"The magic on this staff right now can smash a marble pillar into dust and pebbles. So I heavily suggest you back away, unless you wish to die." Diana held the staff tight, looking for Drom in the scaffolds.
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Ozma watched Dromaeus climb with moderate disinterest, hoping he would lose his grip and plummet to the ground at some point. When he made it out of sight and it was clear that wouldn't be the case, she turned her attention back to Diana. "O queen with breath as cold as ice, your heart is colder still; a blade of frost become, to cut the land beneath!" She swung her sword of in front of her in Diana's direction. During her swing, daggers of ice formed along her blade and were launched at Diana, totaling at a dozen frosty projectiles. As Diana was dealing with that, Ozma made to claim her whip where had left it.
"Hey, I'm clear, so unless you plan on aiming that thing at me I think I can take any of the backlash." James replied. Even as he said so it occurred to him that there was no reason that Diana wouldn't try to blindside him with just such an attack. As he kept looking up he kept her in the corner of his eye and clicked the latch off of his shoulder holster.
Dromaeus watched from above, cold eyes darting from side to side as he assessed the risks and advantages of attacking either Ozma or Diana from ambush. As he watched their duel resume, he made his decision.
Dromaeus watched from above, cold eyes darting from side to side as he assessed the risks and advantages of attacking either Ozma or Diana from ambush. As he watched their duel resume, he made his decision.
Diana saw the incoming icicles. Using what she had, she slammed the tip of her staff on the ground, making it shake slightly. A wall of air sped forth. Most of the ice projectiles spun away on a random trajectory or stopped dead in mid air, but a few were carried in the mini sonic boom as it head straight for Oza.
James shifted his weight to the left, tilting his head in the same direction just as an icicle passed through the space where his right eye would have been if he had not moved aside. Scowling briefly at Diana he glanced back up at the scaffolding.
"For fuck's sake, not cool lizard man." He muttered.
"For fuck's sake, not cool lizard man." He muttered.
Ozma quickly shielded her face as she attempted to stand her ground against Diana's attack. Her own icicle's did minimal damage to her, shattering uselessly against her armor. The burst of air however had managed to knock her off her feet, though she managed to quickly scramble back up. Charging towards Diana, Ozma lashed at her weapon with her whip, intending to entangle it and tear it from Diana's grasp, or at the very least smack it out of her hands from the force of the blow.
Diana's staff was wrenched out of her hands. Diana, however, smiled. She took a crystal, holding it tight in her right hand, and both her arms became wreathed in flames. She charged forward, swinging.
Diana tried to turn so her side was facing Ozma, making her a smaller target, but the sword embedded itself in one shoulder. Still, Diana was in arm's reach. She reached with her flaming free hand and grabbed at Ozma's face.
As Ozma and Diana locked together and Diana began to use her desperate flaming hand to the face move on Ozma to try and repel her, the rope unfurled overhead. Dromaeus came zipping down holding onto the handgrip of his crude rappel device. About 15 feet up he let go and hurtled down at Ozma, dagger at the ready for an aerial assassination while the knight was held in place by Diana.
As Diana grabbed Ozma's face, forcing herself further down on Ozma's blade while doing so, Ozma screamed in pain. As she screamed, eight tendrils made of water sprouted out from her back, swatting Dromaeus away like a jet from a powerful hose as their emergence coincided with his strike. Two of the tendrils formed into a thicker one, then made to thrash into Diana and knock her away, freezing solid before the moment of impact to increase the force that would be delivered.
Diana was forced back by the icy bludgeon, Ozma's sword cuttig a bit more as she was torn off it. She tumbled away, then stood, dripping wet and holding her wound, but examing Ozma's face to see how much damage she had done.
Dromaeus gasped as the air was driven out of him by the water and he struck the ground hard for the third time in the fight. Grabbing his bow from where it had fallen earlier, he quickly nocked an arrow, wincing at the pain his bruises casued him and staggering to his feet, he fired it at Diana. At this point he was dizzy from being knocked about and simply wanted to take either one of them down by any means necessary, so as to emerge from the skirmish with a kill.
James yawned as the fight went on, and although Dromaeus had finally reappeared, he no longer felt in the mood to fight.
James yawned as the fight went on, and although Dromaeus had finally reappeared, he no longer felt in the mood to fight.
Diana saw the arrow coming at the last second and tried to dodge. Unfortunatley, the arrow went straight into the wound made by Ozma's sword. Diana scremed in pain.
EMily and Gwen rose from their quarters. The screens in their rooms had provided them with some updates on the fight that was currently happening. But that only prompted them to go off and see the real deal!
