Silver Dragons vs Smash & Sass [Page 2]

Moonblade cupped a hand under his chin. "Aaaaah?" If Rance expected the magus to be shocked or upset as the illusionary performance was obliterated, he would be sorely disappointed. Not only was his performance broadcast sufficiently from another location, but his would-be foe had given away a critical piece of information about himself. Needless to say, he would was at least momentarily interested.

Unfortunately, whatever advantage he had garnered would be short lived as Omi's banter caught his attention with the mention of his name. He shot a glance at his vice captain just quickly enough to see the horrendous cup leave his grasp. Not unlike a cat caught in a full bathtub, Ammiel kicked off the ground to the side away from the cup. While he didn't travel particularly far, his aerial speed was far higher than one might expect. As an added measure, the only giblets of putrid liquid that were able to reach him would be stopped dead in their tracks as Moonblade desperately rose his left forearm in defense. With the sound of reverberating glass, the invisible ward around his forearm was shattered and his dignity left in tact.

Those well versed in the arcane arts would probably note the high excess in magic used to avoid this harmless (albeit disgusting) friendly fire. "Confound it, Omi!"

Ryugi Kazamaru Wrote:

> "Get a load of this. Some captain. Doesn't even know his own team from the folks that are about to hand him the entirety of his stuck up a." He lifted the huge sword from his shoulder to level it at the pair of enemy combatants. "We're Team Smash and Sass, and I assume you ****** are the guys we get to smash. Good. I couldn't care less about you beyond that." He then turned to Moonblade specifically, gave him a once over, and narrowed his eyes. "And you, Wand Jockey, you're mine. I'm gonna take that hat and shove it so far up your scrawny caster a** you'll be coughing up feathers." He smirked widely, baring his teeth. "Just do me a favor and try to make it interesting."

There was a grin as the man pushed his glasses above the bridge of his nose with a finger."Oh ho, a tough guy! Praytell, you didn't strain yourself too hard thinking of that one? I know that your ilk finds it hard to string together too many syllables at once."

With a bow and a flourish of his cloak, Ammiel continued. "You must be Vance. I, Ammiel Moonblade, will take you up on your offer to Dance. ~♪" His jovial facade dropped for a moment, lending a rare monotone moment of seriousness, pointing into the bowels of the dilapidated factory. "Over there. To be clear, I don't want those idiots getting in the way." The abrupt change would be rather jarring to most people unfamiliar with the man. It was almost certain that the audience was already fixated on the ensuing fight and not on their banter; there was no point to the showmanship if no one of consequence was paying attention.

HonoRaven Wrote:

> The change of costume was instantaneous, and totally superfluous... but the new outfit screamed Sexy, loud and clear. "I think my date has arrived." With a wicked little smile she stepped back around the slime, stood on tiptoe, and with a wicked little smile kissed him on the cheek. "For luck!"

Moonblade shrugged, throwing up his hands with a judgmental head shake and smirk as the woman wandered off. "Ever the harlot, that one." Raising a hand to his mouth, he called after her. "TRY NOT TO GET KILLED ON YOUR FIRST DATE; GETTING CARDED WOULD BE INCONVENIENT!"

Character Status Wrote:

> -Impact Shield is recharging [6 posts remaining]

The tunnel vision of his helmet and drug addled brain scanned the room like a security camera, picking out individual figures as they ignored his calls. As he turned his head again to look for the one he was here for, it was a woman in men's clothing. Mixed fabrics as well. She performed some sort of magic that changed her clothing, that wasn't what she was wearing a moment prior.

This was her, she addressed him but it fell on deaf ears. The helmet muffled her voice to meaningless mumbling. Yancy heaved himself up and over the railing and dropped to the ground in a clatter of metal on concrete, his faceplate smashed into the ground and rang the entire helmet like a bell.

It took him a moment to recover and push himself back to his feet, grabbing for the nearby machinery to pull himself up. "Women are progenitors of sin." Yancy grabbed his modified wrench with his left hand and pointed it towards the woman, it looked accusingly directed but his whole body was kind of limply hanging. "Wearing mixed fabric is a sin."

