WAOA Arena
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OoC: @Berk Too busy to fight right now? Fair warning, unless this is a quick fight, I'll probably have to come off after it's done.
OOC: It's a duel between Diana and this Ozma person, no? In any case, I have a long night planned tomorrow, so I can't be up til 5am again.
Upon hearing that the match had begun, Ozma took her long-sword and whip from her belt, holding the former in her off-hand and the latter in her main hand. She let go of the length of the whip and lashed it at the air to unravel it, revealing that it was actually a length of thick chain. At the end of the chain were 12 metal rods that were covered in spikes, each attached to the chain by smaller, individual chains. She started off simple, lashing at Diana's chest with her whip, attempting to bash and rake her with the rods at the end of her weapon.
@Berk: You could join in if you wanted. Just a suggestion.
@Berk: You could join in if you wanted. Just a suggestion.
OoC: @Berk Join in if you like. I thought it was gonna be a trio battle.
The spikes peirced and left gouges in Diana's armour, but nothing dangerous. She stepped back and threw a fireball.
The spikes peirced and left gouges in Diana's armour, but nothing dangerous. She stepped back and threw a fireball.
OOC: Fuck it, I'll give it a shot so.
James and Dromaeus marched into the arena as well, before squaring up to one another. Dromaeus cocked his head as he drew his sword.
"What warrior enters the field of battle without carrying a weapon?!" He demanded. James smirked.
"I'm good with what I've got." He replied. Dromaeus replied with a derisive snort, before raising his sword and charging James with a snarling battle cry. He brought his blade down in an overhead slash expecting to cleave James's unarmoured head in two, but his blow was abruptly and painfully halted when James met his wrist with an upper block. Dromaeus realised his mistake raised his shield before trying to draw his sword back to slit James's wrist, but first James twisted and delivered a devastating roundhouse kick that shattered the shield and launched Dromaeus, roaring, into the air. He crashed down on the sand and rolled hard into the side of Diana's shin just momnets after she launched her fireball.
James and Dromaeus marched into the arena as well, before squaring up to one another. Dromaeus cocked his head as he drew his sword.
"What warrior enters the field of battle without carrying a weapon?!" He demanded. James smirked.
"I'm good with what I've got." He replied. Dromaeus replied with a derisive snort, before raising his sword and charging James with a snarling battle cry. He brought his blade down in an overhead slash expecting to cleave James's unarmoured head in two, but his blow was abruptly and painfully halted when James met his wrist with an upper block. Dromaeus realised his mistake raised his shield before trying to draw his sword back to slit James's wrist, but first James twisted and delivered a devastating roundhouse kick that shattered the shield and launched Dromaeus, roaring, into the air. He crashed down on the sand and rolled hard into the side of Diana's shin just momnets after she launched her fireball.
Ozma intercepted the fireball with her whip, the rods hitting it and setting it off before it even touched her. Noticing Dromaeus get tossed at Diana, Ozma chuckled to herself. "And here I thought I missed my chance to put you in your place, reptile. Freezing white the breath that robs the warmth of life and turns the air to ice!" She shouted, lifting her sword into the air. The air around Diana and Dromaeus would feel as though it dropped sharply in temperature. Above the two of them, a half-dozen large spikes of ice, each the size of long-swords, were created in the air, then quickly plummeted down towards the pair of Ozma's targets.
Diana barely had time to register Drom hitting her leg before the air around her turned bitter cold. She made a much larger fireball, trying to warm herself up, some of the heat bleeding over to Dromaeus by accident. When she saw the icicles, she held the flames above her head. Anything that touched them would melt away instantly.
Dromaeus scrambled to his feet growling with indignant rage that was balanced with exhilaration at facing a powerful enemy, intending to roughly shove Diana aside before beginning a more wary assault on James. When he felt the chill in the air however he looked up and gasped at the sight of the rapidly forming icicles, before hurling himself out of the way before they could fall. Regaining his feet, he sheathed his sword and drew his bow, aiming a shot at Ozma before loosing the arrow.
James groaned as Dromaeus crashed into Diana.
"Ah, shit. Sorry! Sorry, I meant to just crush his ribcage!" He shouted, before falling silent as he noticed the exchange of magic.
"Whoa... now that's something."
