=SB= Tournament 3 FINALS

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=SB= Tournament 3 FINALS; Blaire vs. Auriel
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Lord Bowie	Mar 23 2010, 08:42 PM Post #1
What is the difference between a duck? Posts: 4,799 Group: Former Monarchs Member #7,312 Joined: April 10, 2008 Playstation Network ID: Allbowdown Xbox Live Gamertag: allbowdown	You had been alone in the dark for what seemed like forever but all of a sudden, an explosion of color, of being, you are surrounded on all sides by curved glass, it starts to get a little claustrophobic but there is plenty of wiggle room, it's just strange going from nothing so fast. The carnival music from earlier in the psychedelic round begins to play again as the last few sheets set themselves up. Suddenly, Sadistic and both loved ones are seen reflected across all of the sheets of glass. "I'm sure you're familiar with the hall of mirrors, a carnival staple, a great past time. I love it. But when implemented in this way it can be far more dangerous." All of the reflections do a little dance, reflecting at all angles. "You're gonna have to focus, because if you let your guard down, your opponent may just get the better of you, or maybe the arena will. I think it's fitting that we end all of this with a bang.. welcome to the Mirror Madness Zone. You just got your free pass, I shoulda charged five.. but I'm just too generous." The reflections of all 3 figures fade from view as you only see yourself in the glass. This wasn't the straight forward match you probably hoped for, but you're used to curve balls by now, you know you will have to adapt and adapt fast. You slowly begin to move, gauging the map and rounding a few corners, seeking out your opponent. This experience was going to be interesting, to say the least. Throughout the Halls of the Mirrored Madness zone, you are looking at 25ft tall by 15ft wide, the mirrors reflect everything from you to turns so it can be confusing and it isn't exactly the most open of arenas but the space is generous considering the venue. Evil or not, Sadistic is just a wannabe clown, and this is almost like a taste of his natural environment. Make use of the surprise and confusion that it can induce and try to avoid being tricked, in bad cases try to duck away from conflict, letting the zone throw your opponent off to your location while you try to recuperate. Maybe do something unintended. NOTE: The glass takes a sizable amount of force just to crack. Full on throwing your opponent into a wall could shatter a section of a mirror, sending down some sharp projectiles, but simply hacking at the walls will only do minor damage, outside of small reverberations that run down the halls.
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HollyYoshi	Mar 24 2010, 06:52 PM Post #2
I object to your claims Posts: 15,025 Group: =SB= Queens Member #9,640 Joined: January 9, 2009 Gender: Female Country: United States of America 3DS Friend Code: 1891-1489-0768 Nintendo ID: Agent_Blaire Game Currently Playing: Yoshi's Island	Darkness as far as her eye could see� Faint voices resonated through the pool of her psyche� �all from the fallen� The time is now� This is how� �It�s all coming to an end� A solitary cackle reverberated through the gloom� Fading ever so slowly into the shadows� Now she waited�alone� All alone� �in the darkness� This�is it. How long Blaire stood in that room of pitch black darkness, she knew not. Mere seconds seemed like minutes, which in turn seemed to transform into protracted hours. Thoughts ran like marathon runners around the track of her mind, musings of what was coming next. �Well, here it is, the finals. Has it really been only a day? It seems to me like this thing�s been going on for eight months!� The canine paused to take a breath, letting the cold, calm-inducing air fill her nostrils. For she could feel anger slowly rising up inside her, like mercury in a thermometer. She felt ire for the way the judges made them fight in life threatening conditions. She loathed the way she and the other combatants had been forced to condemn each other to death, whether in straightforward style, or in a roundabout way. And of course, she detested how the lives of a few fighters� loved ones, including her own boyfriend, had also been put on the line. �Ugh, calm down okay Blaire? If you get riled up before the match starts, you won�t be able to focus! And right now, focus is what you need most!� the canine mentally told herself, placing a gloved hand upon the top right side of her head, eyes shut tight in a cringing fashion. �Okay, I�m calm, I�m cool, I�m collected, and I�m composed. Yeah, I�m good. I�m good,� the violet-furred Siberian Husky told herself. �Now I wonder what the next arena�s going to be like. Maybe it�ll be a combination of all the stadiums I�ve had to fight in. I can see it now; we�ll be surrounded on all sides by cage walls, which will close in on us as the battle goes on. The arena itself will consist of several floating platforms, all woven from rope and wire. These daises will only be able to hold our weight for so long, before they drop off into the abyss. And then off course, there will be copious amounts of gas that can distort our vision. Yeah, that seems logical. Well, coming from these judges at least.� However, the true identity of the arena was nothing like what Blaire was expecting. Light! Sweet, blessed light! Oh how she missed it so! An arrow of luminosity and color pierced the darkness of the room, giving it being and wholeness. Curved mirrors surrounded Blaire, their concaved shape distorting any and all reflections into unnatural shapes-chancing a glance at the nearest looking glass, the dog noticed her own looked like it was half serpent what with the way the body was twisted. Two distinctive sounds wove their way through the sensory receptors of the Husky�s ear, the ossicles amplifying the dins. The first was one she was familiar with in the second match; that carnival music. The second sound was also known to her, as a simple whir, caused by a few stray mirrors as they finished setting up. And then� �Lance!� Yes, the reflection belonging to the love of her life starred at her through every mirror. And it wasn�t just the blue-furred Siberian Husky that she saw. Another Mobian could also be seen through the glass, a companion of Auriel�s, she reckoned. And standing in between them was someone she had learned to abhor with all her heart and soul. Sadistic. I'm sure you're familiar with the hall of mirrors, a carnival staple, a great past time. I love it. But when implemented in this way it can be far more dangerous. �It figures,� Blaire said, rolling her eyes at the last statement. �At least the music fits.� The canine cringed a bit as the trio of reflected manifestations began to twist, bend, and otherwise distort. It actually made her sick to see her loved one�s image warped into aberrant figures all along the corridor. You're gonna have to focus, because if you let your guard down, your opponent may just get the better of you, or maybe the arena will. I think it's fitting that we end all of this with a bang� welcome to the Mirror Madness Zone. You just got your free pass, I shoulda charged five�but I'm just too generous. �Not generous enough, or else we�d all be free.� the purple Mobian mused, closing her eyes. As soon as she reopened those cobalt blues, Blaire found that she was alone once again, with only her distorted reflections keeping her company. However, she knew it wouldn�t remain that way for long. And as she switched on her Cryokinetic Bangle, the canine began her promenade through the halls, searching for her foe. The time had come� (Bangle Charge: 0%)



Lord Talancir D'Landior	Mar 26 2010, 11:58 PM Post #3
~ RP Knight ~ Posts: 2,394 Group: Former Monarchs Member #2,592 Joined: September 26, 2007 Gender: Male Game Currently Playing: All the games. All of it.	Darkness swept in to overwhelm the senses, and Auriel stood, determined to give an accounting of himself. He would not be taken unawares and off his guard like the other times in tournament, at the prelude of every match. His consciousness did not, however, fade with the light of the cafeteria, and voices surrounded him. Goosebumps poked into the gambeson padding of his armor. Some of the voices he recognized; some he did not, but they rose and fell like waves upon the empty shore, echoing ceaselessly. There was nothing he could do but wait. Closing his eyes meant nothing, but his eyelids would shield him against the light, which would no doubt return as swiftly as the darkness had strangled it. With his hands, he searched his armor, knowing every piece and fastening after years upon years of use. Whether they be covered or bare, it mattered not; they knew the contours of the armor, and they assured him that his accouterments were intact. The prospect of victory required no reflection in his mind. He knew his training as intimately as the masters who had instructed him. His skills were ultimately tested within the fires of war, and proven upon the forge of combat. He knew himself, and his ability had awarded him the position of Captain of the Household Guard of the Amagan Royal House of Acorn. He needed no assurances or encouragement. He was a Amagan Royal Knight of the Phalanx; his job was leadership and exhortation personified. A magister of war, tried and true. And so he stood, relaxed and poised, waiting for the arena to manifest. Presently, he reached out with his Guardian-trained senses, feeling the ties to Chaos around him. The arena was coalescing. Glass, the product of earth refined by fire, manifested in paned walls. He hadn't needed to see them to know they were there. He supposed he could describe it in scientific terms, as he had been trained as such by the educational system of Echidnaopolis. He could, but from his father, he had learned that even in magick, there was still complexity in simplicity. Through science, he knew the process in his mind; through magick, he knew it in his soul. So, it would be a hall of mirrors. So be it. He had known his fair share of carnival merriment. Abruptly, the darkness was lifted in a kaleidoscope of color and bright, bright light. Auriel murmured a slient, heartfelt thanks to Aurora, that he had the prescience to keep his eyes closed. Blaire Fields "Lance!" Auriel's head cocked slightly as he registered her voice. It echoed through the narrow halls of the arena, but was distorted. She was in the arena, but she wasn't close. It was a hunt, then. As he stood there, musing over his battle strategy, the music he had heard before began to filter into his field of hearing: Sadistic's disembodied voice boomed out across the arena: Sadistic "I'm sure you're familiar with the hall of mirrors, a carnival staple, a great past time. I love it.... Auriel distantly acknowledged the voice of their host/tormentor, but paid him no further attention. He would find out about the arena his own way. Moreover, Sadistic was not his immediate opponent; Blaire was, and she deserved all the attention he could muster. She deserved a lot more (and that lewd, carnal thought was definitely the influence of his friend, Samuel), but that could wait. Perhaps. Slowly, he opened his eyes and let them become adjusted to the light level. Initially, he disdained Sadistic's choice