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Caiban versus Jing
Caiban is still hovering in the air as he hears the feline say he's not ready while at the same time releasing an arrow
from his bow. Somewhat stunned by the thief's candid words and the simple efficiency of his attack Caiban almost forgets that
arrowhead heading towards him poses a lethal threat. At the last moment his wings stop flapping and he drops down attempting
to move out of the arrows path. A searing pain in his left shoulder tells him he moved to late, the arrow simply ripping through
his flesh. With a soft grumble he lands on the floor in a kneeled down position. He reaches under his robes and grabs three
dull but well balanced throwing knifes. He gets up and starts sprinting towards the cat-man, throwing the daggers at him one
by one. He hopes the paralyzing poison on the blades is potent enough to bring his enemy down. Leaping up and taking flight
as he is still headed at Jing he draws his ritual dagger. He holds it out, seemingly intend on stabbing his opponent after
the daggers hit, but at the last moment he turns and tries to cut his foe's bowstring instead.
Jing realizes with dread affirmity that he had actually hit his opponent, not knowing what to do as the wounded advesary landed
and produced his knives. Simply seeing the knives brought the image of deep-rooted pain. For a frightful instant, he hadn't
realized that the knives were being thrown at him. Pulling out his ruby encrusted dagger from his belt, He tried to deflect
one, noing one touch would mean trouble. Knocking one dagger to the side and dodging another, he hadn't really noticed the
third until is cut through his thigh. Instead of paying heed to the pain, he dreadfully watches as his opponent came rushing
towards him, dagger raised. Ducking, the dagger missed his neck and instead cut the string of his bow. Throwing his weight
forward, he slammed the butt of his dagger into Caibans' midsection, hoping to throw him to the ground.
Caiban smiles faintly, turning his slightly to evaluate the damage done by his throwing daggers. Not fully satisfied he
straigtens his head to make another pass. This plan quickly ends as the butt of a dagger looms in front of him, slamming against
his body an instant later. He lets out an high pitched scream of pain mixed with surprise. Instinctivly he clamps down on
the dagger, clinging to it rather than falling to the ground. Shaking his head he realizes the position he is in. He nimbly
climbs up Jings hand to get in reach of his wrist. Silently wishing he had bigger blade he aims his athame at the vein running
visibly through the wrist. Slashing downward with all his strength he hopes he will succesfully cut the vein and force his
opponent to surrender.
Jing gasps as Caiban latches onto his hand trying to slit his wrist. He yells,”GET OFF ME!” Fearing the worst,
he starts to thrash his arm, trying to dislodge the nuisance. Figuring the potential of damage, he thrusts his fist at a nearby
wall, hoping to crush the pest before anything can be done.
Caiban growls as the arm beneath him starts to shake, then even gets thrashed around. Being denied the stability he needs
to make an succesful strike Caiban finds himself grabbing on to some hairs while the rest of his body is send flying to the
left and to right with the almost panicking moves Jing makes. Giving up on the plan to slit the wrist he decides to go for
another one of his enemy's weak spots. Once again taking flight he speeds straight at the blue eyes, picturing them as big
round targets for target practice. Stretching his arms out in front of him, the athame still clutched firmly in his hands,
he seems intent on flying straight into the feline's eyeballs.
Jing feels the light weight on his hand lift, giving him his hand back. Seeing a streak of color heading towards his face,
he reflexively raises his remaining hand to guard himself. He screams out in pain as he feels a blade puncture the skin of
his palm. Growling, he falls into a pit of blind madness. His eyes begin to glow a fiery orange, and the air starts shimmering
with heat. The blade in his hand becomes red hot, making it impossible to hold. Standing firm, he thrusts his fist into his
blighted palm, hoping to come in contact with whatever might feel the pain.
Teague versus Caiban
Teague growls at Caiban for deciding on a place with no plants or dirt anywhere in sight which gives him an automatic disadvantage.
