Fight:Nemisis vs. Desparrow

Judges: Leifong (mid), Teira, Ilydia Duel: 3 rounds / 10 minutes Stakes: Nem wins, Desparrows is subjected to an experimental concoction for one day/ If Desparrow wins, Nem apologizes for calling him a fool and gives Desparrow respect.

Desparrow looks at his opponent with a calm mind and analytic gaze, trying to see a weak point early on to save him the trouble of searching for it. Not finding one right away he moves on to his move. The elf stripped himself of his armor and his clothes, not caring if anyone saw him naked. This was just a precaution taken so he didn't have to keep buying new armor. "I will transform into my sub-ryder guise" he closed his eyes and began to mutter to himself, searching his body for the sentient soul that lied deep within. Once he found it he called it out of his body, called it out to merge with him. A long snake like spirit slithered out of his body, towards his legs and then coiled around him, slowly solidifying into a solid being. "Let us merge" The serpent had then become a bright light, forming a cocoon around Desparrow. The transformation was happening, it was turning him into a Ryder. Shortly after the cocoon formed, an arm broke through the side, long and scaled with a tough green carapace. It had ragged claws on the end of each finger. His other arm broke through, then both of his legs. All along the cocoon were cracks forming with a yellow light shining from within. Then it shattered and dissolved to reveal Desparrow in his new form. He was more lizard like but had smooth skin. His aura had grown to a much greater length, and he decided it was enough for a simple spell that he had chosen to perform. Concentrating, he focused his own bioelectricity into his hands and forced them out in a series of green lightning bolts at the demon before him.

Nemisis stood there just watching the high elf quietly. Intelligence was in control and his usual habit of staring and absorbing every meticulous detail about a figure was in play. For the moment, he was mostly uninterested in the man, curiosity mostly lying within wondering exactly how Desparrow was going to try to hurt him. But just as he thought there was nothing else to the man, he strips naked and throws him for a loop. Wide eyes and raised eyebrows gave the man a confused look and even caused him to be taken back, shielding his gaze and saying, “What the hell? We know the bloody anatomy of you elves!” Just then something strange began to come out his body. The snake. At first it was mistaken for something of a more horrid nature, but when the transformation took place, everything became clear. He was once again curious, a hand coming to the top of his head scratching as he thought, “Interesting…” Muscles tensed with excitement as Desparrow begun his move. A bolt of bioelectricity darted towards him. Mumbling could be heard from the draconian as he analyzed the time it would hit. Off he would go, diving to the side just before impact and darting towards the man. He was slower than usual at first, clearly visible until midway in which he increased his speed rapidly. A gust of wind would welcome his wake as he vanished and appeared right behind the man in a crotched position. Between those very few seconds, he grabbed those diamond scalpels of his and hid them between his fingers. A diagonal swipe would be given toward the elf’s Achilles heel in attempt to sever it with the left. Should he succeed, the right would dart forward with in attempt for a straight pierce though his torso.

Desparrow was impressed at the speed of the creature, but was more shocked when he felt something important get sliced from his leg. He felt a burning pain shoot through is body and then the same cutting into his back. Absolutely stunned at how this could be happening he fell forward, onto one knee, then onto his face. He wasn't anywhere near dead for he was already mutterig spells to heal him. "Useless." He rasped with his serpentine voice. A green light enveloped his wounds, the blood evaporating and when the light vanished, his body was good as new. Desparrow stay on the ground however and stabbed his claws into the ground, small holes in the tips starting to absorb the life energy around him to replenish what he lost with his last attack. The grass around him started to turn brown and wither. Whilst this was happening he was going through a series of spells in his head. "Prepare for your defeat monster." he slowly stood, still in pain but no longer hurt. His hands lit aflame as he muttered his spell of choice. "Inferno Blaze" When he put his arms forward, he made sure to keep his eyes on his opponent. One after another, jets of fire launched at the beast before him that called itself nemisis. When dodged, each blast had a small homing capability that allowed for a gradual turn, but then they would explode into flames, igniting anything they touched.

