Tommy Zocotti vs The Herald

The entrance is simple in its elegance, a single man stepping out from the northern gates. A flurry of orange feathers surround his form, dancing about him in an endless dance of grace. A tall man with the face of a bird strolled out leisurely into the arena, orange and green feathers accenting the large wings that extended from his back. He wore robes of orange, long and baggy to cover all but his wings, for doing so was too uncomfortable to him. Underneath the robes he wore a golden breastplate, a shimmer of green light passing down his right side while orange passed down his left. With wings unfurled to their full extent he held each hand out to his sides, palms facing up with clawed fingers extending towards the sky. His right leg pulled up to hold position with the foot against his knee, his beaked face falling to only show the feathers atop his head. His stance was odd as he waited, for it looked like he should surely fall, hardly a combat stance at all.

As the raised leg moved forward the aven blurred from his position at the northern gates to the center of the arena with incredible speed. Once he arrived his leg slowly rose to return to the stance he had been in moments before. He looked as if he were resting, almost as if he had run quite some distance much too fast. Furthermore, under the down of feathers his muscle structure seemed highly odd, the muscles moving much to slow for the aven's motions and even seemed to be out of sync with the motions made.

By a similar process the aven crossed the distance to be within thirty feet of his opponent. Somewhere along the line a staff was drawn from what seemed to be an extraplanar space. In reality he had created the temporal steel weapon on the spot, but how would Tommy know the difference? Standing now some thirty feet away the stance would resume, the staff held in his right hand such that he held but the very end and the rest of the 7 foot length spanned out to his right and behind him.

The aven would advance towards Tommy to the point where the two were within ten feet of one another. His right arm would whip forward, carrying the staff out wide to the right to slash in front of him. There was enough force in the blow to embed itself in the man's ribcage without obstructions and shatter bone on contact. Should he miss the swing would carry the staff to his left hand to catch it at the center and spin it back for a thrust with the end of the staff. This strike would be less powerful, aimed generally around the forso, but could still likely crack a rib.

The motion of the staff blurred as it pulled back, a quick spin bringing it up to swat Tommy's arm away with enough force to shatter the bones therein. In the aftermath of the staff trying to throw Tommy's arm wide the lower half would swing up, aiming to deliver a blow to Tommy's left side. Should the man's strike somehow continue the aven's head would simply slip back, the field of energy around him flaring up around the area of intended impact to ensure no connection would be made.

When Tommy moved away the aven did the same, putting some distance between them as his stance shifted to something a little more casual. The staff moved to his left hand, held at the middle with him putting part of his weight on it. His right hand, however, was not idle as it traced intricate designs in the air that left behind a burning orange glow. These sigils were the opening of a line of spellcasting which would focus the divine will of his Lord to whom he was a Herald.

Tommy would be waiting in vain, as The Herald really wouldn't be doing anything quite yet, simply tracing those glowing sigils in the air. To anyone with magical affinity they might spell out something, but it was an ancient language and only vaguely made references to flame and divine wrath. Much similar to how this post is three sentences where it could have been three words.

The Herald continued as before, but took a half step back as the effect began to become reality. This half step would coincide with flames licking across the ground in a 20ft diameter circle such tat the timing was one and the same. The circle was placed such that Tommy would be as far in the center as possible without the aven being within the area of effect, which might even leave Tommy at the center. A fraction of a second later this circle was hit by a fourty foot column of divine flames falling from above, commonly known to clerics as a Flame Strike. The spell was wrought of both flame and divine wrath invoked by The Herald's Lord.

The change in environment would do nothing to hinder the Flame Strike, especially seeing as it was divine flame falling from above. Those spikes set up around Tommy might not melt, but they would surely shatter. Where Sent in reality only had one pair of wings his next motion forced a sort of triplication, the wings fanning behind him as their appearance went from a single pair to three. Feathers composed of an orange glow would begin streaming behind him as he began to enforce his own rule upon the arena itself. Tommy might find himself moving a bit faster than usual, but the roar of the crowd would be dying away as the sun beat down [on the clouds if there are any] from above. Apart from this he seemed to be drawing sigils in the air again, waiting for Tommy's next move.

Speed would continually increase as the arena's speed in relation to that which was outside continued to decrease. To those watching even minute movements would be seen at a snail's pace. Temperatures would begin to rise throughout the arena as the whole got brighter, the application of the same amount of sun to an area that absorbed it at half the rate, or less, basically creating a greenhouse effect. The sigils continued as the aven watched his opponent with predatory eyes.

((Fuckjesus. No fucking clue you had posted.))

