Duel:Heyx v Vornir

Vornir vs. Heyx

Duel

Judges: Ellamin, Dergious (mid), Sidney

Stakes: 5000 gold to winner, 2000 gold to loser

Venue: Within the Egg

Winner: Vornir (split decision)

Heyx wandered down into the subterannean room, lack-of-sunlight shadows playing across her smooth, grey skin. A cool breeze flowed in behind her, pushing against flowing orange hair adorned with various blue ribbons. Her bright disposition, akin to that of a child in awe, was followed by a loud squeel at the shear beauty of this place. Blue eyes followed closely the pulsating, emanating silver hues within the walls, neon green lips open in awe. Then, her gaze meets something she had not expected. A huge man, unlike any she had ever seen before, had apparently set his destination here. A slight gasp echoes through the room as the mage leaps in shock, slender digits extending forward as instinct took over. A spell requiring no other than a somatic component, this was response to the fright of a brute she could only assume was a hostile being based on his sheer girth. A purple sheen encases the appendages, flowing over her fingertips much like rainwater running down a bright green leaf. Then, a burst of cold, as a bright blast of orange flashes across the room. The raw magicarus is loosened, cascading furiously through the cool air, bubbling and cracking with malice. Easily over six hundred degrees of raw energy, it should have little trouble having an effect through the giant's armour.

Vornir enters the egg-shaped cavern, his head nearing the ceiling, breaking off a few low-hanging stalagmites which fall to shatter on the floor. Said floor, though being uneven, seems to prove no problem for the iron-shod giant, for little ledges and bumps crumble beneath his weight, leaving naught but gravel behind. He is clad in a suit of iron armor, the metal that unique blue color found only in the Frostmaw ore. On his left arm is a matching shield, round in shape and adorned with a sharpened spike in the center. In his right he bears an axe, the blue iron head bearded, in the traditional giant style, and whitened with rime-frost, even here in the heat of the underground, denoting its magical nature. The haft is smooth, polished oak, carefully sculpted and maintained, though nicked by the giant's gauntleted grip. The Jarl's Champion turns as he is joined by another, his eyes narrowing slightly as he scrutinizes her. He lifts his head to offer an amicable nod, when the woman's spell is cast, Vornir only recognizing it by the shimmering in the air as the heat wave surges forward. Swiftly, he throws up his shield, placing the frosty axe against the back of the huge metal disc, wincing at the cold that shocks through his armor. But when the mage's spell strikes, the frigid cold saves the giant's life, for, though the heat melts the front of his heavy shield, when it contacts the rest of his armor, so chilled is it by the icy blade that the heat only serves to defrost it, and cause a bit of a sweat to break out on Vornir's forehead. Now the defender of giants strikes out, his wrath wild and untamed. The axe whirls in his hand, turly only giant strength can make such a massive weapon spin so fast. The keening sound emitting seems unnaturally loud in the enclosed cave, and it soon becomes evident that it is not, in fact, simply natural; the winds swirl around the axe, aptly dubbed the Axe of Northern Winds, lending a buffeting aid to the immense strike that Vornir now levels at his foe, the axe slicing in at an angle from Heyx's left, intent on cleaving the drow in two. Although confident in this blow, Vornir still follows up with a kick, the hard iron edge of his boot sailing straight for his adversary's chest.

Heyx allows a slight smirk to play across her pretty features, in stark contrast to the morbid black dress adorning her curvy frame. It had interested her immensely to see ice melt, chaotic and upredictable as the drow was. Insane to be sure, unaware of it at the most. Her shattered mind took in the giant carefully as he charged to break the space between the two, leaning slightly lower in anticipation of the attack that was to come. She had had enough experience from fighting melee opponents to have a basic grasp of defense. Kicking against the smooth floor with the balls of her heels, the girl throws herself to the right, her arm catching a fair slash down above the wrist. She lands on the floor over her side, staring up at the huge man as a massive foot comes down upon her, sweat and water from melted ice flowing freely from the giant boot to land in a splash before the girl. Instantly, she reacts. Injured hand is cast forward, a lyrical rampage of arcane flowing freely into the chamber, accompanied by an ever progressive change in temperature. It gets hotter and hotter, climbing rapidly in the small space the mage occupies, before a flowing red energy is cast from beneath her fingertips, swirling and twirling up through space in the form of a badly shapen hand. It seeks to grip the giant's huge foot before it lands on Heyx, then with the force of a mammoth, it will bring itself up, hopefully throwing the huge man onto his back and possibly causing some muscle damage in the process.

