This round officially opens the Member's Choice Tournament!
We have seventeen participants all vying to see which fighter is the best! We wish all of our contestants the best of luck!
This round features a traditional Coliseum match. There will be no special surprises for the first round to get everyone comfortable with the matches. The winner contestant moves on to the next match, the losing member will be given a consolation prize. In the event that this match does last until the end date, the members will decide which members moves on. There is a 3 day [72 hours] time limit between posts.
She had to stop in front of the gates that led to the arena to ask herself what on earth it was that she was doing.
How was this going to help her? How was this going to get her home? How was this going to lead her back to Anna? The questions swirled around her mind like the storm that plagued her heart, only adding to the pounding that she could hear in her ears as she stood behind the great, stone doors, the sounds of a cheering crowd beyond just barely slipping through the crack between them. She clasped her hands over her front, holding them at her waist as she'd been trained to do since she was a child, learning the ways of court etiquette and royal mannerisms. They didn't stay there for long, though. She wasn't ordinarily drawn to something like this: fights, tournaments, challenges. She had no desire to fight anyone. She had only been looking for a way off this dusty, ancient world when she'd come across the Coliseum, entered the open forum and found the invitation hanging from banners along the walls. She'd ignored the looks she'd received: people crowding around her as she stood, reading the banners in the forum, eyes trailing down her lavish dress, fingers pointing at the glitter cape that billowed at her back, whispers rising through the air, asking whether she was a foreign dignitary from some far off land or perhaps something more. Children asked their mothers and fathers if she was a goddess. Though most shook their heads, it was hard to deny that there was indeed something supernatural about this blue-clad woman: if anything, the thin trail of ice that followed her journey from the town beyond the gates, into the forum and, eventually, up into the Coliseum left most of those standing outside watching, either awe-struck or disbelieving, as Elsa disappeared behind the first set of stone doors.
She wasn't sure what it had been, exactly, that had convinced her to go through with it in the end. Perhaps it had been her meagre performance in Twilight Town that had given her that last, instantaneous burst of self-confidence that had allowed her to put her name down as a participant. Or, perhaps, it was the idea in her head that she might be able to secure passage from this place with one of the combatants if she was able to impress them, or even defeat them. Either way, she'd signed her name, and now she found herself standing before these doors, listening to the crowds on the other side chant various slogans and names, even hearing her own sweep through the rotating selection of exclamations once or twice -- these people knew nothing about her, why would they be cheering for her? -- and gripped her hands together tightly before letting them back to her side, fingers twitching.
The doors opened, grinding away at the stone of the building against which they had rested, shining a blinding light into Elsa's eyes. She screwed them shut before the hooting and cheering of the crowd forced her to open them again, casting her eyes to the stands that rose up on either side of a long, rectangular arena. Men, women and children, all dressed in varying styles of white and gold tunics and robes adorned the stands, most on their feet, shouting and cheering and whistling at her as she appeared before them. The door on the other side of the arena was still firmly shut. She took a long, deep breath, steeling herself, before walking forward onto the sandstone arena.
"Ladies and gentlemen," shouted a voice from above. "Please welcome our first contender for today's match! From the faraway kingdom of A- Aren... Arendelley, this is ELSA, QUEEN OF ICE AND SNOW! Whatever either of those are..."
The cheers and hoots of the crowd erupted as she left her alcove, moving towards the edge of the larger, flatter rectangle of stone in the centre as the Satyr had instructed her, long before she'd stopped paying attention to his rambling, 'two-word' advice that was never two words and equally as unhelpful. But perhaps it was her mood, not the creature's good intentions, that made her so unreachable. Even now, as she came to a stop at the edge of the arena, her hands clenched at her sides in preparation, fighting to control her breathing and keep her ever-present fear at bay, she couldn't help but let visions from her last battle flare up.
Burning buildings, broken bodies, blood-lined streets. Cloud, as he left her side, sliding through the legs of a dark creature and sending it back towards her, forcing her to skewer the thing with her magic. Forcing her to fight, even if she hadn't wanted to. Even if the only thing she'd wanted to do was get as far away as she could, before her uncontrollable powers did even more damage than had already been done. And yet, even when she was drawn into the conflict by his actions and attacked the Heartless summoned by another before, quite suddenly, it was all over, she realized, as only two of the five Heartless disappeared, how much her abilities suffered under her lack of control, how little she'd been able to help the people of that town in what surely must have been their darkest hours.
She narrowed her eyes.
Perhaps that was another reason why she'd entered the tournament.
To get stronger.
To make sure that, should the day come that she ever saw anything like that ever again, she'd be able to stop it. That she'd be able to prevent people from suffering like those in Twilight Town had.
"ELSA! ELSA! ELSA!" screamed the crowd.
She tilted her head up and smiled thinly at the throngs of people gathered on either side of the arena as they chanted her name. She was sure that they those who had bet on her were doing so purely by chance -- she'd never been to this world before, and thus none of its inhabitants would know anything about her... except, perhaps, those that had seen her icy trail outside. Either way, she was appreciative of the support. Perhaps their enthusiasm could make up for her own dubiousness.
She turned her gaze to the door at the other end of the arena as a loud grinding noise caught her attention, even through the raucous of the crowd. Without even noticing it, or the excited gasps of the crowd, snow had begun to fall in a small radius around Elsa, slowly beginning to cover the area beneath her feet in a light, fluffy layer of white.
1. Elsa's apprehension about the battle activates her Flurry ability, which causes snow to fall as if from nowhere around her. This reflects her emotions but otherwise does no damage nor does it dramatically affect the surrounding area. Passive ability.
A lone man clad in armor stood upon the observation deck of the Alexander, a colossal carrier ship that was the flagship of the Archadian 12th Fleet. The looked down at all the men and women working so the ship may fly properly. It's one thing to navigate a normal small aircraft like a Remora, but the Alexander, required a crew of people for even the smallest tasks. As well it didn't help that the large ship was also using new technology to fly into new frontiers. The man in armor stood as he looked out the front windows only to see the black expanse of space, the new frontier.
A man came up behind the lone armored man saying, "Your Honor we are almost to your destination would you like to warm up or prepare sir?" The man in armor shook his head saying, "That won't be necessary dismissed." At that point they both exchanged salutes. The armored man was in fact the commander of the Alexander and non other than the Judge Magister Zargabaath.
Zargabaath had always been a loyal entity to the Archadian Empire, and of course when news of a large tournament spread to Ivalice it was only fitting that he represent the Empire. It was not only for his rank, but also for his fighting prowess. The man had undergone years of military training, making him one of if not the best fighter left within the Archadian military. The Judge Magister turned back to stare back out the windows of the large flagship. It was only recently that, the large ship was able to fly past just Ivalice, all thanks to new technology.
The Judge had never been to this world he was visiting before, though the same could be said for most worlds he would visit, but apparently the world he was to visit was an old rustic place that had a love for arena fighting. Zargabaath was a bit ancy as he did not usually travel beyond the confines of Archades, let alone his own planet, but he was excited. If he was too be bested so be it, but he would still fight honorably.
Finally outside the large windows a small yellowish speck could be seen. As well he could hear crew members calling out commands about approaching the planet. Another Archadian soldier approached the Judge. The Judge Magister turned and nodded at the soldier. "Your Honor, we are approaching the planet please come with me, we have a transport ship ready for you," The soldier replied to which the Judge nodded signalling for him to lead the way.
As the Judge Magister passed through various grey corridors he couldn't help but feel ready for battle as he finally approached the docking bay. From it he could see as the Alexander swooped down right over the Coliseum casting a shade over the entire place, as a few audience members pointed up to the large aircraft over head. Zargabaath was ready to fight.
