RP:UFC 3-3-11
Trist'oth Arena Underdark Fighting Challenge March 3, 2011 Satoshi vs Jaegar
Svilfon staggers into an empty chair with a bottle held in one hand, blood stains coating the other. He tips his hat to those who look his way before settling in to enjoy the show.
Tiphareth walks down from his perch high above the arena floor, slowly making his way onto the fighting level. The Drow Patron turns his attention toward the gathered masses, and addresses the crowd with a voice so loud, it's obviously enhanced by magic. "Greetings one and all, to the Underdark Fighting Challenge. Tonight we have a glorious battle instore for your viewing pleasure... If those who wish to fight would now make their way onto the arena floor, we will choose our competitors."
Dergious stomps over to the huddled gamblers among the crowd, and starts pointing this way and that. It seems he is unhappy with the odds and is trying to improve them in his faver by being a giant doosh to them.
Ginger is here simply because she wants to be, and it takes a lot to shake such a whim.
Magik poses and goes over yonder to observe.
Satoshi abandons her seat at the Eldermage's words and enters the arena with a hop and skip. "Oi~. Count me willing~."
Roytoc came upon the stands hand in hand with Aritriel, he picked one of the middle stands, not to high and not to low. He bowed and waved his hand to a chair, motioning for her to sit. He was looking around the arena and nodded this was going to be a good show.
Dergious looks a magic, turns to the gamblers and speaks in a whisper, "Ten gold say da vamp-ear (possibly a racial slur against both vampires and elves) kid picks his nose.
Aritriel looks around with excitment and takes the offered seat. "This should be fun to watch. What an outstanding arena!" She sat and crossed one leg over the other, happy to be in a different world once more.
Vaali keeps her head low as she as moves into the arena. With a hood(rped) draped over her skull, the exiled monk was able to get into Tristoth by blending with the crowd. Quickly she takes a seat, sitting low in it to keep out of sight from guards.
Daine seems to appear from out of nowhere, spontaneously generating next to you.
Jaegar steps forward casting an absent-minded glance towards Satoshi before turning his humanoid features to Tiphareth. " I'll toss myself in, I wouldn't mind a good mock hunt." He flashes shark-like teeth playfully.
Jolie entered the arena's grounds, drunk and carrying a severed head. Behind her, something horrible and faceless loped along on its knuckles.
Jolie glanced about with unfocussed eyes, squinting the rows for a spare seat.
Gustav walks into the arena and finds a seat, simply here to watch the show.
Magik looks around the arena, making sure no one is watching him. He stares at his pointer finger as it points straight at his face. It slowly starts to move towards his face. Grabbing his wrist with his other hand, he attempts to pull away his finger. The vampire struggles holding it back, rolling and wrestling about with his hand..until..he loses. Yeah..That finger went straight up his nose, digging about wildly and finally picking out a beauty. 'Bout three inches long..and green..like a goblin. Magikrios just sits there after a moment, staring at it. Yeah. He flicks it. Over that way.
Svilfon takes a deep drink of his bottle before yelling at Dergious, "Oi, dwarf. I'll bet. Five thousand gold on the lady." He points roughly in Satoshi's direction, "Game?"
Roytoc sat next to Aritriel, the many other spectators mumbling to each other, he stretched his arms and smiled to Aritriel, "This will be fun," He promised, "But when the fight starts, if you need anything just whisper, so as not to disturb anyone," He said softly, getting comfortable in his seat.
Dergious at least seven people, the dwarf among them, are watching magik with baited breath. Some are whispering "C'mon... pick it. Pick it!", while others are shaking their heads and saying, "Don't! Don't pick it!"
Jolie probably just sat on somebody. That seat sure was comfy, anyhow. Maladroit hunkered in a corner, looking much like a defaced gargoyle, bar the occasional twitch of its rubbery fingers.
Dergious cackles with glee and money changes hands. They seem to have found a liking for these types of bets and continue to make them with each other.
Satoshi gave 1 baby booger to Magik.
Thea moves into the arena, viridian eyes scanning the crowd for her fiance. She smiles once he is spotted and begins the climb to claim a seat beside him. She leans in and kisses his right cheek, "Hello, love. Looks to be an interesting night, aye?"
Faramond blinked from his seat, Jolie on his lap and his eyes gone cross, "'Ey, lass, I think I might get in trouble for this..."
Aritriel said to Roytoc, "I will be sure to remember that. But, I might be to into this, to even need anything. *she smiles and grips his hand in excitment. Once could tell that she is still young in years*"
Tiphareth turns to the two combatants, his eyes lighting up with anticipation of the coming battle while he again addresses the crowd. "Indeed we have a most exciting selection of opponents this evening. The Snow Queen herself will pit her skills against a mighty dragon. Lets have a round of applause for these two worthy competitors before they engage in battle for the lofty 20,000 gold purse."
Dergious boos loudly, and then makes other derogatory sounds.
Jolie said to Faramond, "Sh. I have a head, and I'm not afraid to use it."
Jolie sat that head on her lap, while she applauded.
Nemisis walks into the arena quietly scratching the side of his head. Ruby hued eyes scan the area quietly saying, "Hmm.." Inside his head Intelligence is turning the bolt saying, "It seems it is fight night." Brawl leaps up with a triumphant roar, "Hell yea! Legoooo (let's go)!" Honor, Madness, and Mischief looks up as well and head in closer towards Intelligence to watch the would be show. Spree eventually trickles over, always curious to look at outfits and every now and then, the peculiar fights. On the outside, the demi walks slowly down the steps before sliding into a seat, hand still on his head scratching.
Satoshi bows to Jaegar before flashing him a grin and dancing back to a comfortable distance from him. "Move your move, drake~."