Vornir reels back from his fallen foe as the air heats up, dizzying the giant enough so that he does not notice the energy attack before it has already ensnared his foot. Then he feels himself being lifted, a feeling unknown to him for many, many years. But the son of Brimir's height saves him here, for instead of falling backward, he is simply slammed into the wall of the egg, splintering the outer layer of stone and denting his armor in. From the punctures in the skin beneath the armor blood begins to flow, starting as soon as the giant drops from the wall, landing unsteadily on his feet. But he has not the time to attend to this, for he is already moving furiously, his razor-sharp axe blade carefully shearing through the straps holding the now-ruined shield to his arm, swiftly parting it from his arm. He pulls the shield back, then snaps forward, spinning it through the air with a roar of exertion. He aims, not directly for Heyx, but for the wall of the cave itself. When it hits, a loud clang shatters the air, ringing louder than any bell. The giant's cunning aim can now be seen, for the shield rebounds from the wall, still flying blindingly fast, but now on a course for Heyx, accompanied by shards of rock, for the solid iron gouged a chunk out of the stone, sending the pieces zipping about the room, some even pinging off Vornir's own armor, while one gashes across his cheek, starting a slow trickle of blood. Undaunted, and not particularly interested as to whether the shield struck as intended, the warrior of Aramoth lashes out, his metal-covered fist shattering the wall near him. He graps a chunk of the newly-broken rock and hurls it with grim accuracy at his foe, already reaching out for a new piece as soon as the first has left his grip, the gauntlet dripping blood as well.

Heyx snaps her fingers in anger as another attack was a fail. No matter, in her next she would give it her all. She stands, lightly brushing dirt from her dress as she watches the giant strike the wall. A light bloodflow drips from the woman's wrist. Not the worst injury she has ever sustained. Stepping forward slightly as she gathers her mana, blue orbs open wide as, nearly in a flash, the huge shield is loosened. It cuts deep through the air, spinning through the oddly shaped chamber like a massive saucer. The girl's eyes close briefly as she ducks, surprised at the terrible miss, but nearly leaping at the screaming, bite burst of noise as the defense turned weapon slams into the inner workings. It rebounds, flowing furiously through the air like Korbus's pallid digits had flown through her hair. She turns, ever so slightly given the time to react before it could strike her, undoubtadly knocking her head from her body. Injured arm is brought before her face, a burst of magicarus loosened in the form of a blue hue. The shield strikes in spite, biting deep into the energies and tearing the black sleeve that encases the arm. She stares, wickedly giggling at what she has accomplished. The blue iron shield begins to crack and pop, layers peeling off like bark from a tree. Bruises form rapidly on Heyx's arm, signifying the physical trauma she has sacrified to stop the missle. Then, furiously, the girl turns, bringing her arm forward to hurt the steel shrapnel at Vornir as it falls from the defensive item. Bits of rock have peirced her body in various ways, some cuts and bruises, a single gash over her right breast. As usual, her chaotic, racing thoughts force her to ignore the pain until after the action is over. Letting loose her defense, Heyx releases a loud sigh, nearly exhausted from her magicarus use. Finally, the last attack she was sure she could muster, had to be done now. The unbruised, uninjured arm is brought forward as the lights pulsating beneath the surface of the chamber began to beat rapidly like a heart, flooding the room with a wicked white light. Heyx herself was nearly blinded, but her magical energies were not. Pinpointing the giant's vitae energies, beads of seething lights are thrust downward upon him, the same exact hues as the pulsing energies hidden within the walls of the structure. Although a seperate entity, the closeness in appearance will serve to deeply confuse the huge man, lowering his defensive possibilities even further. Of an extremely high temperature, these could have a very deadly effect now that Vornir's frost imbued armour has been weakened.

