Duel:Caliesto v Eyren

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Archmosian Empire Tourney 11-18-07

Gamorg Sparing Arena

Caliesto ~vs~ Eyren

Judges: Melisandre as Caliesto's, Razgriz as Eryen's, and Rheven as mid.

Caliesto is declared the winner.

Caliesto is a human and a thief. You are wearing leather tunic on your body, Symbol of Chekari on your left ear, Symbol of Chekari on your right ear, leather sleeve on your left arm, leather sleeve on your right arm, leather pants on your legs, and knightly footwear on your feet. You are using dragon-tooth sabre as a weapon. You are not using a shield. You have green eyes, light skin, and brown hair, and are single.

Eyren is a vampire and seems to be a mage. Eyren is wearing black runed-robe on her body, orchid on her head, Symbol of Chekari on her left ear, Symbol of Chekari on her right ear, amulet-of serenity on her neck, piwafwi on her shoulders, black runed-sleeve on her left arm, black runed-sleeve on her right arm, fine-black-leather gloves on her hands, blood-rune bracelet on her left wrist, runic armband on her right wrist, rune detailed-leggings on her legs, and titan soles on her feet. On one of her left fingers, you see mystical silver-band. On one of her right fingers, you see heaven band. Eyren is using scepter-of-might as a weapon. Eyren is using Heavily armoured sleeve as a shield. Eyren has green eyes, light skin, and black hair, and is single.

Eyren enters the arena, the sand grinding beneath her feet as she paces slowly toward her opponent. With lithe movements shebrings herself within touching distance of the man, eying him for any possible weaknesses in his defense. With a soft word she raises a hand, glowing now with the blue light of a strength spell that if it worked effectively would succeed in knocking the man back a good few feet away from her. Hopefully slamming in to one of the walls of the arena.

Caliesto offers a nod of respect to Eyren upon her entrance into the arena, though as the female before him makes her way closer defensive hands are lifted as balled up fist. Unsure as to this ones ways, the thief is cautious of any movement. Though by surprise the glowing hand held much force, upon impact Caliesto's body is knocked back several feet much to his surprise. Back slamming against the wooden boundaries set up by an unknown, though surely one whom loved a good squabble. The breath knocked from his chest due to the force that propelled him, the male emitted a small laugh though the soreness already setting in from impact. Lowering his head slightly the thief's view dances about the makeshift arena, attempting to make himself one with the surroundings. A brief study of the adversary before him gives way to the digging of heels into the sand. Lowering his body slightly a hand was ran across the ground beneath his feet. "Not the best of all surfaces, though one with its advantages none the less." Thought the thief. Jade hued orbs flickering slightly by moonlight, as the long locks of brown hair dance upon the leather bound shoulders of Caliesto's leather attire. A moment of silence once held was broken by the males booming voice, echoing off of the surrounding structures in a battle cry of fierce substations. Finding himself in full sprint, the dragon tooth sabre's hilt grasped tightly in his left hand unsheathing as the halfway mark between the two had been reached. Glistening within the moons glow, as it was sharpened several times over, the weapon of choice became one of the thief's most prized possessions. Air born Caliesto had become with a quick thrust of his legs, blade outwardly held aiming to remove the connections providing life even to a vampire, the jugular vein. Before slicing the air with a talented accuracy, the males right hand jutted forward unveiling a shroud of fine sand targeted to land upon Eyren's facial area, in an attempt to at least temporarily blind his opponent.

Eyren is only allowed a moment to revel in her victory as she watches the man stumble to his feet. She brings her hands together in hopes of entrapping him in a gentle fog that would disorient him even more than his prior flight in to the planks of the arena. However his booming voice reaches her and she is to late to avoid the sand that is flung unceremoniously in to her face. Growling she falls to her kness upon the sand, her dark robe billowing about her form, as she sputtered and spat at the grit that filled her mouth and eyes. Angrily she runs a hand to the hilt of the rune inlaid dagger that hung in it?s worn scabbard at her side, and with quick movements she takes it in to her hand, having only a moment to reacquaint herself with this old friend. Then with a soft murmuring of words, a ribbon of aquamarine twists and settles about the hilt of the weapon. With a flick of her wrist the weapon is airborn, yet even as the weapon takes flight she keeps her hand raised and it glows with the same aquamarine light that dances about the hilt of her dagger and with the slightest movement of her hand she seems to remotely direct the weapons movements, and wiping frantically at her eyes to gage a better view of the charging warrior she sets her sights on the exposed flesh of the mans neck, her intention to sink the sharp point of her dagger sinking is only allowed a moment to revel in her victory as she watches the man stumble to his feet. She brings her hands together in hopes of entrapping him in a gentle fog that would disorient him even more than his prior flight in to the planks of the arena. However his booming voice reaches her and she is to late to avoid the sand that is flung unceremoniously in to her face. Growling she falls to her kness upon the sand, her dark robe billowing about her form, as she sputtered and spat at the grit that filled her mouth and eyes. Angrily she runs a hand to the hilt of the rune inlaid dagger that hung in it?s worn scabbard at her side, and with quick movements she takes it in to her hand, having only a moment to reacquaint herself with this old friend. Then with a soft murmuring of words, a ribbon of aquamarine twists and settles about the hilt of the weapon. With a flick of her wrist the weapon is airborn, yet even as the weapon takes flight she keeps her hand raised and it glows with the same aquamarine light that dances about the hilt of her dagger and with the slightest movement of her hand she seems to remotely direct the weapons movements, and wiping frantically at her eyes to gage a better view of the charging warrior she sets her sights on the exposed flesh of the mans neck, her intention to sink the sharp point of her dagger sinking in to the soft fleshy depthin to the soft fleshy depths

