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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 10:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 10:53 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 11:12 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 1:53 pm
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The sound of each footstep was minimal, and the flowing of the wind around the arena was also near nothing. It was calm, and it was peaceful. That Peace and quiet was about to end. The soft ground was trembling lightly, as the air began to turn grey with both fear and anticipation of what was to come. Small animals began to run away, there lives more important then watching the eclectic fighting of the warriors. Through the calm of the forest, the feeling of decay and destruction was approaching. All the larger animals began to run away as well, the birds in the trees leaving in flocks, not a single sound left in the woods, besides the sound of the water calmly flowing down its stream, predetermined to continue flowing, its will unchanging. The silence continued, as the sky began to cry. Rain flowing down softly over the tops of the trees, dew forming on the top of the short grass that covered the ground.
The bright greens and beauty within the forest began to fade, turning a darker color, the premonition of impending hate was now more severe then ever as the dark sky turned pure black. It was as if it was night, although the sun was shining overhead, a black sun, the darkness of the world reveling itself in this terrain. The Fate of Tysulir was about to change forever.
"The redolence of the sky is soothing is it not?" The echo of a husky and gruff speech broke the eerie silence, yet by talking, an baleful feeling returned. It was Teran, the child of both light and darkness, his arms crossed over his shirtless body, his loose black jeans hanging down slightly, the brawn of his shoulders extending down his arms was immense. He had been gaining heft through the years of hell he had went through.
Through the grace of his movements, the man appeared next to Tysulir, it seemed as though only a moment had passed, the extreme speed that he possessed had not made him break a sweat, his expressionless face staring into the blue eyes of Tysulir. The darkness around Teran was overtaking, its monumental influence more then ever imagined from such a pure soul.
"Shall we begin?" The reverberation of his voice beyond normal comprehension, the expressionless face forming into a smirk, his white teeth soaked in crimson death.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 2:25 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 8:55 pm
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Hearing his voice. The damned voice of the mentor turned enemy, it both infuriated and disturbed the person within the beast that stood before Tysulir. The rain falling over his chest, the cold wind crawling over his skin, the soothing feeling that it gave, it not for the fact that he was in a fight, he would close his eyes, and wait for death. Today was not a day for relaxation though, with distraught eyes wide open, to both Tysulir, and to the worsening world, a long and forced sigh dragged through Teran's throat. Turning his head to the side, ajar slightly without much care, the air was getting colder, his breath showing as he took in deep breaths. The extent of the power of his opponent was great, yet his strategies were not well thought out. An upfront attack to someone of Teran's skill was just moronic. Breathing was starting to become difficult, as if he was beginning to be strangled, the darkness in his body choking him. Coughing vigorously, he bent over and threw up, a bright white light began to shine through his teeth. He was expelling the light in his body.
Icicles were very fast, and with the amount of magic the rebele leader possessed, they were nimble and immediate. Teran lifted his head, not noticing the ice while the light went away, yet as it approached, he opened his mouth broadly, the sound of cracking bone so loud, that it cracked the water that was freezing from the cold air. A blast of light shot from Teran's mouth, and destroyed all of the ice heading at him, not all of the ice was destroyed, just those heading in his direction. It was as though Teran had expected this, the quick use of his light both beneficial to Teran, but also deadly to Tysulir, which the blast of light was heading directly towards, the speed not that of his icicles, but far more powerful.
Now back on his legs, the swarthy soul of the beast was groaning for blood, begging to be fed as it reached out to Tysulir. Teran could only suffice and do as it wished, taking holy slayer from its hilt, and holding it in his left hand, knowing that Tysulir's swordsmanship was great, he would need all of his skill. Cracking the knuckles in his right hand, he launched a blast of jet black desolation towards the man in the air, a smile over his face as he ensured the destruction of everything in and around the enemy. The screaming that was sure to come would be music to Teran's ears, hopefully fueling the ever widening blood lust that he possessed, however unlikely it was to actually work.
The black fog around Teran's feet was beginning to grow, mixing with the mist that was created from Tysulir, it was making a dark grey mist around the forest, although it appeared that both of them were still visable through this mist. It made breathing difficult, although visibility was barely effected from this traitorous fog. Slashing with his gigantic blade, a blast of darkness began to approach the rebel slowly, spinning and twisting rapidly, its movement wild and unpredictable, although its target was very clear.
