Duel:Erebos v Rheven
Rheven -VS- Erebos
Magic (only) Tournement JUDGES ARE: Terces, Terra, and Rudra.
Erebos stands in the scenic view and looks over the large surroundings and view the lands he will once again claim as his father once did, feeling a small burning in his stomach he smiles, his nerves and blood racing as he tries to keep a straight face infront of the man before him, his eyes catch his opponents and with a sudden growls his pupils burn from his sockets, darkness radiating from his body as his pulls a darkwood wand from his robe pocket, holding it before him he closes his eyes and aims his shaky hand toward the vampire, a few words are spoken under his beathe but soom become audible when his wand takes the form of a serpents staff, eyes suddening open and the fires burn once more, his nerves begin to calm while his blood continues to race through his body, the draconian male standing a towering 7-feet and inches, looking at the vampire and questioning the actions once more, remembering the challenge he takes a deep bow and honors his opponent, in seconds of rising his serpant staff opens its mouth and a votex of spiraling fires is unleased from the staff, the fires turn from a red, to black to a almost clear white from the anger and energy brought from within him toward the opposing vampire.
Rheven shifts into a defensive stance as the vortex of flame stalks toward him, raising the staff within his hands and beginning a defensive incantation. Words of the arcane, long forgotten by most pour from his lips, causing the magickal runes upon his staff and robes to glow a faint azure – as the mage’s spell reaches its completion, the weapon held within his pallid hands becomes engulfed in a blue aura, though it doesn’t remain so for long. The aura itself seems to leap from the vessel of power, condensing into a jet of frigid water which speeds toward the cyclone of flames, a hiss coming forth as the rival element douses the dragon’s carefully crafted spell. Within moments, only a large cloud of steam is left where the column of flames once was, and to this Rheven grins, again pointing the staff outward, seeming to indicate the mass of steam. As if obeying a silent command, a sudden gust grasps hold of the boiling hot wisps, pushing them forth toward Erebos. As they reach him, the steam, which is still under the tight hold of the winds Rheven commands, begins to wrap and coil at the air surrounding the dragon, though none ever touch him. Within seconds however, the steam, along with the superheated gusts of wind begin to approach the druid from all sides – clearly, the intent is to boil the dragon’s scales with his own spell partially turned against him…
Erebos looks at rheven and smiles at his knowledge of spells and casting, taking both hnads and gripping the serpants staff tirhgtly he takes a step back, as he steps he spins his staff overhead, in this motion he creates a barrier around him, spinning and falling to a knee he looks down at the ground, feeling the arcans magic in the air he smirks to himself and begins to chant, as his chanting gets louder and louder the spiraling barrier picks up loose dirt and gravel, continuing to chant he lets go of his staff and places a hand on the ground, as his spell is completed he looks up his eyes shining a bright red as the dragon stares at rheven but with a smile showing no ill feelings toward him, he looks at the solid rock spin with the barrier, as it hardens he grins and looks at Rheven with another smirk. Erebos slowly begins to rise to his feet once more taking a second hand upon the staff, as he extends his arms outward his grin turns to a growls as he closes his eyes once more using his mental thoughts he opens his left palm but holds his staff tightly in his right, as the burning winds collide against his own he feels a pressure surround him and bis body, the elements collide and cumbust, the dragons lets out a loud shriek as the burning mist winds collide with his solid rocks, his mind clears and all he coers is stand thier dazed the magicks overwhelm him so much his staff falls, his eyes pulse as he continues to stare at Rheven. Erebos looks at the ground and kneels for his staff.
Rheven allows a slight smirk to play upon his lips as his spell is weaved to partial success, pulling the staff back to his side. As no effort at a counterattack is taken, the vampiric mage merely begins another spell, not willing to wait several minutes for nothing. The vampire’s tongue once more begins to speak the language of arcane magicks, and this time the runes upon his staff and garments shift, taking on a deep crimson hue. Soon his whole body is engulfed in an aura similar to the one of his last attack, though this one is red, as one might expect – reaching the climax of his spell, the mage suddenly shouts! Raising the staff within his hands, he proceeds to drive it into the earth with an inhuman strength, the powerful magicks he invokes furthering the effort as chunks of rock and earth are ripped from the ground around him, levitating in mid air, held up by the wonders of sorcery alone. Shifting the staff about to each stone, he barely taps each of the large slabs of earth, causing each of them to become wreathed in flame. With another gesture from his staff, indicating Erebos of course, Rheven sends the flaming chunks of earth speeding toward the dragon. One flies toward the druid’s chest, while the other dives lower for his stomach, trails of fire left in their wake as they continue their approach. The third and last slab of earth flies higher though, going above the head of Erebos, where it abruptly explodes! A small rain of molten rock descends upon the dragon from above, while the two still intact chunks approach him from the front, threatening the beast from nearly all sides.
