Duel:Kasyr v Satoshi

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Satoshi vs. Kasyr

  • Judges: Jerralith, Jacklin, and Leigh
  • Winner: Satoshi, split vote.

Higher Among The Mountains

Having reached this area, your eyes scan the surroundings to view only leafless trees, and several snow piles frosted over with ice. Several small rabbits dart in and out of the frozen vegitation, and into holes burrowed within the snow. Seeming to be a dead end, this place looks like nothing more but a nice camping spot, or a place to be alone. However, a large boulder to your north seems rather loose, perhaps you could push the object to the side.


  • Kasyr is a Vampiric Tiefling and seems to be a Paladin Of Daedria.
  • Satoshi is a vampiric feline and seems to be a Ice Magus.

Kasyr is currently kneeling with his back to the large boulder within this area, a posture he has assumptively maintaining for quite some time- given the layer of undisturbed snow resting atop him. With arms outstretched to either side, the tiefling almost gives the appearance of a monk, seeking inner serenity though meditation. And yet, there's just a hint of something- be it the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips, or the odd mounds of snow that his hands have dissapeared into; which can't help but betray something isn't quite right. But, alas, till the feline arrives, this is how he remains.


Dergious stomps through the snow with his usual grumpy manner, but drops a small crystal as he does so.

(Duel start)

Satoshi meanders her way to the patch of land where the tiefling resides, coming to a halt yards away from him and settling into an easy stance. "Waiting long? Could have called me sooner, y'know," the feline offers in way of greeting before she shrugs carelessly, boots shifting through the snow with a faint crunch as she lowers into a defensive crouch. "Playtime~." Swiftly the magus sets about her casting, half-sung words filling the air and calling to the frozen environment she's attuned to. The first to answer her summons is the ice building upon Kasyr as it rapidly spreads, glacial tendrils coiling rapidly about his form and hardening, intending to pin arms and legs tightly to each other and the ground he's seated on--including his unseen hands buried beneath the snow. Satoshi knows full well the tiefling possesses the strength to break the straightjacket of frost, but it's the delay she needs and counts on to finish the rest of her spell. With a low growl, the mage presses a hand to the ground, forcing her magic into the snow. The obvious outcome of this is a sudden upspringing of icy shards around her, leveling themselves out on an invisible axis to aim jagged points at Kasyr as they're abruptly loosed like so many arrows. The frozen barrage of projectiles is a commonplace move by the feline, but she's another surprise in waiting for the tiefling, its creation masked by the visible attack. Lurking in every inch of the snow between them are, essentially, landmines, of the frosty kind. It will take no more than a faint amount of pressure from the hybrid's weighty self to trigger a veritable explosion of arctic spikes and blades under his feet, a potent danger that will double as a wall between him and the feline.


Kasyr s' sole reaction to the felines introduction is a quiet nod and brusque lift of 'gloved' hands. Even as the feline finishes her words, and the snow about the tiefling abruptly turns itself into a glacial shell- the tiefling can't help but smirk all the more broader- the damage already done. As it is, the gloves which reside upon the tieflings formerly hidden hands are not the more familiar items of mithril mesh, nor the more ominous single gauntlet that Gospel would occasionally masquerade as. No, what rests upon the tieflings hands, is a pair of more elegant vambraces, one shimmering golden and the other platinum- with both ending in oddly feline like claws. And from each claw dangles a single near imperceptible wire- only truly betrayed by the occasional spark which courses along the line. Wires which have already been set in motion by the tieflings pull and their own near sentient presence- ripping up from the ground where they had been worked in over the last few hours. With a speed befitting the element that ran through them, the odd weapon flickers in the air around the hybrid, coiling in the immediate vicinity like a twister made of steel. For the most part, the shards sent at the tiefling are reduced to naught more than fragments- and yet, some still find their way through the deady web of wire- Slamming into the icy shell surrounding the tiefling, and piercing into the hybrids body. Nonetheless, with the damage reduced by both trenchcoat, and the icy barrier about the tiefling, the wounds hardly prove grievous enough to halt the tiefling from rising up to his feet in one thunderous crack of ice- to glower steely at the feline. "I hope you can fly." And with that, the final works of the tieflings first action becomes present, a second thunderous crack denoting the final seperation of the cliff edge they stood upon, from the mountain they had climbed. What's more, the hybrid is hardly giving the feline time to contemplate this particular development, as the wires upon one hand are willed together into one solid lance of wiring- before it's snapped towards her torso. The center of her toros, to be precise, with the tiefling prepairing to simply extend all his fingers outwards and seperate the lance into a multitude of piercing wires once it reachs his beloved. An action that no doubt would benefit from two hands- but, then, the tiefling needs the other wires to simply adhere to the chunk of rock they're on as it begins it's downwards descent.


Satoshi's plans are for naught, and her resolve nearly fails her at the appearance of those loathed gloves and wires. With her focus for the deadly vambraces, Satoshi's mind barely registers the sudden shift in gravity and movement until it's too late. Falling forward in her crouch, the mage's left hand flies out to catch herself, landing carelessly upon the waiting bewitched snow and triggering her own trap on herself. The eruption of the jagged ice wall--despite it taking chunks of flesh from her hand and bracer'd arm in the process-- is her saving grace, however, as it stands stoically between herself and the lance of wire. The sound of shattering glass fills the air as each portion of the barrier endures the wires' plunge and gives way, performing their sacrificial job well to keep the dreaded wires away from the magus and foil the tiefling's intentions. Grimacing, the mage furthers the damage to her conjuration and retaliates with the uttering of a single word. If anyone is going to break her ice, it's going to be her. And in a most violent fashion, as the glacial pillars once more play the roll of bombs and erupt, throwing frozen shrapnel in every direction--including Satoshi's to a lesser degree, as she willingly suffers the injuries to leave the ice buried in her flesh. And with any wounds delivered to Kasyr comes the feline's more sinister technique, the subtle feeding of frigid magic into his adrenaline-rushed veins, driving ice to the joints in his hands and arms, and urge them to solidify, stop further movement of the wires.


