Duel:Kasyr v Quinmyutiotu, Match 13 of the Frostmaw Tournament

Duelists: Kasyr vs. Quinmyutiotu.
Duel: Traditional 3 posts each, with final defense. 10 minute posting limit.
Stakes: Autohit post. Advancement to the Finals in the Titans of Winter Tournament 2012.
Judges: Svilfon, Satoshi

Frostmaw Colosseum

Svilfon appears as if from nowhere in one of the only constantly warm places in Frostmaw: His seat in the Coterie booth, high above the arena. It is enchanted with a powerful spell to remain warm, yet not emit warmth (His seat was next to Satie's, after all). For just a moment the wizard is silent, before he speaks in a voice that effortlessly carries throughout the arena on the wings of a spell. "It is time, Frostmaw, for the semi-final fight of your King-Consort, Kasyr!" The wizard's words fade as the many spectators roar their approval of this, "He will face the mysterious dryad, Quetzal." There is further cheering here, though less so than the Kensai recieved. "Come forth, combatants!" The words echo beyond the stadium, letting those involved know it is almost time to fight, whether they were inside the arena or not.

Kasyr meanders into the arena, sporting little more than a pair of serviceable black pants, some comfortable boots, and a navy blue short sleeved shirt. Apparently, that trenchcoat that made him ever-so-recognizeable is still missing. More than that however, the Revenant has apparently not deigned to bring any form of weapon with him- hips and hands bereft of any form of visible weapon, lest one counts the mysterious flagon slung under his left arm or the wine sack tightly clutched in his right. A wine sack he is currently in the process of zealously draining. All in all, the Revenants an odd sight- though at least he's prompt in settling himself as close to the Dryad as she'll allow.

Quinmyutiotu seems to have fashioned herself some very poorly constructed armor from tree bark. As she steps into the arena once her name is called, the dryad anxiously chews on a purple fingernail. It doesn't look like she minds how close the King-Consort has gotten to her.

Kirien 's sprawled out across his chair in the most casual position possible, lazily waving thin length of ribbon around for Chasz to snap at and chase about the booth. He sits up when Kasyr enters the arena, however, leaving his dragon to entertain herself with the ribbon or observe the fight as well. Leaning to rest his elbows on the railing of the private booth as usual, the empath offers a bright smile and an enthusiastic wave to both participants, though secretly he's having some internal dilemma of who exactly to cheer for. In the end he settles for both - the easy decision.

Svilfon stands from his seat to speak again, his voice once more ringing throughout the arena. "When you are ready... Begin!" He tips his hat to them both, signalling the fight to start, before flopping back into his chair to watch the coming conflict.

Kirien is quietly resisting the urge to sprawl across Svilfon.

The Duel Begins...

Quinmyutiotu :: Being in such close proximity with the King -Consort caused Quin to hatch out a poorly made plan. She began silently muttering to herself. The moment Svilfon shouted to begin, the dryad fell to the floor, slamming both hands palm-side down while the final word left her lips. The ground between her and her opponent immediately began to ripple before a solid mass of earth began to ascend skyward. Unfortunately for Quin, the move didn't work completely in her favor. Instead of the miniature spire of earth bursting forth from the ground occurring beneath Kasyr's feet in attempt to ragdoll him into the air, the move backfired and sent Quin airborne. While twisting herself into a position midair to still have the King-Consort within sight, the dryad unhooked dirt-filled bolas from a belt at her waist and hurled them toward her opponent. Once they were close enough to him, and Quin managed to land somewhat unscathed onto the earth spire pulled from the arena floor, her hands clapped together. From a pair of the dirt stuffed into the bolas sprouted vines set on entangling Kasyr, while the other grew thick roots that began to burrow themselves into the ground in order to keep him in one place.

Kasyr immediate reaction to the rippling earth is to hop back, the revenant somehow managing to guzzle back the last dredges of the 'wine' sack during the peculiar motion. It's tipped back, and with the liquid pouring down his throat that he belatedly takes note of the fact that Quin is above him at this point- something which has the Revenant abruptly lurching forward once she's flung the bolas at him. His right arm, in particular, leads the way- flailing directly into the path of the Bolas, the Revenant managing to brace himself just as they make impact. The reaction is altogether unpleasent sounding, a sickening pop ensuing as the Kensais; arm is both entangled and wrenched back; with seemingly enough force to send him into a lurching spin to his right. Fueled by his will, and a handy dose of pain resistance by his nature as a vampire, the Revenant manages to both choke back a scream and release the flagon into his left hand, if only so that the centripetal force of his spin can then be used to release it straight at Quin. Likely, the flagon would only reach her when the kensai had fully spun about- by which point he promptly beches forth the contents of his 'wine' flask. Namely, a potion of firebreathing meant to ignite the lantern oil that the flagon was fueled with. Whether the pewter container smashed into her full on, or detonated before it reached her- she was in for an unpleasent surprise. ...Probably as unpleasent as him, given his right arm, and his feet now seemed tangled in vegetation.