Erebos eyes fix upon the vampire, anger welling within from the previous attack, his eyes burn with fury as his anger peaks and seeths from his pores, darkness filling around him as he chants unders his breath, feeling his own inner elements awaken and swirl at his feet, his own darkness spreading around slightly but not enough to accualy cause anyone harm, his dragon rage taking over. Erebos' stares intently, riseing to his feet he glares at the burning rock and smirks, being a druid of elements he stares on at the rocks and once more closes his eyes and takes a defensive stance, eyes slowly darken as his hands and stand illuminate, feeling the inner strength as his elements he lets out a furious roar, and with a shifting move he takes a step back and kneels, his movement shifts once more evading the one at chest level but fulling embracing the burning rock that was sent toward his stomach now which is aimed aty his chest, falling to hios back he shakes his head, unable to notice the burning fury above him, he looks and tries to crack a smile but stares, lost in his own mind he closes his eyes and focuses his emergy into his staff, the serpant staff almost coming to life in his hands, a black aura surrounds him as he slowly rises back to his feet, the burning shower falls and burns against the shadows of the dark arts, feeling a small boost in energy he takes a swift run toward his oppont pulling his staff back and smashing it against the ground, the dragons stands there for a moment as nothing happenes, his shadows fade and the last of the burning shower subsides. Erebos looks at the shatteres glass and staff with a smile and a smal laugh he looks at the broken staff and then toward Rheven, as soon as his eyes are fixated upon rheven, a black aura rises and slowly grows, the energy put forth toward him is growing by the second, glass, rock and fire all create this aura, as it grows it begins to take flight, it barrels toward Erebos and stops slowly levitating before him, as he lifts his hands and points to Rheven the balls spins uncontrolably and takes off, leaving a train of light behind it, as he spirals toward Rheven it begins to shake and radiate small forms of light, as it continues to decend iut begins to rattle the ground it passes, in moments it implodes, the energy within his body and staff shoot in several directions, fire, rock and lightall burst from the aura.
Rheven barely has time to scream as the large ‘ball’ of debris crashes toward him – putting his life and fate in the hands of luck itself, the vampire clenches tightly to his staff and makes a daring leap to the side, away from the crater he created and the incoming mass. Just as the mage makes a landing, the debris from the summoned creation of Erebos explodes about the area, scattering earth, fire, and that strange light everywhere, which of course clouds both combatants from view. When the smoke clears, Rheven still lies upon the ground, though it’s apparent the spell had quite an effect on him – his formerly thick, opalescent hair is now singed back, and his robes are in tatters. Below that, the flesh of his upper back is scorched black, and the vampire’s eyes are shut, perhaps unconscious. Several minutes pass before a pained groan leaves the lips of Rheven, and his eyes flutter open, granting him a sight of the now smoke filled battleground. Through it, he barely manages to spy the dragon, using his mind to will what magic he may have left to assault the druid again. The staff, which he still holds there at his side as if it were a lifeline, glows slightly, tip pointed toward the dragon once more. The vampire is weak, but still he manages a single, barely coherent word of power. That said, he slips back into the depths of sleep, ignorant to what is about to happen. Around Erebos, a single orb pops into existence. As it bobs there, it splits into two, then four! The spheres, which are about the size of a melon and nothing more, begin to dance to unheard music around the druid, before they abruptly lunge inward, as if their song was complete. With great haste they approach the druid; each one charged enough to rip the scales from his battered form…
Erebos stares at the dancing orbs and curious, as he reaches toward themhe feels the burns, his hands becomes engulfed, the dragons roars but stands thier, a bit dumbfounded, but looks, taking a deep breath and closes his eyes as the charges feeling the burning sensation from his hands he fears what the others have in store, pulling his arms to his chest he feels one orb burst against his back fires riding up and down his scales before they falls, the other two bursting against his sides , as before fires burn up and then down against his scales, as the dragons roars louder and lourder it brings pain to those around him, the dragons falls to his knees and looks at all those around as the trap around him was a success, the dragons roas slowly begins to subside before his eyes flicker and close. Erebos lays on the ground small fires burning on his back and his sides, bloods now visable, blood putting out the fires on his sides but the one upon his back still flickers with life, the dragons lays motionless as the blood surrounds the large creature.
WINNER IS: RHEVEN