Duel:Nemisis v Zeran

Judges: Daesith, Elwood, Nicolius

Winner: Zeran

Zeran walks along the graves carefully choosing his footing so as to not upset the silence about him. The necromancer was in search of more slaves to add to his query. The Dragon, now in his dark skinned Drow form, continued to walk about searching the graves for what may have been the toughest warriors of their time. His mind wandering on a much broader scale than his own sight in case an enemy was to show oneself. Soon a presence interrupted Zeran’s train of thought and he was forced to react instinctively. The Necromancer thought for only a split second on which level of necromancy would be suitable to relinquish the apparent half-breed before him of his life force. "Bones," he uttered as he raised both hands clenching his fists. The magic was released and the surrounding skeletons reacted. Instantly bones from all around rose into the air before shooting off for Nemisis. The bones stopped just in front of him as they each took their small niche among the four skeletons. A small gang of warriors were soon formed. Like any skin and organs they may of had their magic was completely gone, the only thing that remained was their strength. Zeran wished to first test the might of this draconian before using any greater magics. After all, should it not be enough he could always summon more. The warriors rushed Nemisis only an instant after they had completed forming. Each of them on different levels of fighting, but able to fight together because of Zeran’s influence from his safety of fifty or so yards. This would surely test the battle abilities of his foe, and if he was strong enough, maybe he would be able to summon the spirit of his ancestor.

Nemisis had decided to go for a walk in the graveyard to somewhat lessen the pain of his bored mind. Little did he know he would encounter Zeran on his little trip. At first he did not pay much attention to the man walking about observing the graves. Did he have a personal connection to those who had fallen here or was he grave robbing. Either way it did not matter to him, however he did keep his ruby optics on watch. At first he noticed that his presence was gone unnoticed. That was until he stepped on a skull and his blood hues met those brown eyes of the stranger. By the sheer look the dragon had given the draconian he knew he was in for some action. This he did not mind and let out a sort of soft chuckle. When hears Zeran call forth the word bones, the graves began to shook and a few skeletons appeared before him charging at him with malicious intent. "A necromancer eh?" he thought as he lifted a solemn hand to grab his scythe on his back. One by one each skeleton took a swing and he nimbly dodges them. With a lift of the scythe and an almost elegant dance of sorts, he sliced through the revived dead and says to Zeran, "You do not know who your dealing with do you?" With that said a dark energy glowed within the man's body an a aura was shown. As it traveled not only against his outline, it infected the scythe and with three spins of the scythe he sends three giant slices heading towards his opponent intent on slicing him down the middle.

Zeran watched eagerly as the attack was sent towards him. He need not his spell book for such an attack and simply chanted, “Asve Kler” the spirit field had jumped to life emerging with all the souls of past generations that he had placed within its boundaries. The field slowed most of the attack however what did get through was stopped only by sheer luck as the Demon Eye Collar was maxed out and damage absorption. “Release,” he said raising a single hand to the Draconian as the damage that was absorbed is sent back his way. The skeletons that he had sliced with his scythe still attempted to gain a hold on Nemisis even though some were without heads and others without limbs. Zeran began to chant once more as he had planned and the orb which he pulled from his pocket began to tremble. The spirit he wished to call upon now would be great and would require at least some time before it could bestow its wrath upon the underling. Zeran watched the skeletons trying to restrain the underling while his own attack came back at him with nearly double the force. He was suddenly glad he had his friend cast such enchantments on his items, they were now proving useful.

Nemisis just stood there for a moment to see exactly how strong his opponent was. The skeletons that he cut down were beginning to move again but this brute did not care. He relished a fight and his bloodlust was beginning to boil over. He wanted to blood a good fight in which he might actually have to try. As his adrenaline pumped in his veins from the excitement of a fight coming his way, he watched as his attack was stopped by first a spirit field and then absorbed through a collar. The demi's chaotic nature was beginning to shower as he laughed almost psychotically. Some would almost deem the man insane as his attack was shot back at him in a beam of light and all he did was stand there and take it. Straight in his shoulder it would hit but the man would not fall. As it burned through his flesh, he was pushed back until it finally phased out. Yet, he still was laughing. Nemisis was in full blown battle mode and pain turned to pleasure. Watching the skeletons get back up and head his way as well as hearing Zeran's chanting to a mysterious orb, he knew the true battle had begun. Concentrating not only light but dark energy within, the two combined to reincarnate the man's nature, a pure chaotic energy. Putting away his scythe he says out loud to Zeran, "Now! Let me show you why I'm so dangerous." With a mighty roar he releases the chaotic energy through a soundwave. The ferocity of the batlle cry cause the earth itself and tremble in fear. With a reddish electrical signal across the ground, up short forth hundreds of giant crystal like shard, pummeling and piercing through everything, their target the unlucky necromancer.