Faramond starts to stutter a moment, his jaw was swollen, but his tongue was still fully functioning, "And I'm sure I'd love if you used it... I imagine this is alright as long as you don't wiggle too much..." He dug around in his pocket a moment, offering a white cylinder up to Jolie, "Cigarette?"
Roytoc could not clap, one of his hands were being gripped by Aritriel, he didn't mind.
Vaali claps softly, trying not to draw too much attention to herself.
Jolie shook her head. The one on her shoulders.
Ginger stares at everyone before placing the frog on her head so that it can see over the crowd. "Go team," she shouts. The frog croaks.
Tiphareth faces the combatants once more, "Are you both ready for the possible carnage which may happen within this arena?"
Satoshi winks at the Eldermage. "Always."
Aritriel whistled in favor of the dragon, though she did not know him. Avian's are allied with dragons after all. Then she relases Roytoc's hand and claps for the beast.
Faramond placed it between his lip, leg starting to bounce out of habit, but he stopped it, his hand holding it in place before he lit his cigarette, a deep inhale as the man blew it away from Jolie, "Future reference at the parlor... It's Fara." He already knew her name, but she did not need to know that, he just sat there smoking, a crazy woman in his lap, and a crazy head in hers.
Gustav smiles towards Satoshi, though he was rather sure she wouldn't see him. Speaking quietly, "Go my Queen, and show them the terror of winter..."
Jaegar nods. "Ready."
Jolie said to Faramond, "Jiggle like that again, and your head will be decorating my other knee."
Satoshi doesn't look all that terrifying with her entire five feet of height, general fluffiness, and an arm imprisoned in a sling, but mayeb she'll do as Gustav hopes.
Faramond said to Jolie, "I don't jiggle, I shake. This tattoo I am getting better be good, you know?"
Svilfon whistles to a serving girl as he finishes his bottle and quietly demands another. She does as he bids... she remembers oogling him last time... she brings back a tray filled with alcohol and stands statue still, well within Svil's grasp.
Faramond whistles at Svilfon, watching the mage work his mojo, "Bounce 'er on your lap, kiddo! I bet she'll even hold your rum for ya! That one, she's a looker there."
Jolie lifted the dripping head by its hair, using her fingers to move its slack jaw. "Hello, Faramond," it mimed.
Faramond watched her, "Leo knows how to pick 'em, doesn't he?" His head shook as he puffed out some of the smoke from his cigarette, "At least you got a cute backside and a sense of humor, that'll make this less awkward." That... Was doubtful.
Ginger equips her frog for use as a bull(frog)horn. "Alright, ladies and gentlemen, and anyone I've missed. It's time for a fight between two viscious challengers: the snow queen kitty, and. . .er. . .some flying thing." The pixie checks her notes. "Yes, Jaegar, the mauler of people, the destroyer of virtue. . .and a giant entree. Will the cat get run over, or will nature take it's course and end with the cat eating another bird. Only time, and a violent altercation will tell."
Svilfon winks at Faramond before looking at the drow who is serving him. "You heard him! On my lap, hold my rum!" She seems more than eager to adhere to his boorish request, and he tries to bounce her cool like Faramond would, but instead is a little over-eager. They both end up with rum all over them. She is not impressed, she gets up and resumes her silent standing while Svil sucks the rum out of his robes.
Thea drank a Glitter Ale.
Jolie 's pet head added, its tongue lolling, "I honestly believe she might kill you, if you talk about her butt again."
Aritriel lights a cigarette and holds it to her lips. She blew out a puff of smoke, heart pounding and mind ready for this battle to begin. "Thanks for inviting me Roytoc."
Dergious said to Svilfon, "Arrite... 500 on da lizard!"
Svilfon said to Dergious, "Done!"
Vaali glares to Svilfon but remain silent.
Jolie said to Ginger, "Maybe he'll rub all her fur up the wrong way. Maybe she'll have a nice new pair of lizardskin boots - only time will tell." The severed head nodded, a grisly puppet, as she moved its jaw again. "S'orright!""
Tiphareth turns on his heels and heads up the long staircase which leads to his favored seating area. Finally reaching his perch within the VIP area high above the venue floor, Tiphareth faces the arena and issues a clap of his hands; the sound echoing through the arena as the magical curtain suddenly descends from above, separating the crowd from the combatants to both protect those gathered and prevent interference. The Eldermage proceeds with a loud stentorian chant, waving his hands about in circular gesticulations as the wind begins to pickup within the battle area. His movements grow faster and more pronounced with each passing moment; the breeze now turning into a veritable tempest. Grains of sand, aggregate, rusty weapons and various other implements of bane or boon now become airborne within the blustery wind... visibility becomes an issue as the dusty haze obscures sight and stings the eyes. Once more, the Eldermage shouts aloud, his voice penetrating the whipping wind within the arena with stentorian power "Let the Battle Begin!"
Faramond glanced at the head, "Don't worry about it, had to get my one shot, it'll be safe." He smirked idly as he continued to smoke, Jolie in his lap. He watched over at Svilfon, "No, lad, you aren't trying to make all their body jiggle!" He glanced over at Jolie, tempted to demonstrate, but as it were, he resisted the idea, "Put your arm around her waist, put 'em in your chest and get your head in their shoulder, they love that. Then, just give 'em a little shake and you'll see why I enjoy it too." Faramond smirked as he glanced back towards the head, "I don't suppose by the end of the night that head is going to be my present, is it?"
Ginger said to Jolie, "Maybe he'll gut her and make a violin, so as to play 'Daisy went down to Gualon', or maybe the kitty will make a purse from his. . .nevermind, too small for a purse.""
