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Post by dogonda on Oct 8, 2006 11:43:28 GMT -5
we can fight here now, and i will post my next move.
I raise my quickly, the blade sliding of the heavy edge. Quickly, I roll back, the sand matting my hair. Staring at him sharply, my eyes grow electrically. I summon a deadroth as I sends flames flickering up my blade and lightning course my mace. I thrust at his legs with my blade while swinging strongly at his chest.
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Post by soroner on Oct 8, 2006 11:48:27 GMT -5
The sight of the Daedroth compels me to summon my own creature, a Daedra Lord appears in front of me. It occupies the Daedroth, and leaves Larn for me. Using my blade I again parry his, but I did not raise my sheild quick enough to block the mace. The heavy blow knocks me off my feet, but I raise back up quickly. My hair stands on end as a bolt of lightning shoot at my foe, and I thrust my blade forward with all my strength.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 8, 2006 11:50:33 GMT -5
Mathis watches the battle unfold from the stands as he's done so many times before. Pitdog vs Pitdog. "Lucky to even gather a crowd he thinks to himself". A sly smile appears on his weathered face. He enjoyed the battles. enjoyed the screams, enjoyed the blood.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 8, 2006 11:52:52 GMT -5
I roll out of the way of the lightning quickly, however the blade slices my leg slightly. I wince in pain as blood trickles down my rainment, staining the sand. The crowd roars, eager for the blood. My green eyes glow until my pupils are obscured in the unholy light. Roaring I drop my blade and mace, and leap into the air, aiming a kick at his stomach.
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Post by soroner on Oct 8, 2006 11:58:11 GMT -5
Feeding off the crowd's energy I appeal to them to get louder. Turning around, I get caught by Larn's powerful kick,possibly cracking a rib, but while his foot connects, I grab his leg and mutter a powerful lightning spell. The Daedra Lord finishes off the Daedroth, but the spell times out before he can do any damage to Larn.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 8, 2006 12:06:28 GMT -5
Smiling grimly I resist the spell due to my race. Fire engulfs my fist as I course up the power to do damage. The crowd hushes, in awe by this rare spectacle. I scream in fury, throwing a lightning quick jab followed by a uppercut with my other fist.
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Post by soroner on Oct 8, 2006 12:10:46 GMT -5
Easily blocking the jab with my sheild, I was not so lucky with the uppercut. It rocks my jaw, forcing me to the ground. Swirling both hands in circles, a small cyclone roars around me. Loosing it with a furious roar, I feel drained, both physically and mentally. Mustering up some strength, I slam my sword towards my opponents stomach.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 8, 2006 12:16:51 GMT -5
Stumbling, the flat of the blade catches me in my berserk state unaware. Wheezing I catch my breath, my eyes glinting. The crowd roars, eager for this battle to continue. I block them out, using my mind to probe deep into the waters of Oblivion. Finding a suitable candidate, I bind him to me, his body and magicka being forced to me into a suit of armor, like my legendary type. Staring at my opponent in black enameled armor, I raise my bound mace and longsword, charging him, the three dremora scream, the sound egging on the crowd.
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Post by soroner on Oct 8, 2006 12:22:27 GMT -5
Eyes widening at the sight of the Bound Weapons and armor, I know I may be in trouble. Quickly stumbling over the words, a suit similar to my opponents materializing on me. The sword following shortly after. The crowd is on their feet, the fight is reaching a climax. Blocking the Maces blow, the longsword catches my left arm. Wincing, I know I may have to play a little dirty. Muttering the ancient words, my sword catches flame, and I lunge it towards my opponent, aiming for his heart. Simultaneously, I let loose a series of lightning bolts out of my left hand, hoping to catch him off guard.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 8, 2006 12:30:09 GMT -5
Batting the blade away quickly I smile, not seeing the blue blots. The lightning slams into me, my skin crackling. Roaring in pain, I subconciuosly bind a scamp inside me, stealing his life force. Slightly rejuvinated, I relize that this fight has gone on for to long. I grip my opponent, my heavily mailed fist holding his wrist in a iron vise. I bring back the spell that has given me my name. All of my magicka flows out of my spirit, leaving me feeling empty for a moment. Lighting, Fire, Ice, and pure magicka run from my hands, impacting my grabbed flow as a weakness spell precedes all of it.
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Post by soroner on Oct 8, 2006 12:40:17 GMT -5
The hush of the crowd was starteling to me as I tried to wriggle free from his grasp. I start to spasm uncontrolably, as the huge amount of magicka enters me. Lying on the sand, I remember a spell to be used only in dire situations, this was one. Still on my back, I point both hands at my opponent, and mutter the spell that would drain all but a small sliver of my health, and the entirety of my magicka. The black sphere grew in my hands, until all of health and magicka were drained. The sphere advanced towards Larn, and I could only hope...
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Post by dogonda on Oct 8, 2006 12:44:18 GMT -5
Screaming, I do the only two things i can think of. I scream the spell all Bretons are taught at birth, shielding us from half of any damage. Simealtanously, I destroy my armor, forcing the dremora to shield me with earthly bodies instead. The black orb rends them from this plane, and whisps of it touch me. Standing, pain burns in my mind, almost knocking me out. Using my last ounce of strength, its all I can do to stay standing.
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Post by soroner on Oct 8, 2006 12:47:05 GMT -5
With no strength or magicka left, I have only one move available to me. I pick up my iron longsword and throw it as hard as I can muster at my oppenent. After the throw, I am almost completely drained, and I fall to my knees.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 8, 2006 12:49:54 GMT -5
Seeing the blade comming, I sigh and throw myself to the ground as it whistles overhead. Standing, I relize that i cannot ward off one more attack.
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Post by soroner on Oct 8, 2006 12:54:33 GMT -5
Seeing my opponent weakened as I am, gives me strength. I look around from my knees, and see my opponents sword laying on the ground near me. Standing up, I stagger towards it, and pick it up. With very little strength left I grab the mace lying beside it. With every once of strength in my body, I launch myself at Larn, bringing down both hands, and collapse on the ground from exhaustion.
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