A bridge, a crevice, and a forest. These components most easily described the area Judas walked through. The bridge, probably a good kilometer long, had no support to the bottom and seemed to almost spine downwards under it's own enormous weight much like a glutton that's unable to support his weight anymore. The crevice groaned in anticipation- it hadn't fed in a while, and some metal, bricks, and flesh came just right. However, for now, both players idly sat on their places in this superimposed chess board while Judas tried passing on the only walkway over this gaping fissure.

Not that he minded, but the walkway had just enough space for him and a two-dimensional line that hardly existed in a world of three dimensions. Judas thought of some contortionists he might some time ago because, one, to kill the time with a bloody rock carved with the word 'imagination' on it, and, two, to wonder how they faired nowadays. Some cars roared past, and the highway seemed to have a decent amount of traffic passing through.

At one point he saw the rightmost lane blockaded by an ambulance and a fire truck. The third obstacle a car with a smashed front, and a missing door with the passenger hanging limply from his seat. What a shame. He seemed so young, Judas thought reminiscently and pondered about his own life now. His mind seemed too busy to notice the paramedics quickly trying to load him on the stretcher and give him renewed existential thought and deny him the life thereafter.

It took Judas a while to focus back on the main road, and he felt himself swerve close to the edge. Luckily, large metal planks lined the sides of the road that a car would have just as much difficulty breaking as did he. These planks, however, just adorned this road, and the true sight and savior were the huge support beams that stretched for a good hundred meters or more up into the sky with wires connecting each other. Judas thought of a centipede, but he didn't dwell on it because it's hardly not to see it at entering, and from under this insect-like structure it didn't really seem that awesome.

Since Judas only made it halfway he still had a hard time seeing what the other side presented. It might be nothing, but Judas certainly hoped it would give him more than that. He enjoyed new sights, new things in which he could embroil and endanger himself. It would only be fitting that half the world turned ablaze on his arrival, and only Judas would be one of the few people trying to cleanse those all-devouring flames. He smiled.

Surprisingly, his pensive mind, which might have showed itself in his downward gaze, quickly changed the levers of his emotions and now began focusing on the individual on the other side of the road. Only one, and now they, together, were two. The only two people to cross this bridge on this mid-summer's day while the sun shone, and everybody else drove cacophonous, grubby cars. Now this made Judas really wonder about his intentions.

The wind picked up the pace somewhat, and suddenly a few cars started swerving from lane to lane as they tried to balance out this new torrential force. Judas seemed to think that they might actually do it, but even he had to make a step forward before regaining his balance, and the crevice groaned anew. This couldn't be good.

The wind, estranged, became stronger, more powerful, and completely mad. Cars now hit the side planks of the road, into each other, and just made an embarrassingly awful amount of carnage. Judas heard screams- a baby whose mother he could see lying face first on the steering wheel with a trickle of blood coming from her mouth. Did that person...? Judas quickly thought as he tried to put the pieces together. But then a car careened directly into the planks in front of him and burst through. It took all the skills he had accumulated in his years to jump away with only the fear of death lingering.

This car, a small blue Chevy, completely devastated itself and its driver. He saw the man- unconscious, but breathing, and now Judas knew that something must be done. His dice he retrieved quickly after he dug into his little black pocket, and rolled them one while praying madly for his luck. The car might have been an omen- but Judas couldn't yet discern the intention of this omen.

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Judas watched his dice flit across the ground bouncing slightly lower after each contact. In front of the tire of the blue Chevy they stopped. A bright glow surrounded Judas now, and he felt the omen run in his favor. Through the power of his mind alone the dice came back, and he felt the rolls of his dice even without having to look at them. No, his gaze set itself permanently on the individual that must have caused this unfortunate accident for so many people. The baby still cried lonesome in the car.

The first roll 14, the second roll 1, and the third a 1... these rolls guided his hand as he created a rudimentary ball of fluorescent light with no inherent element. Fair enough, and Judas didn't waste time in shaping the spell just enough so that he could direct it with all his might towards this enemy. The orb of energy was indeed powerful, enough to carve through the heavy, thick stone without reduction in moment, but not bursting on contact either. Eventually it would simply disappear, but for now it would unerringly fly towards the target at high-velocity speeds.

Judas finally measured the distance after he let his orb fly. Roughly 150-200 meters he thought. Something his orb could traverse in roughly a second, but Judas knew the strength of this man had to be great if he could summon up such pernicious winds that still chewed on his balance. He would take the short amount of time he had to jump up on the Chevy and use it as a natural defense for now.