Rheven belatedly notices Thea's approach, gifting his fiance with a smirk while a hand snakes around her hip. "Perhaps so. We shall see."
Roytoc nodded to his avian friend, "Anytime, I'm glad you came," He said softly, liking her companionship more and more with each passing day.
Svilfon tears his gaze away from Tiphareth's unleashed magic long enough to recieve a vehement shake of the head from his serving lady, before turning his gaze back to the fight, though he does spare Faramond a helpless shrug.
Jolie 's horrible trophy mimed, toward Faramond, "You're extremely irritating."
Faramond smirked back at the head, "I know." He had to get back somehow for the rude plopping on his lap, but he stopped now, just idly smoking as he watched the fight, not yet in the mood for alcohol.
Jolie nodded to Ginger. "I hear dragon danglies make a nice purse, when cured. And of course, there's always fluffy slippers, should things go awry for the Ice Queen."
Thea sits up on the edge of her seat, eyes widening at the windstorm now hurling the various items about like a tornado 'neath that veil of her former Master's talents. She smiles to Rheven, "Aye, that we shall."
Tiphareth takes his seat to watch the ensuing battle, taking a large goblet of Drow wine which had been delivered by a scantily clad female Drow.
Dergious passes wind, letting the tempest carry it where it may.
Roytoc turned to Aritriel and smiled, "I think the queen of Frostmaw has already won," He said joyfully.
Jolie squints through the indoor maelstrom. "My hair..." The head she was holding nodded. More properly, it jiggled and dripped gore. "Bad hair day."
Ginger sips from a hitherto hidden flask, and her eyes dilate suspiciously. She offers the frog a sip, but accidentally pours half the bottle down his throat. "Greedy-guts." Quickly topping it off from a second green bottle, she returns to watching the now much more interesting goings-on.
Aritriel listens to Roytoc, "Bummer. I was going for the dragon." She giggled and scooted a bit closer to the Drow, "Oh well."
Thea drank a Moonlight Margarita.
Ginger drank a Green Absinthe.
Roytoc whispered something to Aritriel.
Gustav pulls a flask out form under his cloak and smiles, sipping on the contents of the flask. Waiting on the first attack to be thrown.
Aritriel whispered something to Roytoc.
Tiphareth leans toward Thea, "So.. who you think has the edge here?"
Filpien struts into the arena's outskirts, cobaltian hues scanning over those present. Middle of the fight... Great! He's missed it. The male rolls the fingers of a hand inward, cracking the joints before popping into a seat that is rather uncomfortably close to Jolie. Just to aggramavate her.
Jolie 's eyes fasten on the arena, the sundry weapons, the combatants at the ready. "The tension is tangible, ladies and gropers. Ice meets ... whatever the other person does. Thrills and spills! Doctor's bills! And popsicles, possibly." She burped softly. "I could use some slippers..."
Thea 's eyes are still affixed to the impending battle as she leans closer to the Drow, cranium shifting side to side slowly, "I've no idea at this moment. I know Lady Satoshi is quite cunning and has certainly proven herself in battle. This dragon though, he is new to me and could well be a formidable enough opponent. We shall see."
Roytoc nodded at Aritriel's assessment and wrapped his arm around her, in a friendly way of course. He pulled out his silver flask and sipped at the contents offering some to his Avian friend.
Jolie held the severed cranium she'd been given by the hair, turning it to face Filpien. "Hey, there. Want some head?"
Filpien quirks a brow, "Why, with such words madame, a male might be inclined to fall for you." The left corner of Fil's mouth tilts into a lopsided grin.
Aritriel shouts out, "Go Dragon!"
Ginger does her best to keep up with the action, or lack thereof. "All around the arena, whispers of kittens fighting frozen turkeys, tempests meant for. . .*ribbit*. . .and untold mayhem begin to unfold, and that's just the spectators." A quick shake puts her loud speaker to rights, and convinces the frog to lay low for a while. "Let's get a hand for the Battle for the Frozen Turkey!!"
Thea now moves her head closer to the archmage at her other side, "What of you, love? Who do you think has the edge here tonight?"
Faramond said to Jolie, "ooc; I would laugh if I already did not make that pun to someone and feel offended it did not get offered to me!"
Jaegar shifts a little further back, increasing the distance betwixt his eager prey. The Storm drake's humanoid form is not a proven fighting tool, in fact as the winds rise the drake begins to remove the red-scaled armor, dropping it to the sands with that same eerie smile. The last bit are his boots, tossed away like trash a with the last of their strings removed. The tempest has come into full force by this point, casting sand and other implements, including his own armor about. The drake's body twitches suddenly, spasming before he coughs, birthing from his lips a veritable cloud of sulfur. Spikes form along the ridge of his back, the blue and black iridescence of his scales becoming more apparent as he wheezes and coughs more smoke to be cast about his form it's like something from a horror story, that he simply splits open.. The 'skin' of his body giving way to show the massive dragon beneath. A nest of spikes cover the tip of his tail, a ridge of them run the ridge of his back to the crown of his massive head. The gaping, smiling maw which pours out further smoke. Jaegar moves, thunderous steps taken with a surprising agility as he closes that gap, nearing his foe. The pupils of his large eyes are covered by a protective film suddenly, the intake of his breath unlikely to be heard over the din of the wind and the continuation of his rather sneakily made attack comes to fruition with a heaving exhale. Azure flames blossom from the gaping mouth of the dragon and into the tempest, catching with the churned sand and dust, alighting with a mixture of implements and his previously harmless sulfur emission. The explosion is something like the resounding crack of a cannon, louder still it shakes the entirety of the arena even staggering the dragon as it shows his intent. To roast Satoshi alive within the gale before she might even begin to fight with this improvised explosive arena.
