Post by OGRenderence on Oct 8, 2006 16:35:40 GMT -5
Gordon straped on his bucklers and trod into the gated area.(OOC: Bucklers are sheilds that are straped to your fore-arm.) The fans roared as his once defeated, but now a fan favorite was seen in the other gate.
Appealing to the crowd, Zarne grips his blade tightly, and the gates drop. Charging forward, Zarne lets a bolt of lightning fire from his hand, and follows it with a quick stab of his blade.
Post by OGRenderence on Oct 8, 2006 16:42:04 GMT -5
Gordon took the lighning bolt with a grunt of pain, but stopped his opponent's blade with his buckler. He swung back with his axe and leaped out of his gate, and turned to watch his foe wearily.
Blocking the axe's blow with his sheild, Zarne muttered a few words and summoned a Clannfear behind his opponent. He quickly followed it with a lunge towards Gordon's chest with the point of his sword.
Post by OGRenderence on Oct 8, 2006 16:47:40 GMT -5
Gordon was saved by his senses. He leaped to the side allowing his opponent to rush into his own Clanfear. Gordon made sure he was atleast ten feet away. His opponent was going to be a tough one.
Cursing by Azura, Zarne pulled his blade out of the throat of his Clannfear. Waste of Magicka! The crowd grew quiet as a fireball materialized in his hand, and he hurled it towards his foe.
Absorbing the Fire Spell thanks to his birth sign, he felt replenished, but he still took some damage. Charging forward with a cry, Zarne tightened his grip on the sword, and attempted to bring in down on his opponents skull.
Taking a blow to the chest, Gordon stublmed back. Thinking quickly, Zarne decided to try something. Chanting the ancient frost spell, his sword froze over. Snickering, He towards his opponent, with his blade aimed at his throat.
Larn sat in the stands, watching his opponent and his friend Gordon fight. Staring silently, he remembers his foes tactics, taking notes on his new style.
Growing tired of his opponents defensive tactics, Zarne muttered an ancient spell. A fireball was growing between his hands, with a 15 foot explosion happening when it hits its first obstacle. Zarne pointed to Gordon's feet, and let the flames go.
Mathis stood on the opposite side of the arena than Larn, he liked to get the smell of Pitdog out of his nostrils once in a while. Broom in hand he sweeps between ppls feet, and pays no mind to the battle within, he feels its nothing worth his attention.
Eano2: Find myself looking back at this place from time to time. Sorry for being an asswipe.
Jul 24, 2019 23:36:30 GMT -5
Its Me: Damn, other people come back here too?
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Bargle: Yes. It's called insanity.
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Germ: I remember being so excited to come home from middle school to login on my families crappy, old dial-up connected PC and see what was new here. That was more than half my life ago, which is crazy to think about. I hope you stray ghosts are doing well.
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