James groaned as Dromaeus crashed into Diana.
"Ah, shit. Sorry! Sorry, I meant to just crush his ribcage!" He shouted, before falling silent as he noticed the exchange of magic.
"Whoa... now that's something."
Hearing Jame's exclamation, Diana shouted at him, but kept her focus on the ball of fire. "This is nothing!"
Ozma's icicles would be melted by Diana's fireball, but not before having the effect of draining away the heat of the fire, eventually extinguishing it as the last icicle was melted. Noticing Dromaeus scramble about and fire an arrow at her, Ozma quickly shielded her face with the blade of her sword as a precaution. Because Ozma's armor wasn't for show, the argonian's arrow simply snapped itself in half after pinging against her breastplate. Stepping towards Dromaeus, she lashed at him with her whip, aiming at his feet to trip him up in addition to striking him.
Diana took a second to rest after the fireball was gone, then drew a gem, using the power in it as a pick-me-up. She conjured a fist-sized ball of wind and threw it at Ozma. If it hit, it would feel like a speeding truck
Dromaeus chuckled as the heavy chain began to come around, the heavy metal weapon inevitably more clunky and slow than a rawhide whip. Hopping nimbly over the chain, he darted forward before Ozma could slow its momentum and grabbed both his sword and dagger hilt, drawing and slashing with both at the same time.
James watched as Dromaeus darted into Ozma's blade range, and shrugged in mild annoyance.
"Didn't see that coming." He remarked to Diana as he watched, before lighting another cigarette.
James watched as Dromaeus darted into Ozma's blade range, and shrugged in mild annoyance.
"Didn't see that coming." He remarked to Diana as he watched, before lighting another cigarette.
Taking note of the two attacks headed towards her, Ozma quickly formed a plan in her head. Letting go of her whip in mid swing, she brought her sword up to parry Dromaeus' own sword strike, through she had nothing to keep his dagger from scraping against armor. She then quickly stepped to the side to avoid Dromaeus crashing into her after Diana's attack plowed into his back, since in attacking from the front he had placed himself in the pathway of Diana's wind strike.
Dromaeus was launched off his feet for the second time in as many minutes and thrown violently past Ozma. After coming to a halt he struggled to his feet, groaning in pain.
"Malacath's eyes, what the..." he muttered before turning to see where the blast had come from. His eyes blazed with anger as he realised what it was, and he grabbed up his weapons again. Glancing around, he searched for a way to gain the upper hand. Leaping to one of the raised platforms, he jumped across the gap to one of the hanging ledges, before climbing hand over hand up a chain supporting it, heading for the scaffolding that supported the arena.
"Malacath's eyes, what the..." he muttered before turning to see where the blast had come from. His eyes blazed with anger as he realised what it was, and he grabbed up his weapons again. Glancing around, he searched for a way to gain the upper hand. Leaping to one of the raised platforms, he jumped across the gap to one of the hanging ledges, before climbing hand over hand up a chain supporting it, heading for the scaffolding that supported the arena.
Diana watched Drom leap into the scaffolds, then turned to James. "I suggest you back off. I do not want to kill you by accident." She held her staff tight in both hands, and it gained a sheen similar to the windballs.
James appraised the glowing staff with one eyebrow raised and a frown on his face.
"How bad is it going to be?" He asked, moving even further back from Diana than he had already been standing, and watching the scaffolding for any sign of Dromaeus. The distance to the scaffolding was too great and the shadows too deep to pick out the assassin, however.
Up in the scaffolding, Dromaeus took a long coil of rope from around his waist where it had been hidden by his armour. Tying one end securely to a beam, he took a leather handgrip attached to a complex set of rings and threaded the rope into it before drawing his dagger and glaring down on the two mages below with his teeth bared in hatred and bloodlust.
"How bad is it going to be?" He asked, moving even further back from Diana than he had already been standing, and watching the scaffolding for any sign of Dromaeus. The distance to the scaffolding was too great and the shadows too deep to pick out the assassin, however.
Up in the scaffolding, Dromaeus took a long coil of rope from around his waist where it had been hidden by his armour. Tying one end securely to a beam, he took a leather handgrip attached to a complex set of rings and threaded the rope into it before drawing his dagger and glaring down on the two mages below with his teeth bared in hatred and bloodlust.