Duel:Atyoa v Desparrow

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Place: Southern Sage Forest

Judges: Muraski, Sabine, Svilfon

Stakes: Atyoa inscribes the letter 'A' upon Desparrow's hip.

Winner: Atyoa (2-1 vote)


Atyoa emerges through the bushes with a string of drool dangling from his lips which are pulled back to reveal a snarling growl. His teeth were exposed from his mouth, revealing his anger to any being that just-so-happens to gaze upon the lycanthrope. In search of the elf that scarred his throat and pelvis previously that day, Atyoa turns to all sides in order to spot, and ambush the foe. Once the elf was spotted, Atyoa prepared for the attacks that were about to occur. The wolf slowly moved into the middle of the clearing revealing his figure to Desparrow. A slow, deep, scratchy voice claimed by Atyoa is heard, “We meet again.” The trees around the isolated area started to sway, a symbol for the Atyoa to attack. The wolf’s face turns emotionless, preparing for his attack. The grass around the elf crawl alive with flames, one of the wolf’s gifts~ fire. Soon after the ground fire, a mushroom of black smoke is created from the black-furred wolf, giving Atyoa enough time to hide and confuse the enemy. Atyoa emerges from a large bush, jaws widely ajared for the wolf to grip and straddle his enemies’ pale-skinned neck.


Desparrow grins "We do meet again." He looked around, wondering what power was causing this when his pants were suddenly aflame. He growled viciously, his shins still in pain from the frostbite's effects earlier. He quickly cast a small spell and the flames went out with a small icy gust. His pants were charred and the hair on his calves was gone too, which angered him. But no sooner was he able to attack than was his enemy gone. He only turned just in time to grab the wolf lunging at him in mid air but fall upon his back, the wolf lashing for his throat. He tried to hold the beast at bay and so he summoned a little electricity to send a jolt through the lycan's body


Atyoa feels a jolting sensation throughout his body, particularly his paws that landed on the back of his foe. The elf’s back was not his target of damage, although leaping from his back must have left scratches of some sort. The wind swiftly moving along through the trees stopped, which was trouble for the lycanthrope. The fire that was extinguished by his enemy was a problem also. Atyoa turned his large body quickly in the air, to let the fire take flight, flying above his foe, -may have singed the top of the elves head?- and quickly extinguished in the air. The black shaggy fur along Atyoa’s spine started to create embers of flames that fell from his coat, creating an orb of fire that levitated into the air. Desparrow –had- to be used to this common attack between the two. Although instead of the orb of flames took flight into the direction of his foe, it hesitated. The orb bobbed up and down before spiraling quickly, leaving blooms of smoke behind it, shedding proof of existence. The lycanthrope’s feet shifted in the dirt-invested ground, charging swiftly through the air, side by side with the orb of flames that was heading for his foe. The lycanthrope had his teeth bared for Desparrows shins, and the orb heading for the elf’s chest.


Desparrow quickly rolled onto his back and stayed there. He prayed to his ancestors for help in this one. He knew they came once he felt new energy flow through his veins. He quickly melted into the ground, becoming one with the night. All could hear his whispering voice all around and it would not stop, it would fill your head until you screamed. He no longer felt the pain that the claws had left. Suddenly the area grew dark and the dark became tangible, it would slow movements like water, it became thick like slime and had the desire to devour the living. "Be Gone From the Land of the Living!" the shadows all around screamed into the night in their unholy splendor and viciousness. The darkness solidified behind the lycan quite a ways and the form of Desparrow rose. "You shall fall creature of the night." He gathered pure undiluted shadows into a sphere and from the sphere came long tentacles lashing around the area. "Tendrils of Darkness, Bind him!" his voice rasped in absolute delight. "Prepare for the true nightmare. Vulyar cannot compare to my power." The tangible shadows were releasing a hallucinogenic into the air that was making anyone who inhaled it see their worst fears come alive. Desparrow only wondered what the lycan saw him as. The tendrils lashed around silently before attempting to wrap up the wolf, drag him into the air and ceaselessly and mercilessly whip him into submission like the animal he was.