Regaining control of himself, he just shrugs it off and prepares to attack the pixie in a different manner. Gripping his left
shoulder, he spins his arm around in a circular motion. After a minute or two of this, he does the same to his right arm and
lets a smile cross the onyx colored skin of his face as the stiffness caused by wearing heavy armor fades away and is replaced
by a limberness which will surely be an asset to him. Sitting his scepter against a wall for future use, Teague looks up at
Caiban and closes his grey eyes. Moving his lips quickly, he says something indescipherable and listens to a sound that only
he can hear. Opening his eyes as the sound gets closer, the druid looks past Caiban and smirks as he sees a flock of birds
circling the pixie ominiously. Giving a nod to the flock, he crosses his arms and watches as the birds dive down to peck the
priest to death...
Caiban watches the druid warm up his muscles he softly recites holy texts he has memorized since he first joined in service
to his god. Feeling confident he finds it a good way to clear his mind in preparation of the inevitable attack. As time passes
his focus starts to shift more and more towards his reciting, and he goes into a trance like state. Until he hears a sign
from above! "The aproaching squaking of a flock of birds, what does that signify?" Knowing godly wisdom is never easy to comprehend
he slips out of his trance, planning to think over this message at a later time. But it's meaning quickly becomes clear as
his vision is obstructed by a mass of big, nasty looking birds. It was a sign from above alright, but hardly from a god. Flashing
a pleasant smile at the druid, as he recalls fighting ravens was part of his orders training in his youth, he snaps into action
at the same signal as the birds: A slight nod from Teague. Using his agility and tiny body to his advantage he nimbly manoeuvres
through the mass of birds, heading towards the dark elf. He can't help but grin as the flock stays focused around him. The
birds, getting increasingly agitated as they only manage to scratch the pixie fighter a few times, now have the taste of blood
though. They will now try to rend off every single piece of flesh they can get close too, and it just so happens the priest
has already lead them to Teague. Drawing out his decorated ritual dagger he yells from within the cloud, "May the light of
my lord strike my foes blind!". With that his athame starts to shine, though it is impossible to get a good view of what is
going on inside the flock of birds. The priest flies by the drow, passing his bare upper body and swiftly swinging his blade
at the dark skin in attempt to land a blinding strike.
Teague catches the scent of blood in the air and grins to himself as he realizes that the flock is causing some harm to his
challenger as they were supposed to. Watching Caiban as he tries to fly through the dark cloud of birds, Teague notices him
approaching quickly, flanked by the cloud of birds. Knowing that their bloodlust will cause them to attack anyone, the druid
calls them off and sends them away. Seeing Caiban flying close to him, the drow readies him for any attack that might be used
against him. At this point, the drow notices the brightly lit weapon that Caiban is weilding and winces in pain at the extreme
light. Covering his eyes in an attempt to block out the illuminated blade, he barely notices the sensation of his skin being
slashed. Blinking a few times to get rid of the spots distorting his sight and making everything appear doubled, Teague looks
at Caiban and smirks as he reaches for his own weapon. Holding it up and pointing the jeweled weapon at the pixie floating
just feet from him, Teague begins speaking in the language of the dark elves. As he finishes the incantation, a loud buzzing
can be heard downward to the cobbled streets. Forming a tight shell around their target, the black and yellow insects buzz
angrily and prepare to sting the pixie repeatedly
Caiban grins as he notices the underground dweller squint his eyes to the bright light, followed quickly by feeling the
sharp edge of his athame slice through flesh. Continuing his flight in an elegant turn he faces his oppenent again. Seeing
the fancy rod in his enemies he can't help but smile. As the buzzing sound slowly rises from the distance he voice is almost
taunting, "It's bugs again, isn't it? This time I am ready!" Even before the first insects comes into view the pixie begins
to radiate a red hued light all around him. The light intensity grows quickly, but doesn't get really bright. In fact it stays
remarkably dim over the open wounds made by a few lucky birds. The holy man however seems content with the result and confident
about it's effect as he sheathes his athame. As the first stingers get too close Caibans hand slides under his robes and his
normally dim eyes flare up under his hood. Instantly the reddish haze around him bursts into an blazing inferno, sweeping
outwards. Moving quickly he raises both hands to the sky, and a swarm of dead, charred insects floats in the air. With the
sudden dropping of his arms these insects race down at the druid, being turned from living being to charcoal bullets.