Quinmyutiotu didn't wait to see whether or not her bolas managed to pull off what she intended for them to do. She wanted to make it to the ground by climbing downward at least some care, but in the process of doing so she took more time and some attention off of Kasyr. Bad move. The bark acting as armor on her body began to hiss and soon enough, the dryad feels heat. A large portion of the lantern oil soaked the tree bark covering her back, and was now nearly completely engulfed in flames. Pitcher plants growing from her scalp helped save her skin, somewhat. In her pained, silent scream at the feeling of flame against her flesh, the plant life in her hair was jostled, causing one of the pitcher plants to tip over and douse some of the flames. The sentient vines keeping the armor attached to Quin's body released themselves from her flesh while she hobbled to her feet on the ground, and with some of the remaining toxic fluid left in other pitcher plants attached to her, Quin resorted to flinging the fluid at Kasyr with her hands. While it headed his way, her feet twisted at an odd angle on the ground. The purple ink reacted with the earth in a way that she actually intended for it to, finally; Dirt clods of varying size ranging from a pebble to the size of a chair removed themselves from the ground and flew toward the King Consort while the vine hopefully continued to keep his feet in place.

Kasyr lacks a particular fear of toxins, if only due to has nature as a vampire. On the other hand, hunks of earth and stone present an altogether different dilemma. It's for that reason that the Kensai abruptly hurls himself backwards, effectively counting upon the roots clinging to his feet to prevent him from collapsing backwards. Instead, the Revenant provides a much more narrower target, with his left arm drawn over his face to ward away errant projectiles. It's in this manner that he sees a hefty piece of earth hurtle over his head, even while other parts of his body are battered and bruised by pieces of turf. From there, the Kensai abruptly draws his body up and to the side, effectively a few grimaces and fiery snorts emitting from his person as he promptly draws himself back up into an upright position, effectively using the built up momentum to slam his left fist into another of those heft masses of earth and stone the dryad is so fond of hurling- enough force placed within the blow that the mass begins to sunder mere moments after impact. Nonetheless, it hopefully provides the Kensai the moments respite needed to promptly blow out a thin stream of flame towards his feet. Both leather and plant both are carressed by the flame; though leather ultimately proves more streadfast, granting the Kensai the freedom he so keenly desired. From there, Kasyr promptly hurtles in towards the dryad- a small gust of flame spat towards her features when he gets close, if only so he can side step towards the her right side, so that he can attempt to slam his shoulder into the side of her body that lacks an eye. With any luck, Quin won't be able to stop him from slipping an arm about her waist, and slamming her down onto the ground.

Quinmyutiotu grimaced at the sight of her bola plants being set ablaze. More fire prompts her to retreat. She doesn't move quickly enough unfortunately, as she feels more heat against what remained of the armor on her back and the bare, burnt portions of her flesh. Although she cannot see Kasyr coming, the plant resting within her right eye socket reacts for her. A miniature Venus flytrap darts outward to hungrily chomp at any part of the attacker's face that it can reach. The dryad doesn't react quickly enough to evade being slammed into. Once she feels Kasyr's arm wrap around her waist, however, her body's natural reaction to unwanted touch is triggered. Flesh along her waist begins to prickle, and a multitude of sharpened thorns cut through the remaining thin armor the dryad wore and attempt to puncture Kasyr's arm as Quin is painfully slammed into the ground. With the palms and bottom sides of her feet planted against the ground, the earth beneath her begins to ripple yet again, this time pulling the dryad within. Her arms, which were beginning to react similarly to the way her waist did once Kasyr touched her, immediately latch themselves onto the King-Consort so she can pull him beneath the arena with her.