Atyoa quickly jumped over the diving Desparrow, who lay onto the ground dodging the two assailants. Once the orb of flames reached its destination –which was supposed to be the chest of Desparrow- it exploded into midair where the body of Desparrow was~ Embers fell to the ground, some on the back of the lycanthrope, but since that is where they were developed, it didn’t bother Atyoa. The tendrils -which were substituted for a whip- started to lash out and warp around the body of Atyoa, the wolf exploded into a fire which caused the tendrils to fall to the ground, twitching while alive with fire, but still lashing at the ankles of the lycanthrope. A Homo sapien slipped from the grasp of the whips, and the humanoid was, Atyoa. Once the explosion occurred, the wolf warped –back- into its original form, a humanoid. Atyoa now began to gesture his hands into the air, summoning the flames that escaped his hands and onto the ground, creating a charred-trail of black from himself and to the elf. Once the trail was finished, he touched the beginning of the charred ground, -which was located at the bottom of his feet- and the trail lightened with flames. It traveled quickly to Desparrow, planning on to enlighten the body of Desparrow with flames. Not only the trail was alive with fire, but each of Atyoa’s hands and feet were dancing with crackling flames. The lycanthrope jumped in the air, turning his feet swiftly, casting several orbs of fire to Desparrow as well.


Desparrow shook his head "You are going to learn not to play with fire my boy. Hahahahahahaha" He became his elf form again and analyzed the situation. His tendrils having been destroyed and the wolf was now human again. "Tsk Tsk Tsk. I wil lhave to teach you one way or another." Serpentine voices whispered in their heads. He was mumbling and muttering to himself furiously before the fire spell was cast. When he noticed the fire was coming at him he decided to make his move. "I will end this once and for all! Megamumastasicus replicarum!" The fire had reached him but had stopped at his feet and was slowly rising into the air. His hands were in front of his chest, palms outward. In the center of his palm was a black orb, another sphere, but it was absorbing the flames. It was taking them in and growing, becoming more red the more the more fire it absorbed. This went on until all the fires on the ground were gone, leaving ashes and dust in their dismissal. The orbs were redirected into the now head sized red sphere resting in his palms and they vanished into them. Once he had collected them all he magically charged the sphere with electricity, so it was a mixture of fire and static. "Prepare for the attack that will bring you down to earth my friend, and seal your doom." He growled viciously. "No more play time" The orb grew until it was about the size of Desparrow himself and it float in front of him. "Serpent Fang--Thunder Inferno!" Bolts of fire streamed out of the orb, causing it to shrink, they were each covered with lightning so if you got hit, you were shocked and badly burned. The whipped out at the human before him, in hopes of having left both scars and maybe even destroying him completely. They split into smaller but faster tentacles and lashed at the lycan with the intent of beating it into defeat. This was the fate for the beast for its original attack on this elf-vampire. He would stand for it no more!


Atyoa tried desperately to dodge each flame of lightning, but the scars that were created previously that day were scarred once again, with a few more spots along his body; including his stomach, right foot, and his hip. The other bolts of flames were dodged because of once the black sphere startled to release hell, the lycanthrope easily created a flame-like shield in front of his body to protect his major body parts. The fire that he had created scarred –him- but also his enemy. He was done with his foe because he had no more need to taunt the devious elf.

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Atyoa prepares for the next attack. Atyoa reaches for a dagger in his belt, blowing hot steam on it. "Come here, elf." The lycanthrope approaches the elf, to inscribe an elegant letter 'A' on his hip. "You are going to remember -that- for the rest of your life. Who wants a drink?" Atyoa heads for the tavern to celebrate his victory.


Desparrow hissed in pain and watched as the wound swelled then healed to become an ' A' scar.