Duel:Adain v Belasco

Novice Division

Judges: Errin (Belasco), Calen (Adain), Naoko (mid-judge)

Victor: Adain [3-0]

Adain is a lycan and seems to be a spell blade. Adain is wearing gothic-style shirt on his body, fedora on his head, fang earring on his left ear, fang earring on his right ear, black-unbuttoned-leather duster on his shoulders, black-leather-fingerless gloves on his hands, black-leather pants on his legs, and black boots on his feet. On one of his left fingers, you see bone ring. On one of his right fingers, you see bone ring. Adain is using Winters Bite as a weapon. Adain are not using a shield. Adain has green eyes, light skin, and black hair, and is single.

Belasco is a human and seems to be a mage. Belasco is wearing white runed-robe on his body, circlet-of-power on his head, rune-detailed spectacles on his face, crystal earring on his left ear, crystal earring on his right ear, diamond-studded collar on his neck, white runed-sleeve on his left arm, white runed-sleeve on his right arm, dragonscale gloves on his hands, wristband-of-knowledge on his left wrist, wristband-of-power on his right wrist, rune detailed-leggings on his legs, and rune inscribed-footwear on his feet. Belasco is using pick axe as a weapon. Belasco is using aura-of-protection as a shield. Belasco has blue eyes, light skin, and blonde hair, and is single.

[begin: 11:56 pm]

Adain strides into the open arena, his black duster flapping about behind him as he moves with a brisk step towards the man there waiting for him. He lets a slight grin touch his lips as he comes within twenty feet of the man, fully enjoying the rush of adrenaline that came to him just before he tasted the thrill of battle again. Planting his feet solidly he nods cordially to Belasco, his demeanor much more relaxed than the tumult of exited nerves inside him. "Good luck to you," then after this few words Adain lowers his stance and shifts into motion, soft leather boots muffle his steps as he circles slowly to the right; his gloved hand drifting towards the black leather bound pommel of Winter's Bite hanging at his side. Wrapping his fingers about the handle the lycan loosens the blade from its sheath, the first few inches of the blade sliding into view with a crisp, crackling hiss of frosted steel on steel. With a quick flick of his wrist the lycan swings his icy brand across his body, a stream of crystal clear droplets flowing from the blade and running along its length to spray off the tip in an arc towards Belasco. The droplets sparkle for a moment in the dim light before dropping to sub-zero temperatures and hardening into twirling spines of ice that rocketed towards the man, ready to bite into his soft flesh.

[time: 10 minutes - 12:06 am]

Belasco stares deep into the eyes of the Lycan as he charges in for his vicious fanged attack. He attempts to side-step the devistating teeth of the lycan, he finds himself moving more slowly due to the drastic decrease of cold tempature. As the fangs tear into the flesh of Belasco, his left arm seems to have been hit with the force of an elephant. The pain is beyond the extermity of any physical pain that he has ever felt. As he falls to the ground from the intense force that hit him, he cries out in agony as the bitter cold wind sweeps into the bleeding flesh. He slowly brings himself to his feet, feeling the bitter cold sink into the bone. His once beautiful white robes now drenched in crimson blood. With desperation, he sticks his right arm out in the direction of Adain, and spreads apart his long, slinder fingers. He utters an incantation under his breath, and his hands start to glow a golden colour. A loud roar of thunder seems to shake the ground as the skys turn black. Static electricty starts to manipulate the hairs of both Belasco and Adain. The crackling sound of electricty comes from his fingertips as he pulls back his right arm. He slings his arm with froce and shoots white and blue lighting bolts from his hand.

[time: 20 minutes -- 12:26 am]

Adain watches the ice slice into his opponent's arm with some satisfaction, yet he does not slow his pace, pressing his advantage while it still existed. The lycan coils his legs for an instant, then springs into a dead sprint for the white robed mage before him, his tool of war held back in preparation for a heavy slash across Belasco's body once he can within the reach of his blade. Lunging forward towards the last of his charge, the lycan is met with the yellowed light emitting from the mage's outstretched palm. Caught off guard for this attack Adain is struck with the bolt in directly in his core, the white energy sizzling through his veins and searing a ugly black hole through his shirt and the skin of his chest and hurling him back in a groaning heap in the arena floor.