Teague looks on as a dull reddish light pulses around Caiban's small body and breathes a sigh of relief as the light stays
dim. Smelling the unique odor of smoke and flame, Teague frowns slightly as he sees his insect drones get incenerated by a
blast that originates from the light surrounding the pixie. Aware that the husks are now being used to attack him, the druid
moves quickly and manages to most of the insect corpses which slam into the ground and burst into ashes. Turning to growl
at Caiban, he fails to notice an ignited wasp heading to his shoulder and winces as the bullet makes contact with his bare
shoulder and burns the flesh. Determined to use the pixie's small size against him, Teague crouches down and picks up a handful
of the ashes. Spinning two of his fingers in a circular motion, he feels the light breeze grow stronger and tosses the ashes
into the gust where they fly towards Caiban with the intent of temporarily blinding him. Determined not to lose, he aims the
scepter at the cobbled street and concentrates his mind on lifting the stones into the air. At first they refuse to budge
but gradually they comply and rise into the air all around both Teague and Caiban. Hoping that the ashes did what they were
supposed to, the drow waves his hands and sends the rocks flying quickly towards the priest
Caiban only now becoming aware of stinging burns where he was already wounded he realises that his defensive aura was not
strong enough to withstand the inferno he himself caused. Cursing at his own foolishness he calls upong his divine powers
to sooth the pain caused by cuts and blisters. Turning his attention back to the challenger he is just in time to watch how
some ashes are thrown up and get carried on the wind. His wings rapidly carry him to position overhead of his opponent but
he gets caught in the ashes halfway there, realising the cloud was guided towards him. The parts of the clouds are tiny enough
to be an annoyance, causing itching on his skin and forcing him to shut his eyes. Blinded as he is he rockets skyward, opening
his eyes once the itching get less. Looking down he can see the street. His eyes shimmer in disbelief as a number of cobblestones
have come loose and are speeding towards him. Trying to get away from them he dodges one, manages to swing by a second before
getting bashed by the third. Plummeting down, out of control as the cobblestone bruised his left wing he mutters, "What goes
up... MUST come down." With great effort and wincing in pain he uses his left hand to fold out his battered wing, giving him
just enough lift to glide the last bit down, landing in stead of crashing. Leaning on one knee he produces an intricate statuette,
depicting his lord. Softly whispering a call to his deity, "Show this druid the true meaning of divine power!" He then lifts
up the statuette, holding it high. Thunder sounds and lightning strikes from out of nowhere. The electric bolt leaps from
the sky, down to the cobbletones. It leaps from cobblestone to cobblestone, shattering some but sending the others down at
Teague in a deadly barrage. But even before the stones land the lightning itself surges at the druid seeking to discharge
into the ground through his body.
Caiban tries to rise up, but lacks the strength to do so. Instead he squats down, crossing his legs and begins the painstaking
process of treating his wounds as he awaits the judges decision. As he sees Anexa walking down the street his right hand slides
to one of his pockets where it briefly touches a pendant hidden inside.