Nemisis withdrew his hand from the man’s body and commented in a slow mumble, “Scales easily pierced…” Intelligence was in his zone, hypnotized by the new subject he got to study. He kept his eyes on his opponent when he fell forward and onto his knees, all the while he licked the blood off his hand. The demi was even analyzing the taste of the man’s blood at this point. However those ruby red eyes of his narrowed and then widened with excitement as the Desparrow’s body began to heal. He even caught the siphoning of the life around him, “Necromancy…?” The mumbling began again and his hand rose to scratch his head. However those scalpels were in between his fingers, prompting him to give a rough rub with his wrists instead. The man knew another attack was likely to come, but Intelligence hardly ever wasted a move. He always had to be calculated and damn well perfect. When the flame spell finally launched its at him, disappointment fell upon his face, unknown to his opponent. Surely the man saw his tail? He was part dragon. Even though he looks mostly human besides the tail, it wasn’t too hard to miss at time. Fire was something that didn’t hurt him. Hidden by the flames, a palm was extended, a surge of chaotic energy building through his arm. A step was taken forward and a crimson glow as well as a hand burst from out of the flames and revealed a sparking ball of chaotic energy growing rapidly point blank in Desparrow’s face. A sadistic look peeled across the chaotic one’s features as it continued to grow, pushing him back to make room until it was finally released in a wave of energy threatening to devour the elf. Desparrow was in shock, watching his spell have no effect. Typically no matter what element his spells were they atleast did some damage, but he had no experience fighting dragons or even half dragons. Then he saw the attack coming at him. In his weakened state he decided it was pointless to try and stop it so he made a rapid decision to catch the energy attack with his already outstretched hands. Desparrow grasped it but immediately felt the searing pain begin to numb him. He had to act quickly before he as engulfed and destroyed. Since this was a magical attack he could easily repel it. "Repla De Fazi.” Desparrow the attack dissapeared from view completely, Desparrow still standing there. Only moments later the same attack fired from his own hands and was launched back at nemisis, backed by a little of his own magical power. When he was done he backed up, looking for the next attack to come at him

Nemisis eyes widen with shock when his hand was caught. He truly was not expecting for the man to remain in the same spot, rather try to dodge. This situation fell into Intelligence’s one percentage calculations of unknown unknowns. From the series of past attacks, this caused him to lower his guard somewhat, not taking heed to even tend to that area. Desparrow surely gained some type of respect from such a feat. Surprising the calculative persona was not too an easy thing to do. Even if he didn’t know some opponents, he expected some outrageous things depending on the person. The blast did not go off; instead it vanished as their hands touched. Only when he somehow interpreted the words of the next spell to somewhat resemble the word “repell” did he get the gist of the upcoming events. Those eyes of his widen again before a rapid sound would be heard and the orb appeared again and went off in his arm and engulfed his body, hurdling him into a few trees, leaving him sizzling and numb. A groan is given as the man’s body sparked and he held his head, “Ouch.” His right arm was shot, numb and severely burned, incapacitated and not moving. Should he not have been a chaos born, he might have died. The rest of his body surged with pain as he tried to move. It felt as if needles were in every crease of his muscles as he tried to stand, finally making it to his feet after a few minutes and heavy panting. Standing where he was in the depths of the forest, he assumed the elf didn’t know exactly his current position. But it went both ways. Placing his scalpels back in its pouch, he lifted his left hand and drew a red line with chaotic energy. It was thick and it eventually fanned out and separated into a series of orbs covering the front of his body. Nemisis knew not where the man was but there was a good chance he may hit with this attack. In mere moments, he released the energy, each orb shooting forth a beam that tore through the forest and headed for Desparrow’s general direction intending on blasting him away.

Desparrow didn't understand what just happened. One moment his opponent was there, and then the next he was gone. The silence was unnerving and was causing him to shift around for never before had this happened. He didn't think this was over. He began to charge magical energy into his body immediately after he saw his opponent go flying off somewhere. He figured this would be his last move, either he would die or give up and surrender to his superior opponent if this next attack didn't work. His aura was charging and became visible as fumes rising above him. He called upon his serpent within him to lend him support. What he received was a generous amount of energy, allowing him to move with great celerity. Crouching low, he then launched into the air, at the exact moment that his opponent's attack ripped through the trees and the spot where he had just been standing. He only figured that this next spell was going to work because his opponent had been immune to fire. "Arctic blast" A large orb of blue magic formed in his hands, growing larger. Once it was about the size of his upper torso, he fired it in the direction that his opponent had zipped off to. Wherever it hit it sent a shockwave outwards radiating pure cold and energized ice shards that froze the landscape.

Nemisis had cleared the view in front of him with his last attack giving him a clear view of Desparrow. As the man built up the next attack, he analyzed the color and assumed it was either electricity or ice that was heading his way next. Either way he wasn’t waiting for it to be shot off. Gritting his teeth and he began to move again, he played one of his trump cards. Out from his back slid out two long appendages that unfolded and revealed themselves to be wings. The draconian was much faster with the combination of legs and wings rather than just legs alone. As the blast shot off, a great gust of wind shot behind him as he flapped his wings and took off. The nature of the arctic attack was fast and wide spread. Those with extremely gifted eyes could see he barely escaped the blast, the ground below his previous path freezing with frost and icicles alike. A glimpse of his hair was clipped from the angular attack, freezing piece of his hair do. The man had evidentially just flown to the other side of the elf before taking off again to catch him from the side. Another sadistic gaze was seen on his face as he spoke and said, “Now let’s see how you deal with this one.” The demi had pulled out a needle filled with a greenish liquid from his person and jabbed it in the man’s side with force, a cross between an injection and punch, enough to cripple him with pain. The liquid would cause Desparrow to suffer from extreme hunger and thirst for an entire day. Even if he ate, the feeling would not go away. He will truly feel as if he was on the brink of starvation and death. The demi whispered, “We told you we will make sure you suffer…” Pulling out the needle, the man flew away in an instance leaving behind pure silence and nothing more, leaving the elf to his ordeal.