Sparring the Ascended

[--peerless42 59]

Safen stood in the courtyard of the Sages Keep, Chain-Mail Boots, Iron Leggings, and an Iron Chest-Plate. The weather was cold, despite the fact that the grass was greener here. Safen gripped the Iron Blade and in its sheath, holding his bow in his left hand. He looked the short distance ahead of him and remained calm. His expression remained solid, as his eyes thinned into a raptor gaze. At this distance he felt positively overwhelmed, so close to the magic, he felt tiny. Reaching for an arrow, Safen notched an arrow to his lowered bow, he didn't feel intimidated -but he felt the size of an ant at the moment.

[Shoi 173]

-Feels the small smirk cross her lips, getting to feel her magic spread through her frame. Fire, and wind were her strengths. Ice and Water her faults. Finding peace between all elements was her goal. Dressed in her long gown made of a linen like material lined in silk, lightly shifting as a light breeze pasted between them. Energy, coursing through her veins as a life force it seemed. She slowly walks forth, white deer skin down barely disturbing the ground she walked on. Baring no weapons save for the light blueish silver flickering flame in her palm. Her mastery was a slight offence with a draw of defense. Her long white hair was pulled back into a braid, her bangs a little loose over her face dancing in the wind. She raised her palm and tilted her head at Safen. She let the wind pulse like a wave before her pushing lightly back over Safen, ruffling his hair.-

'Let see what Aeriel has in store for you... Shall we...?'

[Mana 100]

[--peerless42 59]

"So we shall, Lady Shoi.."

Hesitation gripped his bones as the wind danced around his body. Slowly he sought the calm of determination, and savagery of combat. Albeit against an Ascended, he couldn't even begin to imagine the battle he was in for. His mortal weapons were made to fend off against steel, against the magic, they held as much chance as that of an fly trying to land on Iblees himself. Then it happened -his face became focused with purpose. Lifting the bow quickly he shot an arrow straight for her chest. As he let the shot fire he immediately became mobile -sprinting to the left he would try to outrun the magic, and flank her. Maybe if he got close enough the fires of hell - she was sure to unleash would prove detrimental if he moved in close enough.

[Shoi 173]

-swiftly shifted to the side her hands drwing up flames flickering, him being far away was her advantage. She could spy his arrow, shifting lightly she'd draw her hand out the flames flicking the arrow to dust. [-2 Fire = 98 Mana] Drawing up her hand the fire had flickered out for now. She would feel her left ear tick, the pearls chiming as the sound of his feet captured her attention. Drawing back her hand it would take a matter of a moment to draw her hand before her. The shift of the spell was a wind [-3 = 97 Mana] arc that had a force, low and to the point making it concentrated. If it landed it could know him off his feet or even possibly push him back further away. Still unmoving her feet planted firmly-

[Final 97 Mana]

[--peerless42 59]

The arrow had been stopped by the astounding concentration of the lady. Even as Safen notched another arrow he barely had enough time to call the target. An arc of wind heaved at him with concentrated force. Bending at the knee's he put his shoulder into the arc, iron plating rattled as his eyes closed. He nearly lost his footing beneath him as he was pushed back. Safen notched another arrow breathed a tired sigh and charged. Reaching behind as he notched another arrow to the lowered bow. His teeth clenched he saved the arrow for a formulated strategy. Knowing the risk of attacking her full frontal -seemed ludicrous.

However Safen rarely acted without thinking first.

Arrows: 62

[Shoi 173]

-hands draw together almost with a grace as she was able to use the chance to place her hands before her, fingers together in a prayer like fashion. Calming her wild sensation for the magic giving her a small sense of rejuvenation. [+1 mana = 97 Mana] Sighing with the refresh filling it gave way of less chance of reaction time. But keeping herself up and clear headed was to her own works.-

[97 Mana +1 Next turn]

[--peerless42 59]

The arrow notched, Safen would take little time to allow her the satisfaction of praying to Aeriel. There was no time to be praying when killing was concerned. It might seem cold and un-sympathetic. But when in combat there was only one course of action in battles and war -kill or die. Firing the arrow at her right wrist he hoped to disable one hand -that one less ligament be used against him. Notching another arrow as he charged perilously close to her he kept his wits about him. She stalled -he expected her to Blink as he had seldom seen before. Despite the fact that he knew it to possible of her. He didn't underestimate her, but Safen knew there were limits to her divine gift.

[Shoi 173]

-The words were mumbled under her lips, softly spilling out into the words as if unspoken of her own accord. Her eyes remained open so seeing the incoming arrow she did what most would do, her hand rose up feeling a sting in her palm as she trusted her right hand before her. Seeing it aim toward the chest region, unknowing it was ment for her wrist. Which in turn was a small target itself. A sudden pain would run up her arm, but she moved unflinching against the pain. Though it was almost distracting, her hand would return to a fire, lighting and flicking up her hand. The arrow crumbling to ash, the wound was not healed from the flickering frame since she had to focus it not to harm herself as it would burn others.