Xelot versus Caiban
Xelot reaches his left hand behinds his back and firmly grips his bow, lifting it off it’s latch his brings it to his
front, grabbing three arrows out of his quiver Xelot summons the great winged serpent Izzaddimmu. Loading all three arrows
onto the string a lock of the bow he charges them with the power of the gods of the underworld… raising his bow to take
aim at the little pixie creature gliding above head, the serpent takes to the air. Moving his bow from one direction to the
other following the pixie that is being chased Xelot finally unleashes his arrows flying directly at Caiban… Xelot watches
as one of the arrow flies straight through the wing of the young pixie, sending him crashing to the earth…
Caiban flutters around untill Izzaddimmu is summoned. Using all his agility he evades the serpent beast while slowly making
his way towards his real opponent. Just as he feels he has a chance to make an attack of himself he is met by three arrows.
Hurling his body out of the arrows path he squeels as one pierces his wing. Quickly grabbing his now limp wing with his hand
he holds his wing out, wincing in pain but by doing so transforming his free fall into a more or less controlled dive. A wry
grin forms on his face as his free hand grabs a purlpe hued throwing knife. Feeling the holy symbol embossed on it's handle
glow warmly into his palm he throws this weapon towards his opponent. His small form suddenly grows as it still glides down,
his clothing and equipment growing with him as he takes on his human form. Not having wings anymore his fall is slave to gravity,
but his aim was almost perfect as his spiked shoulder slams into the humans side before he rolls onto the ground.
Xelot summons Izzaddimmu in-front of the knife, he chuckles slightly as the serpent disappears into nothingness. Watching
intently Xelot turns slightly as Teague enters, bowing to him, Xelot notices not that the little pixie is now a full grown
man, turning back just in time Xelot roars in pain as Caibans pikes shoulder cover impales his side, automatically his hands
covers the wound… You watch a elvish words leave the rangers mouth, hand glows a bright blue as the wound is almost
fully healed, turning back to his opponent Xelot retrieves a dozen arrows from his quiver and loads them simultaneously into
his bow, with a slight growl the army of undead warriors charges at caiban… watching intently Xelot launches the unholy
charged arrows into the swarm of good and evil… Like flies whoever is hit by the arrows falls motionless to the ground,
never to fight in the heat of battle again… Muttering a few words from the Necronomicon a eerie red glow engulfs Xelot
hiding him from view of any around…
Caiban grinning as he stands up, crimson fluid slowly running down from his shoulders as puts his right hand over his heart
while holding a ordinary pendant in his hands. From under his chasuble and mask you can see a bright red emenating from where
his eyes must be. "Saint Cuthbert, show this fool how you think about his dark army!" Instantly as ghostly shape appears out
of thin air. It slowly and simultaneously raises both it's transparant arms. As he makes that move small, translucent blackish
clouds rise from each and every undead as their cursed soul is taking from them to be cleansed by the Saint God. As the soul-less
warrior bodies sink to the ground the priest kneels to the god and lowers his head. Just then two of Xelots arrows sink into
his flesh, one into his shoulder the other barely scathing his leg. With a painful grumble he gets up and takes his bow from
his back. He pulls back the string, aims at his human adversary and releases the string without using an arrow. Just in front
of the bow a bolt of lightning forms where an arrow shoul have been. The bolt forks into three seperate bolts before it gets
close to the armoured figure it was aimed at, unerringly attracted to the metal he is covered in.
Xelot silently stands there and takes the full force of the lightning bolt into the his metallic mithril breastplate…
you watch as the surge of electrical current passes all around Xelot’s body until being contained in his Spike gauntlets.
