Owen vs Jason

And into the arena came the Red Player.

The man was sporting a plain black leather jacket, pants, and gloves. Despite his rather bland looking attire, all of Owen's clothing had chain mail sewn into them, offering a bit of protection while still allowing a fair amount of mobility. His plated metal boots, on the other hand, looked quite heavy.

As expected, he wasn't the sort to try and punch his way through the competition. The man came in wielding a long, steel spear, coupled with a rather extravagant rapier worn at the side.

Taking in his surroundings, Owen prepared himself for his preliminary round... with significantly less win than other combatants.

Owen stood with his back against far wall, staring impatiently at the tournament-issued armband snugly attached to his left arm. There was nothing to break up the monotonous silence of mariachi music. That is, until Jason came into the room, ranting to himself. It wasn't as though Owen lacked the arcane sensitiveness to notice what was really happening; he simply couldn't have cared less either way.

"...I'm sorry for your loss...?"

Owen's twisted existence as a shade was hidden behind a illusionary veil, giving the Death Knight a somewhat more natural appearance. While the illusion itself presented no more than a cosmetic advantage, there was certainly no reason to reveal his hand straight off.

Otherwise there was no reason to enter with a Pseudo-name, was there?

Shaking his head at Jason's shenanigans, Owen shrugged as he moved forward towards his opponent.

"Nevermind. Let's just get this over with."

Allowing his opponent time to compose himself, Owen readied his spear in front of him. While he particularly didn't care about fairness, he wanted to uphold a certain amount of professionalism for appearances sake. At least, for now...

"..."

And so it began. Owen would ignore Jason's inane ramblings from here on out.

Continuing to slowly walk towards his opponent, Owen didn't bother to run in at his foe. As the man struck out with his attack, he merely sidestepped to his right, narrowly avoiding the heavy blow. Arching his body back for a brief moment, he returned the attack with his own; a quick thrust aimed at the man's now exposed left shoulder.

It was nothing fancy, but it would do for now.

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The Death Knight's attack was rebounded easily thanks to the man's overwhelming strength. To be able to recover from such a powerful blow that quickly... his opponent was faster than he originally thought. The nonsensical chatter didn't seem to hinder his performance, either. Owen had to give him a little credit for that.

Of course, that didn't amount to much at all.

As Owen's spear was deflected back, he released a bit of mana from his body with explosive force...

Quote: -Lunar Push: Using his affinity for the moon, Owen is able to create a mobile, hemispherical energy field that prevents the entrance of most types of living creatures (barring other creatures with a particularly strong affinity towards the moon, which should be few and far between). This ability may also be used to push-back people in close proximity to him. This ability doesn't affect undead or other unliving beings. He may not activate any other ability while this is in effect. The maximum range for this ability is ten feet.

The expanding, ten foot field of lunar energy would collide with Jason, pushing him back. Outside of that quick burst of twilight, however, the field was not sustained; Owen was merely trying to throw Jason off guard and, in the best case scenario, knock him off his feet.

Assuming all went well, the Death Knight would immediately charge in on his downed foe to follow through with the attack.

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"Heh."

Leading with his left, the Death Knight leaped as he charged in, he did a small hop over the horizontal sweep. Bringing the spear upward, Owen flipped it to deliver a downward thrust poised at Jason's torso... more notably aimed at the stomach area.

Assuming this connected properly, he would move to impale the man completely. While the stomach was a highly sensitive organ, the man would certainly live such a wound as long as he received hospital attention in a reasonable amount of time.

In the off chance that Jason was the sort of person to RAMBO through a steel spear and continue to fight, the Death Knight would focus a fair amount of mana into his spear. The chaotic, dark energies was certainly enough to be visible, but weren't focused in a fashion that would actually cause any harm.

It would be a clear warning; surrender or suffer the consequences.

He aimed to end this quickly; that cheap mariachi music was already getting annoying. Certainly anyone with enough toughness to continue fighting after such a wound could easily survive a few rounds of combat against his dark magiks...

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Owen continued his course, running the man through with his spear. There was little other choice; it wasn't as though the Death Knight could change directions in midair or anything. Without the time to dodge accordingly, Owen chose to do as much damage as possible, using that aforementioned magicka.

Quote: -Shock Tide: A large amount of mana is focused through a target (I.E. the tip of his spear, his fists, etc.) for a single, devastating attack. This spell actually uses a combination of two elements. Negative energies wear away at the target's life force directly, where as the chaos energies work to tear apart any physical object. This typically cannot be used as a projectile attack, as the combined magical energies disperse as it travels out, negating its effectiveness.

Mana surged through the spear and into Jason's stomach. Purple chaos energies worked at utterly destroying his stomach and flesh. Simultaneously, black negative energy began to chip away at the man's vitality and life-force. Things looked relatively good for Owen, unless Jason thrived on negative energy... in which case he would still be in pretty rough shape...

That is, until you factored in the explosive charges.

"Graaah!"

The charges slammed into Owen and exploded almost simultaneously with the Shock Tide. Thrown with incredible force, the Death Knight left the spear inside his opponent as he flew, jerking it due to the sudden force of the blows. Hitting the ground hard several feet away, he could do little but promptly bring himself to a stand and assess the damages.

Without his shadeskin armor to protect him, the Death Knight was much easier to injure. Even with his minor fire resistance, there was severe skin damage to Owen's upper body, more noticeably on the left side. Deadly black miasma began to seep from the Death Knight's wounds.

Jason could rejoice, however; the Miasma only affected those of Draconic Origin. It did, however, start peeling the paint off that John Cena picture.

His illusion was also shattered, revealing his true form; pale skin, ephemeral purple eyes, and jet black hair that literally flowed out of his head like water. That would probably help explain the black mist pouring out of Owen's wounds.

"...Shock Tide."

Perhaps it was a little late, but he hardly had the time to say it before he got exploded on.

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Similar? The Death Knight would have to respectfully disagree. Jason's blood alone was enough to attest to his human weakness... or near human. Demonic powers meant little to the Knight of Death.

"..."

Did Jason really think the Death Knight would really give him enough time to remove his weapon, stand up, and put more charges in it? Please. Owen could be foolhardy at times, but he wasn't a complete idiot.

Drawing the rapier at his side with his right hand, Owen immediately charged back into the fray. Leading with his left, he stepped in with his sword arm trailing behind him. Once he took took the few necessary steps to get within striking range, the Death Knight lashed his arm forward with a horizontal slash, aimed at Jason's upper body. If nothing else, he could wear his opponent out with blood loss; one could only wonder how many attacks Jason could take before he collapsed.

Since his opponent possessed the ability to absorb his chaos energy so easily, Owen couldn't count on his magical abilities scoring an actual hit.

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As the strike came out, Owen's arm was almost immediately raised upwards, bringing the swing to an extremely high angle. This brought the rapier out of the range of Jason's parry and, of course, didn't deal any damage.

It was a feint.

Without letting his momentum slow, Owen bent low and took another step in on the advancing Jason, throwing a left uppercut at his opponent's chin. There would be an exchange; the handle of the hammer smashed into Owen's face as his fist slammed into the tip of Jason's chin. By moving forward into the attack as it was building up, Owen had effectively cut the force in half. On top of that, the hammer head couldn't hit him at such a close range.

Of course, none of this changed the fact that getting hit in the head by a big metal pole hurt like a son of a b***h.

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