The Judge Magister along with a few other basic soldiers all loaded up into an Atomos, as it shot off the main airship and started to drop down to the arena below. Sitting down Zargabaath quietly spoke to himself, "For the might of Archadia."
Finally the smaller aircraft hit ground as Zargabaath walked out followed by a few soldiers. Overhead he could hear someone say, "And I guess here is our next Combatant... It's that Archadian guy right....... Judge Zargabaath of the Archadian Empire this will be a fight."
The soldiers who had accompanied the Judge quickly found there way to front row seats, as the Judge himself observed his opponent. It was a lady, in a dress of sparkles. No weapon, that could either mean she's hiding one or she's a magic user. The Judge had his bets on the latter.
From his back the Judge flung his polearm into his hands as he broke it into his main and off-hand weapons. Behind him the Atomos started to raise into the air again as the Judge kept his gave fixed on his opponent as he moved into his position. This would hopefully be a good fight.
The Judge got into his fighting stance as he quickly cast shell on him, as he awaited his opponents first move.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Actions- 1) Shell- Just like protect except it creates a shell of anti-magic lessening the effects of magical spells cast on whoever shell is on. Lasts 2 posts [3 post CD]
Elsa watched as the door on the opposite end of the area ground to a halt, wide open, blackness staring back at her. Out of pure nervousness, she tensed, the snow around her falling a bit heavier as she braced herself for her opponent to emerge.
Her eyes pierced through the darkness on the other end of the arena, scanning for any signs of life, any signs of an opponent that she could find, apprehension building as every flick of her eyes revealed only more darkness and less about who she might be facing. Even the crowd was growing apprehensive now, the waves of cheers that had been spilling out her name into the hot, dusty air had quieted, curious eyes peering around the columns that lined the battle arena, towards the doors that stood open, revealing nothing. All of them — Elsa included — began to look around, confused.
Elsa felt a little stab of fear in her heart. What if her opponent had already emerged, used the spectacle as a trick… perhaps he or she was invisible, even. A spell, a mirage, a trick. There was no formal introduction between the combatants, as far as Elsa understood, so the battle began with whomever made the first strike… but as far as she could tell, she had no opponent whom she could strike, unless it was a trap, in which case she wound probably regret these few moments, standing on her end of the arena, contemplating the existence or lack thereof of such a foe.
Frost was beginning to spread from the soles of her feet, leaking down through the heels and toes of her shoes, made entirely of ice, to crawl across the dusty but flat stones beneath her. She scanned the arena one last time, before she raised her arms, growing more and more sure that she had missed something — when, just then, something bathed the entire Coliseum in shade.
Elsa watched as some of the audience began to look up. Arms flew into the air, fingers pointing. She blinked, following their gazes upward.
Her eyes widened at what they found. There, floating above the arena, was a machine the likes of which Elsa had never seen, could never have imagined, in terms of its sophistication, appearance and size most of all. She watched as something detached — or, perhaps, the right term would be undocked — from the mighty machine that hung in the air, another, smaller machine, which seemed to fall or fly — she couldn’t tell which, exactly — down towards the arena.
This is my opponent…? she thought, watching the second machine descend until, at last, it settled on the ground before her, the gust of the engines sending dust flying across the arena. A man, dressed in a heavy suit of intricate armour, led a small group of soldiers out of the doors that opened on the vessel. As the accompanying ranks headed for the stands and the announcer came back from above, calling out the name of her opponent — Judge Zargabaath of the Archadian Empire — she looked to the armoured man, sapphire-blue eyes gleaming in the harsh sun looming above.
It was far too hot, she decided… she could feel sweat already beginning to form on her forehead. Perhaps this was something she could remedy in her battle with this man…
The man pulled a weapon from his back — a long, pole-like thing — and broke it into two, holding the pieces in his hands. His machine fired back up, lifting off the ground and rising up to return to its mother vessel, which still loomed above the Coliseum, large enough to block most of the sky except a few rays of sunshine that snuck around the gleaming, metal exterior and shone through onto the arena.
She played with her fingers at her side. He entered a ready stance. She strode into the arena proper, taking a deep breath.
You can do this, Elsa… just stay focused and no one else will get hurt. If anything gets out of hand… conceal, don’t feel…
She narrowed her eyes and threw her hands up at the man. Without hesitating, icy magic erupted from her palms as she cast Blizzaga, bursting into a swirling blizzard that covered the entirety of the arena. Wintery winds, cold and harsh, roared as they swirled in great, arcing circles, growing in size and strength as they approached him, massive ice shards carried by the wind shining in the few rays of sunlight.
As her spell hurtled towards him, Elsa started to move off to the side, keen to take advantage of the time while his vision was most likely somewhat impaired by the raging storm headed straight for him. She raised one of her arms up towards the sky, pulling up a thick sheet of ice before as she did, continuing to move even once it had been conjured. She pointed back at it with a finger, using her magic to send it sliding across the dusty arena floor at him, aimed in such a way if it connected, it would hit his body and its curved nature would ensnare him, carrying him into the nearest stone column.
By the time all of this would have transpired, Elsa would come to a stop, watching, on the west side of the rectangular arena, assuming she had started on the southern side.
1. Elsa casts Blizzaga at Zargabaath. This covers the entirety of the stoned arena, and is of significant size, as Elsa’s natural affinity to ice adds to its size and power. If it hits, Zargabaath will be hit with many ice shards of varying sizes being thrown around by the blizzard, as well as the sheer cold of the blizzard that will likely chill and slow him down for a while.
2. Elsa casts Ice Shield, raising a thick sheet of ice, curved inward, which she usually uses as a shield to block inbound attacks.
3. A jet of magic has sent the Ice Shield careening across the arena at Zargabaath. If it hits, its curved surface will get stuck against his armour and push him back-first into the nearest stone pillar, as Elsa intended. If not, it will travel there anyway, most likely causing damage to the pillar or else knocking it over.
Staring and analyzing. The Judge Magister kept a close eye on his combatant as he awaited her first move. He was prepared to brace himself, if a magic barrage was to come but then it began. The lady was already creating an area of snowfall around her which was weird enough, but then the snow picked up as it started to blur Zargabaath's vision. Just to make things better shards of ice were being blown around as well, in the winds. Darn girl, he knew she was a mage. Some of the shards started hitting the Judge's armor shattering against it. The strange thing was his shell was not working. What strange magic was this? The Judge was a strong fighter, more than strong he was one of the best though he couldn't fight what he couldn't see.
Zargabaath raised his fist with his weapon still in it as he cast protect on himself. All the while he was still trying to spot his opponent. The snow and ice made it hard to see, as more shards tore his cape and shattered on his Archadian Steel. Though the ice was not piercing he could still feel each hit as if getting hit by a club, which while painful is still better than the alternative of being impaled.
It didn't help that the blizzard was also freezing chilling the Judge's armor. But where was the woman. Before the Judge could find her out of nowhere he was slammed by a giant wall of some type int one of the pillars that dotted the corners of the arena. As he hit the pillar the Judge grunted in pain. Luckily this time he had protect on though so a lot of the force was absorbed by the magical armor. The ice itself started to crack form the combined impact of hitting the judge and his magical armor though that wasn't the only thing starting to crack. The pillar behind Zargabaath started to groan as it started to fracture as well.
Under his helmet Zargabaath squinted his eyes in pain only to hear the sound of the cracking pillar behind him. No, he thought as the pillar started to fall. By luck it fell in the opposite direction into the not so quite as lucky audience members who screamed and ran as the pillar toppled over. Though non of them got hurt it was going to suck to clean up afterwards.