He cleared his throat and let go of the machine, straightening himself up and spacing his feet to match his shoulder width. "And most of all. Witchcraft is a sin."

MagnusXL Wrote:

> "Oh ho, a tough guy! Praytell, you didn't strain yourself too hard thinking of that one? I know that your ilk finds it hard to string together too many syllables at once."

Rance heard the staff-polisher yapping and not fighting. He pulled out the second bottle of Fizzy Izzy and started drinking it. If the mage wanted to piss away his time posturing while he took a drink, that was fine. He could tell this was gonna be a long one, but at least this time it came with the promise of smashing some faces and not just waiting around bored. If Rance cared about "giving away a trump card" with his breaking of the illusions, he certainly didn't show it.

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> With a bow and a flourish of his cloak, Ammiel continued. "You must be Vance. I, blah blah blah, magic magic spells, rhyming mage mage yap yap wiggledy wiggledy woo I put a curse on you, sparkle sparkle sparkle."

That was all Rance really heard, or got from what Moonblade was saying. He just didn't care enough to give him the attention he seemed to believe he deserved for the moment. Mages, man. Mages were all the same. Arrogant, prideful, so secure in their spells that they forgot what a fight really was. This guy just reeked of it. And the more he continued to talk, the more Rance just felt more and more secure in his ability to shove that mage hat of his so far up his a** he'd be burping up feathers.

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> His jovial facade dropped for a moment, lending a rare monotone moment of seriousness, pointing into the bowels of the dilapidated factory. "Over there. To be clear, I don't want those idiots getting in the way." The abrupt change would be rather jarring to most people unfamiliar with the man. It was almost certain that the audience was already fixated on the ensuing fight and not on their banter; there was no point to the showmanship if no one of consequence was paying attention.

Oh, there we go. He was done wanking himself all over the arena, or what passed for one anyway, and seemed like he was finally ready to throw down proper. Good. This had been a long time coming, and it was finally time for Rance to burn off all that pent up aggression and irritation.

Then Raven spoke.

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> Moonblade shrugged, throwing up his hands with a judgmental head shake and smirk as the woman wandered off. "Ever the harlot, that one." Raising a hand to his mouth, he called after her. "TRY NOT TO GET ---"

His hands were up, there was nothing in them. If he had weapons, they weren't there, and he was taking the time to insult a teammate, the hot one no less. He bet this guy ****** some kind of slave golems or something and didn't know what a real woman was anyway. But comments on his opponent's non-existent sex-appeal/life could wait for a bit longer. There was an opening! And where there was an opening, there was always something looking to fill it, or some other kind of innuendo. p*s joke.

While Moonblade shrugged and cupped a hand to make a comeback, calling out the redhead's chosen lifestyle like some kind of bigot because she had breasts and was prettier than he was, Rance took the opportunity to actually start the fight. That was why they were here anyway. The bottle of Fizzy Izzy was slipped into his belt and Rance took off across the floor at a full sprint, blade in hand. He was not stealthy in the slightest. That sneaky s**t was for cowards. Plus, it was hard to hide the sound of platemail clanking across concrete floor and all that. But he had an opening to start breaking things, and hot damn he was gonna take it.

"PUT UP AND SHUT UP!!" Rance charged and leapt through the air, kicking off and spinning counter-clockwise midair to bring the blackblade around in a wide horizontal/diagonal cutting arc aimed at the mage's center of mass. This would really hurt if it hit too, for that matter. Big swords tend to do that. Of course, Rance also had no real plans for his opening to hit, but what happened afterward would certainly give him plenty of ideas. Despite his bluntness and brash personality, Rance was a battlefield veteran, and was well-trained at handling spellcasters as well.

Things were just getting started, and already the battle boner raged hard, adrenaline throbbing through his veins to heighten his senses and kick this off right. Or as right as one could given the venue. At least he had booze.