"I can see your true colors. Inside...inside you are black like me..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 1:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 1:14 am
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Through the vast knowledge of water, and fundamental wisdom that was involved with it, it seemed as though Tysulir had the support of the ocean. Not only was the ocean with him, but every lake stream and puddle in the world. Looking at the bandit that stood before him, surrounded by the sea that protected him in a blanket of soothing destruction, a bit of self pity began to overwhelm the lesser man. Is that what it is like to fight with such skill... I wish I had that much control of my darkness. What seemed like a fortress of water, not only a wall, something much larger, something far more consuming, and lastly, something impressive, even to the hero of the former world. even so... an attack like that will need some more... umph... to defeat me. The water approached quickly, causing the trees and the ground to break, and to become drenched. Charging forward, the beast used a trick that originally used light. A bubble surrounded Teran, although very small, it barely covered his body. The darkness had just enough strength to stop the water from drowning him, as it passed over him, battering him against the broken trees like a pinball, causing the bubble to pop, also causing Teran to become drenched in water, cuts going up and down his back, from scraping against fallen trees. "Never again... I will never underestimate your strength again Tysulir. But, that does not mean that you can hit me again!"
Tysulir's pursuit towards the other man was unpredictable, it seemed as though he was going to do an onslaught of damage to his opponent, he would be excellent with the darkness element. With Teran's large blade, The unrelenting Tysulir would surely feel regret for his falsely thought out dream of defeating a sword master with a dagger. With a swift move to the side, one of the daggers was completely avoided, while the other was blocked with holy slayer, a spewing darkness emitting from the blade, although causing no actual damage, the visual effects would cause slight a slight blur to vision for a moment also resulting in a numbing effect to the body, almost a paralysis, as the darkness tried to get in. This would no nothing besides distract Tysulir from the incoming doom.
With the arena now filled with water, the chances of getting out dry were gone. The soaking wet Teran was infuriated, thrusting off his shirt, allowing his albino chest to show his newly gained muscles as well as the leather strap in which the hero's blade rested in, with the sheath ingeniously tied to the back of it. In a second, Teran was gliding across the water, his feet slightly above the ground, darkness underneath them, not actually touching the water. His hand was struck outward with what seemed to be an orb. this sphere was growing quickly, and in an instant, a bit away from Ty, it shrunk instantly to minuscule size. Moments later, a black beam launched from Teran's open palm, headed straight for Tysulir, while Teran continued his pursuit forward, slashing at his head, a cleave to cut the man in two vertically. The blank stare of the demon kept its gaze on the shining azure crystals that were Tysulir's eyes through the entire attack, not leaving them for an instant. The ominous black glow around him glowing the entire time.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 9:03 pm
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"Wana make a bet on that Teran?" Tysulir asked as he pushed hard against the sword that was blocking his one dagger."Got'cha." he thought as he felt the blade store in some of the kinetic energy from contact with the sword. Tysulir, having read up on dark magic basics knew that it could easily induce a visionary blocking status on someone too close to it, he however had not hear of numbing before. His eyes were like fogged lenses for some time. Hearing the rustling of clothing Ty figured that Teran probably hated the fact he was dripping wet. He started to feel a slight loss of feeling within his arm and hand. "Nice trick. Though when I can see again you are going to have a real blast." To compensate for his visionary fail for the moment he stood on the waters surface and felt the air with most of his mental power. Reaching out with his mind on the air he was able to practically see his target, or at least the disruptions in the air he made with his fast gliding. He quickly made a slicing motion with each of his blades and the long overly wide sleeves of his tunic fell into the water and drifted elsewhere as Teran's motions were being monitored. Noting that his opponent would not close in any further meant that a long range attack was headed for Ty. Blinking to restore his vision faster he started to make the final preparations for his counter attack. The air around whatever was near Teran's hand shrunk, the air rushed to fill the space, this meant that the attack would be a condensed ball attack or a beam. Also, it was going to be fast.
Since he still had a few inches of water under his feet he decided to use them to his advantage. he dragged himself under the water and lay flat under the surface on the ground. Right as a black beam nearly took off his head. Quickly, hoping to not lose his surprise advantage as the beam continued, He half swam half used water to push himself underneath Teran and further still to arrive behind his possible rival. He quickly rose from the water in a standing position again and shook the water out out of his hair, the large white bandanna of his fell off in the process. "Well that was refreshing, though now I think it's time to finish my trap." He said as he made the edges of the large pool of water rise into a large circular wall, about seven feet high, that closed in the large four inch deep pool. Once the walls were high enough they became ice, sealing the water within this area. "Now that your in my pool I guess its time to really show you the meaning of a splash fight." He said as the water within the large ice began to churn and from under Teran a the water ripped upward in a geyser like action, threatening to knock him into the air a few feet. Making the walls of this cell had not given Ty the chance to move in for a frontal assault, so this was going to have to be his first strike while in the water arena.
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