The Judge Magister groaned as he struck his weapon down into the already fractured ice breaking it off of him. He took quick long breaths as the blizzard finally cleared and then he saw his opponent on the entire opposite side. He couldn't deal with another barrage like that so he had a plan. He knew he was doomed if he didn't get close to his opponent, and he figured she as going to try her best not to oblige his request. As well he had already taken a beating and though he probably could he really would prefer not to take another. He was cold he was beaten and would probably be badly bruised after this. But he would not give up. He would fight heroically, and for the Archadian Empire
The Judge Magister Thrust his fist up as he cast berserk. Though it was an attack that rarely missed he wanted to make sure it would hit for good. So as the little bolt jumped out of his hand he quickly dropped his other weapon as he reached out for it pretending like the spell was for him, but he just miscast it, as the small little bolt continued to track onto his opponent.
"No!" He said in a panicked voice to add to his facade, as he grabbed his weapon from off the ground to make the scene seem even more realistic. At this point his cape was tattered and his breastplate had a large dent right in the front. His helmet still looked pretty good but that was about the only thing.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Abilities 1) Protect- This creates a small barrier in front of whoever it is cast on. This magical shield makes physical attacks hit a lot less hard dealing less damage. Lasts 2 posts [3 post CD] 2) Zargabaath used his strength to break the wall pinning him. 3) Berserk- It takes only a few seconds to cast, but when cast, it enrages whoever it is cast on. It makes them mad, but strong they lose control of themselves, unable to cast magic, but they deal increased damage, and they move and act faster as well. Lasts 2 posts [3 post CD]
Cooldowns 1)Shell- Just like protect except it creates a shell of anti-magic lessening the effects of magical spells cast on whoever shell is on. One post remaining (CD 2 posts)
Last Edit: Jul 26, 2014 20:43:15 GMT -5 by Deleted
Elsa watched from where she stood as her Blizzaga did when she’d intended. The massive storm ripped across the arena, its icy arms swirling and bringing down frozen havoc on her opponent’s armour and cape. The spell he’d cast, whatever its purpose — she was not versed enough in other magics to know which one it was, she’d only just come to grips with the fact that magic beyond her own even existed — did not seem to be stopping the ice shards from crashing into him, as far as she could tell from the sounds of clanging that rang out from the depths of the blizzard. She could see the occasional shine of his armour through the storm, but other than that, even her visibility was somewhat limited by the sheer ferocity of the storm.
She heard something between the roaring of the wind and the pounding of the ice against his armour that made her furrow her brow. She caught a glimpse of something inside the maelstrom — a flash of domed light — that lasted for only an instant. She wasn’t sure what it was, but for the briefest of moments, it had illuminated, against the swirling torrent of ice, snow and grey air, the body of her opponent — tall, lean and almost entirely encased in steel armour.
As her Ice Shield slipped behind the swirling wall of the storm, heading for where she’d seen the dome flash behind its curtain, she prepared herself for what might be coming next. If her attack struck, she’d—
Yes, there it was. She heard it. The crack of her ice — so familiar to her ears — as it came into contact with another. She could hear the scrape of his steel boots against the tightly packed stone of the arena floor, digging in for grip that wasn’t there, until a loud crash and a grunt told her that her shield had delivered him into the column.
Stunned, slightly, at how well her assault had gone, she stood, frozen, as Blizzaga cleared from the arena to reveal her opponent to her once more. He stood, looking ragged, his armour bent in and his cape torn to shreds, before the pillar her Ice Shield had pushed him into. A large crack split the base of the pillar where he’d been shoved against it.
Their gazes met for the briefest of moments before the column behind him groaned, cracked and toppled over into the crowd.
Elsa reeled backwards, eyes wide.
NO! No, no, no!! she thought desperately as those watching in the stands fled their seats, some even diving for protection several rows below.
No one appeared to be hurt, but it left Elsa feeling more than shaken.
N- No, no… that can’t happen again… THINK before you act, Elsa..!
Her thoughts, however, had distracted her from the battle. Zargabaath broke free of the Ice Shield, using his weapon to cut away the ice that hadn’t shattered upon impact with both him and the column. He then busied himself in casting a spell, but Elsa’s eyes were still locked on the fallen column and those that were moving away from it, clearing the area, curious and horrified eyes checking to make sure no unfortunate soul had been trapped beneath it.
She glanced back at him only to notice him chasing after some sort of lightning bolt, a look of panic on his face as he blurted out a strangled ‘No!’ She watched him for a moment as he scrambled after it, her eyes narrowing. It seemed to be heading in her direction — fast.
Though she wanted to, she didn’t have enough time to dodge it — which is what she would have done if she’d not been distracted by the column and those around it, regardless of the look on his face or the words he spilled, because battle or not, she wasn’t a fan of anything touching her, even if in this case it might give her an advantage, the way he chased after it; surely it was something he’d meant to cast on himself or else a healing or reparation spell — and so, when the bolt struck her squarely in the stomach, all she could do was stagger backwards, clutching her midriff with her arms, head bowed as her face screwed up at the assault.
When her head rose to face him again, there was fire in her eyes.
The Judge Magister peered across the stadium at his opponent, as the berserk darted at her, and then it hit. Under his helmet he did a slight grin. He knew what he had cast what had struck his opponent. He knew now he would have a chance, though his opponent would be more battle adept, she would still be getting up and close with one of Archadia's finest. This is what he wanted, and now the true battle would begin for the Judge Magister.
Zargabaath twisted his shoulders back as his opponent gave him the death stare that was customary with such spells as berserk. Now the battle would begin. The Judge Magister took a few small steps until he was square in the center of the stadium, clutching bot weapons. It was actually quite awkward walking in his metal armor after all that as a few dents pressed up against his skin, and the metal itself was still cold, though it was being warmed up by the natural temperature of the world.
From the center of the stadium he lifted his main weapon pointing it at his opponent, giving a slight nod as he flipped his weapon around causing another spell to be cast on himself, as a small bright flash of light enveloped the Judge. Though this was not a healing spell it did make the man feel more invigorated. It made him feel like he could take on any challenge, and that he would be able to strike true.
Now he felt even more prepared. The truth be told though, even though this was a fight he wanted to win, he wasn't to keen on hurting his opponent too much. He wasn't the type of man that would keep on beating down a broken opponent, when the battle was already won. He had his own moral standards to live by. It was actually strange for out of all the judge's besides perhaps Drace, Zargabaath was one of the most noble of them. Each other had there own ambition and goals, whether it be protecting the young emperor or even plans to become the new one. Zargabaath on the other hand was just a man loyal to his empire, a man who would have given his life to save a few thousand others.
With that he took a few more steps in the direction of his opponent as he threw his weapons behind him. As said before he has his own moral standards. This lady his opponent had no armor, he had already used his spell to stop and form of magic shield from taking place, and he knew that he would inevitably strike his opponent with his blade hard, now with the new spell he had one, and it doesn't take the worlds greatest scientist to piece together what would more than likely happen. So he ditched his weapons for now, as he brazenly approached his opponent, torn and battered cape flowing as a small gust of wind came by, and got back into a melee fist fighting stance.