of light level. A Hall of Mirrors owed most of its atmosphere to a dim light, where the colors seem to blend into each other, and the mind does not entirely see what it perceives. Sadistic seemed to had compensated for that, for the mirrors themselves were flawless in their reflection. The mirrors didn't glimmer from the reflection of light off their perfect visage, and for a moment, Auriel was unsure of whether or not it was a reflection or another knight standing there, dressed in his own livery. It took another projection of his mystic senses to determine the presence of a mirror. It was marksmanship no mortal, Mobian or Human, could imitate. Its perfection was such that one could almost fail to notice the reflection for what it was, should the conventional senses be brought to bear. Nor, he noticed, were all the mirrors reflecting only him. In some of the mirrors, he could see a reflection of his opponent, Miss Blaire. He had no physical way of knowing how far away in the arena she was, but the mirrors revealed no secrets. Normally, the more a reflection was bounced from mirror to mirror, the dimmer and less vivid the reflection. It was not the case here, for though her voice had come from some distance away, her visage made it appear that she stood in the same area as him. For the moment, she stood erect, looking around her surroundings. She was looking for him, as he was for her. It would be a dance of mirrors before they met. Auriel smirked in spite of himself. For all his idiocy, his annoyances, and his ruthless disregard for life, Sadistic had a bit of the poet in him. Detaching his sword on his back, he raised his free hand in the air, and traced an invisible symbol into the air. "Aurora, Goddess o' th' Dawn, Oi beg ye remember yer servant Auriel, An' let yon elements answer my call." Auriel let his sword droop in his grasp, and he raised his free hand above him as he began his mantra. "Omnipotent pow'r, foundation o' all things, Forged by th' Ancient Walkers, from Chaos Manifest, Throw off thy false garments, an' reveal thy true form." The power he had restricted himself to for this tournament was called the Chaos Discipline. Dealing with the mastery over what was commonly known as Chaos Energy, the Chaos Discipline allowed him to sense things on a metaphysical level. Chaos was everywhere, beaten and tempered into the mortar which held the fabric of the cosmos together. Everything, from the smallest speck of dust to the largest star, was held together with Chaos Energy. Paradoxical in its complexity, Chaos was referred to as such, because it had been forged and commanded to retain its current state. Ultimately, all sought to return to primordial simplicity. When commanded, the elements of Chaos could rise in its hackles, bowing in deference to practitioners of the Discipline. "Omnipotent pow'r, foundation o' all things, Forged by th' Ancient Walkers, from Chaos Manifest, Throw off thy false garments, an' reveal thy true form." Auriel's mastery in the Discipline included the Elemental Lores of Air, Fire, Water, and Earth. As he repeated his mantra, Chaos answered his call. To a normal eye, his immediate surroundings would seem to sharpen vividly. By contrast, from Auriel's magickal perspective, the Water in the Air about him began to hum. The Earth that gave the glass walls its foundation rumbled, and the Fire which gave the glass its form rippled on the outermost edge of ethereal perception. Maintaining his posture, he altered his mantra. "Omnipotent pow'r, foundation o' th' Air, set loose thy currents an' guide yer master through. "Omnipotent pow'r, foundation o' th' Air, set loose thy currents an' guide yer master through...." The Air about him stilled, as if in ephemeral obeisance, then swept into gentle motion. Moving deeper into the maze at last, Auriel raised his visor, and assumed a two-handed grip on his sword. His free hand found its grip almost halfway up the length of the blade, in accordance to the portion of his fighting art referred to as 'half-swording.' The Air would be his partner for the opening moves of this dance, until such time when Blaire would switch in for her turn. "Miss Blaire," Auriel called out. "Oi'm loathe t' defeat you, but Oi have my task, an' Oi've not seen enough o' yer skill t' judge yer worthiness! Oi call upon ye to prove yer mettle an' yer pedigree! Oi be Auriel, son o' Steppenwolf, son o' Edmund, th First Guardian o' th' Floating Isle, an' Oi shall dance wit' ye a little while!" Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Mar 27 2010, 09:31 PM.
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HollyYoshi	Mar 27 2010, 08:01 PM Post #4
I object to your claims Posts: 15,025 Group: =SB= Queens Member #9,640 Joined: January 9, 2009 Gender: Female Country: United States of America 3DS Friend Code: 1891-1489-0768 Nintendo ID: Agent_Blaire Game Currently Playing: Yoshi's Island	The visionary and auditory senses belonging to one Oakland Resistance Division Agent Blaire Fields were working overtime at this present moment in time. And why not? For this was the first time since this incubus of a tournament started that the Siberian Husky had to actively seek out her opponent. Well, unless one wanted to count round two; after all, when thick green miasma muddles up one�s sight and hearing, they were going to need a bit more effort to search for their adversary. This time however, Blaire�s senses were as keen as ever as the dog made her way through that labyrinth of reflective glass. There was an idiosyncratic clicking sound underfoot as she walked, which the violet-furred Mobian figured was caused by the soles of her puce boots softly hitting a terrazzo made of, as she guessed, linoleum. �Now this won�t do at all,� the husky said to herself, with a shake of her head. �But how do I keep my footsteps from drawing attention to myself? I could always take my boots off. That would soften the noise. However� � the Oakland Resistance Division Agent paused for a moment to consider this, the left hemisphere of her brain coming up with an analytical reason of why that was not a preeminent of an idea. �However, floors like these are kind of slippery for feet covered in fur. If I needed to make a quick escape, I wouldn�t have much traction barefoot as opposed to wearing my boots. If I was to slip and fall, I�m pretty sure pandemonium would ensue. Especially if I happened to crash right into a mirror.� Blaire cringed at the image the mental projector in her psyche had conjured up. She could she herself lodged into a mirror, her body contorted in a rather aberrant manner. Glass shards of all matter of shapes and sizes were not lying about the ground, but several were actually sticking out of the Mobian herself, each reflecting a distorted look of horror present in those death-clouded eyes. Wham. A gloved paw swiftly connected with the side of Blaire�s head, snapping her back to reality. �Note to self; don�t think about stuff like that. It�ll only cause me to lose focus.� "Aurora, Goddess o' th' Dawn, Oi beg ye remember yer servant Auriel, An' let yon elements answer my call." Like wine from the bottle into a chalice, the sound of that voice was poured into the dog�s ears. Immediately, Blaire recognized it as Auriel�s, her very adversary for this final confrontation. A smug grin crossed the Freedom Fighter�s muzzle, a stray fang actually sticking out of the top of her snout. �Heh, locating him is going to be easier then I figured. One of the first things they taught us in the O.R.D training classes was to not to give away your position to the enemy when you�re hiding. It seems as if Auriel�s training program neglected to mention that. Well, at least I can use that to my advantage.� "Omnipotent pow'r, foundation o' all things, Forged by th' Ancient Walkers, from Chaos Manifest, Throw off thy false garments, an' reveal thy true form." Auriel�s voice guiding her to him like a vocal compass-such as those GPS systems found in most modern vehicles-Blaire continued her promenade through the maze that was the Hall of Mirrors. This time however, so that she wouldn�t make the mistake of giving herself away, the dog took softer steps, gently placing her feet on the floor with each and every footfall, thereby eliminating that divulging clicking resonance from her boots. "Omnipotent pow'r, foundation o' all things, Forged by th' Ancient Walkers, from Chaos Manifest, Throw off thy false garments, an' reveal thy true form." �I�ve got to admit it, that chant does have some poetic charm in it.� Blaire mused, smiling faintly to herself. However, a sudden thought struck her, like a metaphorical bolt of lightning; �Wait, why did he repeat the same verse twice?� Omnipotent pow'r, foundation o' th' Air, set loose thy currents an' guide yer master through. "Omnipotent pow'r, foundation o' th' Air, set loose thy currents an' guide yer master through.... �And there he goes repeating a verse again,� Blaire thought, chuckling inwardly to herself. Although, she figured that the mantra had to have some kind of meaning. After all, once Auriel completed his chant, the canine noticed some sort of odd stillness in the air. Miss Blaire. Oi'm loathe t' defeat you, but Oi have my task, an' Oi've not seen enough o' yer skill t' judge yer worthiness! �Just be patient,� Blaire wanted to tell him, a smirk on her muzzle. Of course, she was still sticking to her original plan of trying not to draw attention to herself. So instead, the cold-weather canine kept her mouth shut and her feet moving. Oi call upon ye to prove yer mettle an' yer pedigree! Once again, Blaire found an eyebrow of hers arching. �Ho-kay? I can prove the former pretty easily. But how do I prove that nothing but Siberian Husky blood runs through my veins? Of course, he could always mean another kind of pedigree. Oi be Auriel, son o' Steppenwolf, son o' Edmund, th First Guardian o' th' Floating Isle, an' Oi shall dance wit' ye a little while! �And I be Blaire, daughter of Rachael and Alexander Fields, Siberian Husky, Freedom Fighter, and Agent of The Oakland Resistance Division. As well as a chocolate mint addict, can�t forget that,� the dog thought with a humorous grin on her visage. Auriel sounded like he was in pretty close proximity to Blaire by now. The Siberian Husky wagered that she only had to traverse a couple more corridors before finally meeting up with the echidna. Despite herself, as she crept about, the purple-furred Mobian could not help notice something quite unusual about the mirrors that made up the vestibules; Imagine this scenario, if you will; when standing in between two mirror that are facing each other, a person�s reflection would be constantly bounced off from each looking glass. Therefore, one would have a reflection of a reflection, of a reflection, of a reflection and so on, in a never ending form. The mirrors here, in contrast, were much different; Blaire could only see a single distorted manifestation of herself in each set of glass. While she should have been surprised at that, in reality, she just rolled her eyes, considering it to be another trick of the judges. At long last did the canine round, for now at least, the final corner that would lead her to her opponent. She could see Auriel�s reflection in the mirrors, each one of them warped into atypical figures. Now, if she was to locate the true Mobian, Blaire was going to have to find the one echidna that was not twisted out of shape, as it were. And she knew just how to do so. Before, it would have been unwise to give away her position. Now however? The husky and the echidna were pretty much in the same hallway, where they not? Therefore, it wouldn�t matter to much if she let Auriel know where she was. Sure, she still could have continued to be silent, thereby setting up a sneak attack, but a tactic like that wasn�t what she was planning. Instead, she decided to attract attention to herself, through the use of but one solitary word; �Hey!� (Bangle Charge: 10%)