An exasperated sigh accompanied Deack's slow saunter as he traversed the remarkably long construct before him, his eyes being drawn out to the natural beauty to the sides of the bridge instead of the dull metallic wonder he traveled. He couldn't help but wonder why someone would waste so much material on creating something like this when much of the building was unnecessary; those massive wires and the supports to hold them up, the pointlessly large barriers along the edges.
"None of this makes any sense. Clearly whoever built this had a taste for the extravagant."
A sudden crescendo of sound and a large metal wagon that most would call a car flew past him with unprecedented speed. Deack leapt back against the middle barrier, eyes wide with surpise.
"What the hell was that thing? Highly mobile, whatever it was."
The mage looked back to see at least a dozen more cars speeding towards him, then a sudden gust picked up, nearly knocking him over.
"Oh no way am I gonna deal with speed demon chariots AND wind enough to throw a moose.".
His hand came up and began gathering energy in the hand, waiting several seconds, crimson-orange flares condensing in his palm.
"That's enough..." A slight tightening of his fingers and a single uttered word, "Denarsi.". The unstable and rebellious ball compressed down into a fairly small orb which Deack began manipulating as he wove his spell. This one as it turns out, was fairly ornate, requiring a good amount of gesturing and murmuring, "There.". A simple snap of his finger and he pressed the ball into his chest, the energy flying out to cover his entire person.

Deack continued wondering down the bridge, when a powerful gale struck him his body shimmered lightly and the air was filtered out. He still received the air he needed to live, but the unnecessary was pushed around his being. The shield didn't last long however as out of nowhere a pulse of light came in and slammed into the center of his chest, the shield centering there and exploding out as the orb struck, nullifying any damage but eliminating the shield as well. His jade eyes wandered down to his chest plate where a slight sizzling was accompanied by a drift of smoke from his now lightly singed chestplate.

Deack coughed lightly at the indignity of being struck in such a manner but didn't react otherwise. He sighed ever so softly, a hand coming up to run through his hair, his eyes almost seeming to avoid coming up to spy the assailant.
"Really? I mean seriously...Been here for like 2 minutes and I ALREADY have an arch enemy? This is ridiculous."
He growled as his arm thrust up to the side, that same energy gathering much faster now as he pulled with greater urgency. Within seconds he had an orb about twice as large as the last, Hrm.....Denarsi."
The difficult sphere compacted harshly into a stable form, it's creator bringing his arm back as if to throw a javelin.
He sighed again, then quickly yelled out, "Ausyr!" His hand flew forward in that instant, the sphere lengthening into a deadly spike. Despite it's high axis it still reached it's target with the same haste his opponent's spell had. Deack smirked as his spell came to bear on the man who'd assailed him, undoubtably piercing his chest once it met with him.

It surprised Judas that this nemesis would have prepared a shield for this day. An odd occurrence coinciding with the odd weather patterns- something he believed could not have happened both at the same time. One doesn't just prepare for everything, especially if the cause for such an act does not exist. Judas embittered himself in this notion.

So then it came as no surprise when this nemesis, or Deack, spread out his hands like some lurid wings of a rotted eagle- so it seemed when the energies materialized around him and cast an eerie shadow behind the planks and destroyed cars. The javelin he sent to ensure the death of Judas had missed only by a fraction, and only because Judas had anticipated retaliation after his very own attack on Deack's life.

As it whizzed past his hands slammed the grounds and he made a very crude roll across the ground, coming at a halt when his momentum just barely stopped before he tumbled to the ground. His feet gathered some support and lifted his frame to come face-to-face with Deack. He resolved not to take his eyes off of him because the next attack that he didn't see might kill him. Bodies do not age well, and his has become a prime example of this.

Instead, Judas gripped his dice once again and flung them across the first and second lane of traffic as he jumped over the safety planks. The lanes filled themselves with metal shreds and broken lives that closely resembled everything else in their mutual stillness. However, Judas had no time to observe the scenery more than what lay in front of him and in his peripheral vision. Only the howl of the wind made a sound; no cars roared past anymore.

On the white stripes bordering the second and third lane, Judas' dice stopped turning, rolling, and tumbling. They revealed...

Seven, four, and three.
“Hrm...” he grunted. It would be a holy infused attack spread out in a line. This put him in a difficult position as he stood point-blank and completely straight ahead of Deack. A line would undoubtedly reach him, but Judas thought of the many times he had used such an attack against the Instigators, a group that wanted Judas dead or alive for not paying his betting IOUs, and how his attacks failed miserably when they saw what came for them. This would not be different today, and he would rather save the attack for when Deack had already made an irrevocable move. The dice, meanwhile, traveled back into his pouch.

He stretched out an arm and cautiously moved towards the left of Deack. A street lantern between the highway stood there, and he hoped to reach it in case of a danger. No shine came from the lantern, and he only assumed that the power was still on because turning on a lamp during midday seemed trivial. Judas wanted time; wanted a distraction.