Faramond glanced over at Filipien, from his spot beneath Jolie and just continued to smoke.
Jaegar dropped 1 dragonscale boots. Jaegar dropped 1 dragonscale breastplate. Jaegar dropped 1 dragonscale leggings. Jaegar dropped 1 Blessed Guardian Cloak.
Rheven said to Thea, "Well, I'd be hard pressed to not favor a student of my own guild."
Ginger said, "Wow, and I thought my gas was deadly."
Jolie 's voice rises from the din of the crowd, "Yes! Not only a battle but a strip show as well! He's really letting it all hang out here tonight in Trist'oth arena! And look at him blow!"
Jolie said, "... up. Things?"
Thea nods to her fiancé, "Aye, that is understandable." She watches the male begin the process of disrobing and leans in to whisper, "Is he planning to fight her or bed her?" It is then that she realizes his transformation, brows raising at the display.
Ginger raises her own voice in counterpoint. "Yes, the giant turkey has proven to be full of hot air, and has kindly begun the plucking himself, removing the less palatable bits so as not to inconvenience his opponent.
Jolie 's bodiless prize added, as she moved its jaw, "He's too sexy for his shirt! Too sexy for...." She snapped the jaw shut, hard, frowning at it.
Ciceron looked at Thea.
Roytoc raised his brow at the sudden transformation, his mouth slightly open. "Wow," He said, almost whispering. The Ice Queen might be hard pressed indeed.
Filpien lofts his eyebrows higher, then shifts those cobalt hues to Faramond, "Good luck mate. She's my former boss, and she's -quite- a handful." His eyes flash crimson for an instant, then flow back into cobalt as he turns away and exits the stands. The male flicks his nose lightly whilst passing the entrance to the arena, then very simply tosses a random pocketed object into the ring before leaving.
Thea is totally looked at. She then looks back at Ciceron, giving him a doe in the headlights type of expression that would so eloquently say "Wha?", were anything to be assumed by it.
Jolie said, "A lapful, currently. And why can I smell bad eggs?"
Dergious thinks Jolie smells his giift to the tempest earlier.
Gustav lets out a light sigh, and then grinned, "Woo.... a dragon. I've never seen one of those before..."
Magik ate a goblin brain.
Ginger nods as apparently some spectators lose bladder control at the site of a naked man. . .or maybe it was the dragon.
Faramond said to Jolie, "And you enjoy it."
Ciceron loses bladder control at the sight of a naked man.
Ginger begins to sing, "Tinkle, Tinkle, little star. . ."
Jolie wafts her free hand across her nose, eyeing Faramond. "Did you fart? Or is that your breath?"
Thea nibbles on some popcorn anxiously awaiting the Snow Queen's reaction.
Faramond lifted his cigarette, couldn't be him, "And if I farted, you'd feel the movement. No, I think it was some... It smells like rotten dwarf." Faramond shrugged in his seat, he had lived on a ship, he had smelled worse.
Tiphareth eats a Mangy mop
Thea ate a popcorn.
Jolie turns her green gaze back to the fight, the head of a fallen smartarse propped on the cap of her knee. "I got chills."
Ciceron wants a popcorn.
Jolie said to Ginger, "They're multiplying."
Satoshi 's initial reaction to the rising winds is no more than a tugging down of her protective goggles and bringing up of her coat's hood, all the while watching the drake's transformation. Even as Jaegar rears out of his humanoid form, the kit is moving, darting forward and with winds at her back propelling her small form onward she's broguht to a point just before the dragon where she stoops low abruptly, retrieving what seems like a scrap of paper pinned beneath half a corpse and lifting it before her in time to face the gout of flames belched by Jaegar. A burst of light escapes the petite vampire as she's engulfed by the fires and the explosion ensues around her. When the smoke clears, Jaegar's attack appears successful, no sign of Satoshi remaining where she had just been, only the bit of paper, runes glowing white-hot as its torn away by the winds. It's only when a heap of blackened earth moves between Jaegar's foretalons that the kit reveals, charred and battered by the explosion that's landed her here, but far from dead with the aid of the Fire Ward. And she's in a prime spot, Jaegar's blind-spot that is, to retaliate with a swiftly whistled ditty. The tune dances away with the gusts, bringing her magic with it and weaving the melody through the air, urging the sands melted by the dragon's flames to rapidly chill and forcing them into her own brand of explosion. One consisting of splintered, wind-hurled glass intending to shred Jaegar's delicate wings and eyes, and most certainly his mouth if he dares to try another fiery breath on her. As if the deadly chill being inflicted on the cold-blooded beast won't be enough to cripple him.
Ciceron sing 'They're multiplyin...'
Nemisis was sitting there waiting for the fight to begin. The silence and intension that emitted from him could be compared to a group of men waiting for the epic sports game to start. With Tiphareth at the helm of his arena, he watched as the eldermage clapped his hand and called forth a tempest of sands and debris. A smile peeled across Intelligence's face inside and outside the demi's body. "Most interesting" he would continue to speak in both planes while analyzing. Those eyes of his didn't seem to keep still as they darted from spot to spot, catching every detail of flying weaponry and miscellanous items that spun in rotation amongst the unruly storm, "Not only is the view obscured, but they have to make sure they are not hit by the items which can literally turn the battle if one's focus is knocked off for even a split second." Nemisis kept scratching his head silently as he looked on. Inside his head Honor said, "I believe Satoshi has the upperhand in this fight...." Intelligence would nod saying, "I agree. The winds are in her favor." Mischief drummed his fingers, "I guess, but that other guy looks so mischievous, who knows what he has under his sleeves." Mischief looked as if he called it once Jaegar stripped and split open into a monstrous dragon, revealing his true form. Brawl cheer, "Hell yea! This is what I'm talking about! We got size, skill, danger, and stats! Umph!" a clenched fist is drawn inward out of passion, "this is gonna be good!" Madness licked his lips saying, "There's bound to be a lot of blood in the one." Intelligence chuckled saying, "Oh what a twist. Maybe we'll get to see how she tamed that ice dragon in her country."