Lord Talancir D'Landior	Mar 28 2010, 10:51 PM Post #5
~ RP Knight ~ Posts: 2,394 Group: Former Monarchs Member #2,592 Joined: September 26, 2007 Gender: Male Game Currently Playing: All the games. All of it.	http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJMieEI80so To say the maze was bewildering was putting it mildly. The mirrors were all but seamless, and the terrazzo floor blended perfectly with its reflection. If it weren't for the reflections of himself and Blaire, he wouldn't know where the floor of the maze ended and a mirror began. The effect made his stomach churn uncomfortably. By his physical reckoning, he hadn't a forewarning of a bend or a turn until it was upon him. To his credit, he wasn't relying overmuch on his physical senses. Thanks be to Aurora, the spell he had cast had turned the air itself into an element of sensing. The air in the maze was moving, responding to Auriel's command. It was nowhere near as powerful as a breeze, but if one stood still, it could be felt moving by. Thanks to the air itself, Auriel had a fairly good idea of where Blaire was in the arena. He could almost feel her breath as it left her dainty snout, and he noticed the way her lithe body displaced the air as she moved, attempting to hunt him. The way the air assisted Auriel in detecting Blaire was almost sinful in its sensuality. He cared not about any allusion of stealth in this maze. She had to have been alerted to his direction from his voice, smirking in some perceived sense of superiority. Auriel knew how to play the stealth game as well (which was a feat in and of itself, considering his assortment of armor), but there was no advantage to be gained in an environment that sundered concealment, and offered disorientation in its wake. He therefore determined not to trust in any notion of subterfuge. The match must come to blows sooner or later, so why delay the inevitable? Blaire Fields "Hey!" Auriel turned his head slightly, a faint smile dancing upon his lips. "Ah, so she's somewhere behind me... I'm not quite ready to trade blows with her yet, however. I'm enjoying this dance. Now what would Samuel do...?" As the ghost of a smile grew into a smirk, Auriel rounded a turn, and stepped into another winding corridor of mirrors. His heavy steps barely shook the floor as he walked, and his armor hissed softly as it scraped over itself. "Hey t' you too, darlin'," he called back. "Oi cannae find you yet, but from what can be seen, yer lookin' quite pleasin'. Oi hope yer havin' as much mirth as Oi." Auriel glanced to either side of him, then rounded another bend in the corridor. He decided to walk parallel to Blaire's general direction, albeit a few levels deeper into the glass imbroglio. It would probably confuse her, to close the distance between them, only to have it increase again. He decided then to employ a simple trick he had learned from the soldiers back home. He hadn't been exceptional at the skill, and it had been years since he'd been able to play with his compatriots. But then, perhaps his level of expertise would help him even a little bit in this morass of a match. "So this 'Lance' fellow," he said conversationally, his voice bouncing off the walls as he began to employ his crude ventriloquism, "He must be quite th' man t' win him a supple prize as delicious as you. No doubt 'e's every bit yer match. Quite th' hand winnin' pair. "Ye strike me as one o' those honorable lady soldiers Oi've 'ad th' honor o' servin' with. Every bit th' warrior, on th' field... an' off, too. Lance 'as got t' be every bit yer equal t' keep up with ye, eh?" Auriel ceased his speech, as he pondered his next section of the conversation. "An' quite th' task t' be given, for yon ladies oft 'ave youth an' vigor t' outlast even th' most virile o' men. For, not any sort o' man tha' falls under their gaze be worthy enough fer uncrossed legs. Though, even they 'ave their moments..." And he chuckled in spite of himself, his mind full of old, fond memories. EDIT: Argh, accent marks and words. I must stop writing when I should be sleeping. Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Mar 29 2010, 06:32 AM.
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HollyYoshi	Mar 29 2010, 10:45 PM Post #6
I object to your claims Posts: 15,025 Group: =SB= Queens Member #9,640 Joined: January 9, 2009 Gender: Female Country: United States of America 3DS Friend Code: 1891-1489-0768 Nintendo ID: Agent_Blaire Game Currently Playing: Yoshi's Island	At Blaire�s call, Auriel had slightly turned his head towards her. The Siberian Husky could not see the faint smile upon his visage, but she cared not about the echidna�s facial features. She had gotten the fellow Mobian�s attention, just the goal she wanted to achieve that moment. Now, one would figure that Auriel would turn around, and walk towards where the voice of the canine had come from. However, that�s not at all what the armored echidna did. On the contrary, he began to walk forward, in the direction his body already facing, swiftly rounding one of the vestibule�s corridors. �Now why would he be doing that?� the Oakland Resistance Division Agent wondered, obviously very perplexed by her opponent�s actions. �He�s got to be planning some sort of trick. Well, two can play at this game,� the canine thought with a characteristic smirk, an idea materializing itself within her mind. Hey t' you too, darlin'. Oi cannae find you yet, but from what can be seen, yer lookin' quite pleasin'. Blaire had to chuckle a little when Auriel mentioned that he couldn�t find her, her finger tips gently touching her lips. �Oh really? Well, if you had just turned around and began walking, you would have seen me eventually. Instead, you�re trying to trick me, aren�t you? Well, I doubt it�ll work.� Oi hope yer havin' as much mirth as Oi. �Oh, I have a pretty good sense of humor,� she replied out loud, her voice reverberating through the corridors. So this 'Lance' fellow, he must be quite th' man t' win him a supple prize as delicious as you. No doubt 'e's every bit yer match. Quite th' hand winnin' pair. �Oh you have no idea,� the dog whispered softly, fond memories of her and Lance gently floating about in her mind. �That husky,� she began, pausing for a brief moment, �Is just wonderful. I love him with all my heart and soul.� Ye strike me as one o' those honorable lady soldiers Oi've 'ad th' honor o' servin' with. �Well, I�ve always considered myself as having pretty good morals.� Every bit th' warrior, on th' field... an' off, too. Lance 'as got t' be every bit yer equal t' keep up with ye, eh? �Again, you have no idea,� the violet-furred husky replied, a pleased grin crossing her furry muzzle. She heard the rest of the armored echidna�s speech, but paid him no mind after that. For now it was time to focus on the salient part of the match-winning. And when Blaire was announced as the victor of this m�l�e, she�d move onto something far more vital than even that; liberating the captured souls of this nightmare of a tournament. First things first, however; she still had to get past Auriel. For a moment, the Siberian Husky stood in that corridor, eyes slowly, ever so slowly, moving across the walls. Mentally, she began some calculations that, if her estimates were close enough, would yield some successful results. �Okay, it seems like we�re looking at hallways that are seven, eight feet wide. Hmm, should be a small enough distance. Alright then,� the purple-furred Mobian mused, rubbing her paws together. �Let�s go,� she whispered, a smirk crossing her lavender muzzle soon after those words left her mouth. In the blink of an eye, Blaire suddenly went from standing idly around, to tearing through that labyrinth hall at full speed, trench coat billowing behind her, tail wagging. Halfway through the corridor, she felt that she had achieved enough speed to perform the maneuver she was planning. By the use of lightning fast reflexes, the canine launched herself into the air, her body at a forty-five degree angle. She landed soon after, not on the linoleum floor, but actually on one of the mirrors making up the maze parapets. Blaire rested there for but a split second, before pushing herself off that wall and onto another. Again and again she repeated that wall jump, till she was a mere two feet from the top of a mirror. On her last round, the Siberian Husky performed a rather nifty front flip, gaining herself some extra air. Now higher in the air, Blaire wrapped her gloved fingers around the apex of one of the looking glasses. She twisted her body around once, and then let herself drop, right on the zenith of the mirror. Like a lever, the glass structure leaned back and forth a few times, threatening to deposit the Freedom Fighter back onto the ground. �Oh no you don�t� Blaire mentally warned the inanimate object, keeping herself firmly balanced atop it. Now came the next phase of the dog�s plot. As see was now higher up, it only made sense that she could see further away, just what she wanted to be able to do right about now. And since she had nothing to block her view, Blaire could easily pick out the spot in the maze where Auriel was. With the echidna in her sights, the husky leapt towards another of the glass bulwarks. Though she planted her feet firmly on top of the mirror, that sure didn�t stop her body itself from wobbling just a tad as Blaire tried to keep her equilibrium. �Okay, steady Blaire, steady,� the Mobian inwardly coached herself, before regaining her poise and jumping towards yet another mirror. Before she knew it, the canine found herself right above Auriel, arms crossed and a confident grin on her face. �Why hello there,� she called out, eager to see the reaction on her foe�s visage. There was a sharp hissing sound as Blaire pulled her Sapphire Blade from its scabbard. Keeping a tight grip on the hilt of her saber, the violet-furred Siberian Husky leapt of that reflective rampart. With a quick flick of her arm, she managed to slam the tip of the blade into the mirror, the glass right around it cracking somewhat. By using the sword to help her slide down, and therefore slow down her descent, Blaire could help prevent herself from getting injured if she landed wrong. After all, a twisted ankle and the like would most certainly not be a good thing in a battle as important as this. Cringing at the nails-on-a-chalkboard sound her sword made as it rubbed against the mirror, Blaire leisurely slid down. As soon as the soles of her puce boots touched the ground, the dog pulled her Sapphire Blade out and way from the looking glass. As she addressed Auriel, her voice beamed with the confidence of someone who truly felt she was going to win this tournament. �You didn�t think you�d avoid fighting me forever, did you? You have to confront me sooner or later and I think now would be as good a time as any, don�t you?� (Bangle Charge: 20%)