Zargabaath from under his helmet breathed as he simply said, "Your move." The words were simple and true he would let his opponent make the first attacks. He knew what berserk could do to a man/woman and he was ready to anticipate anything, and though he had no doubt if he had his weapons he would have more than likely struck his opponent down, now he had put himself on a more leveled ground but even then he still had the armor advantage as well as the advantage of having years of experience. A man of steel and fighting, vs. a woman with berserk.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Actions- 1) Bravery- This ability only takes a few seconds to cast, but when it is it inspires whoever it's cast on with new vigor, and courage to fight. This increases their basic damage by 30% This lasts for 2 posts [3 post CD]
Cooldowns- 1) Protect- This creates a small barrier in front of whoever it is cast on. This magical shield makes physical attacks hit a lot less hard dealing less damage. 1 post Remaining [2 post CD] 2) Bravery- This ability only takes a few seconds to cast, but when it is it inspires whoever it's cast on with new vigor, and courage to fight. This increases their basic damage by 30% This lasts for 2 posts [3 post CD]
She hadn’t seen his stare, obviously, as the spell struck her, forcing her down into a crumpled position to accept it as it stabbed at her abdomen, sinking through her skin and slipping into her bloodstream, where it festered, boiling and coaxing at her darkest emotions, calling forth a rage unlike one she’d ever known.
She was… so… angry.
And she didn’t know why. She thought, perhaps, it was her own stupidity that had unleashed this surge of emotion from her belly, signing up for a tournament in which she’d normally have no interest whatsoever, foolishly thinking that participating would change anything that had happened in Twilight Town, or help her get home, or help her find her sister. But it would do none of these things and she knew it. So why had she done it? Why come all this way, spend a whole day looking through the village for any sign of a way onward, a way forward to achieving her goals, only to linger to participate in these stupid battles that would only waste more time that could have been spent finding Anna?
Or maybe she was angry because her attack, as well as it had gone, had not delivered enough damage. She usually wasn’t one to engage in combat unless absolutely necessary — she feared hurting others, especially those she cared about most of all — but in this case, now that she’d foolishly signed up for this, she couldn’t help but feel disappointed that her magic, which had been dubbed so irrefutably destructive in her home world that she’d been labelled as a monster for her capabilities.
Or was that just herself calling herself a monster?
Or maybe she was mad because she’d only considered any of this in earnest for the first time after her opponent’s run-away spell had struck her. The pain was gone now, but the principal of the matter was becoming clear: the spell had never been intended for him. It wasn’t a healing spell or a reparation spell or anything to help his own cause. It had always, always been intended for her, and he’d put on a show to make sure her knew it, too.
It didn’t matter, in the end.
She felt like a monster, now.
And she was going to use her monstrous abilities to tear this sad little man down, suit of armour or not.
She threw her hands down at her sides, fingers spreading and wiggling in the heat that swallowed the Coliseum. Why was it so hot?! It made her want to just let loose and fill the arena, the Coliseum, the entire world with ice. She felt it rise beneath her skin, fuelled by her fury, racing forth to burst outward and claim the very air that hung in the space between her and her opponent.
Except nothing emerged.
Not even a little speck of frost breached her fingertips.
She shook her hands, glancing down at them, confused, enraged, willing them to do what they usually did so easily, sometimes too easily for her liking. But now all she wanted was her icy faucet to run free, so why wasn’t it?! She didn’t understand!
“Aaargh!” she cried out in a momentary burst of added rage, glaring across the arena at her battered opponent, cursing him for the fury she’d elicited in her, cursing him for not falling to her barrage of ice and snow, cursing him — and all the others in this stupid, useless tournament — for luring here here and wasting her time and keeping her from what she should really be doing.
She’d barely noticed how he’d thrown his weapons to the side in an attempt to even the odds that were stacked so high against her, Berserk blinding her to them. She’d barely noticed the flash of magic as he cast Protect over himself — and this spell she did know, she’d seen it before, in Twilight Town, among other places — and beckoned her towards him, offering her the first move.
And suddenly she couldn’t control herself. She threw a hand down onto her dress, yanking the material upwards as she cast off her high heels and ran, as fast as she could, eyes narrowed in blind rage, sand and rock and grit digging into the bottoms of her feet, across the arena.
When she was only feet from her opponent, she didn’t stop to think about her actions as he fist flew upwards into the dark, fleshy material that stretched between the steel plates that lined his body and made up the majority of his defences. She struck first at his neck and then again, with speed and strength that surprised even her, at his waist, her fingers pounding against the lighter material. She may have little experience with hand-to-hand combat, but even she knew that striking the plates in her current state would be reckless and futile.
“What was that you cast at me?” she asked between blows, looking up at him, sapphire eyes filled with deathly intent. “Why can’t I use my magic?!”
She wasn’t all that strong, having been raised in a castle by a royal family and never had any reason to learn the art of physical combat given the extraordinary nature of her ice powers, but her rage added to the little strength and speed that she had, allowing her to strike a third blow into the depths of his right armpit.
None of her blows probably dealt any more than mediocre damage, given her own physical strength, but the anger behind them would be apparent, blows probably harder than they should be against the armoured fabric for someone as delicate as she.
It’s too bad, beneath her ragged breath, that she didn’t hear the crack of her fingers. Nor would she feel them, either, too determined to land blows on the man who had cursed her — did she deserve to be cursed with anger on top of ice?! — until her anger subsided.
1. Elsa strikes Zargabaath bare-handedly to the armoured fabric around his neck, aiming to land a blow against his throat. Her strength and speed are heightened by Berserk, increasing her chances of succeeding, though likely not dealing more than light-to-medium damage.
2. Elsa next strikes at the material around his waist, but doesn’t realize this area is a bit more protected. In her blind rage, she doesn’t hear nor realize the breaking of a few fingers, and presses on regardless.
3. Her final strike aims for his armpit, once again for the more fleshy material between the steel plating that would no doubt shatter her hand, having aimed for it probably because it was the closest thing to her eye level and at this point would hit anything she could.
At first nothing happened as the berserk sunk into Zargabaath's opponent. His grin grew as he saw a confused look on her face, as she shook her hands trying to do something. The Judge Magister assumed magic, but it could just be reflexes, but more than likely from the confusion on her face he was obliged to believe the latter. A nice side effect of berserk, it inhibits magical abilities, on some that matters little but on pure magic users it is a bane.
Then, his opponent let out a cry. Was it one of desperation, anxiety , or anger. Perhaps a mix of all three. It mattered not though. Within moments, his opponent came charging full throttle at Zargabaath. The power berserk was going to do its work, it was just a tool to get his opponent close. Normally such a spell would have been cast on himself if fighting any other type of opponent, for example he wouldn't have used it on someone like a fellow Judge Magister if they were too fight as that would almost assure defeat.
And then it begins....
His opponent struck strong and fast as the first punch came straight for the next. Was she blind though as the punch hit, but it hit the small steel plate that protected his next, though he still felt the feedback of the punch causing him to cough as was the natural response. Though she may be small and probably not a melee fighter Berserk would at least let her strike as if she had at least a basic idea of how to fight hand to hand. Though still not enough to knock the Judge off his feet it was still enough to at least seem semi-potent
Then came the next punch quick and fast. at his waist. He could feel this one as it felt like one of the ice chunks that had hit him earlier, not a lot of pain, but still making him all the more uncomfortable and worn down. Though along with this punch he heard the sickening sound of cracking. It was nothing of his so he could only assume it was his opponents, probably breaking something on he hand. As well protect was still about as all the punches were struck causing all there blows to be lessened.
It was then his opponent spoke. "Curious then," Zargabaath said as he Raised his arms in defense as he looked down at his opponent looking up at him. "It is just basic magic I assure you," Zargabaath said in reference to his own spell, as he watched his opponent strike yet again this time hitting his armpit as well this time he could physical feel as more things snapped in the woman's hand as she struck this time. That one did sting a little causing the Judge Magister to, clamp his entire arm down on Elsa's hand as it struck his armpit to trap it there.
