Duel:Demelza v Kaliy

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Demelza vs. Kaliy

  • Judges: Kaval, Satoshi, and Jacklin
  • Winner: Kaliy


Kaliy stayed at the ready with her mystic-dual-bladed staff in hand waiting for the fermin that entered through the tavern. "Vile creatures." she spouted under her breath. Dressed in comfortable leathers, her cape tied with the ever present house insignia to Matron Daulyl, the human vampire watched the burrow for the incessant flood of food stealer. Of course, her hips were lined with all sorts of magical containers, some filled with food, others with less welcome items, all picked up on her path to take care of this blasphemous kitchen for a bit of gold. Out of the corner of one almost translucent grey eye, the vampiress turned to match the pungent scent of yet another fermin, Demelza. Staff gripped evenly spaced appart, Kaliy near dropped her jaw at the size of this one but collected herself almost within the same instant. During that moment of blinking surprise, the left side of her horizontally held weapon crackled with anticipation. The blade thrust forward, not to stab at Demelza, no, she was too far away, but a crackling jolt of blue/white light sprang toward the black furred body. In progress to the foe, her toes moved, bare feet gripping the floor in swift steps but not near as fast as she could move for her race. A table was rounded, chairs, even the fireplace. All the while more tendrils of lighting flash like a camera bulb at Demelza. No tazzer with these pieces, the staff's settings were on kill.


Demelza hated mages. Like, seriously… they zap you and burn you and they even kill you sometimes. Demelza couldn't really be sure if this girl was a mage, but she was something ferocious and currently busying herself with hurling bolts of lightning at the poor poor rodent. Hasn't she suffered enough this week? Runes on her own leather tunic and pants glowed a soft blue as the lightning impacted hard into her shoulder, every inch of her skin feeling the sizzle for the heat and her fur feeling the charge of static electricity beneath the leather armor. That one hurt, really bad, and she wasn't going to accept another bolt by just standing in one place and letting it hurt her. Turning sideways to avoid another oncoming bolt, the barrage is avoided by deft footsteps taken by the fermin as she closed the gap between herself and the vampire. She hated vampires too, they were often humans that didn't stay dead. Ugly ugly humans. Fingertips reach to her mid thigh, grabbing the hilt of a kunai without much effort, while almost getting within striking distance. An arm and fingertips snap forward with a ferocity, the kunai made a rustling sound of paper flying in the wind as it tries to quickly close the distance between the two and penetrate into the stomach of vampire. When it stops moving, that rustling would reveal itself as a runed piece of paper quickly gathering in energy from the air around the staff in hopes of stifling further arcane movements from the girl.


Kaliy gripped her weapon tight as the assult continued, more bolts flying everywhere with seeming no rhyme or reason. "Why won't you stay still and die!" she pronounced coldly. Pausing for a second to untie something at her waist, she changed her angle, now hip forward. She felt it, the ripple that broke one of the pouches at her side. In all, that wasn't a bad thing, it was the one that she was tugging the strand to release. The bag dropped, the heavy contents within spilling out and the paper weapon wedged between part of it's ears. Ears?! A clockwork tiger strolled out with it's key winded. A small maw opening and closing on it's own accord. Unfortunately, when the bundle fell, a pan that sat on the counter flipped to a lower shelf, on that lower shelf a jar full of goblin brains. No longer interested in her staff for the direct moment, she released it to her left hand while her right scooped up the goo and flung it at the large rat's eyes. Now much closer, that was near sure to hit but what followed afterward would leave the furred annoyance far worse. Hopefully distracted by said brains, again the staff glowed with a fierce beacon from it's vertical stature. Every knife on the counter, random pots and even a few cooling shelves shuttered. The sound grew, anticipation titilated the air, and all at once the lightning barrage made sence. She wasn't directly attacking Demelza, the kitchenwear was! The beacon that served at the tip of her staff seemed to polarize to attract metalic items. By this time, of course, Kaily had stepped right inline for the most effective angle. Watchout for the butcher's knife!


Demelza wondered why it had to be some magical magnet wielding woman with the intent to turn Demelza into a pincushion. A knife sliced into her ear, nearly taking the thing off of her head before a pot swept her feet from under her. Landing at a rather odd angle on her head, she rolled to the side with a dizzied frenzy as she scrambles to find her hands and feet as the tiger approaches and a glob of goblin goo lands in her eyes. Totally blind, it is only by luck that she kicks the tiger without losing a toe on her furred foot. She has had enough of this playing around, her senses focusing as her tail tugged a shuriken from the back of her calf and sent it whirring towards the collarbone of Kaliy. It is a rough guess at where she is, and normally Demelza would use her arm. Perhaps the pain in her shoulder now twice damned combined with the blindness had sent her into panic mode. The shuriken whirred, the rat left to draw another kunai knife and ready herself for the defense as fingertips wrap another scrap of paper with a strange rune painted on it. Perhaps the vampires wouldn't notice….


Kaliy watched as anything metallic and not tied down approached her with wide eyes. Sure, it was attracted to her blade, but the effect was astonishingly unnerving. Even her little dropped kitty, the mechanical tiger flew up but something strange happened when it did. The light that bathed the room in such fierce determination began to waver, fluxing and shuddering. The heavier items began to drop, a small shelf, a few meat hooks made of iron, then smaller things such as forks and spoons and everything in between. It was then that the hot, piercing, undeniably present shuriken found the vampiress' clavicle slowed the piece by pinching it between the two pieces that were one just a moment before. A loud, instantaneously unnerving roar that could not be found in any other human or beast rang through with deafening brilliance against the porcelain while her hand went up to feel the blade jaggedly embedded near to it's disappearance. Eyes flashed to a color so keen and pale that they near looked translucent but there would be no denying that Demelza was going to be retaliated for. Keliy didn't notice any preparations, she didn't notice that she had even dropped her staff with her spell still in place. Feet unhindered once past the shrapnel, the vampiress was going to use her claws. To the female down on the ground, the vampiress slid on her knees like making it for the game winning home run. Her left hand aimed for the wrist of the armed for pinning, the weakened right aiming for the eyes of the rodent. It was her determination that saw, through a series of clawed attempts, that Dezemlia would be dissected while still alive, starting with the extraction of her eyes.


Demelza believed it was time for the vampiress to have a taste of her own medicine. The rat had attempted to stifle her spellcasting, distract her through pain, and even sunk as low as blindly hurling things at the woman. Man, Demelza must have been frustrated? Right? I think so… I believe so… she probably is. Anywho, scraping the goo off of her eyes with a groan as she raises her wounded left arm to do so and finally freeing her eyesight enough to spot the coming attack that was intending to remove her flesh from her organs and muscles. That kunai might turn out to be a life saver, the tag attached to it having begun glowing orange in the closed fist of Demelza. The stab she attempted was neither pretty nor was it very threatening when it becomes obvious that the attempt is to not hurt the vampire with a fatal blow but instead it was aimed to go through her palm point first. If that blade was planted, the rat would simply release it and begin running away at a rather quick pace as the paper began to consume itself starting at the edges and slowly crawling towards the rune in the center of it. Should it not be taken out of her hand before the burning was complete, a rather nasty high voltage shock would start in one hand and follow the path of least resistance to exit her undead body. ZZZZap.




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