Lord Talancir D'Landior	Mar 31 2010, 05:23 PM Post #7
~ RP Knight ~ Posts: 2,394 Group: Former Monarchs Member #2,592 Joined: September 26, 2007 Gender: Male Game Currently Playing: All the games. All of it.	Blessed Aurora, he was acting old. Auriel laughed at himself for such a thought. It was barely a moment after he had given Blaire an insult wrapped in a compliment, that the old memories welled up in him. He was years younger then, a trainee in the Royal Knights. He had been brought in from his self-imposed exile from the Floating Island, searching the Amagan Empire for news of his elder brother. One of his fellow squires had taken a liking to him. A comely, crimson-haired wolf of dark furred complexion and a wild, adventurous streak, her name was Rykker Tianar. He couldn't quite remember who seduced who, but from that point onward, they became intermittent lovers. That first time had been as special as it was exhausting. During a break in their training, she had challenged him to a game of fortitude, to take a proper measure of his liver. A near contiguous fortnight later, he had quietly feared for his health-- Auriel shook his head, clearing his mind. By Aurora, he was getting senile in his prolonged years. He should have been paying attention to Blaire. He was, but he allowed his mind to wander, even if for the briefest of seconds. He'd been so caught up in the moment that he'd almost lost his grip on his command over his Air Lore. Quickly reorienting himself, he felt Blaire standing in her area of the glass maze, assessing her surroundings. 'Twas strange in that she hadn't reacted the way he expected. There ought to have some kind of indignation manifesting in her, especially after what he'd insinuated. She either hadn't caught it (unlikely, for she gave the impression of a well read, sophisticated woman), or she hadn't let it bother her. Auriel nodded in grim satisfaction. He had called upon her to prove her pedigree, and by and by, she was proving herself to be of sterner stuff than the caliber to be found from a conscripted peasant levy. What she was doing now, however, was far less apparent. 'What on Mobius is she doing...?' And then, in the midst of his musing, Blaire crouched like a predator over her prey, and launched herself into a sprint. Staring at a nearby mirror, yet seeing nothing, Auriel's brows furrowed. In the space of an instant, he wondered if she had tired of the chase. Such a ratiocination vanished in an eye-blink, when he felt Blaire's sprint led her into a mirror. Rather than colliding into it, she pushed herself off its surface with a jump. He had seen such acrobatics before, and as Blaire rebounded yet higher off the adjacent glass wall, he deduced her intent. Playtime was ended, and he found himself critically short on time. Auriel hurriedly adjusted his grip on his sword, freeing his left hand. As he let his right arm hang loosely, he held up his left in a gesture of command. His more general Elemental litany from earlier had not yet dissipated; in his mind's eye, the element of Fire trapped within its cage of glass still rippled expectantly, and the Earth within still growled its quiet rumble. "Thank you, my Lady." Blaire completed her maneuver, and deftly steadied herself upon the rampart of the glass wall. Unbidden, the visage of Rykker entered his mind yet again. It was slightly unsettling to be reminded of her after so very long. There had to be some sort of association between Rykker and Miss Blaire. Turning his back to Blaire's direction, he placed his left hand, still forming the gesture of command with the fingers, on the closest mirror. Tracing the symbol of Control endlessly on its surface, he began to swiftly murmur: "Salamander's tongue, breath of Ifrit, angry heart o' th' ancient Titans. Omnipotent pow'r, tinder of Fire, by Aurora Oi beg thee hear my call. Hearken t' yer master's word, an' supplant th' gale o' th' world." Blaire leapt eight feet to the next glass wall, inexorably closing the distance between the two combatants. Such a leap from a stationary position was a commendable feat of athletics and skill, but ultimately clumsy. It was very straightforward of her, but there were far easier ways of closing the gap. This new Litany would disrupt his air sensing. It might even shatter it with the lack of lengthy preparation, and the resulting backlash would be as painful for him as it would be for her. Be that as it may, Auriel had no choice, and would have to hope for the best. Within his paradigm, the Elemental Lores are represented in two cycles; Creation and Control. In the Cycle of Creation, Air creates Fire by feeding it. In the Cycle of Control, Fire controlled Air by consuming it. The Air Litany had unfettered the latent Chaos Energy within the element. It would provide readily consumed fuel for his next Litany, with little difficulty. The two Lores fed from each other on the scale of both cycles, and making one Litany follow after another would cause the second Litany to manifest as easily as the sun rises every morning. "Omnipotent pow'r, tinder of Fire, by Aurora Oi beg thee hear my call. Hearken t' yer master's word, an' supplant th' gale o' th' world." The Fire Lore's rippling gradually grew feral and almost menacing in its intensity. The rippling itself ceased to be limited only to his ethereal vision, and slowly crossed over to be seen by more physical senses. As he concentrated, the mirrors next to the one upon which his hand drew the symbol began to echo that more vivid turbulence. Time is what was needed here, but it was barely enough. With each second, however, more of the Fire Lore would be poised to answer his Litany. "Omnipotent pow'r, tinder of Fire, by Aurora Oi beg thee hear my call. Hearken t' yer master's word, an' supplant th' gale o' th' world." The glass wall at his back had begun to ripple ever so slightly as Blaire finally reached it. In the reflection of the mirror in front of him, Auriel could see her standing haughtily over him, arms crossed and grinning confidently. Blaire Fields �Why hello there,� she called out, eager to see the reaction on her foe�s visage. Unbidden, Rykker once again superimposed herself on his mind's eye, standing as haughtily as Blaire, resplendent in her silver grey livery of a Royal Knight of the Phalanx. Now he understood. Rykker shared her spirit with Blaire. In another time and place, they could have been mistaken for sisters. Despite the seriousness of his predicament, the comparison hit close to his unattended heart. In one smooth moment, Blaire pulled her Sapphire Blade from its scabbard. The sharpness of the blade hissed as it ground against the scabbard's interior, which culminated in a dim ringing sound as it finally cleared its berth. It was an elegant thing, a perfect echo of its wielder. The blade's gleaming, azure surface was interrupted by faint, glossy swirls; a clear benchmark to the Damascan style of its making. It was slender, yet strong. It had a character all its own, and yet paid homage to its master in ways that was neither underscored nor in excess. "Omnipotent pow'r, tinder of Fire, by Aurora Oi beg thee hear my call. Hearken t' yer master's word, an' supplant th' gale o' th' world." The rippling on the mirrors had expanded its range, encompassing their immediate area, as well as one additional layer of glass walls around them. Blaire leapt down from the precipice of the glass wall, slowing her descent by forcing her sword into the wall behind her as she went. It performed as attempted, though it was near ineffectual, and she avoided crippling herself at the end of her plunge toward the terrazzo floor. The blade squeaked painfully as she slid down, but Auriel avoided the worst of it, by virtue of his ears being covered by his helmet. Victory was written clear as day on her face as she moved her sword away from the glass. As much as he didn't want to fight her, and as much as she reminded him of his long dead, erstwhile lover, he had no choice now. Blaire Fields �You didn�t think you�d avoid fighting me forever, did you? You have to confront me sooner or later and I think now would be as good a time as any, don�t you?� Auriel didn't answer her question. Instead, he moved his right arm slowly, pointing with his sword at a spot on the ground between the two combatants. His proud, armor clad shoulders sagged. With a jerk of his head, he brought his visor down over his face, and sighed deeply. Before the last of his breath left his lungs, he closed his eyes, and quietly rasped the ghost of a word, sealing his Litany. "Feed." In an instant, there was no sound, for the Chaos Energy holding together the air about them was consumed by the fire in the mirrors. What breath was left in Auriel's lungs were forced out via a miniature model of an explosive decompression. His ears popped painfully. The mirrors around them glimmered for an instant as the Chaos Energy reconstituted itself within the Lore of Fire, then shattered as the delicate balance in the glass between Fire and Earth was sundered. In its wake, his air sensing was shredded into ribbons, reinforcing the newest litany in a cascade of backlash. Two layers deep into the maze, the Lore of Fire raced into the vacuum created by the consumption of Air, carrying with it the remnants of the Earth Lore, manifested in the form of glass dust and sand. The implosion created by the vacuum and the influx of reinforced Fire Lore threw Auriel backward into its center. His surcoat and dangling shoulder cloth were pockmarked with shards of glass. More shards tore into his unprotected dreadlocks, and swept in around the small openings in his helmet. He dared not open his eyes or draw breath until it was all over. The instinct of escape forced him to roll away from the epicenter, his body beginning to jerk spasmodically from the lack of oxygen. He could endure it, if only for a little while. Echidnaopolis was considered a high altitude environment; his biological birthright would help him endure a vacuum, until the unnatural moment passed. After a seeming eternity, his body finally bumped into a section of the glass maze that had not been destroyed. The impact distracted him, and his willpower to refrain from drawing breath failed. With barely enough presence of mind to keep his teeth gritted shut, he drew breath at last, greedily sucking it in and restoring the oxygen denied to his body. With his free hand, he flipped up his visor, and cracked open his eyes. The once intact section of the maze he had occupied was now cloaked in a cloud of dust, and he could barely hear anything over his own rasping breath. With the air returning to normal, there was naught but the aftermath of an explosion of shattering glass echoing in his ears. With a great effort, he brought himself to his knees, cradling his sword in his lap. His gums and his nose began to bleed from the dust he had inhaled into his mouth and nose, but somehow he had escaped the worst of it. Forcing himself unsteadily to his feet, he leaned back against a section of the glass wall, and spit a bloody wad onto the terrazzo floor. His energy would return as his body continued consuming oxygen. As he greedily sucked breath through his teeth, he panted, "Tha'.... wasn't... s'pposed t'.... 'appen...."