Kasyr flicks the 'lance-bearing' wrist back the very moment his attack goes awry, doing his best to return the weapon to him. Unforunately, his reflexes are still no match for the attacks which already lied in wait for the tiefling. With his position braced as it was, the only option the tiefling has is to kneel and shield his face with his free arm, bracing himself against the flurry of glacial shrapnel. Whilst this spares the majority of his body from the damage his fledgeling wreaks with such abandon, the 'sacrificial' arm is rendered all but useless on it's own, and the ensuing workings of ice within flesh only further this end. And so, the tiefling simply releases the anchors mooring him to the ground. With his other arm still relatively intact, it at least provides some degree of resistance to the icy magics which writhe within his flesh- the tiefling finding the strength to both manifest Gospel in the form of a Nodachi and promptly embed it within the ground behind him. Not wasting a moment, the blade is shifted almost immediately thereafter into the wider form of a broadsword, effectively wedging itself rather solidly. With a jerked motion of the fingers in his all but useless hand, a few wires are willed to curl around the nowly formed 'anchor', before the tiefling simply presses one foot against the weapon and kicks himself off towards the feline. Now guided by a combination of forward and downwards momentum, the tiefling hurtles directly towards the felines position- the wires about the sword allowing him the means of adjusting his path in the case the feline moves- whilst his free hand is balled into a fist in preperation for impact with the tiefling. So long as she didn't dodge, the hybrid has every intention of slamming his fist into her body- and promptly bursting all the wires about that vambrace through her body in an attempt to both mutilate her, and entangle her with him as he continued to plummet.


Satoshi doesn't waste time while the tiefling is creating an anchor, and with swift words the magus begins calling the snowy ground into action again. Obediently, the frost gathered around Gospel rushes up the blade in a fluid motion, settling into the form of a gang of icy squirrels as they race along the attached wires in a near blur, eating up the distance between themselves and Kasyr with a voracious appetite as they seek to sink frozen unrodent-like fangs into his good arm, back, and neck in a rapid flurry of small, distracting attacks. Once the directive is delivered, Satoshi focuses on her biggest problem: defending herself against a far from harmless punch by the tiefling. The solution is a simple matter, albeit the series of rapid castings leaving the mage too weary to attempt a dodge, and so with a groaned word from the feline she forces the shrapnel from her body abruptly. Almost instantly the ice reforms as it spreads out along her in a manner almost like she had done to Kasyr earlier, only this time there is no binding, a thick conjuring of an armored breastplate opted for instead. Satoshi is left to take the punch with determined endurance, the heavy ice-armor absorbing the main force and cracking only under the pressure once the wires come into play. With a strangled cry the feline glances down at the tendrils embedded in her torso before stumbling forward, claws latching onto the tiefling's extended arm in an almost clinging fashion. The hold is not an innocent one, however, and with her chilly hands in place, Satoshi is able to call the glacial magic already laced through his bloodstream to her, ordering them to free themselves by shredding veins, muscle, and tissue, and with luck paralyzing that limb and preventing any maneuvering of the wires now piercing her. And to further this attempt, the conjured squirrels flood over to her as they also heed the call, putting powerful jaws to work in severing the metallic link between cat and hybrid.


Satoshi dropped 4 squirrel.


Kasyr is heedless of the mauling he suffers at the hands of the glacial squirrels. Even as teeth rip their way through flesh and muscle- the tiefling simply focuses on his path. The impact into the armour is jarring, but it's hardly unexpected. If anything, it is the true design of the tiefling, rather intent upon offsetting his beloved from the still falling perch she resides upon. After all, beneath the weight of her armour, and the tiefling, and with the wires having worked their way into the armour- all that's left for Kasyr to do, is simply continuing falling. This in itself would be enough to rob Satoshi of the unstable footing beneath her. By this point, even the abrupt demolition of the tieflings veins isn't enough to stop the tiefling from slowly dragging her into a spin, to hopefully prevent the feline from moving or concentrating by a gradual build up of centripetal force- a force that would also keep her close to him, even as the squirrels fended off the wires, one by one. With only the task of remaining conscious left, the hybrid has but to invoke the collection of souls within him- and pray they both survive a headfirst impact with the ground.


Satoshi is aware of two things: falling, and blood. A fair lot of it after the violent exchanges between feline and tiefling taking tolls on themselves and the collection of rabbits unfortunate enough to have made burrows in the falling chunk of cliff. The combined blood sources are enough to leave the fledgling dizzy. Or is that the spinning? Whatever the cause, Satoshi's shaken concentration has but one thing it can latch onto, and that's the mass of crimson present, riling her bloodlust up into wakefulness. The spell that manifests then isn't even entirely of her doing, a byproduct of her desire for the blood and a deeply rooted feline instinct to survive forcing the waning strength of her magic into motion without spoken prompting. Tendrils of ruby red lash out from every direction in a fashion similar to the web of wires prior, half-frozen blood latching onto the passing cliff-face, deeply anchored into the ice as each strand rushes to catch upon the falling magus--and incidentally the tiefling she's attached to. Their momentum and combined weight is too much to halt them completely, but each tendril that catches her serves well to slow the descent before it snaps and more plunge in to take its place. With the webby interlopers and Kasyr's soul-tampering combined, the impact is not a fatal one. Merely... highly unpleasant. And proof that cats do not always land on their feet.


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