Tiphareth removes his enchanted churchwarden from his satchel, bringing the bit to his mouth as he watches over the action below.
Faramond starts to wobble beneath Jolie because of her shaking, "I'm losing control."
Jolie said, "She ain't just whistling dixie, ladies and crumbs. She's giving blow for blow.. and the dragon's in for a pair of snowballs, if he doesn't look sharp."
Tiphareth said, "There's nothing worse than trying to blow someone and ending up with a couple of balls in your face."
Thea simply blinks at Tiphareth. That's all. Just. Blinks.
Jolie said to Faramond, "You'd better shape up."
Jolie said to Faramond, "Cause.. I think Tiphareth needs a man."
Svilfon has a similiar reaction to the pixie. He blinks. Just. Blinks.
Faramond hears someone off in the crowd chant, "Do, do do." As Jolie spoke, causing his head to shake, "But you do not need a man."
Ciceron sidles up to Tiphareth.
Ginger shouts into her bullfrog-horn. "And the cloud goes wild!!!"
Roytoc nodded, "All hail the queen," He whispered under his breath.
Ciceron fears the crazy cloud.
Jolie said to Faramond, "You better understand, to my hound I must be true."
Jolie said to Roytoc, "Brown-noser."
Roytoc looked to Jolie, his expression confused, how had she heard him?
Satoshi is confident in the arena's excellent acoustics.
Faramond nodded at Jolie, "This news, is not electrifyin', lass." Faramond continued to smoke, non-chalant about this situation.
Jolie 's lap-propped severed head jiggles, as her knee does, and speak akin to a ventiloquist's dummy, "Gottle of geer. I think that dragon's been given the cold shoulder.. " JOlie glanced down to it. "Your puns are awful."
Ciceron thinks love is a many splendored thing. Jolie is a lycanthrope. She can hear postmen sweating at fifty paces.
Ginger said, "Ground dragon makes for good sandwiches. Think this will end badly? Or will he shut it down, cold turkey."
Jolie said to Ginger, "He might just get hot enough to make her wet. You know. Rather than... icy. Melting, and all."
Jolie 's severed head was tilted back, its ghastly blank eyes gazing on her, her fingers working its jaw up and down again. "Oh yeah, and -you're- the comedian." Jolie scowled at it. "I suggest you quit... while you're a head."
Ginger said to Jolie, "A wet kitty. . .it's a slippery slope we tread. . .if you catch my drift." The pixie pauses. "I'm just a soul whose intentions are good. Ms. Thorne, please don't let me be misunderstood."
Ciceron closes ears and lalala's.
Jolie said to Ginger, "I'm not sure he'd know what to do with a soggy puss. But he's hot and half-naked and all aflame, so things are bound to get steamy!"
Jaegar reaction comes to the churning of earth betwixt his fore-claws it's a wealth of knowledge summed from years of dealing with the handicap that arises as a result to his breathing the deadly blue flames. The sixty-something odd feet of dragon shying away from the frost songstress with that uncanny agility, churning the changing floor into more shattered glass before finding the hot earth that remains just below. The semi-clear membranes incapable of retracting due to the constant churning sand save the drake from any smaller bits of glass and it is with a short growl of pain that he catches on to the rest of the attack from the Ice Queen. A few smaller shards simply shatter upon his hardened scales, but a few more lucky such implements graze tender flesh at the drake's stomach, neck, piercing and grazing here and there along those special wings, drawing bits of blood. But the angry cry from the dragon is brought by a piece of glass the size of a small boulder which pries away a scale to drive into the flesh of the saurian's right shoulder. Enraged, Jaegar moves with more purpose than previously displayed, the dragon removing the implement in a spurt of fluid that sprays over the sands before spitting the glass to the ground below. He closes on the shape of the songstress a bit more slowly than normal but it does little to change the pounding of the ground below his churning claws or the momentum which he uses to twist, suddenly veering his maw away from her, as well his body, with a maneuver he's used before when hunting smaller prey, using the muscles of his tail and the fury of his changed forward motion to whip the massive spiked tail at the target with every intention to drive those arm-length spines into her chest cavity. The drake is unaware as to the additional implement he uses as dragged by one of those rigid spikes is the knotted throwing net also hurled at Satoshi's diminutive frame. Thea said to Rheven, "So, love..what is on your mind tonight aside from wet kitties and steamy dragons, that is?"
Ginger said to Jolie, "Isn't it a bit premature?"
Jolie half leaps up in sheer excitement, so that the bloody-necked falls off her lap and rolls under her seat. "He's rigid and spurting! And all that pounding! This surely is a spectacle and he hasn't even touched her yet! But will he manage to penetrate? I can't watch!"
Jolie said to Ginger, "Well, he did just spurt." Jolie adds 'head' to the above. Take that as you will.
Ginger said to Jolie, "After all, he's just begun whipping the dragon. Surely, he realizes she's cold to him and it's up to him to releave his stress."
Jolie shrugs, taking up Faramond's lap again, groping under her chair for the trophy. "I'm sorry. Lost my head, there."
Rheven said to Thea, "Between that and all the innuendo, very little, love."