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[3-X] The Space Between, Timeless.

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> A world known only to Omi. Even he had to be cautious within this stilled space where his vision and thoughts alone, locked ever forward, continued to transpire. > > > > First Order: The projectile about to strike his waiting grasp. Frankly, it was alien to Omi. He couldn't begin to put into words what it was. Only that, unsure of what destruction Barsait might cause, this was the boy's answer. "His jab" one might call it, the forward stroke of one's blade. > > > > It looked... tangible, nothing overtly magic or oozing with too many odd liquids. Interesting. > > > > Second Order: Rather than enjoying a free exit out of the factory, it would appear Cypher was trying to ... what, not just obtain cover. Abuse line of sight? Abuse the lack of consistent lighting? Well, that would prove futile momentarily. Good to know though. > > > > Third Order: What... did Moonblade say about this hellhole again.. > > > > show spoilerhide spoiler"Oh ho! Omi, you are clearly superior to me in virtually every way. Please, don't say the name Team Ryugin or I'll be sued! As well also, the White Serpents is a grand team name, I'm glad you thought of it." Cried the fairy-esque Moonblade as he galloped around the nobleman's mansion floor, hurling gold coins into the air to impress no one. Yes, that seemed just about accurate best of Omi's recollection. He could recall his stonefaced demeanor at whatever Moonblade actually said, at any rate. But.. something else.. what was it.. > > > > "Ah, Omi, remember, please don't use your snake fire which is clearly superior to any I can produce with my arcane body and haughty cheat shenanigans. As it could cause a rather unfortunate circumstance. Thousands of pounds of sodium, no water, iron Omi, iron-" > > > > Yes, that was right... right as Omi was tuning Moonblade out entirely because he began bragging about needing to 'flex on Smash and Sass with team costumes," there'd been a newspaper he peeped. > > > > show spoilerhide spoiler > > > > Were it possible to develop a cold sweat in this instant stretched unto the expanse of eternity, Omi would. Yet in text and mental images, the notion of fear could almost actuate into tangible feeling. > > > > These... aren't just flammable resources. These don't just make quiet little booms. There's stockpiles of liquid beyond gasoline. There's enough concentrated sodium and iron to raze our corpses fifteen times over!! There's untold thousands of these nightmares around us. All it'll take is an ill planned spark and not even a fire lizard would fare well in the rapid inferno we'd find ourselves under. This is.. [The Worst Case Scenario.] ... > > > > No. > > > > No no no, this is [The Best Case Scenario.] Anyone else would try to keep it down and avoid the consequences. Only I have the ambition to actuate this into my will and disregard those consequences. That's right. Heheh..

Bob rubbed his helmet a little bemused. The format of this so-called tournament was all over the darn place and people were pairing up to fight seemingly at random around him. He was starting to feel a little left out, like the kid last to be picked for the soccer team, when his eyes fixed on the toned, dusky skinned fellow staring a little dumbly into space.

“Alrigh’ there buddy, looks like it’s just me and you. Whenever your ready get your dukes up, ‘cos I’m coming in hot!” As if to emphasise his statement, as he gestured dramatically at V with one finger extended, twin fire snakes rocketed just over his head. He instinctively ducked as the heat washed over his neck and then quickly stood tall again, trying not to look scared of the magic being launched willy nilly around him.

Bob was of course standing about half-way up the stairs to the observation room at this point, however, upon stating he was ready for combat he nimbly butt-slid down the rail to the ground, miraculously pulling a can of silly string from his belt. Super stick! He was a good fifty feet away from V, and there were a few boxes of poorly stacked Ryugi-O cereal between him and the only person he had left to fight. However, not to be deterred, Bob advanced on his enemy, can held low at his hip, all serious. Except for the light hum of truly awful disco music still emanating from the earbud in his right ear. His battle music. Let’sa go!