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HollyYoshi	Apr 1 2010, 09:27 PM Post #8
I object to your claims Posts: 15,025 Group: =SB= Queens Member #9,640 Joined: January 9, 2009 Gender: Female Country: United States of America 3DS Friend Code: 1891-1489-0768 Nintendo ID: Agent_Blaire Game Currently Playing: Yoshi's Island	Blaire had anticipated that Auriel would answer her inquiry, even with just a simple nod. Alas, her predictions were not to be expected. While the young Siberian Husky was using acrobatic maneuvers to reach her opponent, the armored echidna had begun yet another chant. Though she appreciated the glorious poetry contained within, the violet-furred dog had not a clue what it was about. Nor did she want to, strangely, especially if the mantra was the catalyst of a powerful magic attack. Right before he had finished his chant, Auriel made a simple gesture, pointing his sword at a spot right in the dead center of where the two Mobians were standing. Blaire, arms crossed and right eyebrow raised, watched how the red-furred echidna gave a brisk nod of his head, causing the visor of his helmet to slide down over his visage. Feed. All hell broke loose. Two vestibules worth of mirrors had suddenly shattered, causing razor sharp glass shards to rain down on the two combatants. Blaire felt herself being thrown backwards from the force of an explosion, the pieces of mirrors reflecting the look of panic on her face. Unlike Auriel, who stopped immediately when he reached an intact glass rampart, the husky kept on going, slamming right into the wall. That�s right; the macabre vision she had before was coming true. However, there was one key difference. Unlike in her mental image, which showed her as a lifeless corpse, Blaire was still very much alive, if quite a bit on the injured side. The Siberian Husky lay stuck inside a mirror, glass shards sticking out of various parts of her body. Blood slowly oozed from the wounds, painting the linoleum terrazzo a deep crimson color. With a groan, the canine forced open those cobalt blue eyes of hers, her vision filled with dusty images of the arena. �Oh shoot�� �That�s what my opponent is capable of?! No wonder he made it all the way to the finals! If I have to go through another round of that�� the canine paused to take a deep breath, filling her lungs with much-needed air. ��I don�t think I�ll last long in this match.� There was a sense of hopelessness in that thought, as if Blaire had received a divination of her defeat. That�s right; this Siberian Husky�s confidence in herself was slowly starting to fade away. One that knew the dog�s poised demeanor well would be surprised at this gradual loss of assurance. But in reality, it actually made quite a bit of sense. For the canine was now facing something she had never encountered before; magic of that caliber. Oh sure, Blaire had experience with kinesthetic abilities, herself being a skilled cyrokinetic. But this? This was just off the charts. �Ugh! Come on Blaire! Don�t think about stuff like that! You can beat this guy! You know you can!� the purple-furred Mobian told herself, the tips of her fingers pressing into her skull. �Can I? To Blaire�s relief, she wasn�t wedged in that looking glass as tightly as she figured-all it took was a little squirming around to get herself loose enough to slowly slip out. With a pain-filled moan, the Oakland Resistance Division managed to stand on shaky legs. Through the cloud of dust the canine could make out the silhouette of Auriel leaning against an undamaged mirror. From the husky�s vantage point, the echidna didn�t look too worse for the wear. �Lucky him,� Blaire thought, gently yanking out a mirror shard that was slightly embedded in her neck. As she moved her arm to toss the portion of broken glance over her shoulder, the canine was suddenly struck with an idea. And as she pulled the glass shard in front of here and gazed at her bloodstained reflection, a sly smirk crossed the dog�s lavender-furred muzzle. This could be used to her advantage. �Hmm, a piece of sharp glass isn�t all that different from the ice shards of my Glacial Triangle. Aside from the fact that it takes a bit more to melt the former, or course. Therefore, I should be able to use this glass just like I would use my Glacial Triangle skill. Yeah, I think I may be on to something here.� By now, the dust had begun to clear a mite. It was still difficult for Blaire see more then her opponent�s general shape amidst all the dirt and grime hovering about, but she could manage. At least, she hoped she could. From below her left knee the canine slowly pulled out another part of the shattered looking glass, wincing as she did so. Next, she reached out to gently grip a shard that was sticking out of her right arm. A wave of pain coursed through Blaire�s limb as soon as her fingers made contact with the piece of a mirror, resulting in an involuntary wince from the young husky. �Okay, this isn�t going to work for long. I�m going to have to grit my teeth and-� �Yow!� In contrast with how the Siberian Husky had gently taken out the first two shards of glass, she practically yanked this one out. However, though it had caused a good amount of pain for Blaire, it was ultimately a good idea, so she hoped. Not just for health reasons, but now the violet-furred dog had some weapons that could prove to be very handy in this skirmish. The Oakland Resistance Division Agent crouched down onto a knee, her right paw clutching one of the pieces of mirrors, the other two in her left paw. Tongue sticking out of the side of her mouth and one eye squinted almost shut, Blaire took aim at Auriel. By this time, the dust cloud had settled quite a bit, though a few stray specks still drifted about in the air. The canine could now see cascades of blood running down the echidna�s face, most likely a result of getting battered with razor-sharp pieces of mirrors, Blaire mused. �Target locked.� With a flick of her wrist the Mobian had transformed that glass shard into a serrated arrow, distorted images reflected in its surface as it flew towards Blaire�s opponent like a bullet. However, the dog didn�t stop with that one shard. Oh no, she flung the other two in the direction of Auriel, praying that at least one of the trio would stab him somewhere in his as-of-now unprotected face. �This had better work.� (Bangle Charge: 30%)



Lord Talancir D'Landior	Apr 4 2010, 08:49 AM Post #9
~ RP Knight ~ Posts: 2,394 Group: Former Monarchs Member #2,592 Joined: September 26, 2007 Gender: Male Game Currently Playing: All the games. All of it.	That really wasn't supposed to happen. Not at that intensity, anyway. His intent behind his litany was for the air to be consumed by the fire within the glass. It would be the brief vacuum that would disrupt Blaire's equilibrium, and give him the advantage he wanted. In his haste, Auriel failed to dismiss his previous weaving, and the first litany augmented the second with catastrophic results. A more experienced, less religiously bound spellmaster might not have suffered the fate Auriel did, but then, Auriel knew his obligations. It was more respectful to the Goddess to end a litany before compounding a second on top of it. Auriel's mouth swam with sanguine liquid mingling with his spittle, vaguely copper in taste. His nose stank of it, and congealed blood began to clog his nostrils. Grimacing from his disgust, he forcefully blew his nose, dotting the floor and his armor with flecks of liquid and clotted blood. He didn't need to plead for the Goddess' reasoning to feel a hint of motherly disapproval. Auriel's mouth twisted in chagrin, and he spat crimson blood once more onto the ground. 'So be it. I will have to be more careful.' The glass dust obscuring the arena had begun to settle, and he could make out the kneeling silhouette of Blaire. She had paid the butcher's bill quite painfully, that much was certain. Blood oozed from various injuries sustained from the imploding glass, staining her mottled fur and disheveled clothing. She was not kneeling out of response to her predicament, however. She had held up her hand in a classic knife throwing pose, and he could make out the squinting of her eyes. "Hmh," Auriel murmured. 'Let's not be too obvious, lass...' One of the most important things for a knight to remember is how to protect his vulnerabilities. Though clad in chain mail and plate mail, a knight still had chinks in his defenses. A strong, firm thrust could pierce through the chain mail at the armpits and joints. Though covered with two layers of thick chain mail, a strong assault to the groin could bring down a fully grown man. The palm of a knight's gauntlet could also be taken advantage of, but the most critical weakness was a raised visor. Auriel wondered in an aloof manner if Blaire could strike him in his face, then quickly raised his left hand to pull down his visor. In the same instant, Blaire let fly with her serrated projectiles. With admirable accuracy, the first shard struck Auriel's raised hand. It was a race against time that he couldn't completely win, and he knew it. The second projectile struck true, piercing through the corner of his upper lip, ripping open a cut that emulated a Glasgow Smile. This second glass shard bounced off his cheekbone and was gone, and Auriel jerked away in reflex, groaning in surprise as his visor clicked shut. "Urhh!" The third sailed past, narrowly missing his helmet. Auriel ran his tongue through his wound, feeling the extent of his injury. Slowly, he turned to regard Blaire, disdain and pain broadcast from his body language. He could already feel the blood from this new wound dripping onto the inside of his bevor; in a few moments, Blaire would see the result oozing from the bottom of his neck protection, and over the front of his breastplate. Auriel's left hand twitched, fighting against his resolve to cradle his face, and he screamed indignantly. "OW!!" Regaining his composure after a brief moment, he regrasped his sword in both hands, in accordance with the 'half-swording' technique. Auriel crouched, and held out his sword, tip angled slightly toward Blaire, and began to shuffle forward. "A descent strike, yon piffle-peddler! Oi'm afraid, however, that's all yer gettin'. Come now, an' don't be a poltroon. Let's dance." Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Apr 4 2010, 12:59 PM.
