Duel:Nemisis v Sillabare
Duelists: Nemisis vs Sillabare. Stakes: Unstated. Judges: Gunnar, Terra, Samir.
Scenic View
Nemisis was sitting on the edge of the cliff of one of Hollow's highest points. The wind was high and it blew sweetly through his hair and fingers. The man was calm and had fully recovered from his previous chaotic distortion that stemmed from the various issues in his life. But that was all behind him. He was at peace, he was calm, and he was alone. Perfect. The man wanted to meditate and practicing his skills helped with such. Just then a rock would slip as Sillabre came into view. Turning his red optics to look at the avian, the demi just figured he would practice on him. Standing up quietly, he took a stance and bent his knees. With the push of draconian strength, he lunged forward, unsheating his sword with a mighty flick and swing. However, he would send a chaotic surge through the weapon in an attempt to seriously injure and maybe even craze the new opponent.
Sillabare Approaches the cliff, and seeing, the draconian slows. Trying to decide if he should leave or not. When he is attacked. He barks out a one word spell which moves him several feet to the side. He draws his wand quickly and smoothly. His mind races as he tries to come up with a spell to attack with. Sillabare decides on a simple spell to start and begins to chant, he feels the power bubbling and rising inside him. He channels it into the wand, as his chant comes to a close a great spout of flame erupts from his wandtip flying straight at his atacker.
Nemisis grinned as Sillabare dodged his attack witht he use of a spell. His attack was pretty fast and with slight contemplation, the demi concluded the avian had to be fairly strong in order release a spell that strong in such a short amount of time. Ceasing his movement as the distance between them increase, he decided to try out a new technique knowing full well it was not perfecting. Opening both hands and curling them close to one another, he concentrated fairly hard. His body glew with a bright red aura and chaotic sparks began to dance. The chaotic energy quickly flowed towards the spaced between his hands and flowed into the spatial atomsphere itself. A tiny light of chaos festered slowly and began to sprout into a shape of an orb. Nemisis was attempting to create an area of space himself within the layers of the dimension himself. All the while he was attempting this, Sillabare's next attack was beginning to show. The man would be able to get the light to form a semicircle before he failed. Just as the flames engulfed his form, the failed technique exploded in his face, sending him flying towards the rocks. Little did his opponent know flames did not effect the draconian what so ever. Groaning at his failed attempt, he pried himself out of the nearby rock formation and aimed a palm at the avian. In seconds a giant ray of energy shot forth like a bursted water hydren, curving and obliterating any and everything in its way to its target.
Sillabare smiles in satisfcation watching the drconian fly back. He cocks an eye in curiousity when hid oponent rose, almost completely unscathed. He began his next spell as soon as the draconian was fully extracting himself from the rocks. He didn't know what to expect but after having seen the failed attempt at...whatever that was earlier he was fairly certain it would be something to that affect again. His wand gripped tightly in his right hand he stood his ground as his oponent sent the beam shooting at him. His chant continued untilthe beam was upon him at which time his left hand shot up, catching the bolt. The tempo of his chant changed almost instanttaneously. The power began being draind from the beam and focused into his wand, bursting forth in the form of a bolt of pure concentrated magic. As the bolt flew forth his enemies beam was completely dispelled. He clutched his left hand to him, the palm slightly burnt.
Nemisis raised his brow at Sillabare as he stood there chanting as his attack came towards him. Ruby red eyes watched closely analyzing what the man was up to. As his attack was mere inches away from the mage and he raised his hand, the assassin finally caught on. Years of experience and brawls help narrow down the idea that someone sucking in your attack usually meant they would be firing it back at you with greater force. A slight sucking of the teeth would ensue before a chaotic hand was waved in defense. The bolt of magic closed in fast and the demi's defense barely made it. Zig zags of chaotic energy traveled across the floor and branched out and upwards into a backwards wave, hardening and creating a sheet of defense. Just as it was up the bolt collided and cause it to shatter with a loud boom and crater of rubble, dust, and debris. The man let a sigh of relief, dreading to think what kind of pain that raw energy might have caused him if it collided with skin rather than energy just as raw. These thoughts would be brief as the man crounched down and placed both hands on the floor. He proceeded to pour a serious amount of chaotic energy into the floor beneath him, it spreading out into a fairly large circle before glowing and shooting upwards, carrying its bearer into the sky with it. As more energy was poured out, the red liquified form hardened into a giant obelisk of what appeared to be a crystal version of a sword. People knew Nemisis was strong but Sillabare was about to find out exactly how much brute force this draconian had within him. The sword towered over the poor avian and it resembled a weapon a giant would wield. Majestic wings would slide out of his back and flap, carrying him into the air. The man barely had anymore energy in him and with this last attack, he would pour all inside. Grabbing the hilt of makeshift sword with both hands, veins would pop out and muscles would bulge as he exerted himself fully, lifting the giant crystal object towards the heavens before swinging downwards towards the mage. The worst part of it was that it is meant to explode upon contact with the floor.
Sillabare silently appluads the draconian on blocking his magical attack. He watches warily as his enemy crouched, he gives a visible start as the crystaline sword is conjured. He begins to chant the air around him thrummong with power he holds his ground as the draconian grabs the sword and bears down on him. By this time his spell was near completion. He stood as the sword descended, should his spell fail, the blade would most likely cleave him in two, thankfully Silla knew what he was doing. The sword blow fell and hit a solid barrier of force, the combined forces of his magics and the chaos energy caused an unforseen result. The energies ignite, causing a great explosion blowing both him and his oponent into the air. Using the cover of the explosion Silla barks out a simple incantatoncreating a cord of magic to form between the sword and himself. The violence of the reaction throws him high into the air, he approaches the ground quickly, slamming into it with enough force to almost make him lose his concentration, the cord of magic wavers, but holds. He staggers to his feet chanting, as long as Nemisis was gasping the sword and Silla was chanting then Nemisis would feel an almost unbearable pain, as if his very blood and bones were aflame.
Nemisis was grinning chaotically as he watched his giant sword crash into the floor. As it collided with Sillabare's maigc, it left a deep scar within the ground before exploding. The draconian was almost suicidal when it came to battles and the explosion would be proof. As the sword blew up and the energies collided, the rest of its form cracked and continued to explode, trailing right towards him and hence another attack blown up in his face yet again. Exactly how lucky he was would never be known to the draconian as he coincidentally evaded Sillabare's attack. As his body went crashing into the another cliffside, it crumbled upon him and covered him completely. As all this happened, despite the pain, all he wanted to know was "Did I get him?" Covered in rubble and bruises, Nemisis would have to pull himself out of the rocky mess to see. With barely energy left and his muscles burning from the straight, it would be moments before a hand shot up from the rocks and he was revealed panting hard. Unfortunately Sillabare wasnt dead but he was just as injured as he was; good enough in his books. From there he just stood still keeping his red eyes focused upon the avian mage but not attacking however preparing just in case he had to again......somehow.
Winner:Nemisis