Zeran was joyous inside his mind when the attack pummeled through its mark. However, the inner joy would soon fade as the man began to laugh in a way that made Zeran doubt even himself, a Dragon of noble birth. The Draconian was trying something now, he knew. But instead he continued chanting. Only a second later the earth began to shake with a new ferocity and Zeran finished his incantation. A great light issued form the orb blinding any creature temporarily that may look upon it as thousands of projectiles shot their way towards the Dragon. When the light faded there was a form standing beside the Drow. Blowing what appeared to be blue fire all around him. An instant later the flames stopped along with the shards and a new dragon stood before them. The sight of the Black Dragon normally sent fear down his enemy’s spine but he was not so hopeful for this one. He turned and took a look at his shoulder where one of the shards had pierced his extremely soft hide, others had only glanced him and the rest had simply melted away. A slight pain was felt as his dragon blood flowed and fell to the earth causing what bones were there to melt away from the bloods heat alone. “I show to you now my father!” he announced as the form of the translucent Spirit Dragon began unwrapping the guards from Zeran’s mind allowing his magic to flow more freely. The shard that was buried in his scales ejected itself and the wound slightly healed as Zeran chanted three final words. “Kaid Moip Tou!” The Spirit Dragon ran forth calling on its own magic and suddenly a flame spewed from the Dragon’s snout alone and blanketed the graveyard in its everlasting glow. The Translucent dragon did not wait for him to recover, but instead called upon the power of the elements and wind picked up spreading his fire over the rest of the area. By now Zeran had took to the air, aware of how the fire would spread.

Nemisis eyes glowed with excitment as he saw the battle drew near to its end. When he watches his attack hit the man, he stood grinning with that same psychotic look. However, the lost of the Zeran's form from his sight was not to be mistaken that he was dead. Over the years of bloody battles and countless wounds, he knew not to dare assume something, it could mean the death of him. Just as his instincts foretold, the dragon was not dead. As bright light flared through the forest of chaotic shards and a tremble would cause some of them to break and apart and be deflected. To the demi's excitement a spirit dragon was displayed. This was a rare sight indeed to the man. The last dragon he saw in this form was Vgfh and that was a while ago. Hearing Zeran's words he says, "So ya called for daddy? What happen? Couldn't fight me on your own?" Not knowing if his tauting had pissed the spirite dragon off, though he didn't care, it charged forth with a flame. Flame did not scare the man, in fact he absorbed most forms of them. However due to his rare encounter with such species of dragon, he wasn't taking no chances. Calling forth his chaotic powers once more, he poured more life into the giant crystals. As they grew he managed to see the dragon pick up the winds and spread the flames across the grave. If these were etheral flames, he was surely in trouble. Nemisis knew he must dodge and despite how grimm the situation was, he still smiled. Causing the crystal forest to grow, he hoped to block most of the oncoming attack, yet he knew it most likely wouldn't. Instead it only bought time which he dearly needed as he revealed his majestic wings as they pierced out his back and unfolded. Just like Zeran did, he barely dodged the flames as they covered his forest. When the attack calmed down he bowed to Zeran in almost respect before saying, "Pretty good plan, wind spreads fire.......However my chaotic energy is beyond that level of those elements." There they both stood above the now sharded forest that was once the graveyard. With another flash of those ruby eyes, Nemisis whispers, "Title.......Tasca's Demise....." There was a moment of silence that was to only be broken as the forest began to crumble into a sea of microscopic shards, covering the battlefield in red light. With an almost childish wave, the entire sea sought to engulf the Zeran and tear him to shreads, Nemisis' form cut off from his sight.

Zeran flew higher and higher into the air as the flames spread, the dragon had planned a final attack that would finish his enemy which he now had respect for as a fighter. An underling that was on his level was not to be called an underling, but instead, a true enemy. The Dragon watched now as his foe’s lips curled uttering words that were indistinct at his altitude, and now the graves beneath him were in flames of an eternal blue fire and the forest he had created now broke into shards. Zeran thought for only a second that he had succeeded in his victory only to notice the growing wave that was beginning to rise for him. The Dragon knew that many shards would destroy his soft hide and he would be no more, his plot stopped early if they were to hit. He tried one last incantation, not one of killing, but one of deflection. He summoned the souls of his spirit field for the last time. They came forth and blocked the brunt of the massive wave but as they did so they were released, each of them used up. The Black Dragon looked to his father called him back to the orb leaving the Draconian to do battle another day. The Spirit of course obeyed and by doing so rewrapped the boundaries around the Dragon’s mind. Zeran flew off to the south now, happy knowing that there were enemies of his great strength in this land of undesirables.