Duel:Atyoa v Desparrow (2)

Duelist: Atyoa and Desparrow
Judges: Niawtu, Morganza, Katlin (mid)
Stakes: Atuohit Post, (Desparrow Carved a 'D' into the lycanthropes back. 
Winner: Desparrow (unanimous) 

Desparrow rubs his hands together while running through an array of small level spells in his head. Being on the mountains was going to make this easy. He looked up towards the peak, and down towards the village, wondering if it was a necessary sacrifice. Desparrow began to mutter to himself, small sparks igniting off his fingertips. He got ready to channel a large amount of energy into this attack and would have to incapacitate his opponent long enough to draw the energy to replenish himself. This was going to be tricky because he would also most definitely do some damage to the village with this spell. Desparrow kept mumbling while his bioelectricity, the power that ran this body was gathering. An aura of raw magic formed around him, making him look like a mirage when someone gazed directly at his form. "Thunder!" Green bolts of lightning fired from his outstretched hands in a constant stream, blasting rock around his opponent and hopefully hitting the lycan as well, with the intent on not only hitting him but burying him as well. After the rock dust had built up a cloud he ventured back a bit and hid behind a boulder, placing his raw hands on the mountain surface and slowly siphoned energy from the ancient rock.

Atyoa heard the foe approaching through forest, and onto the mountain that laid the village of dwarves. The citadel that hovered over the village had been Atyoa’s shield for any attack outside the village, but the elf seemed to notice ways to enter the hostile establishment. Once his enemy casted his spell that summoned lightning bolts to erupt from the elven hands. A crack settled beneath his feet that would eventually unleash hell, literally. Currently in a humanoid form, he set his hands on the ground quickly to thrust them through the air which summoned a wall of fire to unleash through the cracked crust of the Earth. The fire consumed the large boulders that were meant to apply much damage to the lycanthrope, but instead evolved into ashes while passing through the flames of fire. A few dirt clots that hit chest and shoulder, but no damage was acknowledged. A black leather belt was equipped on Atyoa’s waist, and it held two lengthy daggers. Both were pulled from there settlement, and the lycanthrope blew fire from his mouth onto each of their handles which melted the blades together. Once they were both stable enough not to fall apart, they crawled alive with flames. The lycanthrope twisted into the air, until the daggers were thrown in the air into the direction of the enemy. A whistling noise was erupting from the daggers, to notify that each was moving quickly through the air.

Desparrow had made it behind the boulder in time before the daggers could strike. He had already started absorbing life force from the rock into his body, a long and grueling process considering how slow a rock's soul would respond. He urged the rock and began to get some flow into his body. Very little was replenished when he decided he didn't have any more time to spare. He pulled out his bow and muttered a spell to charge one of his arrows. The head of it turned blue, charged with ice magic, but then it became purple, having both powers of ice and fire within its compact form. He stepped out from behind his boulder and launched it at his opponent, meant to explode upon contact it would first burn and then it would freeze. Immediately after he fired the first arrow he brought out three more and enchanted them each with the power of light, "I banish the rest of your dark heart!" the points glowed yellow as he fired them each in turn at the lycan

Atyoa unleashed his shield that settled on a beige boulder left of his figure. The lycanthrope laggard to the protective shield and one of the arrows grazed his caucasian skin, but the fire within the arrow had no mind to him, him being a fire user, and the ice that collaborated with the warmth of flames seemed not to be noticed. A scratch that appeared to be developed by a feline was spotted on his right shoulder, the others? Those arrows dropped to the ground once he clutched his shield to protect himself. Once the defense was discarded, Atoya closed his dark grey eyes to concentrate on his next attack. Sparks behind each tree were seen if anyway happened to gaze toward that direction. The lycanthrope opened his eyes which appeared completely antique white. Once so, flaming meteors appeared of the top of trees from every direction. The large boulders of fire were heading for his enemy, Desparrow. Each one covered the green tree tops with flames, which would eventually burn from their previous shelters, and evolve into ashes that floated hesitantly to the earth.

Desparrow desparrow thought quickly when he noticed his frst arrow was worthless. He already had decided that it would be pointless to try another light arrow, but he was going to have to do something. He receded into the shadows of the boulder behind which he had been hiding. Almost immediately upon entering he sank into the darkness, no longer a solid being. He inhabited the darkness now, could be anywhere and could be anything, even Atyoa's own shadow. Mixed echoes of laughter could be heard from everywhere there was darkness. Faces could be seen but when looked directly at they vanished. He was a nightmare to those who were afraid of the darkness. All the meteors struck the mountain without harming him at all. They did however cause large amounts of rock to break free and caused an avalanche of rocks to come tumbling down upon his opponent. One rock had hit just right that it flung right over his opponent, the darkness on the underside was where he formed and leaped at the lycan, one arrow at the ready, its tip a void of light, "I banish you to the darkness, be sealed within your own mind!" He launched the arrow from point blank range, the magic in the tip would turn the lycan into a shell, his conciousness trapped inside and not able to move the body.

Atyoa:: The lycanthrope, currently in Homo sapien formation, heard the sound of an equipping arrow onto its bow. The sound that lingered into the lycanthrope eardrum had planned to unleash something dark. A dark-indigo orb surrounds Atyoa, almost as if it devoured him. The arrow that was supposed to launch inside his brain, was broken in half once the protective orb grew larger. The lycanthrope’s eyes were currently antique white, and the thoughts that pondered playfully through his brain had been launched into a plan. Atyoa’s eyes hesitantly opened as a newly born child would. A smirk developed onto his face, only to give a logical hint that his attack was –not- going to be quite friendly. Once he extinguished his foes attack, the dark-indigo orb’s membrane exploded, and unleashed dark flames in every direction, meant to hesitate Desaprrow -or maybe damage his entire structure- if any more attacks would apply soon after. A ring a gray smoke hovered the orb and the entire area to hide Atyoa’s current form. A black-furred lycanthrope appeared after the smoke of the dark-orb was transparent. A hostile facial expression was spotted, a snarled growl appeared on Atyoa’s face; teeth barred to show his hostility.

Desparrow wasn't prepared to have his final attack broken like his last and the one before that. He was dumbfounded and stunned, leaving him open to get burned all over his body by the flames. He fell to the ground, both scathed and quite stunned. He didn't bother standing up for he needed to rest. Slowly his wounds already began to heal. It didn't take much but all he had left on his body to show for this last attack was the fact that there was a small burn on his arm where the worst of the burn had happened. Once all was said and done he stood and bowed to his opponent. Desparrow braced himself, "This is for the 'A' in my side!"

Auto hit

Desparrow launched himself at his opponent with an arrow in hand. Using the pointed edge of the arrow, he sliced easily into the body of the lycan and carved a small D in the small of its back.