Faramond said to Jolie, "Hold up, watch it now, grabing through my legs isn't the best option, ask me to move, then you can grab it and I'll move back."
Thea chuckles a bit, cheeks blushing softly, "I assumed as much."
Ginger said to Faramond, "Aww, take all the fun out of it."
Ciceron grabs it anyway.
Nemisis began to scratch his head even more as he said outloud, "Nice She picked up a fire ward to avoid the explosion and then froze the grains of sands to form a shard storm. He is far too large not to get hit and there is so much surface area that avoiding the cold temperature will be most difficult." Inside his head Honor said, "Exactly what I was thinking about .She is turning the arena into a blizzard ." Intelligence replies, "So many open areas, and he still is going to be blinded by the storm." Brawl slams his fist into his hand saying, "I wonder how he's gonna get out of this one?" Mischief drums his fingers together and says, "Such intricate detail. She uses the environment very well." Intelligence nods his head, "Indeed." The demi watches on as his questions receive answers. Jaegar's movements were indeed slowed by the attack, however he didn't take as much damage as the man expected, save for the giant ice shard that flew into his shoulder. However, the dragon took the only counter the demi could think at a fast pace situation like that. The tail swing would seem most dangerous considering Sato's frame.
Ginger whispers to her frog, "At least they haven't started the gelatin shots, yet. Those are still untouched."
Ginger drank a child.
Jolie drank in the atmosphere.
Ginger flicks honey into random drinks.
Satoshi 's neither thrilled nor off-put by the dragon moving away from her, freeing her of the hassle of doing the talon-dodge dance. However, a beast this large is never at a safe range and Satoshi, being a dragon-slayer by hobby, is all too familiar with the dangers of proximity -and- distance. The magus hunkers down against the shaking earth and buffeting wind, eyes locked on Jaegar's retreat and a wordless tune on her lips as she waits--the temperature ever dropping as she sings. And there it is, that bunching of muscles that preludes a dragon's rapid change of direction, the mark that forewarns her that his tail is swiftly approaching. Too swiftly, in fact, for the foxkin's underestimated Jaegar's uncanny speed and one of those spikes impales her thigh as she attempts an acrobatic dive over the tail. Her leap is halted mid-flight and it's all Satoshi can do to not be flung, her only working hand clinging to the net entangled upon Jaegar's tail. With stubborn determination the minstrel keeps her grip and rights herself, finding uncertain footing as she races up the tail, every other step an agony that fuels her charge toward Jaegar's spiked back, net in hand. A sharp whistle, intending to catch the dragon's attention and trigger her spell, comes from Satoshi as she reaches the niche between his wings and whips around suddenly, releasing the net in a wide swing and sending it sailing outward to tangle around his jaws. Following in the net's wake is her own blood, pulled from her gaping wound, frozen by her music, and sharpened into a barrage of spears aimed for Jaegar's vulnerable neck.
Thea gave 1 Pixie Sunrise-surprise to Ginger.
Jolie ganced around to Faramond. "For an emergency chair, you sure are bossy."
Ginger said, "Well, she's trying to neck with him. That's a stunning turn of events."
Faramond said to Jolie, "I just don't want your arms or face moving into someplace we both might find uncomfortable, I'm trying to be a seat helper."
Jolie said, "Aaaand Satoshi brings new meaning to the phrase ' a chill up the spine', in a yes, Ginger, stunning move destined to net results!"
Ginger said, "Of course, what woman doesn't want the man to just shut up for once. She wants her say, and she's gonna say it!! The real question is. . .how long will he let her remain on top?"
Nemisis said, "She is a true warrior"
Jolie patted the gruesome objecxt in her lap. She said to it, "Why the long face?" The head stared at her. Her thumb worked its mouth again, "Cause, Jolie - I ain't got no body."
Jolie said to it, "You needs hands.."
Jolie 's severed head replied, "To hold someone you care for."
Faramond frowned, murmuring, almost as with the head, "No body's got me." The rogue placed the cigarette back into his lips, taking a deep drag before displaying his lip skill, that almost famous smoke heart blowing out into the air aboive the arena, nicely formed, though the winds soon carried it away.
Ginger said to Faramond, "I have my eye on you."
Jaegar feels fully the throbbing ache set upon him by the wound in his shoulder, the small stinging sensations that consume the minuscule cuts and marred flesh of his larger form aided more so by the chilling air around him. The arena cooling, there is no true sky above and the dragon's pondering for the very solution to his pains are halted with the sensation he's known only once before, footsteps, on his body. The scales shift slightly and the spikes along his back tense his entire head lurching about to find the whistle. It's a possibly fatal action, the drake's spiked crown deflecting the first of the flying spears even as the net drops catching the top of his head and twisting it earthwards. The very aid of the net is a miracle no doubt, a few of those sanguine implements impacting into the earth or clattering off his scales; two do as the magus has wished, one narrowly avoiding the drake's left eye and burying into the soft fleshy bit of the skin just beside it, and the other finds an awkward angle in his throat, cutting short a bugle that comes due to the first of the implement's success. Jaegar's enraged body tears free of the net with no show of skill, but raw ferocity, shredding the fibers with quick action of his claws. The dragon spins towards his presumably retreating foe with a heavy breath and a slight limp to his gait. This doesn't seem a great hindrance as he extends those massive wings, despite the ache and upon catching the turbulent winds does the drake of storms give a mighty push. The flex and flap of those wings is not enough to get the dragon airborne but it whips the winds about him channeling them into a blast of more shrapnel as he manages to propel a few miscellaneous items towards the kit vampire and reveal others to the drake. It's rage over clear thought for the dragon now, half-blinded already his aim and even his sight is further skewed due to blood and pain from the attack of the Ice Queen. His maw is used like another hand as he hefts a fearsome and rusted trident from the earth agitating his wounds as he ends his chase with the settling of spikes upon his back. The charged particles around them from the tempest creating the electric charge to which the elemental drake cries. The trident becomes his focus, sizzling against his maw and sending small visible tracers of electricity over his form and dancing to the spikes to be channeled further. It's with a roar previously unheard that Jaegar releases his attack, a furious explosion of lighting that dances from the very tips of the trident, three large bolts of lighting straying through the maelstrom of energy-primed sand The dragon's remaining good eye relieved of it's membrane so he might focus clearly as he can upon the target willing it with his tired form towards the Queen of Frostmaw.
