Brutality! [ITA]

[meat_mooks]

Day three of the tournament. With less than half of the entrants remaining, and many of them having grown substantially in power with their conquests, the fighting was building to a fevered pitch destined to end in a crescendo of glory. But this far out, it's still anybody's game...


[Results are due by the end of Thursday. Contact me if you need to know your power gains for the last round.]

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Bight/Crucible vs. Jack Rakan

[meat_mooks]

This match took place in the Standard Raised Ring -- a wide square of blocks standing about five feet off the floor of the otherwise flat arena. Of course, there was no ring-out rule, so it was entirely for effect.

Re: Bight/Crucible vs. Jack Rakan

[dragonlordbight]

Bight stood in his human form once more his great sword held out and to one side spending a brief moment preparing a few short spells of protection, in particular, spell turning and shield of law, having already cast mind blank at the start of the day to protect his thoughts. His gaze sweeping over the arena around them, on ground level and stone no less, he could use that to his advantage.

Once those two spells had been cast, his gaze settled on his opponent, his bearing as confident as ever though battle ready. He would save transforming into his true form until it was needed. "A fine day for a fight, wouldn't you say?"

Re: Bight/C

[meat_mooks]

"Hey there." Rakan seemed... more put-off than anything as he tossed a casual wave, glaring at the arena they were a part of. "I was expecting the kid, but I guess he didn't even enter. So... holding back or no holding back?"

[dragonlordbight]

"Greetings," he too cast his gaze about the arena, it was rather plain compared to others that had been encountered, his opponents comment though did catch his attention, "Oh? Someone you know? From those aboard the Trans 9 or elsewhere?"

"I see little sense in holding back at this stage," he draws his sword up and sets himself into a fighting stance, spells ready in his mind, though appearing ready to engage the other in melee.

[meat_mooks]

"Really?" Rakan chuckled, ignoring Bight's questions about the kid. "Well, you asked for it."

Almost casually, Rakan lifted his hand. The sword he held shifted immediately to a spear, glowing with power.

[dragonlordbight]

Bight rose an eyebrow at that, none of his confidence lost. This would be quite the fight he had little doubt. Giving a sweeping gesture of his free hand as if to say 'by all means,'.

"Quite the weapon you have there," he observed off hand, "Shall we?" Bight did not wait before he began to approach, a spell ready to cast in his mind the moment he saw just what the other wished to attempt.

[meat_mooks]

"Heh, you asked for it."

Rakan sprang into the air -- perhaps a hundred feet or so from a standing stop, as immense power coalesced around his weapon so thickly it felt like a physical presence even down on the ground. The spear glowed brilliantly, crackling and humming with energy.

He hurled it towards the ground, and it descended with the explosive force of a meteor.

[dragonlordbight]

"So I did,"

Bight kept his gaze on his opponent as he sprang up, utilizing that spell he had readied, chanting rapidly aiming to strip a measure of the power away from the spear with his spell.

Even as his spell went to work his form took on a sudden bright glow, rapidly expanding even as the spear was hurled, throwing his large draconic head up even as it took shape, a glow deep within his throat glimpsed before a he met the spear with a concentrated beam that could melt solid rock.

His wings shooting up as soon as they had formed, bringing them down in a powerful beat to propel himself skyward.

[meat_mooks]

The dispel stripped away the magic enchanting the spear, so that when it struck, it was merely with ludicrous force, not unstoppable force. The arena floor practically powdered itself in waves rolling out from the spear's point of impact.

Rakan noted Bight's new form with mild curiosity. "Huh. Maybe I'll get a little workout out of this after all."

[dragonlordbight]

Crucible took particular note of the force with which the spear struck even as he took wing. "Impressive," he stated even as he turned his attention on his opponent fully.

"I would not doubt it," Without hesitation Crucible focused his energies and let loose a blast of his breath weapon at the much smaller human, to see just how durable his opponent was.

[meat_mooks]

The lightning bolt slammed dead-center into Rakan's chest. The crackling electricity lifted his hair and raced over him before grounding downwards.

He seemed utterly unaffected by it.

The spear came back to his hand as he reached for it. He reversed it, then almost casually tossed it into the air -- where it abruptly became a rain of swords lashing down at the dragon.