Dropping to one knee the ranger forcefully builds a small fire bolt in his hand and confines all his strength and power into
the form of a blazing arrow of immense flame. Silently the ranger rises back to his feet and cocks the arrow onto his bow…”you
have put up a great fight Caiban but unfortunately for you, your time is up” with this said Xelot draws back the string
to the max of either his or the bows capacity and launches one final arrow towards the pixies, an arrow that will stop at
nothing until it reaches it’s target…
Caiban watches how the lightning forces his enemy to the ground as he is removing the arrows that hit him earlier. His
bow drops to the ground as he feels it has no more use for him now. Wincing when he pulls each arrow his own blood now stains
his robes. Applying a quick but not to effective healing spell on his wounds to prevent them from hindering him he stares
at the bolt of fire. Stepping aside the second the bowman releases it to get out of his path he notices how it follows him
in stead of flying straight. Looking around for cover but finding none he smirks. Taking the very pendant he held earlier
he quickly hangs it around his neck. His words seem not to make sense as he speaks to the pendant, "I do love you." Then he
turns towards the ranger again, "If I am to fall, I will take your filthy soul with me!" With that the ghostly figure that
is still hovering in mid air lowers his arms again. The souls of the evil warriors all have turned white and are now dropping
towards the man, ready to rip out his dirty sould and show it the true meaning of redemption. Just an instant later the fiery
bolt impacts on the priests body, burning his robes and his flesh. The priests drops to floor and rolls around in an attempt
to extinquish the fire, no longer concerned with his opponent but only trying to survive the blaze.
Wolfram versus Caiban
Wolfram flexes his muscles as he sizes up the flying holyman. Not a very large target, but probably doesn’t take a hit
very well, the old man thinks to himself as he draws his blade. Checking it thoroughly for weak spots, Wolfram lets the sword
lean on his thigh as he pulls a fair-sized emerald from his pouch. Immediately the large gem starts glowing at the ancient
warriors touch. Taking up his sword again, wolfram fastens the emerald to the hilt, an act he has done many times in his long
life. Smirking, the old fighter simply points his saber at the pixie while humming rather loudly. The hum gets louder, and
the glowing gem gets brighter in unison, until, in a crescendo of light and sound, a green flare lashes from the blade tip,
winding it’s way towards the suspended bede.
Caiban carefully watches how the brown haired human draws his steel, carefully placing a green gem into it's hilt. A small
frown and a slightly nerveous grin play over his face, though they are both unseen under his hood and mask. The green glowing
saber, now pointed at him seems strangely menacing somehow and the Pixie decides not to wait any longer. Springing into action
he twists his body sideways, grabbing his short bow and one arrow. Twisting his body back to face the human again, he places
the arrow on his bow and pulls back the string all in one fluent motion. Releasing the string, the arrow whizzes towards it's
target, right in front of the knight. Right after firing the missile Caiban notices how a green ray has circled towards him
squeels as he attempts to dodge damaging energy. Diving away the somewhat unpredictable circling of the beam makes contact
with the Pixies left leg. Screaming in pain as it burns through his pants and skin he can just see his arrow impacts on the
ground and explodes into a big fountain of blueish highly acidic goo, spreading to engulf his enemy.
Wolfram curses loudly as he leaps forcefully backwards, away from the acidic goo. A bit too forcefully, though, and the human
slams into the wall of the embassy, sending debris and dust flying. Falling forward, dazed, the old man inadvertently puts
his left hand into the fountains range, and gets a fair dousing of it. Screaming in pain, the knight leaps to his feet, literally
peeling off his gauntlet…and his flesh. Deeming his left hand useless, wolfram holds his blade out in front of him,
tip up, edge towards the red-eyed fairy. Closing his eyes, the old one begins muttering in the language of his homeland, the
only words noticeably similar throughout the chant being “icepa.” As this chant continues, the blade begins to
take on a blue tint, unknown to the pixie, who only sees the edge. Small tendrils of frost begin to crisscross on the steel
as mist begins to radiate from the weapon. Snapping his eyes open, wolfram pulls back his blade behind his head, and smirks
before swinging downwards. A frozen blast of wind explodes from the blade in mid swing, freezing the acidic ooze on it’s
way to the winged one while the blade cuts its way into the ground, sending a powerful stream of ice along the ground, dropping
the temperature of the room to below freezing. Quickly wiping away a blood trail on his face, wolfram waits to see the outcome.
Caiban drops his bow as he tries to ease the pain eating through his leg by tearing up the fabric caught around the wound.
