Duel:Aurie v Zeusef
Field of Flowers
Beautiful pink and white flowers stretch as far as the eye can see, filling the air with their sweet aroma and drawing great swarms of bees to their sweet nectar. Roses nod slightly with the wind on long, thorned stalks, and lilies and carnations mix in with them willingly. The place is so tranquil, so quiet, that you feel your eyes drifting closed. Jerking awake, you wonder if some sort of spell has been cast upon this place to make it so. To the south, the flower field gives way to light prairie, while the Milous Plains continue to the west. Eastward there are green, rolling hills.
Aurie is a silver dragon and seems to be a druid.
Zeusef is a Queashian Centauress and seems to be a Juggernaut.
Judges: Mahri, Portea, (unstated)
Aurie walks into the wide open area, her face stoic yet relaxed. Fighting isn’t a thing that Aurie necessarily enjoys. Way to often, it has been her experience that the ‘lesser’ races are not to be trusted in a fair fight. The dragoness herself can’t claim to be completely fair either. After all, she’s all but sure that her opponent has no idea of her true nature. Without warning, Aurie’s fair elven features begin to twist and contort, skin rippling and yielding to thick draconic scales, wings and a tail sprouting out of the girl’s back, and mass multiplying upon mass until a much larger, much more ferocious silver being stands before you. Aurie’s head alone is easily twice the size of her already large opponent and a blast of chilling air rushes out of nostrils the size of windows as the saurian beast snorts. Both wings slam whoosh through the air as they lift their commander in flight, each beat sending a rush of air towards the ground below. Circling higher and higher into the sky, the silver dragon gains altitude at an alarming rate. As she reaches her desired height, she plummets back towards the ground and her opponent. In only a few seconds, she would collide with her opponent, or so it would seem. At the last moment, the dragon pulls up, simultaneously bending her long neck down and unleashing a torrent of bone-chilling breath colder than the highest altitudes in Fristmaw upon her opponent.
Zeusef stares straight ahead upon her foe as stands Despoiler at her right, pointing the deadly glaive head skyward. Tilting her head froth, the centauress causes her visor to slides down over her eyes, reducing the glare any light that may distort her vision. Sturdy digits loosen and re-tighten around the staff of her weapon as slowly begins to trot forward. Aurie is stared in caution once the transformation takes place, Zeusef's eyes growing widen and widen as the true shape of the dragon is reveal to her. She back peddle several feet, gritting her teeth as she allows a shiver of fear course through her being. Raising her hand to her face, she shields herself from stray of dust and debre the that sweeps the earth. Watching as Aurie shrinks into the sky, Zeusef paces in circles below, her visage remaining stoic even in the face of what could spell her doom. She turns away briefly, spotting the return of Arien who struggles to carry the centauress' other pole arms to the battle field. Sensing the woman's distress, Zeusef quickly rushes to her, glancing over her back as the dragon makes it's dive. She extends her hand out to Arien as she draws nears, who in turn tosses the Juggernaut's pilium to her. Catching it in her free left hand, she turns sharply to find the dragon almost upon her. Wrenching back with her left, she readies the hand thrown harpoon, waiting for Aurie to close the distance. With a mighty toss, she hurls the weapon through the air, aiming for the dragon left optic, hoping for the harpoon's teeth to sink into the eye so that the heavy wooden end would weight down on it and inflict a pain great enough to down the dragon. She finds herself with nearly no time to avoid the chill, and does her best to gallop toward her right, leaving her left to feel the numbing bite of the frost.
Aurie roars with anger as the pilium strikes true, the sharp point digging its way beneath her eyelid. Unable to see the thrown weapon due to her own icy blast, she had no time to dodge it. Nay, she hadn’t even seen it for by the time she was aware of it the weapon had already claimed her sight… in that eye, at the least. If only by instinct, she circles into the air once more, quickly widening the gap between she and her opponent. A few shakes of her head and the javelin flies loose, carrying with it a chunk of the great beast’s eyelid and a ghastly spray of blood, both of which plummet towards the ground. While devastating, the attack had done anything but down the beast. Aurie, now enraged, plummets towards her opponent again. She turns through the air as she nears her, angling her underside to catch the moonlight and throw it in her opponents face in an attempt to blind her having overlooked Zeusef’s protective visor. Non-the-less, her next attack should be no less deadly. A deadly roar cuts the still air once more, conveying the anger… malice even, of the great silver beast. With a rock-shaking thud, Aurie lands on her haunches and strikes out with both front claws. Defensively, she continues to beat her strong wings, hoping to blow away any weapon sent flying towards her this time.
Zeusef 's teeth chatter uncontrollably as the left half of her body became pale and coated in a layer of frost that cling to her armor, flesh and the fur of her horsley body. Violently shivering, she turns to check on the condition of Arien who was just as unlucky in avoid the chill as she was. The elven woman is curled into a ball of the ground, her skin nearly white as a sheet and icy to the touch. With death quickly consuming the woman, Zeusef uses the gap provided by Aurie to hobble toward the woman. Her legs are stiff and almost frozen solid, joints painfully pop causing tears to stream down the centauress' face. She kneels over the Arien, lowering her weight upon her in an attempt to warm the woman as well as herself. Her head shifts skyward, Aurie's roar vibrating her armor and snapping Zeusef's attention back to the battle at hand. She raises her glaive from the earth, holding it horizontally above her head as Aurie's claws lash out to seek her. They strike her hard, pushing down into the earth and on top of Arien with bone shattering force. Arien's screams would fill the air as Zeusef's begins to crush her. Trying her best to safe herself and Arien from a horrible death, Zeusef pulls on her Despoiler dragging the hook opposite the blade across the scaly hand of the dragon, seeking to snag an over lapping scale and rip it from the dragon's flesh. Hopefully this works to distract her and force her to easy up long enough for her to raise. Her goal would then be to rush closer, and stab Despoiler upward into the underbelly of the dragon, hoping to slide the glaive between the scales to her softer flesh.
Aurie leaps back, the earth shaking as the saurian lands a few feet further away from her prey. As the Centauress advances, Aurie beats her wings with violent force, ushering forth enough wind to prevent her opponent from reaching her.
Winner: Aurie