Duel:Celinia v Rilling, Chartsend Fighting Championship

Duelists: Celinia vs. Rilling.
Duel: Traditional 3 posts each, with final defense. 15 minute posting limit.
Stakes: Autohit post. Advancement in the Chartsend Fighting Championship.
Judges: Alphonz, Raphaline and Vakkol.

Sandy Beach

Rilling slithered and qquietly treaded along the fine sand, it was like snow-only much more warm... kinda disgusting really. Desending upon the beach she made an abrupt stop upon catching eye of her opponet. Anything for money she thought, it made the world go round... at least she thought it did. Upon taking a few steps back she paused hopiong to keep some form of distance. Being hidden had so many advantages when one is unarmored and slightly dimunitive. The young dragon girl starred off in her humanoid form at her challenger. The propsects looked risky, whatever in the world prospects were. A small grin slowly spread across her face as she clenched her fist revealing two twigs, one to each hand. Brandt and Bradley hadn't steered her wrong before. She hoped to maintain said tradition.

Celinia had caught sight of the girl before heaving a sigh, was she really going up against a child? The warrior then dropped her sword to the ground and carefully unsheathed her dagger from her thigh, she didn't want to use this even. But she was going to do what she had too to win; call it pride or some such. The tip of smaller blade was pointed in the direction of the girl and Celinia began to move to the side in a slow, circling motion around the girl before muscles are tensed and she pushed off the sandy terrain with all her might, her muscles rebelling against the give of the sand, the pommel of the dagger being directed towards the dragoness' diaphragm, her goal was to at least knock her on her arse and get the upper hand.

Rilling knew that the time had come, she had to do this and quickly. With a gasp she dropped her body to the floor hopefully avoiding all but the smallest of glances from the imending blade. She had to think and quick.To finish this quickly and with haste she thought. Rather redundant actually... To that all she knew right now is that she was definetly not the most favorable position for a dragonling to be in. On the floor in freont of one who wishes you some serious harm. Suddenly the air around her started to grow colder and more frigid. A cool mist flowing in all directions. Utilising her new made cover, Rilling Seemingly vanishes, or at least she hopes she does. In her place, a large 22 foot monstrosity begins to form. A large imposing shadow with a sleek head profile all brought to front with a pair of menacing purple irisis. A large roar was to follow. If all goes according to plan, the frightful presense of just seeing this should be unbearable, nevermind the fact that the form is a tiny bit wavy and lacking a few senses or so. Focusing upon the floor, the dragon starts to bring its temperture down below any reasonable form of comfort. Hopefully this will give her the upper hand, or at least keep her from becoming carved and dismembered.

Celinia promptly tripped over the young girl, causing her to ducking into a roll and bouncing up onto her feet again once she was a good foot or two away from Rilling. The fog alarmed the warrior, causing her to whip around quickly, just in time to catch the large dragon forming. A bite of her tongue attempted to calm the nervous that had her shaking, but just slightly. Celinia let loose a string of curses and she dashes towards the general direction of her sword. If successful in her retrieve, she would slide to a halt, just barely long enough to gather the bastard sword before she pushes off the sandy hill with a rather abrupt eagerness. The heavy blade being brought upwards towards the dragons leg, hoping to at least faze the creature.

Rilling felt empowered by the divine power that was her reign of terror. Seriously though, it felt good to scare someone. The approaching blade without effort fazes through the dragon figure's leg, much to her delight again so. Safely watching from behind the beast while staying to stay hidden the dragoness got to work on causing some real damage. She continued to bring down the temperture of the sands below them to a nice snow temperture. Seizing this moment, Rilling lets out a might jolt of Cryogenics from her smaller 5 and a half foot draconic form giving the impression that the simmilar feat being preformed by the massive beast is the same. A cold instant freezing mist aimed directly at her challenger. As long as she stayed hidden she was practically invincible she thought with a slight chuckle inside her head.

Celinia couldn't help the confused expression on her face as the sword went through the dragons leg, with no blood. But she didn't stay in her spot for long, the warrior dancing backwards a good 2 meters before glancing quickly down at the second dagger in it's sheath, at her hip. She got an idea, of course it was a patchy one at best but she was at a loss for what to do. The dagger is quickly unsheathed and the human flung it in the general direction of the dragon with all her might, hoping to hit something. She however, wasn't out of the way of the freezing mist just yet, a grunt escaping past her lips as the temperature rapidly dropped and Celinia was promptly being pelted with hail, which had the warrior moving quickly again, this time the sand giving way with her feet a little more and she struggled to get out of the range of fire- or in this case, hail.

Rilling having taken such delight in her impending victory didn't even hear the sound of a whirling dagger and if she had it would of been to late. With a hard crack and pop it was lodged in the corner of her left eye. Such incredible pain. Not knowing what to do with herself, the focus for any kind of illusion was lost and ther giant dragon quickly faded away. transforming quick into her human form she found herself having to rip the blade out of her eye-not fun! Her eye now damaged and bloody she held it closed tightly. She felt a strange mixture of anger and sadness that's hard to explain or even think about. Grasping for her duel twig-wands, the dragonling's body begins to glow slightly-with a loud crackling sound, Copius amounts of snow begin to desend form above in all directions. She was no longer in control as the unstable magics and out of control emotions took over. Tears fell down her eyes as the snow began to fall increasing in weight and mass as it falls. Using up her last bit of strength, suddenly rapid icicles aimed directly at her enemy speed off jagged and seeking. This would be the end, Rilling thought, one must fall. Coughing she sputtered out in a ominious tone "Pain!" Before falling to her knees from the damage. This out of control magic was immensly powerful, yet heavily taxing on a body, not to mention one as young as hers.

Celinia heard the words of the young one and it was enough to cause her to stop in her tracks, her heart dropping to the pits of her stomach, she hadn't meant to hit the little one in the eye. The warrior hadn't expected the rapid approaching icicles and the woman moved as fast as the quickly dropping temperature would allow her, though not quick enough as two of the projectiles embedded themselves into the human, one into her left shoulder, the other into her right lower stomach. But she moved, despite the searing pain racking through her body, finally ducking out of direct fire of the projectiles.

Winner: Celinia (Unanimous)

Celinia shifted her weight, teeth gritted and lips thinned from the pain the pulsed through her body. A hand pressed to the wound on her stomach, and a dagger hanging loosely from her grasp. She didn't want the little one to be in pain anymore, at least for the time being. She walked, no limped her way over to the girl, flipped the dagger over to bring it down, pommel first to the girls head, just hard enough to knock her out before she fell back on her arse, breaths ragged. She'd find the girl a healer, as soon as she caught her breath.