Duel:Thea v Xzarren

Duel Info

• Judges: Rhocielle (mid), Irin, Belphesius
• Stakes: Autohit Round
• Rd/time: 3rds / 15 min
• Date: 01/22/2011
• Location: Kelay Way
• Decision: Thea (unanimous)

Thea vs Xzarren

Thea stands in the clearing awaiting her foe's approach with a vial clutched in her right hand. The footfalls are heard by keen pixie ears long before his visage meets with the eyes of the Druidess, whose capable tongue is already in motion, chanting in the ancient verbiage of her kind. Viridian eyes loft to the canopy where the entire forest seems to stand at her beckoning in attention. Insects and birds of all varieties gather there, swarming en mass to await the Pixie's command. With a final word of pure power, Thea opens the glass of sanguine liquid and throws it between the feet of the vampire. The earth begins to split 'neath each trickle of the dragon's blood, opening up to bear a brood of thousands of deadly scorpions and wasps born of it's scarlet vitae so deadly. The creatures zone in akin to a symphony, following the conductor like movements of the woman's arms, upturned palms directing them straight for Xzarren's flesh where just one sting could prove fatal.

Xzarren approaches Thea with a curve to his pale lips, the vampire assassin for once allowing his presence to be known before striking. Yet the battle commenced without the exchange of meaningless words as an earthly chasm produced deadly, venemous creatures for the vampire to combat. He wings back, back arching to let a hand dig into the soil and let the assassin vault backwards, ignoring the initial explosion at his feet. With a serrated grin worn beneath the pale, death marked mask, the vampire is swallowed in his own version of the arcana as black wisps hide his form in it's cradle. The energy presses outward, collecting the insects as the assassin travels through a plane oft untraveled. In a rain of insect intestines and mandibles, the shadows pulse outward as the assassin makes his move, punch daggers held in either grip as he leaves the shadow trail and emerges into reality once more, with the threat of poison evaded for now. With a lunge, a quick stab is made with his right arm and right knuckle dagger, his attack more aimed to be few but deadly. The attack was aimed at the Pixie's throat, three shadow frye coated blades seeking to punch a triumverate of holes into the woman's gullet. Once more, red cloak whips about the seemingly ancient vampire and his form is swallowed by magics that remove him somewhere to the side of the pixie, another swipe of knuckle knives towards the back of the pixie's legs, notably where her hamstrings would be.

Thea exudes a dissatisfied expression as her attack is completely avoided. The tiny Pixie's eyes widen at the approaching blades, survival instincts kicking in almost immediately. Almost. Just as she begins to take flight, the very tip of the approaching blade just barely scathes the tender flesh near her breast, small as she is. More enraged now than before, the Druidess casts Xzarren a withering glance then disappears into the surroundings, vitae streaming from her wound but not hindering her flight. She curses under her breath, only pausing on a branch to watch the male swinging those damned blades again at mere air. Once more, Thea takes control, and advantage, of the surroundings, beckoning to her arborous companions therein. The soil beneath the forest rumbles, quaking as roots rip from their station and take to the forest floor as feet while massive trees encompass the assassin from all sides. Their branches stretch out in perfect archer fashion to draw back and let loose exacting, spear-like arrows simultaneously towards Xzarren's frame.

Xzarren slides to a stand still, his last few attacks being delivered to an apparition. "You're quick, to dodge my attacks." The assassin whipped his cloak around, readying himself in this impromptu arena where the trees themselves would come down upon the vampire. Their spines shoot outward towards the assassin who barely processes the events. He twists his body, holes punched into his crimson tattered cloak and some even ripping slices into his soft vampiric flesh. His own blood, black like the night stalker's innards, comes seeping out telling of his wounds. Staggering back the assassin regains his balance and lopes forward, diving in and out of branches and spines aimed at impaling him. A three-shot knuckle dagger is shot into one of the trees, blowing it back so the assassin can get to Thea, the bare metal fist now complimented with a deadly katana. With a slash, the assassin pedals forward cutting down boughs, bushes, and Thea's groaning casks of nature. A beam of pure energy surges out, wide in width, capable of dismembering heads towards Thea, it's undescriminate destruction hacking down her animations and possibly even she if not careful. If this attack doesn't land the assassin would be ready for another attack, leaping to the side once more into his own cover while surveying the landscape for any signs of dispatching his foe or a counter attack.

Thea, tiny Pixie that she is, stands outside the structure watching his approach with little concern of being hit in her current, natural state. Opening her mouth widely, she takes in a sharp, exceedingly deep breath and plunges head first towards the dirt, seemingly to dodge the onslaught of his blade where the earth parts in accommodating fashion for the High Druid of Enchantment, swallowing her form completely until she is well safe from the brunt of her opponent's attack. Safely tucked neath the ground, she begins the deed of further striking back at Xzarren, summoning the vines and thickets to ensnare him while a thick green, noxious fog seeps up from the ground to envelope his form comprised of the most vile toxins Nature can provide, which silently creep towards him intent to eat the flesh from his undead bones.

Xzarren stumbles in the bramble in his attempt to scout out the battlefield, his wounds stinging a little worse than he first remembered. His blood burned the ground and sizzled, but that was not the vapor that clouded the atmosphere. He climbed back to his feet as his skin singed, and his outer shell blistered slightly from the toxin. Even the vampire's clothes were consumed by the noxious element until a round sphere of flame gathered in the vampire's palm and spun outward, and around his form, purifying the space around him with a rudimentary flame spell and also destroying the vines that sought to trap him there. What was left was the vampire, his clothes half bitten away, but no worse than before as the smog rolled away and the vampire stood, eyes searching for his enemy with his silver bladed katana wielded firmly.

Autohit Round
Thea emerges from the ground after a bit of time has passed, assuming she is safe enough to do so as large granules of sand fall from her otherwise pristine wings. Disheveled ebon locks shake to and fro, loosing the soil from her crown as she approaches the vampire on foot, petite frame growing larger with each step so that once she reaches him, she is nearly his height, "What was it you said in the tavern? All words? Hides behind others, aye? I should take your tongue for the slander you've cast upon the likes of me, but I am not the tyrant others would have most believe. I am a Queen, sir..because I -will- stand behind my words with action. I am a Queen, sir, because I care about a land that was once devastated and needed someone with my skills to restore it. I am not boastful, nor arrogant. I am factual. I will spare the loss of your tongue or limb here this day, but you will be reduced when you leave here, trust me." With that said, Thea's palms both stretch outward, sporting in each a large orb of purest flame. The twin spheres make quick work once released to destroy the shabby clothing of the assassin, blue heat serving to singe the skin beneath and cause a knee buckling pain that leaves Xzarren kneeling bare on the forest floor.

Xzarren 's clothes are blown away, oddly enough, worse pains have befallen him in the past. He chuckles, "I am but a small triumph.... barely even a test. No, what happened here today, I would call less than a warm up.... " His skin is burned some more, irriating it a little like the toxin before it, "I am not impressed." He sneers devilishly. Gathered his expelled knuckle daggers, the red tattered cloak wraps about the vampire's form as he bounds here and there, "I've done what I came to do, nothing more, nothing less." The darkness gathers and the assassin simply is no more, for the time being.