Caliesto found himself turning about upon his heels after passing Eyren mid air and running a few steps further to slow his progression across the arena, the female upon her knees was a winning sight in the thief's eyes. Though much to his avail, a dartboard she was attempting to make of him. Swiftness carrying Caliesto to the left, then back right wained not upon the daggers trajectory. For a single palm can move easier then a body no matter how light one is. Crimson fluid is flung from his body upon impact, the burning sensation of a fresh wound ripping the shoulder area apart. Glancing down as much as possible the daggers hilt alone is exposed outside of his leather wearings. Blade sunk deeply into flesh, the now wounded Caliesto leans slightly against the wooden wall leaving the weapon in place to keep an abundance of blood from flowing out. A deep growl is emitted from the crimson lips located upon an irritated visage, anger swelling within, even finding itself evident by the thief's eyes. Agility and swiftness alone will not save him during a confrontation, though add a bit of cunning and a winning combination is held. Removing a rope that had previously been wrapped around his waist, cleverly blending in with its surroundings as the brown of leather matched exactly to the brown of twine used in its creation. Four full arms lengths draped from hand to hand as a mischievous grin appeared in replacement of anger. Charging Eryen, as the thief began to dart from side to side in an attempt to confuse the individual before him a duck and role ended the advancement. Attempting to wrap the rope around the vampiric mage's ankles during such would prove either a great idea or waste of time as he trudged off pulling tightly upon the confines. Finally removing the dagger from his own flesh and charging once again upon his foe. Stabbing downwards in an attempt to end the life of the blades owner.

Eyren Stares seemingly mesmerized by the crimson that falls to pool about the injured mans feet, but is quickly brought back to the present as she observes his movements and quickly makes to regain her footing once more. The movement brings her colliding with the sharp point of her own dagger, now sullied with the blood of the man and finding it?s way through the thick material of her robes to settle with smooth and painful precision in to the soft flesh of her underbelly.Stumbling back and fighting not to lose her balance she raises weakened armes once more in a last attempt to force her opponent to yield. Touching a thumb to the bleeding heart on her left wrist she looks to the sky and draws from the store of the Mother power, givin her at birth. The sky above the arena is suddenly set alight, and fusia burns in to orange and glowing purple until a network of light pulses against the darkness, flaming outward until the whole horizon lies streaked with color. speedily made to rain down about her, and yanking the bloodied dagger from her wound, she draws from the last bit of her strength, and the colors fan out in to flames that lick and would seek out the man to twist and settle about his form. With one last effort she propels her body forward, flames settling about her own form as she makes to pull him in to her web of flame, her last thought being the feel of the mans arm as she falls flaming against him, tiny flames dancing about the tips of her fingers as they met with his flesh.

Caliesto erupts into laughter as the daggers blade hits its mark, though the amusing sound simply dies down as jade hued orbs turn skywards. Watching the colors dance about in the darkness above him, curious as to what the vampiric mage before him is actually doing. Hand upon wound, his shoulder now a throbbing jolt of pain throughout his whole body, the males view falls downward upon Eyren though a moment too late as he is found in-tangled within the confines of a fire web. Screams of pain bellow from his lungs as searing flesh and leather begin to radiate a sickening smell outwardly. Dragon tooth sabre still in hand, is the thief's only advantage as his foe impales herself upon his form. Lifting the weapon up slightly, blade outwardly as the hissing of burns fill his ears. Last moments ditch effort for more force upon his blade, Caliesto's knees buckle beneath his body allowing the male to fall backwards in hopes that Eyren falls upon his form with full force, insuring a deeper stab of his weapon.

Eyren sighs as the smell of burning flesh reaches her nose, but this is but a small victory she sees as the man brings up his sword once more, to sink in to her already torn flesh. Had she more time and strength she might've called upon the druids power that pulsed through her veins to seal the wound but time was not on her side, and with each passing moment more and more of her life's source fell to pool about her feet. Her breathing labored and shallow now, her eyes nearly dialated with the pain coupled with the energy used to summon the fire of the Mother, she uses the mans arm as a means of propeling her wounded body to the right, taking care to burrow razor sharp nails in to the still burning flesh of the man, as she finally came to rest upon the now bloodied sands of the arena.

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