The Judge Magister Could have done a solid punch blow here, probably causing his opponent to upchuck her breakfast. He knew though that she was already on a path to self-destruction with berserk on enough as is. So instead he pushed his opponent onto the ground as he jumped on top of her.
"Fortitude grows strength," Zargabaath said now looking down at his opponent who still had a flare in her eye. In a way he felt sad, he knew he would not have won without berserk but seeing someone like this just made him feel wrong. Perhaps this was the reasonable side of him coming out, but now he took off his helmet and threw it too the side. If either of them were to win this fight the winner would at least get to see the other's face and vice-versa. Though this was a silly move by all standards, it was still a respectable and honorable one. It is a gesture of respect from Zargabaath to his opponent though she may not see it yet because of a clouded mind, caused by berserk.
"Just know I mean not to cause pain, but only to prove my own strength," Zargabaath said as he finally threw down both of his arms as to pin his opponents arms to the ground. This was a move to prevent much more damage to either, but would work well to put Zargabaath in a dominate position. He already knew that though she would feel not the pain now, because of the berserk, she would almost certainly feel it later. The hands in particular, with her final hits to him earlier he could hear and feel horribleness that was cause by a self-destructive nature behind berserk.
Why though now was he not going for the knockout blow. He felt bad simple as that. He knew he needed to get close to the woman to do anything, but now she couldn't do anything. This was no honorable fight anymore. Perhaps this is what was hitting Zargabaath's mind now.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Actions 1) Zargabaath clamped his arm down of Elsa's hand in a natural response to being hit there. 2) In order to avoid more harm the Judge Magister pushed both himself and Elsa onto the ground where he climbed on top of her. (Was given permission for this to happen) 3) Zargabaath is attempting to pin Elsa to the ground with both his arms.
Cooldown 1) Protect- This creates a small barrier in front of whoever it is cast on. This magical shield makes physical attacks hit a lot less hard dealing less damage. gone now [1 post CD]
2) Bravery- This ability only takes a few seconds to cast, but when it is it inspires whoever it's cast on with new vigor, and courage to fight. This increases their basic damage by 30% This lasts for 2 posts [2 post CD] 3) Berserk- It takes only a few seconds to cast, but when cast, it enrages whoever it is cast on. It makes them mad, but strong they lose control of themselves, unable to cast magic, but they deal increased damage, and they move and act faster as well. [1 post CD]
In her anger, she hadn’t seen the point in planning ahead. She didn’t know the trap that awaited her as her fist came flying up beneath his arm, striking with a reasonable force to the fleshy underside. When his arm came down, pinning her broken hand — though she didn’t know this yet, rage continued to blind her from it — to his side, she was less surprised and more enraged at the fact that he’d dared trap her the way he had, taking advantage of her strike. She glared up at him, sapphire eyes glinting with malevolent intent as his own head, covered by a massive, two-pronged helmet, stared back down at her stoically.
She’d heard his blazé words about his magic as she’d delivered her punch to his waist and had only responded with a short, angry exhalation as she moved. Basic magic could render a person so angry they forgot how to cast their own spells? Not that she had spells, per say, but her magic was gone, all the same. The ice had wove through her very being conquered by a single bolt of lightning he’d dared try to pretend had been intended for him. Why would one cast such a ridiculous spell, even on themselves?! Sure, she felt stronger and moved faster, but with determination, so did anybody. It was a ruse — it was a ruse to provoke and coerce her, to force her into making a physical attack, to leave her without her most powerful and uncontrollable weapon.
He’d trapped her. His arm had pinned her hand and now he was pressing on her shoulder with the other. Before she knew it, she was on her back and he was crawling on top of her. He sat across her waist at first, gazing down at her. Her hand still trapped in his grasp, she could only glare up at him, her teeth bared in unbridled fury, as he spouted nonsense about fortitude and strength as if this reprieved him of what he’d done to her. Then, for reasons she didn’t — couldn’t, thanks to Berserk — understand, he pulled off the pronged helmet and tossed it to the side along with his weapons. She frowned up at the head of silver hair that sprung forth, freed from the no doubt constricting hold of the helmet as steel-blue eyes stared down at her, their gaze soft in the blistering sunlight.
Soft and taunting. Shaming her.
She still had a free hand. Her rage fuelling her, she went to bring it up to smack him across the face, before both of his hands flew down and caught hers, spreading her arms across the ground and pinning her. She let out another shriek of defiance, writhing beneath his grasp as she attempted to pull herself away from him, her efforts doubled by the power bestowed upon her by his spell. She managed to lift his hands a few times, her lips curled into a sneer that let slip a growl or two, shifting his hold on her, and though she tired to use her legs to remove him, his position on her waist kept him safe from her attempts.
He spoke to her again. Told her that he didn’t mean to cause pain, only to prove himself in battle. By the time he’d spoken, her efforts at trying to free herself left her somewhat spent, panting lightly and pinned to the ground, staring up at him with only hate in her eyes. The words began to filter through, however, as his spell started to lose effect. She found herself suddenly more tired than she originally thought, her breaths heaving and her arms sore from her struggling. Worst of all, though, was the splitting pain that seemed to erupt from her right hand.
“A- ah,” she said, screwing her eyes shut as she realized she couldn’t move her fingers.
She waited for perhaps about a minute, eyes closed, letting herself get used to the pain that stabbed her hand and soon her whole arm. She had broken two fingers for sure — her index and middle fingers — and must have at least sprained her ring finger, from what she could judge of the pitiful amount of movement she finally managed to coax out of her mangled fist.
Understanding dawned on her soon after. The Judge’s words which, at the time, she’d thought were teasing and intentionally philosophical, to egg her on, replayed themselves in her head. She blinked up at him through her pain, her face scrunched by both it and her shame at being held down like she was, as she let herself re-evaluate his intentions.
Perhaps this wasn’t to shame her. The fact that he’d removed his helmet helped convince her of that. He was making their conflict more fair. Obviously, under the influence of his spell, she’d willingly hurt herself in her blind rage, trying to attack him in retribution for stealing away her magic from her, and perhaps he’d realized that. Without her magic, she was just an ordinary woman with ordinary strength — perhaps even less than ordinary, given her royal upbringing and thus lack of experience in any sort of physical combat. Knights and guards would have been responsible for keeping her safe… and for whatever else she needed, for good or for worse, she’d always had her powers. Perhaps he’d seen that, understood what it was he’d taken from her, realized that without her magic, no matter how devastating, she simply couldn’t compete the way she was meant to.
“Just know that I mean not to cause pain, but only to prove my own strength.”
Yes, his words confirmed it. His declaration was clear. Her struggles ceased, she lay beneath him, still struggling a little to catch her breath, but allowed a small smile to creep onto her lips as sapphire eyes gazed up into his. The hatred that had once been there was replaced with a beautiful warmth, and forgiveness.
“I mean to prove that I can protect those I wish to from harm by testing my own strength,” she said, clearly and calmly, her voice no longer fuelled by rage, but instead soft, true and serious. It shook, lightly, from the pain that emanated from her broken hand, but other than that, she sounded strong, determined. “My name is Elsa. I’m the Queen of the Kingdom of Arendelle.”
She hoped he would understand. This second, more personal introduction was her invitation to a mulligan — a restarting of their competition, with new understanding between the two of them. She could already feel her ice beginning to move again beneath her skin, the magic’s hold on her powers fading. She would be back to her full strength in only minutes.
“And if you’d do me the honour, I’d like to fight you.”