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HollyYoshi	Apr 5 2010, 06:03 PM Post #10
I object to your claims Posts: 15,025 Group: =SB= Queens Member #9,640 Joined: January 9, 2009 Gender: Female Country: United States of America 3DS Friend Code: 1891-1489-0768 Nintendo ID: Agent_Blaire Game Currently Playing: Yoshi's Island	Score! Like arrows hitting a bull�s-eye, two of those three projectiles connected, the second really hitting where Blaire had aimed it, catching Auriel right in the upper corner of his lip. The canine wagered that the first shard would have struck somewhere in the echidna�s face, had his hand not been blocking that particular area of his visage. As for the third and final piece of glass, it sailed harmlessly past the Siberian Husky�s opponent, producing a clattering timbre as it collided with a mirror. �Ah, two out of three. Not bad, not bad at all,� the violet dog thought, wearing a smirk along her lavender muzzle, her palms pressing against her hips. Blaire could see the blood caused by her second projectile seeping from Auriel�s neck protection and down the breastplate of his armor, the viscous liquid looking a bit like some sort of syrup dyed crimson; of course it was certainly nowhere near as delectable as the substance one pours over a stack of pancakes. OW!! At that cry, Blaire couldn�t help but chuckle. She herself had been thrown right into a mirror, received a body full of glass shards, and what was her outward reaction? No more than a simple �oh shoot�. Well, she actually did scream after pulling that one shard out; still, it made the canine snicker seeing Auriel scream in pain so much from an injury that was a mere scrape compared to what she had to go through. �Ah, what�s the matter? Can�t take a little pain?� she inquired in an ersatz form of tenderness, not allowing the supercilious look on the echidna�s features to affect her in any negative way. �Boy, if he can�t take a little thing like that, then maybe this match won�t be so bad after all.� A decent strike, yon piffle-peddler! �Decent? Ha! That was far more than just �decent�, and you know it!� Blaire called out to her adversary, paw cupped over her snout. Oi'm afraid that's all yer gettin'. Come now, an' don't be a poltroon. Let's dance. �Are you honestly calling me a coward when you couldn�t even take a glass shard to the face?� the Siberian Husky wondered, watching Auriel shamble towards her. With a simple shrug of her shoulders, the dog bent down and picked up the weapon she had let go of after colliding head on with a mirror. Next, she yanked out a few more shards from her body-two from below her knee, one from her tail, and a fourth from the tip of her right ear-and placed them in her trench coat pocket. A prolonged yawn of boredom escaped Blaire�s mouth, as she then leaned against one of the intact looking glasses, a composed expression on her face. She was still a bit nervous about how this battle was going to conclude, but she felt she was hiding her true feelings very well. �Let�s see, my foe is making his way towards me, I�m getting a bit bored with him; yep, this is a good of time as any to snack on just one mint.� the Siberian Husky mused, reaching into the pocket opposite the one where she had put the pieces of glass. However, instead of a tin receptacle filled with a delightfully delectable desert of the diminutive variety, Blaire�s fingers touched cloth, and only cloth. �Well how do you like that?� the canine thought, rolling her eyes. �I must have left the container on a table back at the cafeteria. Drat, and that was the only pack I brought with me.� �Oh well,� the purple-furred Mobian muttered with a shrug. �If I can�t have my mints, I can at least have the satisfaction of defeating you, and then saving everyone that has lost in this tournament, as well as the loved ones of certain combatants,� Blaire said out loud, slowly advancing towards Auriel. In just a few moments, the two would meet. When that happened, the real battle would commence. (Bangle Charge: 40%)



Lord Talancir D'Landior	Apr 9 2010, 09:50 PM Post #11
~ RP Knight ~ Posts: 2,394 Group: Former Monarchs Member #2,592 Joined: September 26, 2007 Gender: Male Game Currently Playing: All the games. All of it.	'Hmm.... so not innately noble as I had hoped,' Auriel lamented in his thoughts. He had deliberately closed the fifteen foot distance slowly so that he could gauge Blaire's reaction, take note of her fighting stance, and contemplate a pathway to victory. Had she been someone from his original time, he might have charged headlong at her, fully conversant with what she could and couldn't do. This 'modern age' was something completely different, so it stood to reason that new tactics could have been made to counter his centuries-old fighting technique. Blaire was not eagerly seeking to cross swords with him, however. She had taken out the worst of the impaling glass shards out of her earlier. Everything else was merely an convenience, but she made a show of removing these minor parasites, and then feigned boredom. Her body language was quite convincing, but the eyes were the mirrors of the soul, and their azure depths hinted at something other than boredom or arrogant grandstanding. Auriel allowed a low, bubbling growl to escape his mangled, bloody lips, and he moved his head slowly to the side. 'What derision! What abject discourtesy! Upon my fathers, she'll feel the sting of my displeasure today!' She had armed herself with glass shards, obviously with the intent of utilizing them as crude throwing projectiles. She couldn't have been saving them as souvenirs; no, that would be morbidly out of what he assumed her character comprised. He would have to bear a little caution in mind and watch her movements closely. She was lucky before, but the fates were callous in all its dealings. Blaire tired of her charade (Auriel surmised), and began to slowly walk forward. Blaire Fields �If I can�t have my mints, I can at least have the satisfaction of defeating you, and then saving everyone that has lost in this tournament, as well as the loved ones of certain combatants.� "Amad�n," Auriel muttered, flecking the inside of his bevor with thick ichor. 'Fool, naive girl. There is no escape for the defeated, or I'd have given my life to let you succeed. There is naught for the victor but to cherish the memory of the fallen.' No more time for reflection. No more time for easy contemplation. The crucible of war was upon them both, and there would be a heavy toll for its passing. Each pondering step Auriel took became a rhythm, and as he stepped, he began to circle to the right. Around him, the reflections of unmarred walls cast their mimicking gaze for all to see, and stamped in time to his dirge. His sad voice, muffled and distorted by blood and bevor, rang out in accented, somber tenor notes. He raised his sword to mid-chest height, angled the tip towards Blaire's saber, and crouched ever so slightly. "Forget not th' field where they perish'd, Th' truest, th' last o' th' brave, All gone - an' th' bright hope we cherish'd Gone with 'em, an' quench'd in their grave! Oh! could we from death but recover These hearts they bounded afore, In th' face o' high heav'n t' fight over That combat fer freedom once more; But 'tis past - an' tho' blazon'd in story Th' name o' our Victor may be, Accurst is th' march o' that glory Which treads o'er th' hearts o' th' free. Th' wheel o' th' Fates e'er turnin', Round an' round our fortune will be, If we die, forget not our story, Fer such as we are, you will be." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B9qDoL64KT8 So Close, Yet So Far. As Auriel finished his dirge, he launched himself into a sprint. The distance melted away in the batting of a feminine eyelash. No time for contemplation. "F�g an bealaaaaaaaach!" Clear the way! Auriel moved his sword in an outward directed spear thrust, aimed at Blaire's grip with the intent of knocking Blaire's sword out of the way. As he thrust, he twisted his wrist out of reflex. No time for conscious thought. Stepping into the blow, he reversed the movement of his sword and thrust forward with his right hand like a staff. The tip of the sword swung back toward Blaire's saber, simultaneous with the bottom of the sword swinging forward in a pommel strike/punch aimed at Blaire's bosom. No time for a quick regroup, but what sheer instinct could provide. As he followed through, he crouched into the strike, and executed a shoulder smash, leading with the large pauldron on his right shoulder. The blow should knock her down, if he connected. He wouldn't let her get away, either. It was time for war, and wherever she fled, he would not be far behind. Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Apr 13 2010, 07:03 AM.