The bubble of ice would be slow in forming, but only by the smallest degree would it be affected. Had it been any element other than water the effect would have been much more noticable. Ambient light levels continued to increase as temperatures continued to rise, the birdman still drawing those same sigils in the air. Another boring standstill between the two me-...males of their respective species.

A burst of motion came from the Aven as a pulse of white light moved out from his body in a large wave. The hemispherical wave would continue until it passed well beyond the arena and possibly even into space on the upper scale. Despite being composed of rather harmless light and energy (it really is only a visual representation of energy unleashed) it moved slower than one might expect, just about at the pace of a fast run. As heat beat down from above the aven swept in behind the wave, his staff spinning before him to shatter any possible ice remaining and shred Tommy once he was within range.

Once the staff left his hands it continued moving at its incredible speed for approximately one half of one second, as perceived by the combatants in relative time. The further it moved the slower it would become, and thus the effect the aven was employing would become obvious. He was slowing down time for the entire arena, though the effects would be drastically reduced against a sentient or anything composed purely of water. With the amount of light steadily rising normal sight would quickly become unreliable, and with the light came heat, which would be highly detrimental to ice or liquid water.

As for the aven currently, however, he had not been expecting the assault against his person, nor did he expect to lose his staff. He would not be sent sprawling to the ground, however, as the kick impacted his armor, or the extension thereof, and took the brunt of the force. He was quickly on his knees with his opponent right in his face, something he hadn't expected for at least a few more moments of relative time.

((Beak. He's a bird. XD))

A shimmer of emerald and orange light would accompany the strike against his lower beak, sending his head jerking to one side from the blow. Slowly the aven would rise to his taloned feet once more, giving little attention to his opponent as he darted towards his staff. Soon vision would be nigh impossible within the arena as temperatures soared and time slowed, causing the air to react slowly to movement through it.

The amazing thing about being part bird was the fact that if someone tripped you the act of falling on your face could easily be interupted by flapping your wings and flying instead. A quick burst of speed and the aven was at his weapon, his taloned hands gripping it as it pulled him away from Tommy. It slammed roughly into an orange disk of light, though it did not seem to reverberate from the massive impact such a stop must have caused.

If Tacitus cannot post by Thursday, 6:00 PM central, you win the match, Tommy.

$ He was right about this. within a few seconds of strugglinig Tommy slipped right off and fell to the ground. As the bird flew through the air Zocotti watched as he created two concentrated spheres of ice energy in each hand. He launced them separtly but they flew straight and on target. One would hit his oppoent's hands where he was hold the weapon, This would freeze his hands together and with the weapon like crazy glue. The second would smash into the bird's wing and the joint inbetween his back and the wing leaving him unable to fly properly.

*Knucklehead Tommy Z Gangsta Blue*

Tommy watched as the his attack did little. He waited patiently to he what his oppoenets next move would be from his current position.

*Knucklehead Tommy Z Gangsta Blue*

$ Tommy watching his opponents tranformation . So far anything he was doing didn't really affect him that much. At Tommy's current level of fighting any increase of his opponents power wouldn't really do much either, With his mind made up he decided to let his opponent do whatever he was doing unless he decided to jump in

*Knucklehead Tommy Z Gangsta Blue*

**$ Giveing a sigh Tommy resumed his stance ready for combat. He thought to himself,"Damn what's this fool..Bridman or somthin..."$

Then it hit hit like a ton of bricks...better yet a kilo up his nose. He had to pause for a second to take this all in. He had been so lazy he didn't know what was goin on around him. He knew about this guy.

Despite all of the things goin on in the world right now the one thing this kid knew about the best was the fight game. Knowing people on the streets sizeing folk up, a little brawl or rumble here and there. But Mr. Zocotti here knew the fight game. He made his his job to study fighter from ends of the universe and study them well. He had been an idiot but this guy was THE FATED, Tacitus Nusradai. Zocotti had never fought anybody with who fought like this guy so he should have noticed early.

"Oh man..well then..I guess it's time to finish this one then."