So, the lady started to squirm. This was a situation the Judge had to go through a few times though generally the person he held down was a criminal and not just a lady he was battling. She seemed appropriately frustrated, though it probably was a muddled brain, but Zargabaath needed to do little. All he really had to do was just stay there, as his own wait alone was enough to keep his opponent pinned. It was a little sad thinking on it but yeah...... It was all the affects of the powerful spell when used on the right opponent.
The Judge Magister looked down as he heard his opponent scream. His head tilted as he noticed she had completely shut her eyes. That was a face the Judge Magister had seen many times on the battlefield. It was a face of pain. The Berserk was probably starting to die down then. Zargabaath kept looking down at his opponent as her face seemed stationary. Finally her eyes opened and Zargabaath could see the fire in her eyes was slowly dying with each blink until her face scrunched again, another good pain face.
There was a stunning silence even the audience who had been cheering before just looked on without applause or screams for a victor.It was just a stunning silence with only the sound of The Judge Magister's tattered cape flapping in the wind. It was as if the audience was either getting bored or knew this part of the fight was different from all those before
Zargabaath blinked a few times as he kept his face on his opponent. By now all the fire that had once been there was gone, leaving blue eyes in their wake. Even her face seemed to settle as the anger that had once held it was gone. A slight grin crept on the Judge's face, as he knew he had done what he wanted and accomplished what was needed. "I see the fire in your eyes is gone now," Zargabaath said still peering down.
Then he heard soft words come from his opponent's mouth. Not harsh and gruff words filled with anger but calm and soft ones. She spoke on what she wished to prove, and it was to prove that she could protect those from harm. "A noble thing to prove then madam," The Judge Magister said with little animosity in his voice.
He then nodded as his opponent.... Elsa spoke her name and a queen at that from some place called Arendelle. "Ah your majesty a pleasure to meet you then, I am Judge Magister Zargabaath," Zargabaath said greeting Elsa back with his own name. Then she spoke on again about continuing the fight. An interesting request, one which the Judge Magister had no problem complying with, if Elsa truly wanted for the battle to continue
"We have both shown honor and prowess, it is not an easy feat to do the damage you have done to me," Zargabaath said finally releasing his hold on Elsa and moving off of her. "And as such I will show you honor by accepting," The Judge Magister was now standing up lowering down and slowly picking Elsa up to put her onto her feet, mostly so she wouldn't mess up her hurt hand anymore.
"Though I must oblige, you have been a worthy opponent up to this point so I ask of you, to come and dine with me after our match is done," Zargabaath said with a friendly grin. He asked such a thing because, though they were fighting for who was the best fighter, they were not enemies. Though Elsa had battered his cape and armor he felt no anger towards her, as this was the way of the arena. "It will give us time to learn more about each other and it is all in good spirits," Zargabaath said with a small chuckle.
With this the Judge Magister turned grabbing his weapons from the ground connecting them together again into one long polearm, before walking back over to Elsa and picked up his helmet. Though he did not put it on instead he tossed it to the side, turning to Elsa, "If we are to continue fighting with honor the victor and the loser deserves to see the face of their adversary as they prove themselves," Zargabaath said sternly. This was how he felt and how he would fight.
"Shall we begin again then," Zargabaath said spinning his weapon a few times before putting in front of him. He would not strike yet, as his opponent was yet to be ready, and to attack like so would be low and filled with cowardliness.
"And shall you prove yourself able to protect those you wish too, Elsa," The Judge Magister said finally saying her name, and semi-prepared for an onslaught of ice.
Cooldowns 2) Bravery- This ability only takes a few seconds to cast, but when it is it inspires whoever it's cast on with new vigor, and courage to fight. This increases their basic damage by 30% This lasts for 1 posts [1 post CD]
Elsa didn’t notice how the crowd had grown quiet. Didn’t notice how people sat, in some places doubled up as a result of the column she’d knocked down, eyes wide at the scene that presented itself before them as they gazed down at the two combatants, one crouched over the other. She only gazed up at him, trapped in his hold, as his cloak billowed in the gentle wind that swept across the arena floor. Sand grazed Elsa’s cheek as she lay there, her braid floating off her chest whenever the wind blew past, only to land softly atop her dress when it’d gone.
She watched as he grinned at her, a light, soft grin that was both triumphant and modest, commenting on how the fire had gone from her eyes and how her proclaimed goal was noble. His tone was calm, like hers, and he seemed to be listening carefully to her words before considering his responses. He was taking her seriously. He was respecting her.
When she introduced herself to him, he nodded in response and replied in kind. Judge Magister Zargabaath.
“It’s nice to meet you as well, Your Honour,” she said with a tilt of her head. It was hard to justify as a bow, but pinned on her back, it was the best she could do.
He didn’t say where he’d come from or whom he represented, but he respected her position as Queen and addressed her appropriately upon learning her title. She smiled softly at this, though there was something building behind her calm demeanour that even he wouldn’t be able to predict. It had nothing to do with Berserk, the effects of which were fading rapidly from her system, leaving her with only more pain in her hand and and a hitch in her breath as she tried to contain it, but more to do with the fact that with the return of her magic came the return of her fear.
And the return of her fear meant the return of her ice, which could spring out at any moment and claim her fellow combatant in its frigid grasp, instantly destroying her hopes of a second chance at battle… it would be an unfair and dishonourable attack, especially after what he had done for her.
He continued to speak and she endeavoured to focus on his words, trying to distract herself from the thought. If she kept her mind off of the possibility, perhaps it was possible she could ward off her fear long enough to be released, get back to her feet and back away, before anything disastrous happened. He acknowledged the honour and prowess both of them had displayed, admitting to her the extent to which her earlier onslaught had damaged him, and, to her relief, he agreed to her proposal.
“Thank you,” she said, offering a wider, warmer smile to reflect her appreciation.
He pulled himself off of her, stretching, before lowering himself down and wrapping one arm around the back of her shoulders and the other beneath her knees to lift her up against his chest. She gasped a little at the motion, partly due to the pain in her hand and partly to the suddenness and kindness of his gesture. He tilted her forward and helped her to slide gracefully down onto her feet, landing with a light click of her heels on the stones of the arena floor. As soon as she was free, she spun away from him, backing away a few steps to give herself some breathing room — and to allow the rising crescendo of anxiety building in her chest time to work its way back down to calm — as he smiled at her.
To her surprise, he insisted that she come to dinner. Chuckled when he expressed interest in getting to know her, ensured her it was all in good spirits.
“What?” she asked, confused a little. She let his words sink in, and let the calmness of his voice ensure her that this was not a trick, not a plot to throw her off her guard now that he’d let her back into the ring. It was a real, sincere invitation. A gentleman’s invitation. She was unsure how to feel about such a gesture. She was here to fight, to prove her skill and her power and her ability to protect others, not engage in frivolity. Besides, what if they went out for their meal and during the course of it, her powers ran wild? What if she froze her wine glass or their table or the whole restaurant? How would she explain that? She didn’t want to have to explain it, that was for sure. But it would be rude not to accept, and she knew that. “Oh, of course. Thank you for the invitation. I... look forward to it.”
He spun around, collected his weapons from where he’d discarded them and connected them into a long pole arm, which he held out in front of him. He’d picked up his helmet and tossed it away, leaving his face open to the elements, silver hair lifting gently in the wind, as he turned to address her again. He told her why he’d removed his helmet. He invited them to start again.
And he wished her the best of luck in proving herself.
All Elsa could do as they stood, facing each other anew, on either end of the arena, slightly closer than they had been the first time around, was smile. She was renewed by his gracious response to her request and found herself dipping into her own ready stance, one arm out in front of her while the other, bearing her broken hand, hung at her side.
She watched as he prepared himself, sinking into himself, weapon raised across his front, readying himself for her attack. He was ready, and so was she.