[time: 10 minutes -- 12:36 am]

Belasco He cringes as the blots of lightning hitting the very core of the Lycan. Knowing that it must have done quite a bit of damage, and possibly could have paralyzed Adain momentarily, he uses this oppurnity to heal himself. He places his aged hand over the huge wound on his left arm, closes his eyes, and leans his head back. A white and purple haze pours from his hand, and it surronds his wound. The wound starts to seal up slowly. He looks over at Adain, and with confidence supporting his gittry voice, he says "You fight well Adain. You've gained my respects. I honor you." He bows his head at the lycan. He then steps back, brings his right arm down to his waist, and starts to utter some words in acient elven. His body is then surrounded by a flame. After about 5 seconds, the flame disappears into his right hand. He charges in towards Adain, leaps with all his force, and, at the highest point of his leap, he throws out his right arm, his fingers pointing directly at the Lycan. The beak of a brid starts to form at his finger tips, then the head of the bird. The bird appears to be a giant falcon. The flaming falcon hurtles towards Adain.

[time: 15 minutes -- 12:51 am]

Adain lays in the dirt of the cool arena floor with his back to the mage, his muscles convulsing lightly with the shock that his nervous system just endured. His eyes flicker open to reveal the golden tinged irises beneath, his lips curling back in the smallest hint of a sneer as the mage takes the time to tend to his own wounds and speak a few words before preparing his attack. With barely perceptible movements Adain shifts his weight to were he was able to regain his feet in an instant, but does not get up as he is still coping with the massive trauma he had just endured. With deep and silent breaths the lycan begins drawing the chill magics in his veins into the tingling hand that still grasped Winter’s Bite, preparing what he knew would be his last opportunity to strike his opponent and save himself from whatever spell the mage had been concocting. The footsteps of Belasco draw nearer, the sound carried through the solid floor to pound in Adain’s waiting ears, the power in his grasp almost ready to be put to use. Just as the mage leaps Adain makes his move, pushing himself up and diving under the man’s air-born form to land behind him and rolling to where face Belasco. Lashing out with his chill blade the magic he wielded began to reform the blade, turning it to a solid stream of water in the cryomancer’s hand that would leap out to spash across the mage’s back. With a grunt as the water connects with its target Adain pushes a pulse of frost across the beam, quickly freezing the water in an attempt to freeze the mage into a soild block of ice.

[time: 11 minutes -- 1:02 am]

Belasco His eyes shoot open as the counter from Adain takes him with such surprise. Not having enough strength in his old body to counter the attack, he stares terrified as the ice chases him down. As the ice hits the right side of his body, it seems that he can feel the blood freeze, as his skin burns from the intence cold of the ice. His entire right side starts to freeze, he avarts his eyes to Adain, his vision starts to cloud. He falls to the ground from the weight of his half frozen body. In a last attempt to win the duel that both of them have fought well and hard, he raises the battle worn thing that he claims as an arm, focus' all his attation into the attack, utters his final incantation, and what seems to be a black ball of white electricty starting to form in his hand, he relinquishes his final attack. Using all the energy into the attack, he passes out. The ball of dark matter and electricty hurls towards Adain....

[time: 12 minutes -- 1:14 am]

Adain groans, his eyes following the crackling sphere in dread as it hurtles towards his prone body. With a desperate effort Adain whips the stream of water formed from Winters Bite back to him, the blade reforming in his hand as the ball of shadowed energy draws nearer still. With an inhuman effort Adain takes up this blade and rams its point into the ground between him and the attack, hoping its steel form would act as a lightning rod and carry the seemingly electrical blast away from him into the ground. The sphere comes in contact with the sword just before the lycan can remove his hand and sends a blast of voltage through the metallic handle to blacken the skin of his palm with the raw energy of its attack. Flinching back from the collision of magic and steel inches from him, Adain is struck by a blast of shadowed fragments as the ball detonates with the loss of its electricity to the ground. The shards bit into his any exposed skin, charring it with even more deadly power from the attack. With a whimper the lycan can do nothing but lay in the dust of this proud arena, nursing his wounds and battered pride.

[time: 11 minutes -- 1:25 am]

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