With his opponents increase in size Tommy's main form of fighting Hand-to-Hand was out the window. He'd have to resort to his control over cold and whatever weapons he had left in good condition after all of his previous fights. He put out his right hand in froun of his face. He opened and cloed it until he had a full concetration going into it. The hand began to glow a light blue once again but much bright and a much larger aura. Tommy slammed his open palm to the ground with more power than ever before seen this match. He had recovered almost all of his stanima back due to his standing around and waiting so much. His hand shook a little and then it was engulfed in the same blue light, then his arm, then his whole body. It seemed like he was changing shape but a few seconds later he returned to his natural form equipe for combat in a new suit of warrior-like amor with a fighting robe wrapped around the upper body in coat fashion all tied up in giving off the cahmpion's charisma in a blinding phosphorescence. It was white with light blue highlights and the helmit of and old chinese warrior with long white hair/tassle coming from the back. In his left hand he gripped a spear. It had to be at least siz and a half feet in length,with out the foot long spear head with a white and blue tassle hanging down, and weight at least eighty pounds. A full swing would break bones and the piercing from the blade of the head would cause much bleeding,pain and a very large wound. It seemed though it all wasen't finished yet. The entire grounding of the arena was covered in a thick coat of very slippery ice. The fact that they were underground added top the coolness in the air and that Tommy already had it slightly snowing...underground.

By the time He was ready to engage Tha Fated had attacked. A staff came speeding towards him menacingly,spining and thrashing. With his new found increase in speed the blue warrior dashed off very quickly,but not disapearing from sight but so extremly fast compared to his past form he was nearly a easily visable blur for a few seconds, in the direction to his left. He came rushing at one of the arena walls and went from a dash, to a leap, to a flip. He planted both feet on the wall and rebounded off flippin once,twice and by the third time he was almost fifty feet in the air. As the fighter was coming down he rasied he weapon the head facing up. In seconds Zocotti came crashing down with the butt of the spear cracking through the slippery yet destructable ice. It created a shockwave of horrible magnitude. He didn't know the size,speed,weight or strength of his opponent but a blast of this magnitude made some of the icy ground's top layer to shoot off to the cealing as shard of sleet. It was like the whole arena hiccuped the shards from the ground and most likly Tommy and his opponent almost a hundred feet above the stands.**

*Knucklehead Tommy Z Gangsta Blue*

{Kinda confused. Is he a giant now holding the staff or is he actually the staff?} $ The fight had now changed a bit. It wasen't a one on one fight among equal being but a fantasy stlye: The knight vs. The evil monster kind of thing. Tommy was helpless in midair as far as movment somewhat but he could defend. As the weapon came at him,Zocotti held up his spear in a protective manor. The weapon took a blunt of the blow as it hit but Tommy was took some damage as well. Acting quickly, The armored fighter reboudedin in mid air and made a leap for the saff. Being that it was outreached from the blow Tommy made his same speedy dash along the staffr acting as a brinde to attack his newly enhanced for. The warrior leaped into the air Above the monsters face and came down quickly with his spear poised ready to enter the eye of the monster.$

*Knucklehead Tommy Z Gangsta Blue*

{Haha Ionno...kinda sounded like you were a giant stick..} $ As the staff turned Tommy changed his plan. Quickly jumped off the staff and began to fall. Zocott held is spear at the butt in as he thurst it into the giant beast;s side near the rib area as he was falling. The blade would be in quiet far judgeing by the length of the blade and because almost half of the staff would be in him as well. He The blue warrior fell he would drag his weapon down with him tearing through the large bird. If he made it all the way down tearing through his foe the monster would have wouond about half the size of it's body.$

*Knucklehead Tommy Z Gangsta Blue*

Tommy's attack missed so he was trying to land safly. He thrut his spear down to take away from the the fall. Once he landed he was smacked by the staff and sent flying. His armor protected him so well he had plenty of time to rebound off the ground and bounce back,rushing towards the beast once again.

*Knucklehead Tommy Z Gangsta Blue*

**Tommy kept his spped up. His armor would actually protect him quiet well in this situation. It's was empowered by his mastery over cold ginving protection agaist most fire and the divine energy would be voided by the fact that the set of armor he too was wearing was a pure relic of light. He plowed through the shilding like a weak defensive line not stopping his speed as the warrior jumped into the air in close range right in front of his opponets chest. If hthe creature were to strike him with his staff he would be hurting himself in the process. Tommy now in midair thurst his spear forward, then as if the weapon guided it's self to it's target aking Zocotti's spped increase further. No half or full steps would avoid this. The blade had chosen the enemies heart as a suitable place to rest itself in and this was where Tommy would try to land it in..

*Knucklehead Tommy Z Gangsta Blue***

He should of known his crest would be protected. As soon as he heard his spear head clang against the armor, Zocotti spun back his weapon just in time to only be knocked away from the Brids blow and not harmed. As he flew back he swung again at his oppoent's leg to do some moderate damage.

*Knucklehead Tommy Z Gangsta Blue*

$SInce as his attack hit Tommy kept moving backwards to a safe distance. Once his opponent finished the flip, Zocotti resumed his stance ready to engaged in COmbat again.$

*Knucklehead Tommy Z Gangsta Blue*

TIME OUT!

Tacitus wins!