeping both of her foes in her sight. She was wearing the same helmet as in her last battle, the one forged specifically not to limit her field of view. It didn't do much to protect the front of her face, only cocooning the top and sides of her skull in a protective layer of steel. The fire mage didn't want to make the first move, but if anyone was going to do it, she had the best chance of not slipping as she made it. If her foes stayed in place, she could wither their defenses and energy down with a torrent of fire from a distance, forcing them to close. And seeing as she was the only one wearing any sort of armor, well, having them in close would be perfect. |
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| Treefrog700 | 20 Feb 2009, 21:01 Post #5 |
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"I'd rather remain nameless...for once you've won again, I shall be easily forgotten..." He offered drawing out his sword, not moving any further. He took note that his back was to the wall. This meant two things from his perspective. One was that he would not have to worry about opponents attacking from behind him. However, the second point was more dangerous, knowing that Condra used magic, giving her an advantage of range. This meant he had one less direction to dodge in, and seeing that dodging attacks, rather than accepting them, was his specialty, if he had any. The other opponent, who appeared to be weaponless must either be a magic user, or have somehow concealed his weapons. He was more dangerous than Condra inherently, despite what he had said earlier about her gaining another victory. You will never know the full potential of your opponents in till you fight them at full strength. He had done so against Condra previously, but it was his failure to adapt that caused his downfall, not necessarily his strength. Would he be acrobatic enough to dodge two attacks at once? Would the third party get in the way? He had no intention of repeating his mistakes, and he knew what to expect from Condra if he attacked her. She was confidant in her armor, in her skills. However the third opponent, could do anything. This uncertainty made things even more complex. In short, if he attacked him that brought out one other question. Would Condra wait for them to exhaust themselves, and perhaps stay at a distance with fire, or would she use her sword to finish one of them off and proceed to the next? This was the ultimate question of the entire tournament. Now if they attacked each other first...what would he be able to do? If a long range battle came upon them, then he was certain that he would get caught in the middle of it. He could dodge attacks yes, but not forever. He had exhausted himself too much during the last match. He would have to wait and see. There was no way he would even try to start the second round. All odds were against him. He was certain to fail. |
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21 Feb 2009, 00:59 Post #6 |
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Has a smokin' hot mom
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Corem flexed his long fingers as his eyes followed the fiery woman into the grand building. For a moment he curled his hands into bony fists, but he quickly released. He didn’t want his muscles to tense up. He remained relaxed in anticipation of the fight, although he wasn’t necessarily sure when it would begin. He had closed maybe half the distance between his starting place and that of the woman… Condra. That put him about fifteen feet away from the corner of the imposing wall, still shrouded by the dark shadow. His position, though, was not Corem’s main concern. Condra had decided to enter the cathedral, and by doing so she had gained a large advantage over the other two. Her display of power had basically labeled her as a fighter capable of ranged attacks, and so staying away and allowing her to keep the high ground would land him in a bad position. Attempting to take the flammable structure would likely end in it going up in flames… At this point in time, those were his only options. Corem rocked back onto his heels, awaiting the inevitable attack of his opponents in the lengthening shadows of the twilight. |
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| Teal | 22 Feb 2009, 21:37 Post #7 |
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Ba dum - pish!
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This battle would be fairly straightforward for Condra if it wasn't for the pillars. The could effectively control the wooden structure with her fire, provided that she knew where her enemies were coming from. She might even be able to fend them both off at once by setting the perimeter aflame, and keeping the fire in check so as not the destroy the structure. Yet, the pillars complicated things. They blocked line of sight. They weren't that thick, yet they provided cover from ranged attacks and hiding spots for a stealthy foe. The hard packed dirt made no noise of Condra padded over it, her rough leather shoes leaving faint traces of her passage. Her enemies hesitance to strike at her was beginning to work in her favor. The flame on her left hand had begun to grow, doubling in size with a crackling hiss. It snaked down from the tips of her fingers to her palm, leaving behind a thin wall of fire as it went. Her hand was quickly coated in a glove of burning gas. She redirected the burning parcel on her sword back to the hilt, reaching up with one finger and touching the middle portion of the blade, the fire on her finger parting and letting her test its heat. It was hot, not hot enough to allow the sword to bend, but hot enough to cause more pain and small burns. Condra slipped around a stone pillar, crossed the few more yards to the wooden platform and then stepped up, the old structure creaking as her feet hit the floor. Still moving at a leisurely pace, she stalked into the center of the gazebo. There was one tense moment when the one eyed man was out of her view, behind a pillar, but it quickly passed. From her new vantage point she could see both of her enemies, including the one who had moved closer. A closer target? Lovely. The fire mage would wait a bit longer, building up more power and then striking at Corem. He was close, and easy target for the barrage of flame that would soon be coming his way. |
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Warden of the rift of danger, Will Robinson!