<color=blue>"C'mon Gwen! Let's see the lizard man!" She grabbed her sister's wrist and darted away as she followed the signs to the stands in the arena.
Once there, they felt like the stands were already crowded enough. So they felt like standing to watch.
<color=blue>"C'mon Gwen! Let's see the lizard man!" She grabbed her sister's wrist and darted away as she followed the signs to the stands in the arena.
Once there, they felt like the stands were already crowded enough. So they felt like standing to watch.
Once Diana was thrown away, Ozma dropped her whip and clutched her face with her right hand. [small]"M-My face...[/small]You insignificant worm! I shall crush you with the true might of Loslorien for that!" The tendrils of water remained clinging to her back, undulating back and forth while Ozma had nothing to immediately do with them. Seeing Diana in exasperated pain from Dromaeus' attack, she charged forward towards her. Upon getting close, she swung four of her tendrils down on Diana, freezing them at the last minute as she had done previously, aiming to crush her against the metal floor of the arena.
Throughout the entire time she was using her now free hand to cover up as much of her face as possible without obscuring her vision. Though it was obvious from the areas that weren't covered that she had suffered severe burns.
Throughout the entire time she was using her now free hand to cover up as much of her face as possible without obscuring her vision. Though it was obvious from the areas that weren't covered that she had suffered severe burns.
Diana was pinned under the ice, real fear in her eyes as she felt the pressure. Putting the pain aside for a moment, she hastily pushed out both her hands, forming a wall of wind, trying desperatly to push Ozma off.
OOC: Sorry to disappoint you @Slenn (or your characters
) but I'm getting pretty tired.
Dromaeus grinned savagely as Diana cried out in pain from the arrow striking her wounded shoulder, and nocked another arrow. This one he aimed at Ozma's back as she moved in on Diana.
James was still watching from a distance, his part in the fight forgotten. As Gwen and EMily appeared in the stands he waved to them, his eye caught by the light colours of their dresses in the darkness of the surroundings. Turning back to the fight he caught sight of Dromaeus preparing to shoot Ozma in the back. He scowled deeply before flicking his cigarette away.
I've seen about enough of this backstabbing bullshit for one fight." He muttered, before striding purposefully towards Dromaeus and the women.
"Hey! Lizard guy! You forget about something?" He shouted. Dromaeus was startled and loosened the tension on his bow before turning to face James. The pistol in James's hand issued three loud, flat reports. Dust was thrown out from the back of Dromaeus's fur armour, and he jerked and stumbled backwards before falling heavily to the ground. James shook his head ruefully.
"Next time you want to talk about dignified warriors, real fights, and skeever pups or whatever, try actually fighting fair yourself first." He barked at the fallen Argonian, who twitched feebly in a slowly spreading pool of blood. James glanced at the two who were still fighting.
"I'm done here." He said, not caring who was winning. "I'll let you ladies get on with it."
) but I'm getting pretty tired.Dromaeus grinned savagely as Diana cried out in pain from the arrow striking her wounded shoulder, and nocked another arrow. This one he aimed at Ozma's back as she moved in on Diana.
James was still watching from a distance, his part in the fight forgotten. As Gwen and EMily appeared in the stands he waved to them, his eye caught by the light colours of their dresses in the darkness of the surroundings. Turning back to the fight he caught sight of Dromaeus preparing to shoot Ozma in the back. He scowled deeply before flicking his cigarette away.
I've seen about enough of this backstabbing bullshit for one fight." He muttered, before striding purposefully towards Dromaeus and the women.
"Hey! Lizard guy! You forget about something?" He shouted. Dromaeus was startled and loosened the tension on his bow before turning to face James. The pistol in James's hand issued three loud, flat reports. Dust was thrown out from the back of Dromaeus's fur armour, and he jerked and stumbled backwards before falling heavily to the ground. James shook his head ruefully.
"Next time you want to talk about dignified warriors, real fights, and skeever pups or whatever, try actually fighting fair yourself first." He barked at the fallen Argonian, who twitched feebly in a slowly spreading pool of blood. James glanced at the two who were still fighting.
"I'm done here." He said, not caring who was winning. "I'll let you ladies get on with it."
Carmen had been watching for a while now in the lounge, showing slight interest in the fight, but a little more in Ozma's whip and some of the magic on display. [color=bb0066] Hmmm... Maybe I should make a few modifications to mine? [/color] She raised an eyebrow at the tendrils growing from the knight's back. [color=bb0066] Interesting... [/color]