Duel:Breesias v Hvitr

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Breesias vs Hvitr

  • Judges: Dergious, Keter, Thea
  • Stakes: 10,000 Gold
  • Rd/time: 3/15
  • Location: Trist'oth Arena UFC, week 6
  • Decision: Breesias, split


Hvitr stands within the arena, a veritable blaze of light. Not only does the dragon shine with an innate aura of pale white, but he is dressed in true finery. The armor, nearly entirely covered with crystals, glows as well, most notably the escutcheon protruding from the armor on the Crystal's head, which emanates an intense white light. The ribbed wings spread wide, showing off the truly magnificent beauty of this Saurian. He surveys the gathered crowd, looking for all the world like they are naught but his personal retainers, assembled merely because he wished it. After enough of a pause to allow the onlookers a good stare, Hvitr launches his offensive. Noting the frigid nature of his temporary foe, the Crystal releases a torrent of his fiery breath, the flames licking out speedily across the arena toward Breesias. At the same time, Hvitr utilizes the crystals studding his chanfron, those attuned to Fire magic. The air in the arena floor heats up drastically, likely even causing discomfort to the surrounding crowd. The Crystal, however, seems to thrive in the sweltering heat; his movements seem even faster as he swishes his tail back and forth, keeping up a continuous spout of flame, the light of the crystals in his chanfron dimming slightly as the power is slowly drained from them.


Breesias paid little attention to the lesser creatures present in the stands as she paced lazily across the bone strewn floor, knocking a bodiless skull aside in a bored manner. It wasn't until the Drow, Keter announced the commencement of battle that the White's interest turned to the matter at hand. The sparkle of Hvitr's crystal hide transfixed her for a moment, the beauty akin to the spray given off by the fall of water over a cliff and refracted in the sunlight, simply mesmerizing. Her fascination was short lived though as the large maw of the fellow Saurian parted wide and the tell tale hiss of building fires reached her ears, spurring her to take actions. A snap like a whip resounded in the enclosed spare as massive wings stretched to their full size before giving a mighty flap and propelling the female dragon towards the ceiling of the arena, her head doubling up over her body as she maneuvers to escape the flames she knows would be the end of her, to send her in the opposite direction of the flames and towards the stands where the various spectators sit, flying meters above their heads. Casting a quick glance behind her, Breesias's own jaws part and a jet of frigid breath is let loose towards the vertical tower of fire Hell bent on catching her. The two opposing forces meet and with a deafening boom, a cloud of steam appears where the two forces met. Taking the moment to return the favor, hoping her attack left a spare second to retaliate, the White sends a second blast of icy breath through the air and towards the face of Hvitr, hoping to blind him, even for the shortest amount of time.


Hvitr 's visible joy at forcing Breesias to flee is cut short as the icy breath strikes, frosting over the gems and metal of his armor, and succeeding in reducing his sight to a hazy blur, for the moment. Blindly, the Saurian wastes no time in tapping into the crystals set into his peytrel, generating a deafening noise - like an intense thunderclap. The Crystal seems to care little for the audience's comfort at this point, as the veritable crescendo of sound bursts next to the White's head, liable to cause disorientation, if not outright deafness. The escutcheon's light brightens, too, to the point of almost unbearable levels. This is worse, however, for Breesias, as Hvitr points the horn directly at her, allowing the glowing crystals to act like a beacon, in an attempt to blind his foe, much as she had done to him. By this time, the dragon's innate heat has begun to work to his aid, allowing vision to return once more.


Breesias 's lizard-like face contorts into a semblance of a smile as she spied the frost upon the face of the Crystal Dragon and turns sharply, thinking this to be her chance to strike. Whipping her tail about in enjoyment as she turns, the javelin like appendage digs into the seats of a sparsely populated section of the stands, destroying any furnishings that were there. Rising upwards to gain speed for her strike, Breesias eyes begin to change from their brilliant blue to a dull violet as a rage builds in her, one caused by the rush of battle, and those eyes stare straight at Hvitr as she begins a sharp decent, her wings folded tightly to her sides. Falling ever faster, joy builds within the large body of the beast as she thinks, 'Now is my chance. My time.' Her thoughts stop however as a blinding light and deafening sound overloads her senses. This causes Breesias to shut her eyes tight in an attempt to block out the burning sight and issue an agitated roar at the sound, but these tricks by Hvitr are not enough to stem the raging nature of a dragon in the heat of a fight, and she continues on. With her eyes still closed, the brightness is still noticeable, but is bearable and she continues to fall at a rapid pace, closer, and closer. Being blind was sure to be a hindrance, but one needs to take into account the massive size of the Dragon, and this she uses as she careens towards Hvitr, seeking to collide her weight into him and hopefully drive him into the hard ground.


Hvitr reacts without hesitation to the imminent danger, flapping crystalline wings to lift himself off the ground. As he does so, he taps into the raw, un-attuned power of the crystals that litter the floor of the arena, using their strength to speed him along to meet Breesias. Again he uses the Fire crystals, reducing their power to a minimum as he sends a fire bolt straight at the White dragon, an intense concentration of red flame, moments before the colossal bodies collide, sending shards of shattered crystals plummeting to the sands below as the added force from the raw crystals drives the dragons together with exceeding force. With gravity against him, Hvitr can now only grasp at his foe with tooth and claw, while flapping frantically to try and flip the situation, to put Breesias on the bottom before the impending crash to the earth.


Breesias feels the heat during her blind descent, feels it course through her body like liquid and becomes very uncomfortable as the flesh near the surface of her body seems to simply�Melt off. A panic starts to rise within the female dragon, but soon the heat is gone and replaced with the form of Hvitr crashing into her. As the opposing male does this, the wings that were folded tight to her sides open so that she does not end up tumbling through the air and alternates flapping each to steady herself, and can feel the teeth and claws dig into her frozen flesh as the fall but knows that they will find little purchase or harm her much. Roaring with enjoyment, Breesias uses the one weapon she had been dying to use; The long spike upon her tail. Whipping the long, scaled tail under her, she sends the point towards the connecting joint of her fellow�s left wing.


Hvitr 's armor manages to help him, to some small degree; the spike screeches along the metal, gouging a trench into it, before lodging into the Crystal's flesh, at an angle due to the intervention of the armor. It is thus entwined that the dragons slam into the ground, the force of the blow shaking the whole arena, and causing another stalagmite to dislodge from the ceiling, plummeting down to shatter in the sands. Hvitr lies, stunned, unable to push the icy Saurian off, unable to even set his breath alight.



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