She didn’t hold back. He had drawn his weapons and was prepared to fight her full-on, and to reciprocate with anything less would be nothing short of rude. Even without being a warrior, she understood that much.
The hand she held out in front of her released a jet of snowy magic firing from her palm onto the ground before her, as a sizeable snow pile burst into existence at her feet. From it, a massive figure began to take shape, bursting from the snow as if it was climbing out of a bottomless pit, a thick head followed by a massive and wide torso emerging from the snow. Arms supported by bones of thick ice sprouted on either side of the impressive torso, followed by thick, stubby legs. As the creature emerges in full, hollow sockets for eyes in its snowy head staring down its opponent on the other side of the arena, it tilts its head back and roars ferociously.
The crowd slowly begins to cheer again. At first only a few throw out names — hers — and then more as Elsa nods to the creature over his shoulder.
“Distract him,” she says in a low enough voice that only Marshmallow would hear her.
The creature gives a nod before taking off, barreling across the arena on his stubby, icy legs, roaring as he went. One mighty fist, covered in icy shards on the back of his hand and bearing jagged, razor-sharp icicles for fingers, raises over his head as he approached Zargabaath, fist swinging down to deliver a colossal blow to the man’s chest, if it connected. If it did, Marshmallow would chuckle and bring his other fist back up in preparation for a second strike. If it didn’t, Marshmallow would stumble forward, the weight of his fist so great compared to even that of his body that he would overcompensate and lose balance, making himself vulnerable for a few seconds.
As Elsa watched Marshmallow charge at her opponent, she let the smile on her lips fade as she considered her own move. She had already ruled out the use of another Ice Shield — she wouldn’t call upon it again unless she needed it for her own protection. To use it offensively and risk another column falling into the already condensed crowd was the last thing she wanted to do. Blizzaga had been effective the first time, and she considered using it again, as Marshmallow would be close enough already to the Judge that his vision — if he had vision, which he did, she just wasn’t entirely sure exactly how — would not be impaired by the storm that came with it.
She threw her hand back out in front of her and followed through on her plan. Once again, a mighty snowstorm burst from her palms, swallowing the arena as it grew in size and strength, whirling more shards of ice in a deadly cyclone of force, aiming to add even more dents into his armour and, if she was lucky, perhaps even break through or chip off parts. The columns surrounding them would also take a beating — though none would fall, most would be ravaged by the end of the storm, sizeable chunks of stone ripped out by an ice shard or two.
1. Elsa summons Marshmallow and instructs him to strike at Zargabaath on the chest with his fist, the intention being to both do some damage and distract the Judge from being able to counter her casting of Blizzaga.
2. Assuming Marshmallow’s initial strike to Zargabaath’s chest lands, Marshmallow will then follow up by pulling his other fist back in preparation for a second assault.
3. Elsa casts Blizzaga on the arena. Using her ice powers, Elsa can throw a thick shroud of icicles into the air and whirl them around herself as an offensive AoE attack.
A. Marshmallow :: Duration: [1/5 posts] | Cooldown: Once per thread.
B. Blizzaga :: Duration: N/A | Cooldown: [0/2 posts]
Marshmallow: Elsa conjures a significant amount of snow and constructs her old bodyguard, Marshmallow, a monstrous snow golem to protect her or fight for her. Marshmallow is massive and can easily grab and toss opponents, or even inflict serious damage if he munches on them with his icicle teeth. His fingers and knees, also made of ice, can do some impressive damage as well. His weaknesses, however, are the obvious: heat (he'll melt), or having his limbs removed. He does make a good distraction, though.
Blizzaga: The KH classic. Using her ice powers, Elsa can throw a thick shroud of icicles into the air and whirl them around herself as an offensive AoE attack.
Dinner after battle it would be then. This made the Judge Magister happy, as it gave him something to look forward to after dinner rather than just a boring evening with the chaps,, those chaps being some of the guard on board the Alexander. Though they were humorous at times they were always such buzz kills to do anything but work with because they would always constantly worry about everything they did around the Judge Magister, which is fine but dull.
He stayed waiting for his opponent to act until she finally did. Her first move this time around was to summon a big white creature, they looked to partially be made of snow and ice. Oh boy. The creature itself, it kind of looked derpy in a way, but didn't look like something Zargabaath would want hitting him. Then it tilted back its head before letting out a roar.
Zargabaath chuckled before mumbling to himself, "And here I thought we had the Arena to ourselves."
It was then he heard Elsa mouth something too quiet for him to hear, but as he contemplated what she may have said he saw the creature barreling towards him.
Zargabaath put a fighter's face on as he charged the creature right back and as he was about to strike, Zargabaath rolled out of the way as the creature stumbled forward and fell on his face, under its own weight. Yup derpy. Though he could tell if that creature had hit he would probably be feeling a whole lot of pain that is almost a certainty.
With that Zargabaath stabbed his weapon into the fallen creature jumping onto it as he did something so shocking to this day it is still not understood why. Using the creatures moment of vulnerability he quickly wrapped his arms around a section of its back hugging it. Maybe it was to get a feel of the creature or maybe it was for some other reason but either way the creature was soft like snow, though Zargabaath did not wish to waste anymore time with it.
He quickly jumped off the creature and barreled straight forward at Elsa. At this point the snowstorm started again. Clever girl. She was using the creature as a distraction so that she could create a blinding storm again, but this time the Judge Magister was not on the other side of the stadium he had managed in the time of the storm to run close enough so he could see Elsa When it started and when he was finally a few feet away again he broke apart his weapons.
"Clever trick the storm is," He said pointing his main hand at her, this time he didn't have his helmet though as a shard shot through the storm hitting the Judge's cheek scraping it and causing a gash as well as blood to be shot out a few feet forward and onto the Judge's armor. Well another job for later cleaning the darn thing. He squeezed his eyes quickly as his breathing started to become more rapid and he quickly shot open his eyes again. Elsa wanted a battle and so he would fight back.
He did a quick scream in pain, as another shard shot fast and slammed into his armor, and so the barrage began. Shards were being shot at him as they pounded into the Archadian steel. His body was protected but it would be sore in the morning. He would brave through this though as he needed to fight, and for Elsa to prove herself at the full force of an Archadian Judge Magister.
Zargabaath took a few steps forward his arms up covering his face from more shards and finally when he was withing striking distance, he shot down his blade not so the sharp end would hit but so the butt of the blade to would hit instead. Far less lethal, but it would deal some damage if it hit.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Actions 1) He rolled out of the way of Marshamallow's attack causing him to slam into the ground, making the creature vulnerable. 2) He used his weapon to stab into Marshamallow and jump onto to him at which point he gave the creature a...... hug. 3) Zargabaath prepares to slam the hilt of his sword into Elsa though it is not as deadly as the blade end it will still hurt and probably due to the Judge's strength cause a lot of bruising wherever it hits.
Elsa watched from her side of the arena as Marshmallow’s attempt to pile drive the Judge Magister was swiftly dodged by her opponent as he threw himself into a roll, resulting in Marshmallow to overcompensate, tumble and spill down onto his face. The crowd gasped. The mighty snow beast gave a disgruntled roar that reverberated across the arena floor, visibly shaking the tiles beneath their feet. It didn’t take long before the Judge was suddenly climbing on top of him, however, and the snow beast tilted his head to the side, gazing up at Zargabaath as the man wrapped his arms around as much of his back as he could. He couldn’t feel the weapon that’d been stabbed into him for the man to make his ascent, but as his opponent slid off of him, pulling it out again, he rolled over and managed to push himself back up to his feet. Marshmallow followed Zargabaath as he charged across the arena at his Mistress, disoriented at first from his stumble but soon enough managing to coax his stubby legs into a heavy-footed run.