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25 Feb 2009, 01:26 Post #8 |
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((I don’t recall saying anything about moving closer to the building…)) The night’s inky darkness was descending upon the lazy battlefield, the sun moving closer and closer towards a terrible collision with the ethereal horizon line. The first of the far distant stars had begun to poke their shimmering eyes out of the cloudy veil above. Towering in their midst was a pale goliath, a half moon that dwarfed all other celestial objects. The waning light of the setting sun still cascaded over the spectacle, making for a somewhat beautiful sunset. The glorious crescendos of violet and crimson overhead demystified the high – strung diorama contained within the high marble walls. Corem still stood, waiting for Condra to attack. From where he stood, he couldn’t even see the swordsman, let alone consider him a threat; the grand cathedral was a visual barrier between the two. Instead, he gave the woman the lofty title of ‘Priority’. She had the high ground, and was apparently amassing her power to use it. Deciding that being caught off the ball would be a bad idea, Corem rocked forward, back onto his long toes. He could feel his core muscles tighten, relax, constrict… It was like a perfectly tuned orchestra. As the musicians continued to play their flawless score, Corem began to focus less on the mechanics and more on the product. He circled to his right. After only a few short steps, he had placed one of the massive alabaster pillars between himself and Condra. Normally he would be hesitant to place an obstacle in his line of sight, but the flickering light of the roaring fire that had built up around her gave her location away. |
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| Treefrog700 | 25 Feb 2009, 21:49 Post #9 |
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He didn't move. Why should he? There was no point in the entire arena that would give him an advantage, and Condra seemed intent on attacking Corem instead of him. That seemed very logical of her. She knows my limits...but from her point of view, it is only Corem that will prove to be difficult... He decided after a while to take a few paces forward. Enough so that if a blast did find it's way towards him, he would be able to let it pass and hit the wall, and not damage him in anyway. Assuming he could dodge such an attack. He would not make the mistake of attacking Corem at this point, when he was still at full health. There must some link between stamina and magic, and although he didn't doubt that Condra had immense stamina--it was not infinite. He then changed his mind, and began to move around the arena, trying to stay as far away from everyone else, watching, waiting for the attack to come to him. His sword was in his right hand, although he was equally skilled with his left, he held it there because his right side was facing the center, as he turned to walk the length of the arena. His entire life he had done one on one battles, and this third person really irked him. He thought he had a chance in one on one, but still he couldn't find the strength to defeat both of them, so he was stuck. Either turn it into a brawl consisting of three people, or stay back and watch...he doubted that Condra would let him, or Corem for that matter. Either one wouldn't want him to sit back and wait for them to tire. No, but his mind figured that Corem was more likely to attack him than Condra, because Condra knew his limits...Corem couldn't be sure. |
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| Teal | 27 Feb 2009, 21:30 Post #10 |
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Who to kill, who to kill? Each provided a flammable, healthy feast for the fire, yet, she would not be able to dispatch both of them for it to eat. This round of carnage would come to a halt on the first death. So who would it be? The unnamed swordsman, fast and good with a blade? Or maybe the mysterious stranger, Corem, a mage whose powers remained hidden. Condra stood frozen in place, undecided, while the fire stretched at her leashes and crackled hungrily, eager for a fight. Corem had begun circling to his left, slowly, and then disappeared behind one of the stone pillars. That took him off of the menu. The fire mage could approach him where he stood now, but she had no knowledge of his close ranged abilities. For all she knew, he could paralyze her as she approached with a single touch and then summon a sword in her gut while she was rooted to the spot. No, she would keep her distance from him. Then there was the nameless one. He was hesitating, rocking back and forth on his feet. Then he began to move, slowly to his right and towards the spot where she, Condra, had begun the battle. A smart move, as this took him away from the nearby Corem, as well as her. He seemed to be trying to avoid a fight after his near death experience in their last battle. His sword was gripped in his right hand, his left empty. She could use that. "Don't worry precious, you will eat soon." The fire crackled in anticipation, the burning glove growing in size and creeping up her forearm. "We just have to find your prey." Condra absentmindedly spun her blade around in a wide circle several times, her head facing so that she could see the pillar that Corem was behind as well as the nameless one. He continued walking, meandering behind a pillar and then out again in her field of vision. Her sword stopped moving, and her head twitched back towards he pillar. No movement. Good. As the nameless man was about to pass even with her, Condra's head snapped back, focusing on his torso as her feet began to pound on the wooden floor and her arm brought her blade to her side, pointed out and slightly to the left. The fire swirled around her left arm, painting deadly patterns into the air that burned with such a light that they would be imprinted in a viewers eyes for seconds after. As she drew close to the man, her left arm darted out, the fire leaping into the fray with a hissing burst of joy. It spread out, forming a chest hight serpent of flames that raced towards the wall just in front of the man, cutting off his escape. Her body turned to the side, moving right at the man and delivering a slashing blow aimed at his back with the side of her blade, trapping him between her steel and her flame. |