The blood landed on the ground in a small drop. As she used her left hand to draw up her energy, trying to not depends on both. A fiery whip licks from her palm, hissing at the air [-10 mana - 1 every turn it's used = 87 -1] knowing his bow required two hand gave herself a motive for combat. She suddenly darted for him, as elvans are commonly known for their agility it would only be a matter of a few seconds in closing the gap between them, the firey whip in tow. If she managed to get close enough, or he tried notching another arrow she'd be on top of him. The whip butt slamming down followed by it's trail hissing after. Wielding a loud crack as the tip breaks the sound barrier with a nasty hit of flames, even darting away she'd try slashing out her attack. Yet keeping a slight distence.-

[Final 87 - 1 = 86 Mana]

[--peerless42 59]

Call the target.

Inhale.

Release.

Exhale.

Safen aimed the bow for Shoi's legs little did he know she was about to whip him with flame. His eyes widened in shock at the daunting magical weapon she called. There was no time, he released the arrow as the air crackled with heat and force. He ricocheted the arrow off the pavement, the arrow flexed at the shaft -then shot towards Shoi's left knee. Safen heard the audible snap and crack as the bow was burned and snapped in two. He fell backwards barely out of range of the whip, acting out of preservation, he rolled to the right. Attempting to gain a foot to the ground.

An audible metallic sound hit the air as Safen drew his iron-blade from the sheath. A metallic ring blanketed the air -as the sword released. His body felt compressed in the armor, as he tried to put distance away from her. In all due hope that he could outlast in the cumbersome mail. This would now become a battle of endurance, and tact. However much distance he put -he never took his gaze off of her for an instant.

[ShadowNinji 34]

* Codrik sits on the edge of his seat waiting in anticipation for the next move. *

[cometking123 236]

*looks at the battle with an interest with the magic user, her firewhip scorching the earth with its tongues of flame. He looks at the other person, his sword gleaming with a devious glint in the flaming sun.*

"Heh...what are they fighting for..."

Mark leans down on the tree, looking at the occasion. Looks like exploring the wilds at 61 really did him a lot of good. He looked at his legs, aching with old age and cramps from inactivity.

((Questions. Does the T1 mean that the spells you are currently casting is the tier one version of Ascended magic? One more question: After your bout with X042, will you spar someone else or just stem it there?))

[Yuln 265]

*Aurea awakes on hard cold ground, then she sees two people fighting. Blasts of magic flew between the two people. She feels the energy pulsing, the markings on her sword begin to glow white. A deep green aura forms itself around the sword, Aurea feels her energy flow to her sword. White sparks jump off her sword.*

[Shoi 173]

-Shoi pulled the whip back, and the arrow nailing the flames between her fingers making her wince. As the spell shattered and the flames disappeared. She smirked at his luck as she shook the ashes from her palm. She waited then, recalling her energy into her palm [-5 Mana], he was doing what she wanted him to do. The wind seemed to swirl around her palm, almost invisible to one whom wasn't paying attention.

Her long white hair danced back from the spell. She raised her uninjured hand. A little more blood dripped from her other as she arced her arm, her hand at her shoulder. The muscle tensing under her silk sleeves. The energy forcing itself to a concentrated wind.-

[-5 Mana = 81 Mana]

[[i'm using an old grid of spells:

Fire shots : Tier 1 [1-3 mana]

Fire Weapons : Tier 2 [4-10 mana + additional for prolonged use]

Weapondry with Fire : Tier 3 [15-20 Mana]

Wind is more draining so they have +1-3 more in use]]

[--peerless42 59]

Safen could help but have a feeling of dread come over him. It was strenuous, sure but it felt like he was being baited into thinking he was succeeding. He felt his back against the wall, and knew his friend was likely luring him into a false sense of security. Kicking into high gear he charged, lifting the sword with both hands into a striking slash. He adored his friend -but he wasn't about to let her win. Just as he was about in range to strike he suddenly stopped, and went into a barrel roll, to get behind her. As he moved up he'd reached into his boot, pulling an arrow from it. His arrows had emptied all over the ground from the barrel roll.

He plunged the light-weight object arrow-tip first with all his strength into her un-damaged arm. The weight itself of the arrow maybe able to escape the pull of her magical wind power. In an effort to continue, and end the fight with his sword.

[Shoi 173]

-And wasn't he right. He was losing his senses, she could tell as he charged. Then her favored spell, the wind hissed as he came closer. As soon as he rolled, she looked over her shoulder. She released her hand once again mimicking the wind spell before. But if it missed the arrow would end up in her leg since she shifted. Her wind pulsed out before her, making a large thunk in the air as it released from her palm into a wall of force.

If it landed he may possibly be thrown back. [-10 mana] The pulse released a wind after effect washing in all directions making the pearls on her ears chimed softly from it. Her hair danced back before falling softly across her shoulders. She exhaled, sadly during her spell she had to hold her breath winding her a little.-

[-10 = 71 mana]