Jolie hummed along to the tune, swaying the head in the opposite direction to her own, while her green gaze once more turned from all distraction and back to the fight in the ring, though she'd mutter to Faramond first. "You're just a gigolo."
Ginger pops another into the empty socket.
Faramond blinked at Jolie, grunting as he rubbed at his waist, "How... Am I a gigolo?"
Jolie refrians from mentioning the throbbing. And the short bugle. "Oh boy, what a comeback he's made - the power that he's supplying is electrifying alright! What a shocking twist in the tail of this momentus battle between kit and reptile."
Jolie said to Faramond, "Everywhere you go, people know the part you're playing."
Ginger blinks a few times to make sure her eyes are working correctly. "And the one-eyed monster fires three bursts of energy before he finishes his attack."
Faramond said to Jolie, "Yet everywhere I go, I have not slept with these women... I am still flirtatious, do not get me wrong, Jolie... I am far from a gigolo these days."
Ginger gave 1 eyeballs to Jolie.
Faramond said to Ginger, "You like one-eyed things, don't you?" Faramond offered her the eyeball she had given him, "I bet you call this one eye Willy, don't you?"
Ginger said to Jolie, "You can keep an eye on him, too, now."
Ginger said to Faramond, "Nope, that's Lefty. . ."
Jolie said to Ginger, "I'm not sure whether he's AC or DC, but that that prong of his ...what?" She looked to the head. "We're out of rum, already?""
Ginger said to Jolie, "Well, I'd heard that four out of five dentists choose trident for dental health."
Jolie said to Ginger, "I wouldn't stick my finger in his socket, that's for sure."
Jolie added, thoughtfully, "Perhaps a fork.."
Jolie said, "I need a drink.."
Ginger said, "Selling hard liquor!! Limited quantities, but decent selections." Thea whispered something to Rheven.
Satoshi 's descent off the dragon is less grace and more a barely controlled fall of narrow misses with other spikes. Still, the kit does manage to reach the ground in relatively one piece, albeit that eternally unworking arm and now a leg that loudly protests against her weight. Crouched where she is, Satoshi is left to endure the strike of wind and tempest-borne items set upon her by the drake, only able to curl in on herself to reduce the size of target she makes and lessen just how many items tear and bludgeon her. Jaegar's abandoned breastplate is one of these objects, plowing into the kit and, in an ironic twist of fate, enveloping her tiny frame beneath its protective surface, sparing Satoshi further assault and giving her a chance to gather her wits. The crackle of building electricity is felt by her, a sensation she's familiar with and far from fond of, awakening that old fear of the element enough to make her curl further in on herself. Poised as she is, Satoshi spies a glass bottle and pouch beside her hand and a moment taken to skim their labels just before Jaegar's lightning trio strikes the breastplate-turned shield. For the most part, the electricity arcs off the armor, repelled by the dragonscales Jaegar chooses to wear. But there is still metal beneath those scales, enough to coax some of the lightning down to deliver a series of mind-numbing shocks to the hidden foxkin. Snarling in pain and fear, Satoshi rears up, hurling the breastplate away before stooping to take hold of an improvised weapon: a simple mop, still wet from its last job. With words from the cryomancer, the mop's head freezes solid and Satoshi smirks up at the hovering dragon. "Open wide, Scales~," the magus calls, twirling the mop handle as she gives it a swing, its frozen tendrils striking the waiting vessels at Satoshi's feet and sending them barreling through the air toward Jaegar's maw. A sharp word from the kit orders the contents of the bottle to erupt, glass shredding the accompanying pouch in the process, and thus... the drake will have to deal with a dose of Love Potion as well as a hefty cloud of Pixie Dust as they explode in the air above his head.
Jolie saluted her thanks to Thea, but snatched the beverage away from that sundered cranium in her lap, explaining: "I won't let it go to my head."
Rheven whispered something to Thea.
Ginger said, "Truly, love is a weapon of mass destrution. . .is that even allowed?"
Jolie just stared at Tiphareth, not even wanting to know where 'Boat Nectar' comes from. But the fight! She let out a whoop of dismay to see Satoshi limping, "The Ice Queen has hardly a leg to stand on, yet she'd delivered a message in a bottle that dragon won't soon forget!"
Jolie said to Ginger, "She could very well have just mopped the floor with his heart."
Ginger said to Satoshi, "QUit playing games with his heart. . .I mean, show him the meaning of being lonely. . .er, it's tearing up his heart when he's with you. . .agh, I give up."
Jolie said to Ginger, "She should stop dragon his heart around."
Ginger said to Jolie, "Well, love -is- a battlefield."
Thea said to Ginger, "You give love a bad name."
You said, "What's love got to do with it?"
Jolie said to you, "Love is all you need."
Ginger said, "She better hurry before he's lost that lovin' feeling."
Ginger said to you, "Can't you feel the love tonight?"
Faramond said to Ginger, "Now it's gone, gone, gone!"
Ginger said to Faramond, "Everybody loves somebody sometimes."