Just as the pixie stabilizes in the air again he gets caught in the freezing gust of wind. It seems as if he is caught inside
a blizzard, his body starting to freeze. While the wind sends him flying backwards he grabs his holy symbol. It's metal surface
feels strangely warm to his palm as he screams a prayer to his lord. The words are completly lost in the racket made by the
icy storm, yet they do not go unheard by the gods. A soft red hued glow forms around Caiban as he feels his body warm up again.
Then the wind finally smashes him against the wall of the orcish embassy, and his small body falls to the ground. Slowly crawling
he mumbles a word of gratitude to gods. Even though his body aches all over a grin still forms on his lips. While making a
few intricate motions of his hands he speaks to his opponent, "Those will live by the sword, die by the sword." With that
the old rusted blade on the wall seems to explode. As rust rains down however the huge weapone shines like never before, hovering
in the air as if wielded by an huge orcish warlord. The pixie's hand drops slightly and the sword rushes forward, as if an
warrior holding it had been given the order to charge. Taking some time to get to himself, Caiban watches curiously to see
how the knight will fight a blade - the very thing he normally relies upon for his survival.
Wolfram stomps his feet to fight the cold as he watches the tiny figure hit the ground. The old soldier is a little curious
as to why it’s not frozen solid, but his thoughts are interrupted as a large gleaming blade begins to charge. Smirking,
wolfram takes an ancient defensive stance, blade over his shoulder and behind his back, wolfram stands facing the oncoming
weapon, as though there really was an orc at the other end of it. Faster and fster this shining weapon bolts, until it’s
within a foot of the man. In a quick movement, barely trackable by the naked eye, wolfram sidesteps as the blade skims across
his armor, while in the same motion, skips back and brings his blade crashing down, cleaving the great blade in two as it
continues it’s thrust. Both halves fall to the ground and slide across the frozen ground, into the shadows “cute.”
Says the old man as he again points the blade tip at the small winged priest. For the first time in what seems like ages,
the human taps into his dark powers, gritting his teeth as his holy weapon turns a deep black. Speaking a silent incantation,
Wolfram howls in pain as the nega-energy saps his remaining strength, channeling it into the darkened blade. In a demonic
explosion of hellfire, a demonic blast of pure evil fires from the blade tip, sending the old man flying into the far wall
again, stunning him again. Now the large blast of powerful energy is chaotic in trajectory, but it still knows who it wants
to consume…
Caiban savors the time that the ghost blade bought him, he has once again taken to the air. He is unmoved as the knight
vanquishes the phantom. However a shiver goes through his spine the second he sensed dark powers being tapped. Knowing this
is what his lord wants him to fight he braces himself. He is still holding on to his circular holy symbol and now stretches
his arm, holding it out in front of him. As the dark energy causes fires to flare up the priest merely mumbles, "Once again
my path crosses with the powers of evil. I call upon you to aid me in ending this chaos." Instanltly the graffiti on the walls
begins to light up. Where they used to make up meaningless phrases and depict simple acts they now warp into something different.
They now form a represantation of the holy symbol that Caiban is holding in his hands. The paintings seem to come lose from
the wall, forming a net of sorts. The pixie closes his eyes as the hellish heat begins to burn his frail wings, barely holding
himself together as the net closes around the inferno. Outside the net everything is quiet and calm, even the smell that ruled
this place before both fighters set their foots here has gone. As the net gets more compact it starts to shine brighter. It
bulges slightly as chaos tries to escape it, but the holy sign holds. Suddenly the net flashes up, shining brightly. The whole
room bathes in this blinding, perfectly white and cleansing light. Caiban smiles as he feels whatever little bit of chaos
and anger inside him is dissipated. He knows the death knight faces the same cleansing light, and wonders if his dark side
will yield as easily, or try to defy the holy purging.
Wolfram regains his sense and, feeling pretty darn good, walks over to caiban to shake hands "good match."
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