The fourth battle of Round One, the [MagusFerox] BattleArena Tournament.
Back to the Standings

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[Kememmótar] walked in and sat down cross legged.
Daraon Suddenly flew in and lited upon his shoulder. Arching its neck it seemed to be whispering to him. [Kememmótar] stood up, a cruel grin on his face. Giving Daraon a shove he let the little dragon fly away. Clapping his hands together the arena was engulfed in Darkness. "You dont wish to show when your supposed there fore you shall face me in my element."

[Canthlian] enters through the doorway and blinks in the darkness. "Helloo..... what's this?" Streaking a hand through the inky blackness, he looks curiously at it. "Interesting." Raising his voice slightly, he calls out, "Oh Dark_fire? I'm here now. Ready?"

A slight shimmering glint was the only indication of [Kememmótar]'s blade streaming towards [Canathlian]'s head. A sudden pressure is placed behind his ankle as its scooped oout from under him.

[Canthlian] throws his hands back as he falls and plants them on the ground. Kicking up his legs, he manages to slam his boots against the hilt of [Kememmótar]'s blade, deflecting it harmlessly upwards. Rolling to the side, he retreats for a few metres before jumping to his feet. "Good trick!" Putting his hand out to one side, he calls his quarterstaff from where he left it by the door.

There is a clank as the staff is suddnly knocked upwards slightly. A dull thud is heard as [Kememmótar] kicks the back of the staff, causing it to rocket towards [Canthlian]'s head. The only warning avalible is that of whistling air.

[Canthlian] twitches as he hears the sound of the air. Turning in it's direction, he stares into the darkness. Suddenly, the staff comes hurtling out into his vision and slams into his forehead, knocking him back a few metres.
as he stumbles back A slight glint reveals flying steal aimed at his head.

[Canthlian] sees the glint of light and rolls to his left, pushing himself up as he goes. Running backwards, he looks around carefully for the next attack.

A cruel laugh fills the room. Suddenly [Canthlian] finds his legs trap, pinned to gether bye [Kememmótar]s vice lick legs. Giving a upwards summersault lifting [Canthlian]from the ground with increasing momentum . Suddenly [Kememmótar] released him.

[Canthlian] flies up on the air for a few metres before starting to fall. During this time, he quickly puts together a momentum spell. Releasing it as he starts to drop, he angles away from [Kememmótar] and collides with the dirt right above where his quarterstaff lay. Grabbing it, he sumersaulted up. "Time to cast a little light on this situation!" Quickly swinging the staff around, he completes a full circle and starts to dispel the darkness.

"Ahh ingenious move my freind but this is one darkness that will not die.!!!!!!" The darkness grew cold and damp, it rolled back inwards toward [Canthlian] over whelming the light with is putrid dpths. A strange fetid smell rolled from it assailing the elves sences. "This is the only true night!! the coplete absense of light sound and life!!. A whistling is heard as [Kememmótar]'s sword flew at [Canthlian]

[Canthlian] swings his staff up, deflecting the sword. "Everything has it's weakness! We'll see if it can die or not." Running backwards from [Kememmótar], [Canthlian] starts cycling through one spell after another to find the one to clear the darkness from the arena.

Well if you need light so bad then here!!!!!" The arena suddely filled with a brilliant light that flooded out every shadow.

[Canthlian] shuts his eyes tightly as they adjust, opening them as quickly as he can before the next attack comes...

[Kememmótar]'s arm wraps around [Canthlian]'s throat and the sword blade is swung at his knees.

[Canthlian] yelps as the blade strikes his knees, leaving a deep cut across one leg. Smashing a hand back up, he breaks [Kememmótar]s hold on his neck and limps back quickly to regroup.

Staggering from the blow [Kememmótar] regained his composure. Swinging his sword up he then ran at [Canthlian] again with increasing speed. Just as he reached the limping youth he veered from his course.

[Canthlian] swings around and sticks out his hand, brandishng his staff, "Alright... now to face each other on equal terms!" Swinging his staff up, he projects a telekinetic blast towards [Kememmótar]'s legs, attempting to knock him off his feet.

The blast hits [Kememmótar] and he dropps. Hitting the ground he lept back up. LAnding with one leg slight before his left ever so slightly. Changing his grip on the sword it, he reached into his Bandolier.

[Canthlian] swings his staff up on his shoulders and around the back of his neck. "Come on... I can take ya!"

His han becomes a blur as it whips out of the bandolier, a streak of silver fliing from it towards [Canthlian]

[Canthlian] dives down and curves under the trajectory of the knife. Coming up after it passes, he wields his staff and grins wildly. "That all you've got?"

[Kememmótar] grins as there is a sharp klink as the knife rebounds of the wall and heads back towards [Canthlian]

[Canthlian] frowns at the chink of metal; against stone. Tilting his head, to the side, he listens carefull;y. Suddenly spinning, he raises his arms to protect his face, yelping loudly as the knife cuts a long streak across his right arm. "Ah! That's IT!" Being careful of his arm, he turns back to [Kememmótar] and lifts the end of his staff upwards, preparing a spell...
Racing in [Kememmótar] knocked the staff upwards and had his sword at [Canthlian]'s throat before he could finish the spell. With one arm holding off the staff and the other arm with the sword at his throat [Kememmótar] grinned. His swords point had been neatly placed so that if [Canthlian] talked he would sever his own Adam's apple.