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The sun was not green. That was the whole amount of warning Cypher had, the flare of green light above his head as one stone sailed on into darkness and obscurity and another burst into green light before following its twin into the distance. He didn't waste time trying to see what was going on above him or back the way he had come as he sank further down and shoved off onto his side across the ground, the dust actually making the maneuver either as the molten globs of gods knew what shot down towards him and across his vision. One smacked into the ground with a wet noise, the second one scoring a burning line across Cyphers outstretched left leg. Cloth became non-existent and smoldered while the stench of burning...well, actually it smelled like someone had somehow gotten a wet leaf to catch fire.

The pain wasn't like a thunderbolt in that it hurt but didn't make him incapable of action, but it did keep his reprisal for critical moments as Omi sank down to his knees. The other man was just a red blur after all but the rest of the world was a blurry mess as tears of pain sprung up and dried before falling, the smell of his own flesh stinging his nose. The slide wouldn't take him far and putting weight on his leg sent flares of pain up from the burn wound, making further scrambling with his free arm and unwounded right leg an ungainly and graceless mess.

Now that there were more sounds, Cyphers sharp inhale was lost but the shout that followed it wasn't,

" PIECE OF s**t!!"

He scrambled away from the conveyor belt further out in the relative open, still somewhat obscured by the sheer amount of crap between himself and his opponent, but they would be able to see each other in fragments. To Cypher it didn't matter at all though, one because it was enough for him in his desire to seek somehow better cover and two because Omi would occasionally flash green as the beetlegun passed over him. Another mental impulse and another fragment of chitin shot through the air between two crates of Fizzy Izzy, grazing one of the wooden crates edges and sending splinters into the air as the friction of it's passage tore the untreated and rough wood into the air. The "bullets" passage wouldn't be hindered really, it was aimed at the solid mass of Omi's body as he knelt on the floor, the best chance the aelf had of hitting his opponent until they got closer.

What the ****** had hit him though? No glances or looks were spared for either rock, their distant clattering ignored in the scramble to get away from what he had assumed were normal, if magical, projectiles. He could feel something running down his leg in slow runnels, probably burst blisters where the skin hadn't made direct contact but was still too close, and the wound throbbed as he tried to refrain from using his left leg as much as possible. ****** Omi Barsait. Didn't look like he would be running again this fight.

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[2 Normal rounds left in Right Beetle-gun]

MagnusXL Wrote:

> If Rance wanted to crush Moonblade, he'd have to work for it.

Only because he was doing what every mage ever had learned to do when confronted with someone of superior fighting skills. He ran away! Well, jumped away like some kind of mutated frog boi. Then he drew a spear that looked far too big for someone with his little twiggy mage arms to manage. Of course, Rance had plenty of time to react to this since Moonblade had given himself a rather healthy distance from the charging swordsman.

The tip of Rance's blade bit into the concrete floor of the factory as it completed its arc and he landed. Damn bouncy types, he thought to himself. "Nice way to make this boring! If all you're gonna do is run, then I'm gonna chase you down till you collapse!" Rance didn't care if his opponent was breathing heavily or not. What mattered now was their distance, and him seeking to close it. Alternatively he could pull his compound bow free and start launching arrows at the mage, but that made him sad. He'd much rather crush him into a sparkly paste up close, like a real man.

The warrior's momentum carried him forward as he hit the ground, legs braced and ready, and he took off sprinting to close the distance between himself and Moonblade. A spear wasn't going to make him flinch. There was a reason he wore heavy armor, after all. Layered defenses made him almost immune to most forms of bladed assault. A spear was no different, magic or not.

Like a wolf on the hunt, Rance continued forward, letting out a battlecry as he, again, closed the distance between himself and his opponent. It wouldn't be the first time he'd charged into a defensive line with the intent to break it, and one mage with a blade wasn't going to dissuade him. The Blackblade was lifted to his shoulder in a ready position as he closed, and showed no signs of stopping.

If Moonblade didn't react, he'd simply get bowled over by the towering black wall of metal plate and spikes.

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Ryugi Kazamaru Wrote:

> "Nice way to make this boring! If all you're gonna do is run, then I'm gonna chase you down till you collapse!"