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HollyYoshi	Apr 14 2010, 05:07 PM Post #12
I object to your claims Posts: 15,025 Group: =SB= Queens Member #9,640 Joined: January 9, 2009 Gender: Female Country: United States of America 3DS Friend Code: 1891-1489-0768 Nintendo ID: Agent_Blaire Game Currently Playing: Yoshi's Island	Forget not th' field where they perish'd, Th' truest, th' last o' th' brave, All gone - an' th' bright hope we cherish'd Gone with 'em, an' quench'd in their grave! �Ah, it�s another one of those chants again. How nice,� Blaire thought with a phantom smile. Oh! could we from death but recover These hearts they bounded afore, In th' face o' high heav'n t' fight over That combat fer freedom once more; Despite the fact that her injuries were an indirect result of one of those mantras, the Siberian Husky could not ignore the sheer beauty of the poem that poured from Auriel�s mouth like red wine being poured from a glass flask. There was just something magical about those verses-both literally and figuratively. But 'tis past - an' tho' blazon'd in story Th' name o' our Victor may be, Accurst is th' march o' that glory Which treads o'er the hearts of the free. �It takes one of great class to appreciate poetry like that.� the violet-furred dog mused, listening inventively to her opponent�s chant. But do not assume that this young canine was paying attention purely to the sound of the voice of the armored echidna. Oh no. For Blaire to do so would be like her saying something along the lines of �I don�t care if I win or lose this match.� On the contrary, the husky did care about what the outcome of this m�l�e was going to be. She was trying to win this fight; not because she wanted to, though that was a small reason behind her current mindset, but because she felt she had to. To Blaire, this tournament could be compared to the war on her home planet of Mobius. The judges were Dr. Robotnik in a sense, acting as the authoritative dictators of this tournament, their Robotropolis. Those that had fallen represented the roboticized Mobians back home, their hopes of freedom shattering with each passing moment. And Blaire and Auriel? Why they were the Freedom Fighters, the resistance against Sadistic and Timotheus. But should he win, would Auriel honor this? Would he try and save those that had lost their matches? What about the loved ones of those that were lucky enough to make it into the semi-finals? He seemed like the noble sort, but Blaire didn�t know the armored echidna like she knew her best friend, Aurora Lunetane the Timber Wolf or her boyfriend Lance. Most importantly, the purple Siberian Husky didn�t know her current adversary like she knew herself. She knew what she would try and do should the victory go to her; she�d do all that she could to save those trapped within the depths of the Void. No matter what happened to her. As mentioned before, Blaire was not paying attention only to Auriel�s mantra, but his actions as well. The canine took notice of how the red-furred echidna began to step to the right in a small circle, the distorted reflections of him plastered on the surface of the mirrors keeping with him in steady cadence. Th' wheel o' th' Fates e'er turnin', Round an' round our fortune will be, If we die, forget not our story, Fer such as we are, you will be. F�g an bealaaaaaaaach! Like a cheetah that had lain in wait, Auriel suddenly sprang forward in a surprisingly swift dash, his armor clanking with every step he took. The echidna had his sword aimed at Blaire, probably to stab her in the chest with a heart-stopping thrust, she mused. But while she was wrong about what her foe�s battle tactic at the present moment comprised of, that did not stop her from avoiding the first wave of Auriel�s attack. With a twist of her body, the Siberian Husky managed to dodge the initial blow, her side just an inch or two from the sharp point of her adversary�s blade. But when she moved back into her prior position� All at once, Auriel reversed the way his sword was moving, causing the tip of the weapon to sway towards Blaire�s Sapphire Blade. With a sharp clank, the two steel blades connected, the razor-sharp end of the echidna�s putting a small scratch into the dog�s. However, that was just the least of Blaire�s worries. For at the same time, the pommel of Auriel�s sword swung towards her chest, slamming right into it. Cringing in pain, the violet Mobian took a step back, her teeth clenched to keep from muttering some kind of affront. Still, Blaire�s opponent was not yet finished with her. For all at once, followed with a powerful shoulder smash, one of his pauldrons slamming right into the Oakland Resistance Division Agent. Mere nanoseconds after the blow connected, Blaire felt as if the ground underneath her soles suddenly vanished as her body involuntarily moved in a wide arc. What had really happened, you ask? Why, the force of the shoulder smash was strong enough to knock the Siberian Husky off her feet, that�s what. With a resounding thud, Blaire landed on her back. A shard of glass had been imbedded in her back from when she had crashed into the mirror, a rather large one at that. When the Mobian had landed on the linoleum terrazzo, the mirror piece dug deeper into her body, slicing through a vein or two. Almost immediately, Blaire could feel the blood oozing underneath her shirt. The small-scale head trauma the Siberian Husky had endured from her cranium hitting the floor caused a bit of a dizzy factor in Blaire�s body. For a few brief moments, she just laid there, trying to collect herself. When she finally felt well enough to sit up, the dog pulled from her pocket two of the glass shards she had collected previously. She had considered trying to remove the shard in her back, but decided against it at the last minute. �Huh, as much as my back hurts, and it hurts quite a bit, if I were to remove that piece of glass, the blood would be allowed to flow freely from the wound-maybe a bit too* freely.*� �Okay, so you got a lucky punch in. However, while I may be down�� With two flicks of her wrist� Blaire let fly those shards. One of them was aimed low, at Auriel�s knees. The other was aimed at his face; and should the echidna try and jump out of the way, that piece of glass may just embed itself in his chest plate. ��I am far from out.� (Bangle Charge: 50%)



Lord Talancir D'Landior	Apr 18 2010, 07:32 PM Post #13
~ RP Knight ~ Posts: 2,394 Group: Former Monarchs Member #2,592 Joined: September 26, 2007 Gender: Male Game Currently Playing: All the games. All of it.	It was one of Auriel's quirks. For a supposedly straightforward individual, he loved the verbal fencing, and inferred meanings. It took a modicum aptitude of wit to throw an insult, but true sophistication was demonstrated when the insult was indirectly delivered and directed. It was with this approach that he goaded Akashi to anger in a previous match, and attempted to rouse Blaire's choler in this match. She had impressed him so far with her level of discipline and control, and up until they had begun to trade blows, he had no reason to doubt her martial skill. For all her quality, it seemed that she had an equal amount of naive thinking in her. The only element she gave the impression of recognizing was the face value of things. That was readily apparent when he had answered her declared goal of the tournament with a song. It was centuries old, dedicated to fallen soldiers of a bygone age. He recited it to her, because he felt that its topic echoed their purpose here in the tournament. The defeated were beyond mortal salvation, and had passed beyond this coil of existence. The survivors can only immortalize them in memory. And yet it seemed that this subtle meaning had escaped her notice as well. He circled around her through the blasted portion of the maze, and she gave no impression of seeking greater meaning from his verse. She merely remained standing where she was, instead of assuming combat stance. She even smiled in appreciation as she listened attentively to him. Kids, these days... And then they were stuck in it. Blaire misread his feint, and twisted away from an attack that never came. Instead, she suffered the full effect when his fist, curled around the handle of his sword, connected ingloriously with her breast. By Aurora, she had some iron in her soul if she was able to keep from crying out from that strike. And then his shoulder strike connected, and as she fell back, her breath raced out of her in a whuff! from the impact. Her back and her head hit the ground simultaneously, and she lay there, stunned for a few precious moments. Auriel remained place following the shoulder strike, and as he rocked gently backward on the follow through, he glanced over his pauldron at Blaire's prostrate figure a short distance away. 'Tis a good thing I had sworn never to murder a kind soul again, or she would have no mercy from me. 'Tis strange, though. She ought to know what manner of fight this is. Why isn't she fighting me with full strength and verve?' Blaire sat up on the blemished terrazzo, conspicuously grasping at her jacket pocket. She pulled out two serrated shards she had collected earlier, and Auriel scowled furiously in response. This was not training or sparring. What was she doing, grasping for new weapons without an iota of subterfuge? Was this a game? Auriel came to the quick realization that she was spoiled from her experiences. From what records he had been able to acquire about the fight against Dr. Robotnik, he concluded that the 'Freedom Fighters' of this era were used to the mad scientist's slow, deliberate, pondering moves. They had never fought anyone with vigor and purpose in their execution. It couldn't be helped, but this was their downfall. The scattered groups were never able to successfully hone themselves against a worthy adversary, or even test themselves against each other. They were lost causes, and somehow, they survived. To be sure, Robotnik's complacency, and arrogant dismissal of the partisans aided them. The child had to grow up sooner or later, though, and it would do no good to leave the proverbial teat in her mouth. Blaire Fields "Okay, so you got a lucky punch in. Auriel's perception of time deepened and lengthened as he dove into the zone of focused and heightened concentration. In the same instant, he began to sprint at her in a brief burst of speed. Blaire Fields "However, while I may be down�" Her hand was oriented downward, her index finger pointing at his shins. As Auriel stepped forward, he raised his knee, and Blaire's wrist flicked the first projectile at his legs. The projectile glanced off the plate armor on his shins and bounced harmlessly away. Blaire's hand flicked again, sending the second projectile arcing upwards. In the same instant, Auriel kicked out at Blaire's exposed fingers with his raised foot, leaning back to counterbalance the forward motion of his leg. The serrated glass shard barely missed its target, glancing off the curvature of his visor. Blaire Fields ��I am far from out.� Auriel would snap his kick back where it would come, anticipating a counterattack by his opponent's blade. His intent would be to reduce the exposure of his chain-mail covered thighs, and to knock the saber out of its arc. As his body reoriented itself during the snap-kick, Auriel reversed his sword grip, and thrust the tip at Blaire's face, stopping before the tip pierced her throat. Her face obscured by his massive pauldron, Auriel stared at the reflection of himself holding his sword's tip a hair's breadth from her neck. "Yon cur's bark be more inclined t' action than yer bite! If ye fight yer wars wi' word than action, 'tis a wonder ye ever manage t' survive. Oi think Robotnik is right t' let ye live; 'twould be a waste o' his resources t' destroy ye. Th' battlefield be a sacred place, an' ye desecrate it wi' yer incessant prattlin'. If ye cannae give an accountin' o' yerself, then lay down like th' dog ye are!" Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Apr 18 2010, 08:40 PM.