As Elsa released her snowstorm on him, she watched as he began to struggle anew against the howling winds that once again filled the arena. As the air turned grey and grew thick with ice once more, she was surprised to see that she could still make him out, body pressing forward against the wall of the storm, holding his weapons out in front of him as he broke them apart and approached her.
He complimented her storm, brandishing his weapon at her as he came closer and closer.
“Thank you,” she said, backing away a little. “I see you’ve managed to break ou—“
She was cut off as her own compliment was ruined by a shard of ice that hurtled, as if from nowhere, into his cheek with a loud slap as it struck his jaw and gashed his skin. Blood flew and spilled out from the wound, landing on his armour and beginning to fall in a long, line of red down the side of his face. She winced visibly at the sight, turning her head away.
As much as she knew it was the point of the tournament, to beat one’s opponent in combat and move on to the next round in order to eventually claim the final prize, she couldn’t help but feel guilty at the strike. Hurting people was her deepest and darkest fear… and here she was, putting herself in a situation where that’s what she had to do.
“I’m sorry,” she said, and gasped when he suddenly screamed in pain.
Her storm, ever expanding, had caught up to him. Sizeable ice pellets began to pound his steel armour, driving small craters into it at every impact, crushing his defences even more than she had with her first attempt. His whole suit would probably need to be completely reworked and repaired in order to be worn again.
He pushed forward regardless, his arms raising to protect his face from the barrage of ice, as he spun his sword around in his hand, grabbing the blade and moving it to ram it into her stomach. She stumbled back, trying to avoid his attack, eyes screwing shut in anticipation… when she heard a bang and a crack barely inches in front of her.
She opened her eyes, expecting to be struck at any moment, only to find that an Ice Shield had sprung up before her, no doubt conjured from her earlier guilt and her own fear at being hit in her body’s own subconscious efforts to defend itself, though she hadn’t even felt the magic leave her fingers or toes. She looked up at him with an apologetic look, shaking her head, as if she meant to explain that the shield hadn’t been her own doing, that it was all just part of who she was—
When she realized she was wasting time. If this was to be a proper, honourable fight, then whatever had happened to summon her shield in her defence was part of that. Her lack of control over her abilities was equally as part of her as what she could do with them… almost more so, in most respects. So, as she gazed down at the hilt of his sword, trapped within the icy barrier that separated them, she began to move away from the shield, around him, until she could see his back.
She winced as even this short movement jerked her wrist, her hand and most importantly, her broken fingers, making her hiss and slam shut her eyes again, before forcing them back open to focus.
She raised her good hand towards his back. She watched him struggle to remove the hilt of his sword from the icy barrier and swallowed. Guilt already stabbed at her heart, two steps ahead of her mind, which was slowly beginning to feed to her the end result of her little plan. She didn’t like it. But she was here to win, right? To prove herself? To prove that if need be, she could protect those she needed to by facing others who might do them harm in combat?
Part of combat was taking advantage, wasn’t it?
She swallowed again.
“I’m so, so sorry,” she said, this time to herself, in barely a whisper.
A jet of magic fired from her palm, bursting through the air as it soared towards him. If it impacted, it would freeze him solid, ice covering his entire figure and rooting him to the ground for a short while. He would be completely unable to move, frozen to the spot.
As she cast her spell, Marshmallow slowed to a halt just behind him, grinning, as his fist raised up in anticipation for another strike. She cast him a glance, and the snow golem returned one her way, questioning. She shook her head.
1. Elsa accidentally conjured an Ice Shield to protect herself. She didn’t mean to, but in times of high stress or potential danger, her magic has the ability to act on its own to protect her. The barrier caught the hilt of Zargabaath’s sword and entrapped it there, though a decent amount of force will pull it free.
2. Elsa cast Flash Freeze at Zargabaath’s back. If it hits, the Judge Magister will be frozen solid for one post.
3. Elsa called off Marshmallow’s intended second strike, feeling that if the Judge was hit with her Flash Freeze, an additional blow while he was comprised went beyond the honourable conditions of this second engagement.
A. Marshmallow :: Duration: [2/5 posts] | Cooldown: Once per thread.
D. Flash Freeze :: Duration: 1 post. | Cooldown: [0/2 posts]
Marshmallow: Elsa conjures a significant amount of snow and constructs her old bodyguard, Marshmallow, a monstrous snow golem to protect her or fight for her. Marshmallow is massive and can easily grab and toss opponents, or even inflict serious damage if he munches on them with his icicle teeth. His fingers and knees, also made of ice, can do some impressive damage as well. His weaknesses, however, are the obvious: heat (he'll melt), or having his limbs removed. He does make a good distraction, though.
Ice Shield: A spiked pillar of ice rises before Elsa to block projectile and physical attacks. This shield can then be moved in any direction by Elsa using her powers in an offensive retaliation.
Flash Freeze: Elsa conjures ice onto an object or target, causing them to freeze for a while.
As his hilt flew down at high speeds and with much strength, about to hit Elsa, instead it found a new target an ice wall. His eyes widen as he kind of slammed his hilt into it harder than expected, causing where he had hit to send ice fragments back at him but more importantly he found himself stuck. Whoever said ice is not sticky is a liar as this was one hell of a sticky situation for him. He tugged and tugged trying to pry his weapon free but to no avail. Dammit all, he though to himself. This was a very bad situation not only did it leave him vulnerable, but it also hindered one of his weapons, as well as causing him to lose mobility. He needed to either free his weapon now or go Rambo.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Elsa start running around the ice wall and around to get behind Zargabaath. Oh boy. With that he started struggling with his weapon even more, tugging as hard as he could but he really jammed it in there hard, he was surprised the wall itself didn't shatter from how deep he got he thing. He turned his head slightly to also see marshmallow had made his way back. Welp this was a lot of pain coming his way. The Judge Magister at this point barely registered the fact that he was still being bombarded by ice.
He notice from the corner of his eyes that Elsa was about to do something it was at this point he had two choices. One try to get his weapon out of the ice, which had somehow made its way in pretty deep or, go Rambo. Well Rambo and fists worked last time.
With that he released his grasp on his main hand and would retrieve it later. Now he only had his offhand weapon which despite looking like a weird ax thing was pretty dull all things considered and worked best as a mace like weapon or shield. It was then as he turned back to face his opponent and her pet snow derp, that he realized he was in deep pile of well bad stuff, as he saw Elsa shoot something at him and marshmallow about to pounce as well.
Zargabaath grunted as he decided to drop his off hand and just charge in steel ready at his opponent's attack. It was going to hit either way so why not make it better for him. He charged as the bolt of frost or whatever struck him and instantly expanded into his shape. Well this would not be good. Though by this point he was close enough that as the ice sort of wrapped around him he wrapped his arms around Elsa, his movement getting slower as the ice completely covered him but by the end he had managed to wrap his arms around her, under her arms to the point where i was a vice like hug and she would not be able to squeeze through stately.
Now the Judge Magister was completely frozen over by ice and all he could think was, Well so this is what a tomb of ice feels like... pain. It was true the ice covered him completely and he could fell it pressing on his skin his armor and chilling his body as well as just being plainly uncomfortable. At least it wasn't fire right always a good side to these types of things.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Actions(Pardon going to 4 actions in this but it seems necessary) 1 )Go Rambo and get hit by Ice thing 2) Give awoman a super hug now frozen 3) ?? 4) Profit
Last Edit: Aug 4, 2014 16:15:31 GMT -5 by Deleted
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