Tiphareth said, "That's the way love goes..."
Ginger said, "His heart will go on."
Jolie said to Ginger, "Wise men say: only fools rush in.."
Jaegar sagged in sight to the rather poor effect of the last of his elemental magics, finding them almost disheartening. He is resolved to fight on despite his flagging frame as it were and as Satoshi wields her weapon does the drake release the Trident from his mouth, a desperate plan of defense in his mind. The colder climates, his secondary enemy, aided by the raging tempest he once used as a friend makes him shiver, shortening the breath which he attempts to take in at the attack from the kit, his roared flame missing the mark due to his body's desire to protect the remainder of his eyesight, blinding him to the small implements. Thus the dragon finds himself warmed briefly if only before having his skull doused in the fluids of the love potion and not but seconds after, showered in pixie dust.
Tiphareth said, "All this love talk is confusing; I want to know what love is."
Ginger begins crooning, "When a drake loves a kitty!!"
Jolie said, "The dragon's dusted! But will he sparkle in the sunshine of his love?""
Jolie said to Ginger, "With Satoshi's fluids all over him, there's no way that powder won't get sticky."
Jolie thinks Jaeger, really, has just been asking for it. =P
Ginger said, "Eeeh. . .that's dirty. . .'"
Ginger said, "Hear that folks. . .The cat gets to eat crow tonight."
Ginger said, "And the crow is covered in love juice. . .which is not acceptable."
Jolie said to the head, "Don't get jealous now." And hooted congratulations to the Snow Maiden.
Satoshi 's not eating crow, turkey, and most definitely not dragon, but that doesn't mean she abandons the opening she's just been given by Jaegar's potion-and-dust-induced pause. The mop is readily abandoned in favor of a warhorn that tumbles, wind-blown, along the ground at her shaky feet. Another whistle escapes the kit, catching the befuddled dragon's devoted attention as she takes a deep breath and raises the horn to her lips. A blast of noise erupts from the horn then, the ice magic laced into the sound almost tangible as it rolls toward Jaegar, calling into action the blood and chill beneath his scales all at once in a single, violent pulse. With a jerk, the drake collapses in a thunderous heap, muscles locked and brain stunned into unconsciousness by the assault upon his system by... well, his own system. With that, Satoshi simply slumps to her good knee, finally giving into her injuries.
Roytoc smiled wide, he knew the Ice Queen would win, he stood up and began clapping for her. If only Aritriel had been here to see it, Roytoc stopped and thought. Why was he wishing for Aritriel instead of his fiancée Trayial, he shook the disturbing thoughts from his mind and began clapping again. It had been a good one all right, and he had utterly enjoyed the whole thing. He whistles at different clapping intervals.
Satoshi manages a bow to the crowd despite her messy kneel.
Svilfon staggers to his feet as the dragon falls. He stumbles a few steps closer and raises his last glass of rum to Satoshi, "You and me next time, champion!" He grins his lop-sided smile before finishing off his glass and slumping back into the chair.
Svilfon also mutters something about an ugly dwarf owing him five hundred gold.
Satoshi salutes Svilfon, not hearing his words over the wind.
Jolie drags her drunk ass, her head and the skull she pilfered out of there. Probably to find that rum she'd run out of.
Jolie said to Maladroit, "C'mon, you." Over her shoulder she called to Thea, "Girl's night out, soon."
Thea said to Jolie, "Aye. A bachelorette party mayhaps."
Tipharth stands from his seat and applauds Satoshi as he proceeds down the long stairway to the arena. The Patron approaches the Snow Queen a large jingling satchel at his side. A wave of his hand sends the windy sorcery fading to a mild breeze as he drops the bag at Satoshi's feet. "Lets hear it for our victor this evening, Queen Satoshi!"
Svilfon opens one eye and looks at Thea, "I'm available for 'entertainment'. Cheap, too." He grins, before resuming his drunken slumber. Svilfon does manage to cheer Satoshi.
Roytoc continued to clap, and cheer.
Thea chuckles to Svilfon, "Cheap huh? I do have this tho...nevermind. I don't think it would be quite your size." She says with a wink then turns to her fiancé once more.
Vaali keeps her eyes trained upon Satoshi and the defeated dragon as she stands, pulling her hood down over her face as she turns for the exit. She'll have to wait for others to start leaving in order to slip pass the guards unnoticed, she was lucky to get in without being caught.
Satoshi struggles to her feet as she accepts the bag, saluting Tiphareth around it. "Always a pleasure playing here, Eldermage~."
Gustav stands up, a wry smile having found a place upon his lips, and begins to clap. It was a wonderful battle to watch, but the outcome he had already known. The Ice Queen was victorious.
Svilfon shakes his head as he opens his eys. He struggles once more to his feet and looks for Tiph. Upon finding the eldermage he smiles, "I think I want you to teach me that when we next meet." He indicates the dying wind, before tipping his hat to the patron drow. "For now, rest." With another salute to Satoshi the wizard vanishes.
Jaegar manages to finally come round again, his body aching, his head throbbing, the dragon is less than pleased, as proven when he ensnares and viciously attacks a departing patron. The event is short and as he turns his large head back towards the audience a leg is all that remains dangling from his jaws. Another extended bite and the drage swallows huffing a plume of sulfur and grimacing at the pain in his throat. He snorts, and then suddenly sneezes.. body reverting to his humanoid form that is just as injured if more clearly than the dragon one. " ..Fecking pixie dust... " He sneezes again, slowly standing with a hand pressed to his shoulder. There is enough magic left in him to clothe himself and thus he keeps from blinding or embarrassing any patrons. Waving silently towards Satoshi, with a bloodied hand before he glances towards the exit.