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HollyYoshi	Apr 18 2010, 09:46 PM Post #14
I object to your claims Posts: 15,025 Group: =SB= Queens Member #9,640 Joined: January 9, 2009 Gender: Female Country: United States of America 3DS Friend Code: 1891-1489-0768 Nintendo ID: Agent_Blaire Game Currently Playing: Yoshi's Island	There was a small ping sounding as the first serrated glass shard Blaire threw bounced harmlessly off Auriel�s armored shin. All the while, the echidna had been sprinting towards her, the distance between them rapidly closing. And it was whilst the Siberian Husky flung the second mirror piece that her foe did something rather unexpected. All at once, Blaire could see the sole of a boot enter her field of vision. The canine was so focused on blocking the strike, through the use of her Sapphire Blade of course, that she did not see where the other glass projectile had hit Auriel. With a click flick of her wrist, the violet-furred Mobian moved her sword in between her and her adversary� Only for the blade to get knocked clear out of her paw as the armored echidna performed a devastating snap-kick. The metallic blue saber was rocketed straight up into the air, akin to that of a geyser bursting from underground. Blaire�s eyes roved upwards, those azure irises conveying extreme bewilderment. In fact, she would likely have uttered something along the lines of �Wha? Huh? How did�? I thought�? I�he�.what?� had it not been for Auriel�s next action. In the blink of an eye, to quote the old clich� saying, her foe thrust her sword towards her neck. Through her usual lightning fast reflexes, the Siberian Husky jerked her head back, relieved beyond compare when the tip of that bladed weapon did not pierce a single artery that dwelled within the dog�s throat-not that having a sword pointed a mere millimeter, if even that, from her d�colletage was all that safe of course. Yon cur's bark be more inclined t' action than yer bite! Blaire blinked in response to that affront, not sure just how she should really react. At least, not to Auriel�s face. Her mind, however, thought immediately of a suitable rejoinder; �Did he just call me a�?� Oi think Robotnik is right t' let ye live; 'twould be a waste o' his resources t' destroy ye. Th' battlefield be a sacred place, an' ye desecrate it wi' yer incessant prattlin'. If ye cannae give an accountin' o' yerself, then lay down like th' dog ye are! Trying to ignore that sword as best she could, Blaire locked eyes with the echidna, the rest of his words etching themselves firmly onto her brain. As she gazed inside those earthen brown eyes, the purple-furred Mobian could see clearly the indignation presented within them. The realization hit the purple husky like a boot to the head. Well, aside from the fact that the pain was mental and not physical, but one would get the general idea. Auriel now harbored a deep hatred for her. This was quite unlike how things had been when the two Mobians had first meant. The two had been on relatively friendly terms with each other, Blaire believing that Auriel was someone that she could respect as an equal. She sincerely thought the echidna had even an inkling of that same deference for her. And perhaps he had, at one point. But to cite another clich� axiom, they say the eyes are the windows to the soul. And Auriel�s certainly weren�t closed by any metaphorical shutters. A brief flash of blue entered the cold-weather canine�s eyesight. She didn�t look to see what it was, as she already knew. Immediately, that right arm stretched out to the side, the gloved paw at the other end opened. As if it was some sort of homing pigeon, the Sapphire Blade landed right inside the dog�s paw, hilt first. Blaire swiftly brought the saber down to her side, the tip digging into one of the shards of glass on the linoleum floor. All the while, she had not let either one of her eyes rove away from those belonging to her adversary. A sort of metaphorical fire burned within her-had she been a pyrokinetic, it would be possible that the conflagration would have been very real. They were flames of determination burning on the candle of her soul. �Okay, it�s one thing to call me a �cur�. As utterly insulting that is to my species, that has nothing on what he said about how I fight in the war that has been plaguing my fellow Mobians for over a decade now.� During this match, the Oakland Resistance Division Agent�s trust in herself had wavered slightly. She wasn�t all too sure if she really could win this battle after seeing what she was up against. After all, that one mirror-shattering magic attack had taken quite a toll on her. However, upon hearing those words poured from Auriel�s mouth, the Mobian was brought back from the deep. For a brief moment, it seemed as if the warped images of the Siberian Husky inside of the mirrors had straightened themselves out to reflect her renewed confidence. And as she stood tall and proud on that battle field, sword shimmering, the blood gently cascading from her wounds now red badges of courage, she felt more certain than ever that she would emerge the victor of this fight. For she was not just some dog waiting to be put out of her misery. No sir. She was an agent of the Oakland Resistance Division, a crusader for justice, a Freedom Fighter true and true. She was�Blaire Fields. The dog took a step back, away from the echidna�s sword. For a few moments longer the canine remained hushed, reading Auriel�s eyes for any sort of change in demeanor. And when she at last shattered the silence, what came out of her mouth, was this; �I was wrong.� It was a simple, but influential statement, one that held great power within those letters. �I won�t tell you just what I was wrong about, for I wouldn�t want to bore you with my so-called �incessant prattling�. But you want a battle? Then keep your sword drawn and let�s have at it!� Now Auriel was about to see Blaire�s prowess as a fighter. With movements as fluid and graceful as water itself, the Siberian Husky swung her Sapphire Blade towards her opponent�s armored-plated chest. If she was lucky, she�d get an attack in. If she wasn�t and her opponent decided to use his own blade to counter hers, well, that wouldn�t matter. She�d think of something. Oh yes, she would think of something. (Bangle Charge: 60%)



Lord Talancir D'Landior	Apr 20 2010, 09:34 AM Post #15
~ RP Knight ~ Posts: 2,394 Group: Former Monarchs Member #2,592 Joined: September 26, 2007 Gender: Male Game Currently Playing: All the games. All of it.	Auriel had given his ultimatum to her. He didn't like it, but such was their circumstances. They had hard choices to make, and it took hard soldiers to make them. The tragedy in all this was that if the circumstances were different, they could have been friends. Ah, well. Such was the way of fate. Wars are founded on tragedy, and wars are not won without a body count. He didn't want to. Merciful Aurora, he didn't want to do this, but Sadistic had to die. There was no question in his mind, and he had no confidence in Blaire's ability to do the job. She was too soft. Too kindhearted. She had skill, to be sure, but she was more focused on fighting in a friendly tournament than fighting a war, with their lives at stake. Perhaps he shouldn't have been too playful in the beginning. That would have been best, wouldn't it? He didn't hate her, not by any means. He hated her sword masters for doing her the disservice of training her without instilling a mind to match. Auriel turned his head to regard her, and saw something fade in her eyes as the realization took root in her. Perhaps now she would fight seriously. She swallowed, then held out her hand. Auriel felt a rise of Chaos Energy, tuned to attraction, and the Sapphire Blade's handle flew back into her hand. Auriel raised an eyebrow at this previously undisplayed sophistication of skill. She stood, and Auriel allowed her to do so, retracting his blade from her throat and taking a few respectful steps backward. The reflections around them continued their mimicry, and echoed the distance of sword length between them. Readjusting his grip, he assumed a wide two-handed grip on his sword, placing his left hand on the flat part of the blade above the crossguard. It was a modified mid-level guard, and his left hand would provide the pivot point for most of his attacks. It was a calculated risk, and one he could afford, for his hands were encased in metal gauntlets. He had reach and power, but Blaire had speed on her side, and in the clash of swords, speed, when properly wielded by someone with skill, could outmaneuver the most armored of opponents. Auriel resolved to even the field as much as possible. Blaire took a step backward, her sword held in a low guard. Her eyes twitched as she tried to read Auriel's eyes. He was present, yet not. Within the depths of his iron concentration, a memory surfaced of a time centuries ago, when he was yet a young man... It was just after the initiation ceremony one went through to transition from a Squire to a Knight-Aspirant in the Royal Knights of the Phalanx. Auriel traced the path of a circle inlaid on the floor of the training hall. His sword master walked along the outside the training circle, a baton in his hand. He waved the baton in specific movements. At each movement, Auriel executed a sequence of offensive and defensive techniques in an elaborate ballet. Auriel was fully dressed in a leather training harness, while the master wore only his surcoat over his clothes. Auriel had been at it for almost an hour now. Sweat ran in rivulets down his furred, muscled skin, and his breath was labored. 'Young Aspirant, do you know the significance of the circle, and what it means to us?' 'Yes, master! The circle is the foundation of our technique!' The master nodded. 'Do you know why this is? What do you see here?' 'I see attack and defense,' Auriel replied, after a moment's hesitation. 'It is the way of excellence, and the defeat of my enemies.' The master flicked his baton, prompting Auriel to go through another sequence of maneuvers. At length, the master spoke. 'A well enough answer, as it goes.' Auriel sensed more to the answer. 'But it is not correct, master?' 'You oversimplify. It is not the whole answer. Compare the circle to other shapes, and you see its quality. It has no walls to assail, no corners to manipulate. A circle is absolute. It is, however, a rigid shape. What have you learned about the clash of swords?' 'To use strength against weakness, and weakness against strength.' 'To that end, what purpose does the circle serve?' 'A circle only represents half of those, master.' 'Correct. So how do make a circle represent both strength and weakness?' Auriel had no immediate reply, and the master flicked his baton into motion again. When Auriel had finished, the master pointed down at the ground. 'The answer is before you, Aspirant.' Auriel glanced down. There were five circles the same size as the one he had been tracing, merged together in a spiral formation. 'The spiral has all the same qualities of the circle, and is yet more, both numerically and symbolically. It represents the pattern of battle, which ebbs and flows where it will. It represents the journey we make in life. It also represents the five cardinal directions. You see how the spiral both complements and augments the circle you had been trained to follow?' Auriel nodded. 'It reminds me of chain mail.' 'What is the principle of the chain's strength?' 'As long as all links are strong, the chain cannot be broken.' The master nodded. 'The chain is strong, yet supple. It moves according to the circumstances it finds itself. It is the embodiment of weakness and strength. It is this chain that you must now master, in combat and in yourself.' 'In myself?' 'Yes. There is a chain in you as well, made of circles. The motion of your legs, your waist, and your arms... all these are links in an even greater chain, represented in your body. No matter the size of the circle, as long as they are strong, the chain cannot be broken. Remember this in the days to come, Aspirant.' Blaire Fields "I was wrong." Auriel smirked from behind the bevor, and grunted in pain as the smirk split the clotting injury on his upper lip open. More blood would soon stain the front of his breastplate. Blaire Fields �I won�t tell you just what I was wrong about, for I wouldn�t want to bore you with my so-called �incessant prattling�. But you want a battle? Then keep your sword drawn and let�s have at it!� As soon as she had declared her response, she darted in with her saber. She was aiming to get past his sword to assault his front. It was an absurdity to attack a spot that was already defended. She should be attacking his weak points. A good fencer would know how to. It mattered not in the long run, since she had given him an opening. As Blaire darted in, Auriel sidestepped swiftly to his right, and brought up his blade. The sapphire saber struck sparks from the left side of the sword as her saber was deflected. As soon as the two blades made contact, Auriel crossed his hands, pushed his right hand up, and began to spin counter-clockwise. Blaire's sword thrust was deflected up and to her right, and as Auriel's cross grip spun his sword clockwise, the blade of his sword swept across her unprotected hand. Not waiting to see the aftermath of his strike, Auriel continued his spin and dropped to a knee, uncrossing his hands and bringing his sword around in an arc. His aim was to bring the sword to bear on her back as Blaire's thrust carried her forward. "Ionsa�!" Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Apr 20 2010, 10:24 AM.
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