[Canthlian] glares at [Kememmótar] over the end of his nose. Pulling back his neck as far as it will go, he leaps backwards up into the air, kicking [Kememmótar]'s sword away, and landing several feet away, ready for the next attack.

With a laugh [Kememmótar] Waved his hand. Suddenly there were two swords in his hands. Leaping at [Canthlian] he Hooked a leg around [Canth's] ankle and yanked it out from under him. His twin swords were then locked around [Canthlian]'s neck like siscors, the only thing keepin his neck intact was [Kememmótar]'s knee.

[Canthlian] looks up at [Kememmótar] and grins. "Cold? You will be." Closing his eyes, he releases an ice nova he'd been preparing for the past minute or two, freezing [Kememmótar] in place and shattering both his swords into fragments. Pushing his feet down hard, he launches backwards and retrieves his staff from where it lay as [Kememmótar] thawed...

Suddenly the ice began to break apart Into great chunks. With a wicked laugh The ive erupted into black flames which were then sent hurtling at [Canthlian]'s Bent form. The sword flew back up into his hands and repaired them selves."Nice try"

[Canthlian] narrows his eyes at [Kememmótar]. "Fine then. You want to play it like that? Lets play it like that." Swinging his staff up, he slams the end of it down into the ground. From the base of his staff, thin tendrils of ice extend through the stone and start spreading throughout the arena.

Ignighting and enshrouding him self if feirce purple flames [Kememmótar] Charged [Canthlian], leaping over the frozen ground. With an expert twirl his two swords sung at [Canthlian]'s head while at the same moment [Kememmótar] went in for a low sweeping kick.

[Canthlian] leaps backwards, keeping his staff low as he does. Sumersaulting backwards, he deflects the swords as they strike his staff and lands a few feet away again. "That's IT? If you wanna play with magic, you've gotta do better then that!"

"Better than this eh? Then why are you the one retreating.?" [Kememmótar] laughed. Disapearing from [Canthlian]'s sight he came up from the ground behind him. Latching on to [Canthlian]'s legs he pulled him down into the ground up to his torso. Emerging the rest of the way from the earth [Kememmótar] pulled a crystal sphere from his multitude of pouches. A wicked grin splayed across his face.

[Canthlian] disappears all the way into the ground. Flipping around on the other side, he shoots back up out of it. Flying up past [Kememmótar], he grabs the crystal and smashes it in his hands. Flipping forwards, he lands behind [Kememmótar]. "Who said I was retreating? Eh?"

Laughing [Kememmótar] smiled as the crystal shatter. A foul vapor sweeled up from the broken crystal's depths encloaking, suffocating, and piosoning [Canthlian]. Blinded by the deadly smoke he could not see the twin blades closing around him as [Kememmótar]closed in.

[Canthlian] coughs and chokes as the gas invades his lungs. Curling up slightly, he suddenly bursts back into full attention as a wave of air blasts out from his body, dispersing the gas and knocking [Kememmótar] away from him. "That was NOT nice!"

Landing lightly on his feet [Kememmótar] grinned. "Who said anything about being nice?" Sudden his hand flicked out and a sliver streak shot towards [Canthlian]'s throat.

[Canthlian] curves back and around the streak as it passes him. Shooting out his hand, he grabs it before it goes out of range. Staring at it, he drops it to the ground. "If that's the way you want to play it..." Swinging around, Canth raises his arms and throws a ball of ice at [Kememmótar]

With a laugh [Kememmótar] crouched down letting the ice ball pass over head. jumping forward He brought his twin swords above his head in an down ward arc aimed at [Canthlian]'s skull.

[Canthlian] dives forward, through [Kememmótar]'s legs. Hooking DF's ankles with his feet, he rolles back up into a standing position as [Kememmótar] falls to the ground.

Hitting the groud hard [Kememmótar] grunted. Leaping back up to hs feet he growled. Sending his right foot int the air he launched a wick ick at [Canthlian]'s chest whil bring his swords in lice a giant vice.

Canth kicks his foot up and slams it against [Kememmótar]'s, pushing hard against it and out of the range of his swords. "Oh come on! I know you've got better then that in your bag of tricks!"

Dropping to the ground [Kememmótar] Swept out his leg connecting with [Canthlian]'s. Swinging out his other foot he kicked at [Canthlian]'s face while he was off balance.

[Canthlian] pulls his face back and falls over backwards. Balling up, he rolls half his body length, then shoots out his legs at the ground, forcing himself back into a standing position.

As [Canthlian] regained his balance, [Kememmótar] planted bothe hands on the ground and locked his legs around [Canthlian]'s neck. Pushing upwards with his right hand he then gave himself a tremondous Spin, twisting his whole body around.

Mulciber enters the arena, and stops the fight. "Excellent fight, you both did very well. I've totaled your points, Dark_fire has 290 and Canthlian has 330 points. Congratulations, Canthlian. You'll be going on to RoundTwo#2 , and Dark_fire, you may take part in the Consolation battle for a prize if you so choose. Thanks for playing!"

[Canthlian] wheels back up to a standing position as [Kememmótar] releases his legs. ".... I won. Yipes. That's a first." Turning, he bows to DF. "Good fight. You almost had me several times."

Shaking his head unbelievingly [Kememmótar] laughs. Holding his hand out to [Canthlian] He grins "Well fought. It seems that im going soft aroung the edges. This easy living must be doing it."