Vornir is as well nearly blinded by the light, unsuspecting as the magical energies seek him out. He lets his axe rest against his shoulder as he squints around, trying to spot Heyx. It is then that the heated rays make their move, conflicting with the frigid cold of the Northern axe. The effect is, quite literally, explosive. Scraps of sharp metal sail through the air, burrowing into walls, or pinging loudly as the bounce off, shooting about until they lose momentum. The giant's pauldrons, his breastplate, parts of his leggings and chain sleeves have burst asunder, leaving scorched, bleeding gashes in the exposed skin, while the axe is sent flying to thud against the wall near the entrance. Vornir stands still, shocked, for a moment, his face reddening in anger. Dripping blood, he raises the rock in his hand, now studded with twisted metal, sharp and jagged. For a moment, it appears as if he will throw it at his enemy like its predecessors, but instead he lifts it to his face, gashing his cheek from his ear to the side of his mouth, which now opens in a roar of pain and prayer; "Aramoth!". It appears as though the war god hears the call and accepts the sacrifice, for his untamed fury fills the paladin, energizing his weakened and tired limbs, numbing the pain to a dull throb, and dropping a haze of red anger over Vornir's eyes. Mouth still open in a snarl of ecstatic hatred, Vornir charges Heyx, armed only with the chunk of rock in his hand, reddened with his own blood. His free hand, balled into a fist, slams against the walls and floor all around, sending torrents of sharp shards of stone speeding down at the drow, even while the other hand swings its rock at Heyx, over and over again, hoping to back her against a wall and there crush her. Not even the pain in his hand as it smashes the rock can be felt, although the blood rains down with the rock, and the movements begin to slow even from the first, for not even the wild fury of Aramoth can compensate for blood. Vornir does not show any signs of stopping altogether, though, so great is his wrath; he doggedly keeps up the offensive.

Heyx gasps in shock as the full effect reigns over Vornir, tearing into him. She seems awestruck at what she had just done, obviously unaware of her own magical prowess. But no matter, the giant man looked like he would drop dead any minute now. Not in far better shape herself, Heyx leans over and pants heavily, spitting up a bit of dark saliva onto the floor before her. Her subtle gaze follows the man as he strikes himself with the big rock and rams into his visage, crimson parting from his veins and falling in great drops upon the floor. A bloodbath, it would seem. The area is ruined. But, that is not at all important to Heyx as an announcement of faith is made, sending a shiver up the girl's spine. Was he calling for a friend? Summoning a celestial or demon being? Yelling out his favorite past time? But, then, that question became lost in importance as the man went apparently berserk. Rocks flew, aiming to shred the girl as she scrambled to her feet, yelling out and turning tail. She nearly twists her ankle, but luckily does not, as doing so would certainly cost her her life. A heap of rock explodes into the cylindrical wall before her, casting a great ammount of dust into her face as it breaks away at the workings. Coughing, she closes her eyes tight and turns towards the giant, dipping and weaving as a huge fist is rammed angrily in her direction. Again and again, dirt rock and blood kicks up as misses turn to near misses, and then to inch-away misses. Heyx is exhausted, the giant not even faltering, though the strain on his body would definitely effect him later. Turning to face the man, the girl brings both appendages forward, her bruised one drooping and costing her a gasp of pain. But, to no avail. She hasn't the energy to cast another spell as a massive fist slams into her side, throwing her off like ragdoll. A crunch can be heard, followed by a blood-curdling scream as the girl lands ten feet away, rolling across the dipping floors and gasping for breath. The strike was hard, evident by the blood that now flows freely from the young woman's mouth. She turns, her blurred vision taking in the huge man as a cascade of thick rocks fall before her, rolling about to form a protective shell of camouflage. Hopefully, this is enough to avert the giant's attention. Ending his rampage.

Vornir = 2-0