Kasyr s' reaction to a plant darting towards his face is sort of brilliant in its stupidity. Which is to say, when it snaps forward to snap at his face, he snaps first. In effect, it results in a stupid exchange of noms, as the plant clamps down on Kasyrs lower lip, and the Revenant chomps down on the plant- with a disgusted huff serving to incinerate it. Unforunately, the comical aspect of this collision ends there and then for the Revenant, as his chest and arm are promptly subjected to countless lacerations- carving effortlessly through cloth and flesh, by virtue of the dryads preparations and the Kensais own forward momentum. It's an impact that serves well enough to provoke an ired roar from the Kensai, reducing sanguine stained snow to puddles, cooking the earth, and threatening to set aflame any portion of Quin that had not had the time to fully submerge. Still, faced with a submerging foe, the Kensai is momentarily at a loss with what to do- at least until he feels that same lacerating pain that had shredded into his chest now consuming his waist. A quick glance down serves to confirm the presence of two 'prickly' arms coiled about his waist, and tugging. The revenants reaction is swift enough- though his right arm remains all but useless due to the wings which had entangled it, he still had his right, the likes of which moves to hook beneath quins and if only so he can cup her elbow with his hand. From there, Kasyr proceeds to hurl the whole of his weight off to the side, effectively trying to break her arm beneath his weight, and wrench her clear of the ground. With any luck, he'd be able to at least drag himself back atop her, heedless of the manner his fingers were slowly becoming a ruin of flesh, so that he could breathe the last gouts of flame still contained within him, and into whatever 'hole' the shifting of her body would have precipitated.

Quinmyutiotu continued trying to sluggishly pull down Kasyr into the earth along with her while trying to formulate a plan of what to do next. With her legs completely submerged in the earth, the dryad curiously wiggled her toes in the small air pocket that she found. In a disgusting and thankfully unseen move, her toenails appeared to unhinge themselves from the flesh of her toes. What began to grow from the skin beneath her toenails didn't appear to be much at first. Thin wispy tendrils of stems sprouted from the ground just behind Kasyr just as the dryad is painfully torn from the ground. Not only did the force of the King Consort's tug snap her arm, but it appeared that with her body being half submerged into the earth, her entire lower half had been twisted at a very odd angle. Both legs looked mangled as the dryad was ragdolled into the air, only to land in an unpleasant looking heap a short distance away. The plants that Quin was beginning to grow finished their rapid growing process, and it looked like the thin tendrils twined together to grow a carnivorous looking plant. It wasn't large enough to swallow a man, but it could at least try to swallow one's leg. The plant lunged at the King Consort's leg and began chomping furiously at the air, drawing itself as close as possible to what would hopefully become its next meal. Any flames that Kasyr breathed at Quin began scorching exposed flesh, and her poorly made armor became crumbling piles of ash.

Winner: Kasyr

Kasyr curses. Alot. There's something altogether vexsome about ones right arm being bound up in a mass of vines at an unpleasent angle, while your left was a busy making a sanguine slurry out of the snow surrounding it. Really, the -upswing- of the scenario is that between his tolerance for pain, and whatever numbing properties snow might contain- the situations at least not as horrible as it could be. Hell, he even has his boots to keep him warm, since they're still somewhat on fire. That particular fact doesn't elude the Hybrid either, as he proceeds to reliate against Chompy the Wonderplant by repeatedly booting in the face with his still toasty boots. Sure, the process earns him a good few hunks of rended flesh along his leg- but it's not long before the thing collapses- if only so the kensai can boot its' flaming husk over to Quin. The poor dryads' fairly quick to catch after that, though there's thankfully no lack of snow to roll around in. A few moments of roasting and rolling, and Quin collapses, a singed mess. Kasyr, on the other hand, just works at kicking off his boots. They were trashed anyways.

Svilfon stands from his chair and speaks in arcane tones, the words easily drowning out the noise of the Frost Giants' cheering for the king. "Kasyr advances! Healers!" He speaks somewhat matter of factly, almost resenting this time away from writing his spellbook. When the healers come out, those that go towards Kasyr are ignored by the wizard, though those that go towards his friend Quin are watched with a wary eye. They seem uncertain, and with a curse that accidently rings loudly - he forgot his voice was enchanted - , "Sven's balls!" The wizard teleports down beside the dryad. There he kneels down, and ignoring entirely the lingering flames, he gently prods her shoulder, "Feather...?"

Quinmyutiotu doesn't react to the shouting or the approaching healers. Her burnt body appears to have shriveled up and gone limp, completely bereft of life.