Rance talked a big game, but was clearly misunderstanding the nature of this competition. Martial abilities were a large component, but terrain use, teamwork, and proper spacing were equally important. In this regard, Moonblade figured it was a noblemen's duty to lend their knowledge to the peasantry.

Ammiel removed his right hand from Lun-Dransil, slowly yet firmly pointing the weapon lower to ease the burden of wielding the spear left-handed. In a simultaneous action, his stance shifted, bringing his left foot and forward as the right half of his body shifted back. The magus drew the ornate elven longsword Silmacil with a resounding ~SHEEN, bringing the shinning weapon around the side of his body and over his head. He was careful not to block his own face with either weapon however; the magus jutted his head and neck forward not unlike a dragon unleashing a gout of flame on their foes.

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Breath Weapon (Emerald Frost) Wrote:

> Breath Weapon (Emerald Frost): > > Base Cost: 0 for the breath weapon, 15 for improved version. > > Breath Weapon Cooldown: 5 posts (shared with all breath weapons) > > Somatic Component: Full and heavy inhale (1-2 posts), followed by a continuous exhale. > > > > After charging his breath for one post, Ammiel can unleash an intense blast of frigid breath over three seconds. This is a cone attack with a range of thirty feet and a maximum diameter of 10 feet. The cold is unpleasant and painful to most, but won’t cause lasting damage on its own. This ability can be charged for an additional post, which causes the breath weapon to be laced with tiny emerald ice shards. The effect would not be unlike scrubbing the opponent with sandpaper all over their body during the duration. > > > > Finally, the breath weapon can be improved by expending mana, causing small emerald ice crystals to form around creatures and objects in its wake. These crystals do not deal damage, but potentially impede movement and make the affected terrain slippery for three posts.

Emerald Frost Wrote:

> Emerald Frost > > Ally Enhancement Cost: 10 mana per spell or ability. > > This form of Emerald Fantasia appears as brilliant green crystalline ice magic. Spells augmented by Emerald Frost retain their original shape, but take on physical properties. Unless otherwise stated under a specific ability, spells augmented by Emerald Frost dissipate when the attack has concluded, rapidly evaporating as the ice shatters on the ground. > > > > The temperature of Emerald Frost is -40ºF; enough to be uncomfortable, but not enough to cause serious damage in short bursts. While the temperature itself never changes, the heat transfer rate can be augmented further, causing the surface area of the target’s skin to cool faster. For 5 additional mana, Emerald Frost causes intense burning pain upon contact. If Moonblade spends 10 additional mana instead, this causes immediate onset numbness in the affected area. These effects last for one post; the numbness degrades into the burning sensation for an additional post.

A wave of biting cold came from Ammiel's mouth, washing over Rance and the surrounding area in a swathe of brilliant emerald green 'frost'. The heavily armored swordsman would have a fun time finishing his charge as small crystals took shape around his form and the ground beneath him was effectively 'iced over'. It wouldn't be impossible for Rance to saunter forward, but going full speed through frosty terrain while being iced over would be... a challenge to say the least.

"You need to learn chill out there Lance." Ammiel allowed himself a sharp laugh. "Ha. Get it?"

Were Rance perceptive (or caring) to the nuances of magic, he might note that the freshly drawn sword appeared to be drawing in excess mana from Moonblade's spell, channeling it through the blade and empowering itself. In a similar fashion, the silver light 'washed' over the large moonstone embedded in Lun-Dransil, shifting to 'half full' in a way similar to the moon shifting phases.

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Character Status Wrote:

> Mana: 25 (35 + 5 Natural - 15 Improved Breath Weapon) > > Silmacil: 3 (0 + 3 Moonflair) > > Lun-Dransil: 2 (Half) > > > > -Impact Shield is recharging [4 posts remaining] > > -Breath Weapon is recharging [5 posts remaining]

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((Fun Fact: This is the first time Moonblade's been seen dual-wielding his sword and a spear. It's also the RP Fight debut of Lun-Dransil))