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A sudden flash of intense light from behind Corem’s cover was the only indicator that the fight had started, and Condra had decided that the nameless swordsman was a bigger threat than he was. With a quick bound, Corem cleared the pillar and took in the scene unfolding before him. The woman had released all of the flames that she had under her control in an attempt to trap the swordsman and finish him in one decisive attack. While Corem had expected Condra to be the aggressor in this battle, he had hoped it wouldn’t come this soon. If he didn’t act now, he would be left behind… But the longer he delayed his assault, the larger his advantage over the other two grew. And once the night’s dark cloak had descended over the arena, it would be over in a matter of seconds. Now, he would be forced to sacrifice the night’s embrace, his ‘high ground’ to match Condra’s. If he was lucky, though, he would be able to take her by surprise while she was focused on a counterattack by the swordsman. Keeping this in mind, Corem exploded into a run, moving towards the nearest set of steps into the cathedral. As he did so, his power manifested itself around his hands; its serpentine coils twisted and curled around his fingers, growing until it appeared as black flame. Loops of the fire spiraled upward into the air before fading into the looming darkness. Corem took the steps two at a time, pausing only for a second at the top. Advancing into the center of the building would place him the farthest away from the exits, and that wasn’t a good thing in a place that was liable to catch fire at any given time. Instead, he circled around the gazebo’s inner parameter, his eyes intensely focused on Condra. As he approached, he raised his arm and took careful aim with his fingers. Corem allowed the black fire to flourish and consume his arm up to his elbow, before letting loose the arcane might. As it left his fingers it took the form of an arrow. The arrow sped through the air, directed at Condra’s left shoulder. The arrow itself, while somewhat crudely constructed, would hopefully be difficult to dodge. Condra now had two enemies to worry about, instead of just the swordsman. Corem would hopefully have the element of surprise, although Condra wasn’t a slump; she most likely would have noticed his approach. But the real beauty of the arrow was its coloring. As it was composed of dark energy it was completely black. The meager sunlight, combined with the shade of the cathedral, would conceal the arrow in a veil of shadows. For Condra, it would be spotting black on black – or black on grey, as the sun hadn’t completely set yet. The arrow’s small size only further decreased the visibility, which meant it had a very good chance of hitting her. Corem was about twenty feet away from her now. He slowed down some, but didn’t completely stop; he preferred to fight hand to hand, but if the opportunity to fire another projectile arose, he would seize it. |
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| Treefrog700 | 28 Feb 2009, 23:34 Post #12 |
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As Condra came, he wondered first of what Corem would do in response, wait for the outcome, or take a shot. As the luminescent flames came bursting forward, and then quickly after the blazing heat right in front of him, the swordsman could feel the barrage on his senses to be quite acute. Yet adaption was something he was good at, she would attack with her sword of course, if she struck the flames in front of him. She had chosen to release them relatively close to him. He had avoided them, and as her blade came towards his back, he placed both hands on his sword and blocked her sword attack with all of his strength, trying to prevent her from being able to hold her sword, and use her fire magic. He shifted his weight so that he could remain in place. Then he saw it out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't be distracted while being confronted by Condra, but he knew that something was coming towards them, and he hoped that it would hit her. Such a clever move, and he wasn't sure what Condra was thinking in attacking him first. He would focus on staying on ground with Condra, he was certain he would be able to keep up with her moves as a swordsman, and hopefully whatever intervention Corem brought would turn the magical tide of this battle. |
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| Teal | 1 Mar 2009, 17:18 Post #13 |
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(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. |
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| Teal | 6 Mar 2009, 21:44 Post #14 |
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Tree is gone, so I'll close the topic and set up the voting. |
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