((This is a battle between Caleth Morrigan and Rafien (Rafe). The setting will be an abandoned coliseum, however perfectly intact. The floor is sand, with no rubble or debris of any kind littering the ground. There is an open ceiling, and grey clouds thunder up above, rain ready to fall at any moment. The fighting arena itself is barred off, with two open holes on opposite sides of the wall serving as entrances for the two fighters. Surrounding the arena, and slanting up, stone benches survey the bloodsports. The wall separating the arena from the crowd is fifteen feet high, and perfectly smooth. No one could climb up by himself. DA, I'll give the honor of the first post to you.))

((First of all I'd like to clarify my magic usage for the benefit of...I forget stuff easily, okay? For each magic there are three levels: Low, Medium and High. (Let's use fire in my example) So, there is Low Fire, Medium Fire, and High Fire (or if you want to use some common terms: Fire, Fira and Firaga) In the RP Rafe as created for his elemental magics (Fire, Ice, Lightning and Water) were at the Medium level and his Healing magic (Cure) was at low. For the sake of this fight and the nature of Caleth's skills I have lowered Rafe's magic one level for everything. So, he has Low Fire, Ice, Lightning and Water and no healing magic at all. Also, since I have lowered his magical abilities he is now more skillful with his spear.))

I'm working on my post now. Just thought I'd put that there for now.
Post coming soon...

((I don't know if I'd lower it, dude. Caleth has divine blood. He has some resilience to direct magic. Anyhoo...

*Rydeth, sitting in the stands with a box of caramel corn and an enormous hot dog, shouts, "WHO'S THAT PONCY BLOND GIRL?"* xD))

Well, I really just wanted to be better with the spear for the fight.
Magic fights start to turn pretty bland after half a post.

((Good point, xD))

((Tim, would you like to be the ref of this? If you see anything a bit unbelievable, or if one us just refuses to lose, wanna call it? xD))

((Post!))

Rafe pulled his spear out of the sling across his back as lightning flashed overhead briefly illuminating the strange circular building looming in front of him. It had been three days since he’d had fresh water and he was willing to look for it anywhere. But still, the odd building gave him pause. He had seen nothing of its kind before and it pulled at his curiosity, trying to coax him into its interior. The foreboding shadows of the archway made him hesitate for but a moment. Generals are not afraid of anything, much less the dark.

He made his way down a long, arched hallway with more arches leading to other halls and rooms, deep within the complex. “Fire,” he whispered. A small flame appeared in one cupped hand, the left one still grasping the spear tightly.

He turned and looked into one of the archways, thrusting the hand holding the flame as deep into it as he could. He saw nothing but an acrid stench filled his nose and he rushed away. The next arch he stopped at was a storage room. Storage for what, Rafe didn’t know. There were bones in a corner and scratch marks along the wall.

Something behind Rafe fell to the ground with a crash that shook the floor he stood on. He turned sharply- causing the flame in his hand to go out from the sudden gust- lunging forward with his spear hand. The steel spike stuck in something solid. “Fire,” Rafe said again. Another flame jumped into his hand and he saw that it was only a few barrels that had fallen. He pulled his spear out of the one he had stuck and clear water flowed out into the dirt. Rafe got on his hands and knees and drank deeply from the hole.

Owoooooo. Rafe sat up hastily. The howl had come from deeper in the building. He picked up his spear and ran out into the hall. Owoooooo. The howl sounded again, from his left. He ran down the hallway without the aid of magic. He found that he did not need it. Barely thirty yards away he could see light from outside shining into the hall, regardless of the overcast sky.

He ran toward the door and the howling. When he cleared the archway he pulled up short. He had stepped into a large ring with tiered benches sitting on all sides. There were more arches leading back into the interior but all were barred except for the one he had come from and one directly across the arena. A high wall separated the sandy ground from the seats and he leaned against it now, catching his breath.

There was no sign of the howling creature, so he started to walk toward the other archway, figuring it was the only place it could’ve gone. When he was about halfway across the field something moved just beyond the opening to the hallway and he stopped. He grasped the spear tightly in both hands and crouched low.

“Who goes there!” he shouted.


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((Is this okay? I know it's not really...a fighting post. I just don't like having organized fights. Like, saying that their intention was to go there and fight so I gave him another motive. I hope that's fine.))

((Fo sho, xD.))

In a puff of deux ex machina, The Man With the White Sword appeared in a box on the sidelines, clad in a striped referee shirt, a large whistle around his neck.

((You don't need to respond to the ref, lawlz. Just doing my own thing.))

((Yeah, that's fine. I'll do the same))

The Shard had to be here--somewhere.

Caleth had found the thirteenth Shard, finally. It cost some blood, on both sides of the fractured group, but such a sacrifice had become rudimentary in his quest for the Shattered Mirror. However, this supposed final Shard had only given him another clue to follow.

In coliseum, you will find
A warrior of spear and mind
He holds the final Shard this hour
That will sate your thirst for power

In a mad rush, Caleth had taken the other Shards, and left the others in the dust. He would be the one to reforge the Mirror, and he alone.

The coliseum was by no means difficult to find. A simple visit to the Tardenvale library (under the guise of a hood and cape) was all that was necessary to locate it. The ride took at most a day, and in no time the brown stone of the arena could be viewed in the horizon. Caleth rode faster, the excitement of fulfilling this quest giving him energy. When he reached the entrance, he jumped off Wolfsbane, tying her to a palm tree located outside the building. The horse whinnied in discomfort, but the Grey Prince ignored it. He entered the arena, Mercy drawn in place of his rapier. He careflly tread around the entrance, but quickly realized he was alone. The clues have not been wrong before he thought to himself, yet he could not help but wonder if he was searching for an imaginary foe.