A cackle, “Hey, man. Why do you feast on the innocent here today with winds so strong? Do you not have enough to destroy someplace else. Something worthy?”

Deack smiled as the javelin didn't stab into the ground but rather merged into the ground. The mage's hands had never lost control of the arcane spear and with a simple syllable, "Lysarze", the energy tore out of the ground as Judas reached the middle of his roll, wrapping first around his hands, then his legs and finally his ankles, holding his aged form with strength belying the thin form of the ropelike strings. Without a seconds delay he yelled out, "Oblirang!". And a split second later, "AUSYR!". At the word Oblirang the strings tightened and began pulled down even more seeking to crush whatever was in it's hold. The energy began to sizzle and spark as it slowly became unstable away from it's holder. This undoubtably burnt the man but it didn't matter as that was soon to be the least of his problems. All this transpired in a matter of seconds, the last part, 'Ausyr' cause the remainder of the energy to jut out of the ground, coming through at the man's solar plexus, right where the ribs end.
"I didn't want to end it so cruelly but I have no time to waste when there's so much to learn in this world."
He knew it would be essentially impossible for the man to escape but nonetheless formed another ball of energy and compressed it all the same.

The scalding pain that enveloped his wrists, ankles, and solar plexus came so quick that Judas had an insanely hard time realizing what struck him. What struck him from behind like a cowardly knave that tries to dispatch the metaphoric Goliath. However, Judas was no Goliath, and it probably needed less than a cowardly knave to do away with him.

“Urgh...” he groaned- too unbearable, he thought twistedly. In this contraption he couldn't think, and even if he did, he failed to see the point now. Barred from any use of his limbs with a force that barely allowed his perpetual breathing to continue. This constriction that he felt slowly crushed even that perpetual motion from his body forever. His heavy, sweat-lined face groaned and bobbed heavily under the pain- a struggle just to remain on eye sight with his adversary.

Fighting might have been a completely ridiculous idea. Judas should have seen his luck run out; the car... he cursed this misfortune with more strength than he could bring up in controlling his steady but quickly failing breaths. A gambling man always had to pay attention to his luck. He pressed his eyes shut and thought for a moment with the blinding pain obscuring in the mists of thought.

Dice jingled in his pocket as his frame wavered to and from a suffering crouch. Those still contained the energy of his attack, and the rest of him couldn't move. A situation like this called on another roll for fortune, he knew. Whatever the cost, he would rip his eyes open and show Deack straight in the face that he could not be brought down as long as he could roll the dice!

Luckily, though, he didn't have to this time. This holy beam came from his pocket, ripped through the lower portion of his clothes and badly singed his side. Some stench arose, but among all this strife he felt in himself it became too difficult to notice. His concentration was focused on the beam that shot straight for a pillar to the left of Deack.

In a matter of milliseconds it would explode against the solid granite and cause a crack large enough to topple it in the direction that Deack stood in. This crumbling, unshaped statue would crush his person if he remained and instead chose to ignore it so that he could make Judas suffer some more under this perilous spell. In that case, it would probably end Deack right there, and Judas might have some hope in surviving. If not...

Then at least he had the last roll of the dice.

(( You do realize the blade came up through the ground and entirely through to the front of his chest, right? Oh well, if you didn't know I was obviously not clear enough. But how did you roll the dice when I restrained you before you did? ))
Deack glanced to the left as the pillar began to topple towards him, "Hrm...You're clearly the stubborn type. I punctured your chest cavity and you're still fighting....Very well. Then I'll put you in your coffin.". He flicked his his hand in the direction of the column as it nearly landed on him, speaking the phrase "Kau Rana", his words hardly more than a whisper. He lifted the broken half of the pillar into the air and then hurtled it to hover in the air above the other mage. He flattened his hand and the pillar followed suit, compressing into a thick sheet. "Dryn!". The sheet slammed down upon the man as he layed there restrained, it's immense weight undoubtably crushing him. As a last precaution he flicked his finger and a small particle of chaos energy flew out over this distance and struck the blade sticking out of the mage just before the sheet landed on him. It was nothing more than a sort of 'messenger' that carried his command. The command of "Nesilus" or in the native tongue, "Explode". The blade and adjoining restraints simuotaneously detonated, sending dozens of fletchettes from within the mans chest out of the now empty puncture wound, his wrists, ankle, and midsection receiving the same treatment. Not more than a second later the massive sheet fell down with more force than gravity could supply, undoubtably crushing anything underneath it.

Judas fucking died.

(( LOL!! That was an awesome post. I dunno about you but I had fun even if it was quick. Sorry if I suck at holding back. ))