Owooooo

Caleth turned around, fast as the lighting that pierced the sky above. The howling was in the distance, but most definitely in the coliseum. Owooooo. Caleth sprinted towards the noise. It's the Shard. It has to be. He pushed barrels over, almost tripping in his haste. Owooooo. A white light was in front of him, leading him out into a field. The Shard was out there. The howling continued. Owooooo. Caleth's sword Mercy was in his hand. The Grey Prince was approaching the hole, ready to strike whatever he had to face out there. Sweat formed on his forehead, as he sprinted, closer, closer, closer....

He jumped through the portcullis into the arena proper. The wall was barred, with no other exit besides the one he had come from, and a sister hole opposite. Sand covered the ground, and thunder rumbled up above.

"Who goes there!" shouted a voice from the middle of the ring, and Caleth snapped to attention.

The man was young, with dirty blond hair. That was all the Grey Prince could make out from his distance away. In his hands, a beautiful and terrible spear hung like a spike, ready to impale the unwary. Caleth grinned. The clues have not been wrong before. Caleth let his sword arm fall to his side, though he kept his blade unsheathed. He walked closer to the man, assuming an air of confidence. When he was about ten yards away, he stopped. "So," he said, "I'm guessing you're the guy, then? 'A warrior of spear and mind', and all that?" He scoffed. "I've fought against polearms before, and unless you plan on riddling me to death, your aptitude won't help you much. You might want to give the Shard up now, and save yourself the trouble of losing a head. We only have one, you know."

((Just to make things clear, there is no fourteenth Shard in TSM proper. I just added that in here, to give Caleth a reason to fight.))

((fixed))

((Edited. Sorry about that.))

((Sorry, it's a short one but it's dialogue /:))

Rafe stood slowly, confused, but kept his grip on his spear. “What is a shard?” he asked, perplexed. “I’ve never heard of any shard. And where did you hear this stuff about me?” He moved closer to the mysterious man. “I am Rafien, captain of the Laerieltian army. Who are you to challenge me?” The man amazed Rafe with his colorful armour and two blades. It was a shame that he seemed to want to fight because Rafe would have loved to talk with him and learn more about where he was from and what he knew about Rafe himself.

Caleth only smiled. "Call me Lyrishi. You can give her my apologies on the presumed identity theft when you speak with her."

Caleth stepped into fighting range, turning his body to the right, his sword-side facing his opponent. He bent his knees, and stepped with his main foot. He swung Mercy diagonally, from his opponent's left hip to his right shoulder, attempting to cleave him in two. As he was expecting an easy block, he kept his feet light. True, that would mean the strike would hold less power, but this wasn't supposed to be a killing blow; it was too simple for that. He was testing the waters, trying to figure out who his opponent was.

((quick question. Is Lyrishi someone from LoG who died at some point? If not, who is she/he?))

((Lyrishi is a goddess of the LoG world. Specifically, the goddess of death.))

((Ah, okay.))

((accidental double))

“Lyrishi?” Rafe had time to mutter before the sword swung. He flipped his spear up and knocked the blade away with the shaft. He flipped it back around and thrust it over his opponents shoulder, coming close to hitting his left ear. “Next time you lose it, my friend.” Rafe said, his teeth clenched. The force behind the sword had jarred his arm all the way up to his shoulder. He was holding the spear still with extreme difficulty, his arm wanting to shake.

This was a different kind of enemy.

He pulled the spear back and planted the bottom of it on the ground. “Now, if you wish to continue this fight do so at your own risk.”

((*Ref spills coffee over lap* Whoa...xD...slow down there. First, you need to say which way he knocked the sword, so Creev knows what sort of defense to use. Second, if his counterattack is a stab, don't assume Caleth stands still for the entire maneuver, whistling a jaunty tune as a spearhead goes hissing by his ear (rather than stepping sideways, or blocking the haft, or what-have-you). Remember, he's a trained warrior. You can thrust at his ear, making it clear that Rafe does not intend to hit, but stop the account there. An "I could have done it but I didn't" is just as much of an auto-hit as "I did it": I'm not sure if you meant Rafe actually could've ended the fight right there or not, but it certainly gets inside Cal's defenses without opportunity for a block, and if it's right beside his head, the clear assumption is that a slight adjustment on Rafe's part could have sent it through an eye instead.

Finally, it sounds as if Rafe holds his spear in position by Caleth's head for at least two seconds (judging by the words he speaks) then pulls it back and plants it. If this is indeed the case (it's possible you meant he had withdrawn it to a guard again), don't assume Caleth lets him. In that amount of time, he could have opened Rafe's guts on a backswing, gotten his sword point through the ribs to the heart, and already be in the process of wrenching it out again. Banter is all well and good if you're disengaged and can clearly backpedal to give yourself some room, but if you're actually trading blows with someone, don't just freeze there and assume time stops while your guy speaks.

Sorry to have to pick on you like this. It's not really your fault: we all start out with fantasy novels and stuff in mind, where guys make casual movements like that. Best to keep those things in mind, though. ;) ))

((No, it's fine but since he clearly said he was testing the waters, I was as well. The point right now (for me) is engaging the fight. I'm not planning on landing anything yet. This is really...pre-fight junk. If Creev wants me to change it I will. But it's his call. I understand you're the judge and all that but auto-hitting means different things for some. Also,Tim. this is hardly my first RP =P Yes he could've destroyed me in that 2 seconds but he didn't. I was under the assumption that testing the waters meant just that. I was giving Caleth his feel for the waters. He can do with it as he will.))